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[Logan comes on the console from his suite in the metal sector. He looks perfectly composed outwardly, but those who know him might notice that his left hand is hidden under the edge of the table, and his shoulders are ever so slightly more hunched than his usual kingly bearing.]

Has anyone noticed any lingering ill effects from the jiangshi we had to deal with a few weeks ago?

[He's paranoid, and terrified that those things left their mark on him. His arm is still healing where he scratched it bloody, trying to get the corruption out.]

And is there anyone who had little or no contact with them? I know some of us fought and destroyed many.
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[There is a cowboy on the network. No really. He has a cowboy hat and everything.]

Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens, for all that means here. Won't waste time saying anything but hello to our newest. Got a job offer for whoever's interested. I'm sure by now we've all had our fuss over the Emperor's verbal spanking - yes? No? Want to throw a few more things? It'll do us all a world of good, no doubt.

[He sighs.] Talked to the folks upstairs and got permission to put together a temporary task force until the shell's repaired. Looking for those willing to work in teams and in shifts to keep our own clear of the damaged areas. I'd prefer none of us find out what the inside of a palace prison looks like, because for some reason I doubt it'll be so luxurious as the word 'palace' might suggest.

[A pause, like he's gauging his audience.] The creature we're all getting a piggy-back from is hurt. These people want to heal it, and they can only do that if we stay out of their way. Maybe we don't want to be here, maybe we weren't asked to come here, but the animal wasn't the one that done it and it shouldn't be the one that pays.

If you think you'd like to earn a little money and help protect something the person who rules this place likely values more than her own life, speak up. Even if you don't want to, think of it this way - you do this now, maybe you earn yourself a little favor down the road. If you think this is a terrible idea, well, too damn bad. You're welcome to try and play in the sewage sandbox, and I will happily see to it that you get dragged out by your ears and put in time out for being the children she seems to think we are.

Now who wants to hold hands with our neighbors and see what happens if we actually do as we're asked? Because I'll be frank, I'm a bit curious.

[Oh right. One other thing.]

The pasty kid she snapped at. Anybody know where I can find him?
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[To the members of the welcoming committee// Stark Encryption] )

[When the video feed comes on Pepper can be seen writing in her notebook. She really wishes that she could have a personal computer that she wasn't worried was bugged. Still, paranoid people can't have everything they want. There's a steaming mug of coffee sitting next to her with fish on it. They're painted on and look as if they're swimming around the mug.]

Seeing as things have settled down I wanted to again extend an invitation to the populous to join the Welcoming Committee. We're here to ensure new arrivals are given the information they need and seek in a kind and friendly manner. If you're interested please inquire within.

Also, I'm looking for a psychiatrist. One who happens to specialize in brainwashing and post traumatic stress disorder. If there's a possibility that your services would be of assistance please contact Pepper Potts.

[Private to Tony // No encryption] )
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[It's been a while since Hellboy's shown his face. Not since the zombie attack. Truth be told, he hasn't felt all that social over the last week or so. Liz is gone again. He's not really sure how he feels about that. But her absence has got him thinking, and too much thinking lead to old habits that really do die hard. He spends most of the week at the bottom of a bottle holed up in his living room, staring at the intricate star chart that had been given to him by a stranger. Trying to make sense of things. Just trying to figure out how this fits into the big picture.

He thinks a lot about Liz, and the seed of an idea she planted just before she disappeared. She'd wanted to start some type of Bureau here, and maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. If there's one thing the Foreigners needed, it was organization. And if there was one thing Hellboy needed, it was a distraction. This could very well be a recipe for both.

Though he's dubious of his actual organizational skills. His strategy for everything was almost always to plunge in head-first without any kind of preparation. He was nothing like Bruttenholm or even Manning, but he could damn well try. He'll do it for Liz.

So he cleans himself up a little, or about as much as Hellboy ever does, and puts on his best game face. (Which, when your face is mostly stuck like that, is never hard.)

The feed starts with a steady silence and a level, golden-eyed gaze. Then he realizes the thing is actually on and begins.

Here goes nothin'...]


Anyone who knew her, Elizabeth Sherman disappeared about a week ago.

[He can't say for certain she's back in their world. There's no way of telling that for sure. He tries not to think about it too hard.]

Before she left she proposed getting together an organization similar to the one we worked for back in our world here on the Turtle. For anyone who's not familiar, I'll give you a quick run-down.

