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[ Zelgadis has already been flipping through the network a little bit to get accustomed to what it was and how people used it, but there was such a flood of information there that he lost patience reading through other people’s drivel. It was time to send out feelers on his own.

The feed shows a stony blue face carefully watching the screen with a slight frown as he makes sure it’s actually doing what he expected it to. ]

I’m under the impression that there are many of you out there who arrived in a fashion similar to mine. Meaning, not natives to this city. Who are all you people?

flytoohigh

[ You might think a teenage boy from Tokyo in the 2000's would have a pretty firm grasp on how to use a computer. Alas, this one does not. The video clicks on with Ikki midrant, slamming his hand onto the keyboard.

-and I don't wanna hear "Oh no, Ikki-sama, we need you now, save us~" Just cuz I'm the King of the Sky doesn't mean I'm going to go around saving all you commoners. If you want that you're gonna have to pay tributes, and send me all the busty babes you have, got that?

..Anyways, like I said, I'm Minami Ikki, leader of Kogarasumaru, which you would have heard about if you are from Earth. Unless you really do live under a rock, or the South Pole or something.

And a God like me can't be kept in a cage like this, so I'm bound to break out sooner or later. So you hear that Emperor guy? There's no holding me back!

[ Ikki's just gonna pump his fist and yell a bunch until eventually he hits the right key and shuts off the video. ]

mistyoldworld

[Aisling seems to finally understand how to work the console. Sort of. She's actually sitting on the console table with her knees up to her chest and her hair wrapped around herself like a blanket. But at least she knows where the camera is and where to look.]

It smells like a storm, doesn't it? I wonder how well a turtle will do in a great storm? I've seen the kedan outside, all rushing about. Well...the trees tell me that storms come and go here, as storms do. I am not very concerned.

[She heaves an impressive sigh and props her chin on her hands.] Still, I am more than ready to return to my own forest. The trees here are so difficult to talk to. As closed-off as the kedan are.

[She's silent for long enough that it almost seems she's forgotten the camera is on. Then she looks up again.]

What do all of you miss the most from your homes?

earpiece

[When the video feed clicks on, anyone paying attention will be treated to the image of a man who looks wildly uncomfortable. He's dressed in local clothes—his options were change into the garb generously offered or sit in the bloody, wet suit that just happened to be his favorite and is now instead draped across the back of his chair and probably ruined forever along with most of his other stuff—and is wearing an expression that's a curious mix of frustrated and tired and dazed. Like he knows what's going on, but can't quite believe it.

He rubs his face before speaking, shoulders rising and falling with an inaudible sigh. Without fully raising his gaze to meet the camera, he says:]

My name is Phil Coulson. I just—

[He hesitates, thinking. How is he supposed to approach this? "Hi, I just died, it's nice to meet you all here in this afterlife I wasn't expecting?" Bright blue eyes flicker toward the keyboard, then dart back up, this time focusing directly on the lens.]

I arrived here a little while ago.

[And there it is, the versatile, thin-lipped little smile that those who know him already know so well. This time, it's meant to convey something akin to appreciation toward those who helped him, but it looks a bit pained. He's not sure he can help that.

Because, you know, his back is killing him. Pun completely intended.]

Just thought I would say hello.

iwaspromisedtea

[ hello salut hallo privyet etc

guess who looks like a nutty professor and is finally using the network? if you answered the doctor, you are correct and possibly receive a lifetime supply of bowties. maybe. if you're cool enough for them.

if anyone's already seen him around, it's worth noting that he looks less excitable for once and more... frustrated to put it simply. he's poking and prodding at things on the console and slightly frowning before he crosses his arms and settles down to start talking. ]

So, curfews gone. That's nice, isn't it? Was a bit inconvenient there for a bit -- but no. Hang on. It went away a little too easily.

Is it 'cause we did our jobs? Cleaned up the gang mess all nice and we're being rewarded by being able to go roam about again? Well, it was nice because I found a little shop but. But. Still so very many questions left to be answered. I've talked to Billy already, but anyone else want to give me their best rundown of the place?

