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[The video opens with A SHOWER OF FIREWORKS.

Wait, how did fireworks get indoors?

The answer comes in the form of the big white doggy-- well, to some who have very good senses or abilities that lean towards the more spiritual bent, or people who are just spiritual themselves, they can see that the big white dog isn't all white as they think. And she's currently twirling her tail like she's tracing a circle with it.

And out of nowhere a giant bomb appears right where her tail was twirling. And the wick is already burning.

But she has no intentions of running. In fact, the great white thing is staying put, until the bomb explodes in another shower of those fireworks, with the dog giving the derpiest grin ever.

She looks at the camera and nods happily at whoever is watching.]

Now I can work properly.

spiderkid

[There's no real reason for Miles to make this a video other than the novelty of it, so he does.]

I'm just curious, out of all of us who got brought here, how many are from Earth? And out of those, how many are from New York?

[He shrugs.] I guess that's it. I know there's more important stuff going on, but I was just wondering.

kungfood

[The image displayed is of nothing human. It is, in fact, nothing more than a panda in a pair of darned pants standing straight up as if he knows no other way to stand. He’s obviously in the new “home” he’s been given, and if it’s possible for him to seem even more out of place, he somehow manages it. It’s similar but it’s not, and he’s never seen anything like the kedan before.

He’s entirely out of his element, and if it was ever doubted that a panda could display that much with expression, he’s living, standing, awkward proof that a panda can do just that.]

Uh. [Brief, something that was almost a word but never quite made it. He has no idea about these devices except for what he’s been told, and he still finds it difficult to believe. Others can see him, he can see them, and they can speak that way. How is that possible?] So. Hi. This showing a picture, right? A…a moving one, I guess. I don’t really understand, but that’s what those guys told me, so it probably does, right?

[He’s blathering. This is hardly anything new with him, and he realizes it, and that also shows. He runs a paw over his face, ears popping right back into place when it passes over them.]

Yeah, so, the introduction thing, I guess. I’m, uh, [awkward] Po [still awkward] and I’m from a place called the Valley of Peace, and [little less awkward] I never really thought that when you ascended, it was to another city. Thought of it more like another plane. But that’s okay, because you can’t ascend anything when you’re asleep, but you can apparently get trapped, and that’s pretty, uh. That really sucks. Like. It sucks a lot.

[He’s still obviously out of his element, but he stands up a little straight and stops fidgeting.]

Is there anything that whoever else here can tell me that doesn’t suck?

[Things that suck less are also wanted, and it’s after a close-up of a bear paw that the image disconnects.]

jirk

[Jim's sitting in his suite, wearing his command golds, looking serious as a heart attack. He's leaning forward, one hand braced against the armrest of his chair, the other fiddling with something on the console. Satisfied, he leans back more fully and nods once to the camera.]

Okay, let's get the introductions out of the way first. Name's Jim, Jim Kirk. Captain of the USS Enterprise. I serve in Starfleet in the year 2259 - Starfleet being a space-based armada focused on peaceful exploration and the discovery of new forms of life in the universe.

[There's a slight quirk to his brow, he coughs and then continues with all due charisma,]

I know there's people out there that've been here longer than I have, so I'm asking for your help - and the assistance of anyone willing. We know we're here to fight something, some of you know what and why. While I can understand the reasoning behind keeping that information to allies, I'd like to stress the fact that we're all in this together, regardless of worlds, races or creeds. This isn't something we can or should fight blind. So I'm proposing a broader alliance, a centralized repository of information, and the consideration of a unified front to face whatever's coming.

Additionally, I'm interested in the martial capabilities of the landed foreigners, any contingency plans that have been put in place to deal with the situations we're potentially facing here, and the sorts of scenarios that've been dealt with in the past.

[He exhales a little more sharply than necessary, and then he gives the camera a brief, two-fingered salute.]

Kirk out.

[and edited in after the fact, private to Kyle Rayner.]

We should talk.

urbanmagic

[Magic being flooey? Not a problem. Okay, it is, but she figures it'll right itself sooner or later, preferably sooner. The problem was it was draining her fast, and when she can't control her own magic, well...]

I don't suppose anyone knows where I can find an army of rabbits? [Because her room? Is kind of having a carrot bonanza behind her. Probably enough to last her a long time if she ate nothing but the darned things. Not that she can normally conjure then, but side-effects were a pain if they happened without her consent. At least it's stopped now, and she's thinking trying anything else that's magical is a big n o until this resolves itself.]

Alternatively, anyone needs more vitamin orange in their diet? I mean, I'm all for a healthy living, but I rather like being more flesh than yellow. I can trade them for whatever, it's cool. [And yes, she will be nibbling one of those carrots as if this was normal.] I bet they'd go well in your dinner plans.

