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is anyone else not having all fun and games?

[60% encrypted to Lex Luthor, Clark Kent (the elder), Bruce Banner]
[Hayley turns the video on, looking less than thrilled with life. Mostly, she seems exhausted and done with this place. Still, with her usual dry curiosity, she holds up a piece of green rock (looking roughly like this) to display to the businessman, the journalist, and the scientist.]

Do you know what this is? It's totally different from everything else here.

storm_warning

[The Ororo that sits in her chair as the console comes online is not happy. She is soaking wet and wrapped in a towel that says she's fresh from the shower. The air about her has dropped numerous degrees by the way her breath frosts and the fact that the wet mop of hair half plastered over her face is starting to frost at the tips.]

They were cute. Cuddly. I could like the cuddly Furby angle. But this?

[She thrusts out her hand, in which she has fisted a lot of wet tribble fur.]

No. That's too far. They clogged my shower. This means war.

[With an irritated noise, she throws the sopping wet handful of tribble fur on the console surface, then points at the screen.]

This is officially crisis-level important. What're we doing about it? Because I'm about to make it look like Christmas out there and I could use a hand.

[With a disgusted noise aimed at the fur, she turns off the console. Replies'll come as she gets ready.]

[ooc; there's an action thread inside if you want to give Ororo a hand with her temper tantrum against the tribbles.]

lecentre

[Hello Turtle. This is a face that hasn't been over the communicators often at all... And hasn't really been out and about in the past two months. He's well dressed enough, but the circles under his eyes suggest he hasn't had a decent night's sleep in a while.

He smiles, an action that doesn't quite make it to his eyes, and tips his hat.]

It's been brought to my attention that I've been rather... Anti-social... as of late.

[He laughs, a hollow sound.]

This, my friends, is my attempt to fix that.

wallcrawler

[When the video starts, Pete's...well, managing. He's managed to make most of his suite tribble-free, save for a few currently stuffed into what looks to be an empty aquarium of some kind he has sitting on his desk.]

So, I know a lot of us are in a hurry to get these things off the Turtle as quickly as possible, or kill them off or eat them or whatever, but...has anyone looked into whether or not keeping a few for research would be feasible?

I mean, they reproduce quickly, and in pretty big numbers. I'm not talking about using them for anything horrible, but it seems like they could be a pretty good substitute for lab rats. And if we kept them properly contained, we'd never have to worry about running out of them.

[Obviously, some precautions would have to be taken on the part of the researchers, but it probably wouldn't be impossible. In fact, at that moment, the trio of tribbles inside the aquarium began to make another series of trilling noises, forcing Pete to momentarily close his eyes and try and block out the unwelcome sound. Once they're finished, he takes a deep breath and continues, with some degree of extra effort.]

I'm not talking about testing anything horrible on them, obviously. But if data gathered from them can be applied to human subjects, it could be a great way to test local medicines and remedies without actually having to jump straight to human testing and risk poisoning someone or triggering an allergic reaction or something. I know Wayne Enterprises already started pharmaceutical work, and we could probably convince Dr. Banner to expand the hydroponics garden to allow us to grow any plants needed for that sort of testing. Maybe even a little extra food for them, so they aren't consuming anything meant for the rest of us.

[More trilling interrupts him now, and he does seem to finally give in. Reluctantly. He gets up and leaves the frame for a moment, returning later with some grains and torn up pieces of bread to drop into the aquarium. He doesn't know if the noise means they're hungry, he just knows the ones he caught tend to stop making that noise when they're eating.]

...sorry about that. Anyway, I don't really know if anyone's willing to try it out, or if it'll even work. But it's worth a try, right? I mean, it's better than just killing all of them, and definitely better than just letting them wreak havoc on the ecosystem and eat all our food, right? Besides, it's a way better plan than throwing them off the turtle with notes on their back. I mean, if even a handful of these things adapt to marine life, with as fast as they reproduce we're basically talking about taking one ecological disaster and making a bigger one we're in no position to stop. And that's not even considering what might happen if they're carrying any sort of parasite that could do the same...

[Seriously guys, stop chucking them in the water. Eventually they won't be able to be retrieved, and then who knows what's going to happen. Literally nothing about that scenario sounds like a good idea to Peter here.]

lostundercover

[Costigan is in his own suite. He looks wary, as if he hasn't slept well for days. Someone paying a lot of attention might notice some scabs on his knuckles, his hands gesturing as he speaks. He looks about the same as he usually does otherwise, his voice a familiar mix of nonchalance and discomfort simultaneously.]