[ he stops and sits back into a more relaxing position. even starts smiling now. ] I've got tea and something like crisps if you want to come over! I'm the Doctor, somewhere about the Metal Sector, hello.

[ yep, that's about it, he's said his piece and now to wait.......................

except that's all he's been doing for sometime (he's not sure how long because he hasn't been keeping track) and really, linear time is the absolute worst. things happening in their right and proper order and nothing to do but drum his fingers on the console.

so when no one shows up at his doorstep in about five minutes like he was expecting, he turns the video feed back on and rests his hands on his cheeks looking very much like a bored child. ]

Well, this is just rubbish. Do you lot just sit there or is there something to do in this place? Not anything. Something exciting. I need busy, I need amusing, I need something that is not absolutely dull and going to drive me out of my mind.

[ frustrated sigh!!! if he looks like he's ready to tear his hair out, that's pretty much because he is ]

controlledvariable

Good morning Keeliai, how are we all today?

[Steph is sitting at her console, leaning back in her chair with her legs propped up on the desk. She's smiling, and for those that know her, it's the sort of smile that should be extremely concerning. Those that don't know her may also be feeling like they're about to hear something they don't want to.

She is going to be a terrible person today.]

I'm going to preface this message by saying that anyone under the age of 16, or whatever the age of legality is where you're from, should tune out now, please and thank you. I'm not gonna be explicit or anything, but it's probably not going to be appropriate for kids. [she gives a pointed look, yes you, Damian, switch off the computer now.]

I was taking an anthropology class back home, and my professor happens to be here too. [she wrinkles her nose, like yes, I know that's super weird, how do you think I feel?] And he's been giving me assignments and stuff, because apparently being kidnapped by a giant turtle isn't a valid excuse not to keep up with coursework. The topic we'd been studying before I got brought here was human sexuality, and Professor Craig suggested I write a paper on kedan sexuality instead. [Hi Bruce.] Except, uh, after the last couple weeks, I'm not really keen on that idea.

But I have been thinking about all these people with superpowers running around, and like - we've got comics back home, right? But they tend to focus on the whole defeating supervillains and stopping alien invasions side of things, which is great, sure, I love a good action story, but there's something that just never really comes up.

[she looks directly at the camera, the very picture of scientific curiosity] Do they - or, do you, for the superpowered people in the audience - ever use their powers for sex? This isn't a rhetorical question, by the way, if you have used your powers in the bedroom, feel free to share with the class.

And in the interest of not excluding anyone from the conversation, anyone who's just a regular old human, or whathaveyou, you can discuss what sort of powers you'd like to have, and how you'd use them to impress the gender-of-your-preference.

Don't feel like you have to respond directly to me, you're more than welcome to talk amongst yourselves. I figured we could use a little lighthearted chat to take our minds off the situation. Don't you agree?

[She winks, clearly trying not to laugh, and sits back in her chair to wait for responses]

notpredictable

GREETINGS CITIZENS OF -- [Pause, squint - what was it again? Ah -- yes.] Keeliai! [YES THAT'S RIGHT. Looking triumphant in his little metal palace, he straightens, looking gleeful.]

It is I - MEGAMIND, and -- well.

[Looking terribly smug, he brushes an imaginary speck from his suit.]

I am the current and still very active villain of Metrocity though it appears I am taking a brief hiatus - much to my chargrin, Trust me I had no damned intentions of it BUT - gracing you lot with my magnificent and glorious presence. [Hands up.]

I know, I know. Shock and awe, amiright? [Chuckle. Oh God he's so hilaaaarious isn't he?]

NOW – let’s get down to business, shall we? All of us have been…displaced, as it were, and if I am correct – and I generally am - we all have needs and wants and desires from back home. [Regardless of if they’re dead or not, people still want their THINGS.] As…such…

I am willing to attempt to recreate some of these small luxuries from home depending on what it might be, and if parts and such are available. Considering this place is sorely lacking in up to date and up to par technology, not all things are going to be possible despite my massive and prodigious intellect, I cannot, unfortunately, make mountains of molehills.