I'll figure out how to transport it later.

dungfu

[Once again, an Amaterasu post begins with a round of barking. But this time she stops after seven seconds and moves to the side to let the camera pick up what's right behind her-- a painting on the wall. The colors are vivid and a little sparkly if you look at it at the right angle.

And then she speaks.]

You want a painting too? [Short and simple. This is her way of trying to cheer everyone up-- by painting for them.]

liugan

An interesting turn of events, isn't it? Not unlike many of you now, no doubt, I find myself without lodgings. Temporary, one can only hope, but if falling sky debris is going to continue to be a problem, some form of shelter is better than nothing. If there is one among you willing to provide accomodations, it would be appreciated. Anyone who enjoys butting their noses into business not their own need not reply. I may have also found a few personal belongings scattered about in the wreckage. Should any of you be missing something particularly dear to you, we may be able to arrange a bargain.

[ ooc; I'll get to replies tomorrow after work, but if you want to say your character's lost something in all the chaos then feel free to strike up a conversation! Loki may or may not have it in his possession, and he may or may not charge ridiculous temporary ownership fees to give it back. ]

sophos

[Annabeth’s sitting at a cafe in the Fire Sector, blonde hair its usual mess of curls when the console turns on; she glances at something off screen for a few seconds before coming back into focus. There's a tall, thin, somewhat scraggly looking but composed middle-aged man standing beside and a little behind her, letting her take center on the camera. You might recognize him as Bruce Banner, if he remembered to introduce himself.]

Unless you're new or living under a rock, the rationing's back in full swing with pretty unfortunate long term implications. We're fine now, whether you’re accustomed to a higher lifestyle or otherwise, but probably not for said long term if this keeps up. That's where hydroponics comes in. If you don't know - [Insert brief but simultaneously detailed enough explanation of hydroponics here.] We've already figured out the logistics and mechanics of developing such a garden, hopefully with a grand enough scale to actually be useful and successful. [Brief pause, and she points upward over her shoulder.] It was his idea.

[He nods on cue.] Uh, hi. I'm... Bruce Banner. [He does look kind of uncomfortable giving out his name, but forges on.] Usually I work in physics or biochemistry, but with some help I've managed to put together a feasible work proposal for the set up. [He starts to gain speed and smoothness as he gets into the technical aspect.] The critical point here is that with an isolated indoor filtration system for the water, and no use of soil, we can prevent the widespread sickness from affecting our crops. We'd just have to be careful about cross-contamination.

I put out some feelers, and... the kedan are pretty interested in working with us. So we'd have a lot of local support. We can't pay anyone, because we don't plan on making any money off of it. The food would be for everyone. [He glances over at Annabeth, handing it off again.]

[She picks up with ease.] It'll be run like a co-op - you work some, you'll get some. There's a lot to potentially do beyond just the set up, so don't feel like you're automatically excluded if you don't understand the more technical or scientific aspects. [It’s not like she gets them all herself either; Annabeth just sort of found herself taking the reins like she do and ordering people around.] Basically, we're looking for volunteers, from any interested party. To keep it functioning, it'll probably require a lot of upkeep - so there's not really a limit here either, since it'll need a fairly regular commitment. If we get enough people involved, the garden should essentially run itself. And I know over half the population is pressed over food shortages, so yes, should this expand, some of that will be quelled.

[Level and unhurried, Bruce wraps up with,] Right now we're just looking for a preliminary estimate of involvement. A place to start. So, let us know if you're interested. [A beat of silence, before he adds,] Thanks for listening?

[Annabeth glances up at him with a bit of a face, but that’s about all she does - no goodbyes from her before she cuts the feed.]

littlecousin

[Hello turtle, it's Nita, looking blond and perky, per the usual. She is, unbeknownst to the object of her not-very-complicated plan, helping.]

Who here can get hit by a speeding tractor trailer and shake it off? ...Or for those of you from universes that don't have cars, uh...get hit by an angry dragon, I guess.

[She realizes that maybe that's a weird question, and adds:]

...Asking for a friend.

[No, really. Hi, Dr. Banner!]

Not for anything nefarious, unless you think meeting new people is nefarious.

[And in that case, she can't help you.]

dungfu

[Cue a whine when the feed comes on. Yep, it's a big white dog and... well. What's a dog doing, having access to the console?

There's a smear of black ink in the corner, because they said you could make words with it but why aren't the words coming out of the ink. This is stupid, and the expression on the dog's face accentuates that. It is in fact very expressive for... well, a dog. It actually scrunches up its face in annoyance.

In comes a round of plain barking at the thing, but obviously it doesn't work.

Possibly defeated by the really awkward technology, the dog sits back (are those flowers growing around its paws or are you just going crazy?) for a while, staring at its console, before getting up and disappearing off camera.

The flowers are still there.

There's a lot of sounds of rummaging, before a loud, offended animal shriek rings through the room.]

TOO LITTLE FOOD! This cannot be a residence with too little food!

ironwood

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