It's called the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, an organization that studies the paranormal around the world and is responsible for fighting off any big nasties that might pop up in the meantime. Ghosts, demons, vampires, you name it.

Most of our employees are researchers, like to paw through rotting manuscripts and study trolls. Me... they just send me in when things get messy. Though I've trained plenty of new agents before.

I'm not really the administrative type. So if anyone's willing to help get this off the ground, I'd appreciate it. What we really need are people interested in the actual research end of things. Though field agents aren't a bad thing either.

I know a few people spoke to Liz in her first message. I'd like to speak to them again if I can. Just let me know if you're interested and what you might be able to bring to the table. Maybe we might start making sense of this place.

[Yeah, this sure won't be his father's Bureau, but it might be something.]
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[Reid hates technology. No, he really, genuinely does. Computers don't move fast enough to keep up with him, and he has a long-established love of hard copies where literature is concerned. But the fact of the matter is, there are very few books here. So here he is, seated at a console, half a dozen of the local books he could find stacked beside him and several empty coffee cups as well. Recently, he's taken to drinking green tea, but a lapse in that particular habit seems appropriate considering his surroundings.]

 You know, the terminology relating to a meta or 'multiverse' was originally coined by William James, a philosopher and psychologist in the late nineteen hundreds. His paper, titled 'Is Life Worth Living?' was published in the 1985 October Edition of the International Journal of Ethics. He postulated that, with the decline of social religion all 'visible' nature (that is to say, everything we see and experience) is in and of itself a 'moral' multiverse as opposed to being a moral 'universe'. He was referring to the visible nature of the world - good existing alongside evil, with every imaginable shade in between. Each nuance of the world then became in and of itself a 'multiverse' in James' ideal.

 The neologism didn't actually enter into common vernacular until much later and under a drastically different context, but the concept of other worlds or parallel universes - what we today call a 'multiverse' - has actually been around for centuries, generally tied to religious philosophies of the time. Muslim theologian al-Ghazālī believed that it was not only possible but highly probable. His extrapolation was that that Earth was the best of all possible worlds and that humans occupied it as a form of divine right, stating that 'there is in possibility nothing more wondrous than what is'.

[a brief pause, because... he's generally not used to speaking so long without interruption.]

 Essentially, the concept of a 'life, death or dreaming' state faintly echoes several Buddhist or Hindu philosophies, though equally suggestive of liminality. The continual repetition of that 'life/death/dreaming' theme represents a trinity; three is often considered a holy number in any number of doctrines. Three also represents the body (life), the soul (death) and the spirit (dreaming). And then, the fact that there are five districts also reinforces the ties to numerology. If you go by the numerical value of the Hebrew letter 'He' or 'five' it symbolizes the universal life, the breath of man, the air, the spirit and the soul.

 Oh-- right, liminality. Liminality was another word coined in the same philosophical era as William James' 'multiverse' by Arnold Vann Gennep in his 1908 paper Rites de Passage. It's from the Latin līmen which means 'threshold' and it's a word used to describe the transitionary phase during a ritualistic transformation, during which the participant's own identity is considered to be void until the process is complete and the individual can be reborn. It's almost a contract – during this process you forsake your identity, your sense of self, your titles and earthly possessions all for the sake of a form of theoretical transcendental enlightenment. It's this fluidity of self that enables change and dissolution of old habits or customs to make way for the new. It's not limited to an individual, either; it can be applied to groups of people – such as a graduating highschool class – or to societies and cultures as a whole and I believe it's what we're technically undergoing now.

 Liminality is considered a tripartite structure, and each segment of that structure is as follows: preliminal rites, or rites of separation. This stage involves a metaphorical 'death' undergone by the initiand. They're essentially forced to leave something behind by breaking away from previous practices and routines, or by, say, coming to Keeliai.

 The liminal rites – or transitionary rites – involve the creation of a sort of... tabula rasa, a blank slate, through the removal of limits and forms previously taken for granted. There are two primary characteristics to this stage of the rite, first: the rite 'must follow a strictly prescribed sequence, where everybody knows what to do and how'. Because this rite is a fundamental deconstruction of the self and self-held values, it's meant quite literally to mirror the act of walking over a threshold between two worlds.

 The postliminal rites, or 'rites of incorporation' are the third and final sequence. During this stage, the initiand is re-incorporated into society, essentially born again as a 'new' being.

[CRICKETS. CRICKETS ARE CHIRPING IN THE BACKGROUND, REID. He awkwardly clears his throat.]