Unless I’m home, and I have the Earth Shaker 3000. Then I probably could.

BUT I DIGRESS. Yes, good and services, yadda yadda… [Flipping through a clipboard.] Right. Done for a fee. Nothing is free, my soft headed lemmings! Remember that. There’s always a price.

Miss Lane, do be a dear and send me your precise coordinates and communications device frequencies. It was a bit beastly locating you last time.

[Stalk stalk stalk.]

Ciao ciao, all~!

[Feed cut.]

((ooc: also feel free to note that these flyers are currently being posted all over each sector :3))

hulk

[ Bruce drags a hand over his face before eying the feed carefully. Usually he wouldn't even touch a computer, because there's the problems with being traced and found and then there's the whole slew of problems that come out of that, but. He just got dragged out of an ocean by some entirely new and fascinating lifeforms after dying or he's just hallucinating something spectacular while the other guy goes and deals with whatever he's dealing with. He's not sure which is actually happening, but.

Either way. Can't hurt, right? ]

So... Uh. [ A deep breath as he tries to blink himself into more alertness but. There is a reason he's looking as raggedy as he does, and that was without an entre vous to turtletopia. ] L-look, I'm not trying to go and be, you know, rude or ungrateful or a-anything like that, but. This place is j- It's way, way too much for me, and. I mean, there's a swimming pool. Right in the next room over. And th- I'm not that guy.

[ He's rambling and he's tired, and. Shaking his head, he rubs at the back of his neck. ]

Anyway, er. If I could maybe downgrade, or... Point is, this is all a little more-- More than I'm used to. Thanks.

alderwood

[The video comes up on a sparse office with three sheets of paper on the desk and, standing behind it, the Alderwood Commander in uniform. The wear-and-tear of the past month show minimally, but those that saw him at the festival may note slight shadows under the eyes from pulling overtime the likes of which you wouldn't believe. He rests his hands on the desk and addresses all console users with clipped words and a clear tone.]

Those of you that haven't stuck your heads out the door in a month might be surprised to hear we've got trouble on the rise. My officers are tasked to the breaking point handling it and there's intel to say more breach attempts are incoming.

Since they're using you Foreigners to take exception, it's about time you got the chance to do something about it. [A terse grin.] Effective immediately, I am authorising all Foreigners to act as enforcers to uphold the laws of Keeliai.

But don't go sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong. Each precinct's got a stack of cases that need follow-up, most of them arrests. Those of you community-minded enough to help can head to the nearest precinct and get your orders. Report back when you're done and a note will be made. Lieuen's agreed to pay five juulan per successful job once the troublemakers are all rounded up, so trust that it'll be worth your time.

[He stops and refers to a sheet at his left, scanning the data on it.]

I also need crisis response teams, three of them. You'll be on standby to move out at my order in the event of a breach. Teams will be briefed as activated. It's not a voluntary deal either. I know what you can do and if you're needed, you'll be there. You lucky souls-turned-soldiers are ID'd at the end of this message.

And you mercenary types are wise not to tune this out. Lieuen's chipped in danger pay for each deployment of the CRTs, fifteen juulan per head. That sweeten the deal enough?

[A pause for the information to sink in.]

This isn't about pride or falls, people. It's about whatever you need it to be, as long as that need gets you moving when you're needed. Good kedan are dying out there and there's no way to remedy your situation as long as all hell's broken loose. The sooner this is sorted, the better.

Any questions? Ask them now.

[The video ends for those not assigned to a crisis response team; to each of these, an encrypted segment is included.]

( messages: teams 01-03 )

usavatar

[Who is an awkward turtle? Steve is an awkward turtle. In fact, he's doing an excellent impression of one. He's had practice. When you're so used to being a little guy, suddenly being a big guy occasionally means you do little guy impressions.

That sentence is about how well his thought processes are working at the moment.

Making speeches and being a public figure is easy. He's used to that at this point. This is not official. This is personal. That is hard.]

So... I'm not- There's not- There isn't really music here, not - well, there is music, but it isn't really the sort of mmh.