What Banner said is true. I'm out now and I'm fine. It's fine.

[97% encryption to: Bruce Banner]
Up for some fresh air?

[97% encryption to: Kyle Rayner]
I know it's been awhile, but I also know you're generally honest. You trust Soranik?

[97% encryption to: Alt!Lincoln]
The only people with powers I trust are Kyle Rayner and Bruce Banner. I told you Superman's a dick. Sabriel's offering to teach magic to those who want to learn. Namorita Prentiss isn't human and I don't trust her given her particular history. That's all.

[97% encryption to: Evandau]
Thank you.

afirewithfashion

[Cinna looks a little less focused than usually -- that may have something to do with the collection of tribbles in his lap. The topmost one (yes, the pile is multi-layered) is the tribble that he's had from the beginning. Mostly sandy-beige, with white stripes on its belly.]

I know they're dangerous, I do understand that. They'll eat away the entire food supply.

[He trails off, his fingers in the fur of his favorite tribble.]

They're just so innocent -- if cold stops them from reproducing, couldn't we make cooled cages for them? Not all of them, but some of them?

[Like this one. He wants to keep it.

He feels better with the tribbles than he's felt since he arrived on the turtle. Better, even, than when they were in the plentiful current.]

I know it's a risk. But it seems wrong to kill them all.

asouthron

[ McCoy does his best to look dignified despite the terrible and shameful embarrassment he feels inside having to publicly announce this ridiculous emergency. It doesn't help matters that his desk is covered in soft, cute little creatures that are softly trilling all around. ]

This is Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the USS Enterprise. [ Yes, he's emphasizing that just so people take his warnings seriously as a highly-esteemed medical professional! And his affiliation with Jim can't hurt. Or can it? Oh God how many people actually like James T. Kirk? Shit Shiiit! ]

As some of you may have noticed, there's been a... contaminate leak in the Fire Sector. A foreign body escaped its... confines [ Fridge ] and has started multiplyin' at an excessive rate. [ And by excessive, he means the world is literally exploding with furballs. ] For those of you not in the Sector, they look like this [ He dutifully points to the puffballs on his desk. ]

Don't be alarmed! They're extremely docile, but in an unfamiliar and stressful environment, they begin to breed rapidly. Our Science Officer has calculated that they breed about every twelve hours [ 11.784 hours, but like hell McCoy is giving Spock the satisfaction of accurate fractions! ], producing anywhere from 8 to 12 at a time. Anyone with any kinda math skill can see that's a huge damn problem!

The best way to keep those furbags from eatin' you outta house and home and food is puttin' 'em on ice. It won't kill 'em, but it'll stop reproduction and slow down their life cycle.

If you have any questions, contact me or any StarFleet officer nearest you [ McCoy, Spock, or Jim will be more than happy to be assaulted by your questions. ]

McCoy out.

((ooc: For more information on the event, character plots, questions, or concerns, check out the OOC coordination post here ))

untilmydarknessgoes

I guess one good day is a little too much to ask for.

[Actually, the day sucked for Damon to be totally honest. It was only the ending of it that wasn't so bad. It was so not bad that it made the rest of the day pretty forgivable. For him anyway. Maybe not for Elena. But he was on cloud nine too much to worry about that too much.]

[And then he was on a turtle and between life and sleep or something like that - he wasn't paying that much attention, okay - and yep. Day sullied all over again.]

So. Giant turtles in need of a visit to the vet and lost powers.

Someone point me in the direction of the nearest supply of alcohol and I'm gonna get through this just fine.

aloadeddie

[Arthur's address to the network today is perfunctory - he's got a lot on his mind, most of which he won't be making public, but he does have one simple question to put to everyone:]

Has anyone else had any weird dreams the past couple of nights?

[BRRRRRRRM locks; 95% encryption to Ariadne and Cobb]

Eames is gone.

[Simple as that - he doesn't think he needs to elaborate. Onto the next order of business:]

I don't know what's going on, but I had a dream the other night. Not somnacin-induced. Which is even weirder, since I tested the somnacin I found on the mainland, and it seems to work normally. Aside from the dream, anyway. I'd say it's safe enough to run some other tests. We can go under together, if you want.

It's as stable as a one-level dream. [They can read into that whatever they want, as far as he's concerned.]

wintershepherd

[ After dropping by to see his fellow Guardian and give him the good news about the lifted rationing for kids, Jack's good mood completely deflates as he discovers Bunny's suite empty save for the warren-like growth inside of it and several caches of chocolates and other sweets left around. It's a while before Jack wants to do anything other than sit among the greenery and tell himself this is all right and that it's probably for the best.