 All... right so... um, hi. I'm Doctor Spencer Reid. Any questions...?

[for those of you who didn't turn the console off ten seconds into his impromptu lecture??


 ooc; also: a permissions post.]
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 [ the Peeta that sits before the screen still looks like shit, but there's a little more confidence to him as he speaks: ]

There's going to be a new bakery in town. [ he grins, a little awkwardly but it's still somewhat charming ] And it could use some customers starting tomorrow. It's in the Water section, if you need help finding it, feel free to ask me or Astrid. People who order something more expensive then three juulans get a free slice of cake. To celebrate. The opening, that is. And the not being destroyed by mutts thing. Though that could use some celebration as well.

[ he pauses, rubbing his hands together ]


Also I was wondering who to get in touch with regarding...therapy. 

It's not related to the cake, I promise.

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[Shepard is cleaned up, settled in - more or less - and rested by now. She's also been keeping an eye on this extranet-type thing - the network, anyway, even though there doesn't seem to be any means of contacting anyone off-planet. Whatever planet she's on. She still doesn't quite buy the "between living, dying and dreams" thing.

But that's not what she's here to talk about today. Nope, she's just got a couple of quick notes.]


Shepard here. SSV Normandy. I need to know if any of my crew are here, and this looks like the best way to do that.

I also want to thank the people who helped me during the attack. Bruce, North, the girl with the fire biotics, and a few others. More people were saved working together than I could've done on my own.

[She looks a little distant, for a moment, then her gaze focuses back in on the screen.]

I'm happy to help where I can, but whoever is responsible for bringing people here picked a really bad time to do it. I'll be court martialed now, for sure.
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[Hellboy has a bad feeling about this. He’s been prowling around the barrier since the moment the Turtle hit bottom, and he hasn’t stopped since. The corpses in the water were unnerving, and when they started to stir in their watery graves, he learns he has every right to be worried.

Technology really isn’t his favorite thing. That’s why Hellboy tries his best to avoid using the network as much as he can. But seeing those horrible things pressing themselves against the barrier like a pack of hungry, undead kids in a candy store means it’s time to suck it up and try his hand at a PSA. If things really do end up going to crap, maybe it’ll count for something.

So early in the unwavering dark of an undersea afternoon, he stations himself in one of the console cafés somewhere near the edge of the city, doing his best to prepare for the worst.]


Hope this thing’s as zombie-proof as it is waterproof.

[Yeah… right. As if it’s ever that simple.]

Just in case anyone didn’t notice, we have a few visitors outside trying to drop by uninvited.
I’ve heard people have been able to travel in and out of the barrier pretty easily. That means there’s a good chance those things might find their way through.

My advice… don’t panic. Stay home, stay away from the barrier.

If anyone has enough firepower to blow up or burn a zombie, let me know. I know we’ve got some talented people out there. Would probably be a good idea to have people out and ready just in case.

[So this is Hellboy trying to be proactive without stirring up too much of a panic. It’s not his usual style, but he does the best he can. There’s really no way of preparing for something like this. But if things really do start going south, prepared or not, it’s gonna get ugly. So he’ll be out there, and he’ll be waiting.]
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Okay, those zombies beyond the barrier? Not so beyond it anymore.

They're falling down and getting up. They're still fast and it doesn't matter what you do, they won't stay down.

I suggest staying in your suite and boarding up if you don't have any other way to defend yourself. If anyone is going to go out against them, [Because he knows there will be.] be careful. The last thing anyone wants or needs is death and adding to their numbers.

[He doesn't know if their bites work that way, but he's taking the guess they do cause...zombies.]
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note to all the newcomers:

you are really not more important than the rest of us, fyi. and demanding answers? is pretty dumb. because if we had them do you seriously think we'd still be here?

yeah.

thanks for playing. feel free to link this to any n00bs past or present, because some people seriously need a wake-up call.

oh yeah and welcome to the jungle or something.

- anonymous.
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[ the feed cuts on and Inara is positioned behind the console, smiling lightly with crimson lips pulled upwards as she regarded the camer thoughtfully. She is cleaned up and prepped for a public chat, hair dried and styled as well as she was able. ]

Good evening, everyone. My name is Inara Serra, and I have recently found myself a bit out of sorts with my arrival in this strange place. I would cry kidnapping, but I hardly think that is the case.

I was wondering - and hoping - that there might just be someone I know here. Please, if you recognize me, I would greatly appreciate if it you could respond.