[Yes, he stops himself with the noise instead of the word, and tries again.]

I'm wondering if anyone has something available that could play music like the kind back home. If they could make one, maybe. [He ducks into himself a little, scratching the back of his head.] There's a promise I'd like to keep to a friend.

tactile_telekinesis

[Kon's on the screen, some have seen him, some haven't. Whatever, that isn't the point. Point is, he's addressing everyone that's been brought here and he has something amazing to say.]

Ladies and gentlemen! Let's forget about the lame acts of a few total losers who are jealous of our awesome.

What's that smell? It smells delicious! Yes, that's right! That would would be the smell of the spectacular Superboy BBQ Wood Sector party! B.Y.O.B, there's soda...or what passes for it. There's some meat stuff, but please do bring more, sharing is caring and I'm on a tight budget. Oh and for you vegetarians, there's salad.

[That salad...is literally a bowl of lettuce leaves.]

andaway

[Well, hello there. There’s a friendly face smiling at the network, nervously pushing his glasses up. He doesn’t seem to have any kind of trouble with the computers, but it’s obvious by the way he’s looking speaking to crowds (and he seems to consider whoever might be looking a ‘crowd’) isn’t really his thing.

Or that’s what he wants to make you believe, anyway. Clark Kent had always been the go to personality in case of kidnapping. He isn’t stupid enough to show where is he exactly living, but you get to see enough of his room to guess he’s in the water sector if you care enough to notice that kind of things. Seeing how calm and easy going the guy seems it shouldn’t come as a surprise.]

Um, hello. [A little friendly wave and a tilt of his head.] I’m not really sure if we’re supposed to-ah, introduce ourselves? I was told everything would be alright and everybody I’ve seen has been rather welcoming so far so I though… [He trails off, shrugging.] Call it farm-boy routine I guess.

Anyway, I’m Clark. Clark Kent. It’s a pleasure.

b_ad_a_ttitude

[Electronics aren't really B.A.'s thing, but the console isn't too hard to figure out. It seems like the best way to try and contact his team, if they're here. He goes for the video option, since he's not wanted by the military anymore and has no reason to hide his face. It's not a very friendly looking face, though.]

Hannibal, Face, Murdock - if you punks are here and I don't hear from you soon, I'm gonna kick your asses back into the ocean.

[Charming. He should say something to the other people on the network too, shouldn't he.]

Everybody else - I'm B.A.

[A short pause.]

Sergeant B.A. Baracus. Who else is on here?

rollerblade

[ Miho isn’t one for computers, and it is obvious in the dead eyed stare she gives the network as the video goes and rolls on.

And on.

And on.

Aaaaand on.

She doesn’t blink, not once, not even as she picks out a sai from inside her shirt and starts idly tossing it up and down, twirling it around. Then she catches it by the blade, totally uncaring about you know, maybe slicing her hand open. She scrutinizes the sharpness of the blade – tilting her head to and fro to inspect it. Head still canted, her eyes return to the screen for a split second of PURE JUDGMENT before flipping the said in her hand, then she jabs the handle onto the disconnect button.

Yeah. She's watching you guys. ]

crotcharrow

[Someone looks really exhausted and ticked off for only just having arrived in the city. He's also still in his super-gear, green and white spandex covering his body and his goggles pushed up onto his forehead. His white hair looking like it's had a frustrated hand shoved through it more than a few times.]

Wow, okay, this place seriously needs to invent something faster than that stupid cart I just had to sit eternity in, because wow that was the worst three days of my life. And look, I get it. You guys don't even have to pretend to play along. This is some dumb initiation thing for the Avengers ain't it? You got Doc Strange all up in this to test our superhero strength or something. I mean I thought we kinda did a good job already, but whatever, I guess that's why you're a Captain and I'm a... what do they call the ones under Captains? Cadet sounds way too gay...

[he thinks for a few milliseconds, before scrunching his nose up and giving up, looking back at the camera.]