Also, if anyone could perhaps explain a bit more about what this place is and how I might have come to be here - and why - I would also be greatly indebted to you.

Thank you.

[ she smiles once more as she waits for responses, should they come. ]
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[Pepper is sitting at her desk, arms crossed in front of her, datebook sitting open in front of her, and coffee sitting steaming and nearby. She looks very serious as she addresses the camera.]

Good afternoon, as some of you may know, my name is Pepper Potts. I've been doing some talking with several other ... transplants. Miss Carter informed me that there had been talk of a welcoming committee, but as of yet there has been no move to assemble such a party. As such I would like to take it upon myself to do so. This committee is entirely voluntary however. If you have no desire to join said committee then please don't comment here. If, however, you have a friendly demeanor and are good at explaining confusing and seemingly unbelievable situations to people who may or may not be confusing to you, please submit your interest to this message.

[She takes a moment to offer a soft smile to the camera before turning off the feed.]
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[ kara is, as always, relaxed and reclining - boots up, cigar in hand. it's standard fare with kara thrace, y'know. she does other things, of course - smoking (and drinking, you just can't see that glass full of amber liquid off to the side) just happens to be one of her favorites!

smoke curls from her lips as she grins, and she leans to ash her cigar in the adjacent tray while her free hand holds up a pretty little invitation between middle and pointer finger. ]


A party, huh? Anyone else get one of these?

[ a shout over her shoulder-- ]

Hey York -- wanna go to a party?

[ her attention back on the camera, Kara grins again. ]

This should be fun.
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[Charles had actually spent a bit of time investigating this whole ‘personal computer’ situation and while he’d been dubious at first, the more he’d read about the system, what it was capable of, he was delighted! Then he’d been distracted for a day or so in simply learning all he could about the technology.

However, the warning from the kedan who had rescued him still echoed in his head. He needed to find some sort of work, something he’d never actually had to seek out in his life. A small part of him wondered at the laugh Raven would have if she could see his predicament over having to ask about a job, the thought bringing sorrow to his eyes but a small smile to his lips as he reached to turn on the video feed.

The sorrow was quickly wiped away, replaced with his trademark friendly smile and earnest expression as the display snapped to life.]


Ah, excellent just like it said it would work.

Hello! [He offered with a practiced good cheer.] My name is Charles Xavier and I am what I suppose you would call a recent arrival to Tu Vishan and this city, Keeliai; do hope I pronounced those correctly.

Interesting name, Tu Vishan and I would be quite curious to hear what the others who have been brought here make of our situation? [He can’t help asking!]

But of more immediate concern, I’ve been told that I need to search out employment. I fear that for personal reasons anything to do with heavy lifting is out of the question but I was wondering if there were any libraries that might require assistance?

[Seemed a good way to combine the chance to learn more about this place with the necessary employment requirement; at least in the short term.]
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[It's been almost a week. Almost a whole week since Leonardo and his brother were fished from the ocean and led to the magnificent walls of Keeliai. Since they've adjusted to living in a world where their appearances didn't elicit more than ironic comments from its residents. And almost a week since they've hunkered down in one of their suites, taking turns watching the network and hitting up the city streets in search of their missing brothers.]

[Results have been nonexistent so far. And it's not doing either of them any favors - Raphael is getting more frustrated and stir-crazy as time wears on, spending more time out looking and leaving Leo in charge of combing the network. And disciplined as Leo may be, sitting in front of a computer 24/7 is really more Donnie's thing; it's not going to be long now until his own frustration becomes too advanced to ignore. The last thing Leo and Raph need right now is for both of them to be irate.]

[So maybe it's time to switch gears. Leo's fairly certain that Raph has kept off the network since his first appearance there...so it might benefit them to have a proper introduction. They've got to get used to talking with the other people who are trapped here eventually, right?]

[...right. So.]


Um...hello. My name is Leonardo. About a week ago I arrived here with my brother, Raphael. Some of you may have already met him. [I'm sorry if he was mean to you.]

I've, ah, been led to understand that this place serves as a sort of - nexus for our spirits? [At least, that's how it sounded to him when the kedan spoke of being between life, death, and dreaming.] If that's the case, we have two more brothers that should have ended up here. Our circumstances were the same in our world before we left.

...if you've seen anyone like us wearing purple or orange masks, please let us know. [He hesitates, and the next part is rather sharp.] Or - an explanation for why we can't seem to find them, if there is one.
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