But no, seriously, the cart ride was totally enough initiating can you just get to the point so I can go get a pizza? Or do I really have to play your stupid game? Because I'm seriously not in the mood after you made me sit forever on a stupid cart and now I'm practically starving here!

[he goes to turn off the console, but then realises that he should probably at least say something else.]

If it's not Cap, I'm blaming you, Wiccan. You better be here too so I can kick your butt.

nohulkingout

[Teddy has changed into some of the local clothing to keep from being recognised as a superhero. Alternate reality or weird different world or not, it's still a secret ID and he's going to be keeping that.]

Okay, so. I've read way more than enough comics to know where this is going. And that there's gonna be some really weird way to get home that we have to wait to be revealed, and in between there'll be all this bad sub-plot. [He gestures with a hand.] So, I guess the real question is how many people are like me and were brought here? Anyone out there know why yet?

Don't get me wrong, the 6 hour cart ride was, uh, exciting and having a tree-house is pretty amazing. Buuut I have homework due and a game tomorrow, and I'm pretty sure a few people back home are gonna be freaking out about me suddenly vanishing.

Oh, right. I'm Teddy. Teddy Altman. That mean anything to anyone?

usavatar

[He examines the monitor with the passing familiarity of someone who knows how this works, but isn't entirely used to it and doesn't particularly like it. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, solemn.]

Thank you, first of all, to the people who helped me out of the water and into the city. I hope some of you see this. If there's anything I can do to repay you for that, please don't hesitate to ask. My name is Steve. Steve Rogers. I'm a captain in the United States Army, from Earth, or Midgard, I guess, if you're familiar with that name. This… Well, I'm not sure what to make of it all, but I'm curious to know if anyone is trying or has tried to get to their homes from here.

Are there people from Earth here? Or other worlds. Anyone at all, really, who'd be willing to tell me more about what we're into.

I'm more than willing to meet wherever you feel most comfortable.

[A pause, a nod, and he turns off the feed.]

withoutaworld

[ Rikki's in her suite, in her street clothes, toying with the long knife she took off that kedan and frowning to herself, not quite looking at the camera as it comes on. She glances up briefly, but she's too distracted to try and keep up the eye contact. ]

So... I guess a lot of us were at the thing at the festival. Obviously. I hope everyone came out of it okay and all.

But I've been thinking about what that guy said, before he was killed. About us saving them. Have any of you heard the kedan say anything about that before? Did I imagine that? And... maybe it's just me, but I don't see a whole lot to save anyone from, other than... y'know... the kedan.

cowled

[Enter 'Professor Craig'. He's a middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed goatee, glasses, salt-and-pepper black hair and the accent of a British foreign national that's spent several decades in America. Of Bruce Wayne, there is absolutely nothing, not the voice or the poise or the bearing. Even his eyes are another colour, and the structure of his face is altogether different.

This post goes up several hours past the executions, and Bruce is basically waiting on the results of his blood samples and fabric analyses from the three dead kedan. So, the Network gets his attention for now, and his primary cover persona on Keeliai gets some exercise.]

Is everyone all right? God, I can't even imagine-- if anyone needs anything, please ask. We're all in this together.

agentdork

[ York clears his throat before he starts talking-- unnecessary, but this is weird all the same, because he's led teams and missions before, but this doesn't really...fall into that. ]

So. What with everyone being from weird places and times and all that, I was thinkin' we maybe oughta have something up, that's kind of a roster of people we're missin' or looking for just in case they show up. That way if anyone's not paying attention, or gets distracted, we've got a heads up. If you've got any suggestions, too, lemme know. I can toss up a list and edit it so we all know who to look out for, for people.

If you hear someone calling themselves one of the names on this list, it might help a little to let 'em know someone who knows them is here, right?

Or, y'know, it could really be pointless, but hey, I don't make a point of getting kidnapped places like this, so we'll see what works.

( The List )

And- well, kinda related. Anyone know what happens if an AI shows up here? Oooorrr, anyone know what an AI is?

[ Edited in later ] Someone pointed out a good idea was a list of people to maybe watch out for, too- so shoot it if you have it.

( The List: Part Two, Return of the List )

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