Eventually he rouses himself, gathers all the edibles he can find and brings them back to his own suite. He'll disperse them between the kids and the food bank when he feels like he wants to deal with anyone else, but he has to at least let people know. ]

Bunnymund has gone back home
he was...
someone might need to take over caring for the wood sector
sorry.

justlittle

[In the interest of reaching a wider audience, Bean has decided not to use his usual anonymous text approach.]

I'm curious, who has had access to the Emperor's library, and what have you found? I don't want my own research to be redundant. Alternately, if you had access, what would you do with it?

If you would prefer not to share your findings with the entirety of the Network, I can make the feed private, or we can meet in person.

Thank you.

cons

[ this. is. so. not. okay. "caught between life, death, and dreaming". right. okay.

bullshit.

it's taken her a while before she decided to actually sit down and use the computer in her suite, because it feels so- dumb. she never used social media at home, and she's glad for it, because none of it mattered once the virus took over. more to the point, where are all the zombies in this place? crowds of people ( or whatever those mutated human-ish people were ) and none of them were carrying guns or looking to make a meal out of her. which, for some reason, makes her feel more nervous than when she and Little Rock had to search the supermarket for food. it made no sense. none of this makes sense.

so when she turns on her broadcast, she looks a little peeved, dark bangs covering dark eyes, her mouth pressed into a line.

truth is, she's panicking. but like hell is she going to let anybody know that. she has a million questions about this place, but first things first: ]

I'm looking for my sister. If I'm here, she's here. It's how things work. [ at least, it better be. she's going to be livid if she finds out she's been split up from her sister, even if Zombieland is on pause while she's here. ] She'll be going by the name 'Little Rock', or maybe 'Hannah Montana'. Also, there's a good chance she picked your wallet off of you while feeding you some sob story about being lost and scared. If you help me find her, I'll make sure she gives it back.

Thanks.

lostundercover

If anyone found anything of mine while on land, I'd appreciate if you could hand it over.

[He's a little grumpy.]

[60% Encryption (shared): Cobb, Ariadne, Arthur, Eames]
I figure we should stop fuckin' around and talk about why it is that you're looking for a sedative, interested in dreams, and maybe what it is you people actually do for a living.

[60% Encryption (private): Ariadne]
You don't have to explain. I get why you played me.

[60% Encryption: Jack]
You remember what I said, about if something happens to me.

[ooc: Inception peeps, feel free to threadjack or create new threads to privately talk to each other in this post!]

everylittlegirl

[A young girl appears on screen, tiny but very noticeable with a bright red jacket hanging from her shoulders and stretching out to her wrists.]

Wow. This is.. I've never really been on my own before. This is all pretty new to me.

[Hayley lifts her thumb to scratch idly along her brow, as if giving a thumbs up to the viewer in an awkward way.]

Does anyone have any information or advice? Maybe why I'm here? I get that I was brought here for a reason, but they won't tell me what it is other than something about some emperor and so that doesn't really answer my question, you know?

Anyway.. Any advice would be mucho appreciated. Especially if someone could, like, teach me how to cook or tell me where to find some other clothes? I mean, I like the ones I'm wearing and I'm a total teenager when it comes to doing laundry, but.. It seems kind of gross to wear the same thing for more than a day or two.

[She drops her head to the side, thinking.]

Uh, I guess that's all. So.. Thanks, if you can help. Or, you know, just for listening.

[She gives a half-smile, and then reaches forward to end the post.]

aloadeddie

[Oh look, Arthur is showing his face on the network today. Unlike some of his companions, he prefers the "out in the open" alias. His face is pleasantly neutral, if a bit, well, curious.]

I'm kind of wondering here, how many others are regular insomnia sufferers? I've been dealing with this for quite a while, myself, maybe we can exchange tips and tricks for handling it.

Also, call it academic curiosity, but has anyone experienced major changes in their sleep cycles or habits since arriving here? I know, I know, I get the whole spiel about being between life and death and dreaming. It's just that - when I do sleep, I'm a lucid dreamer. But that's changed since I showed up here. [White lie - he doesn't dream at all without the assistance of drugs, but that's neither here nor there.

He looks like he's about to end the feed, but then remembers something else.]

Oh, right. I'm Arthur, by the way. I'm putting together a small private security firm. I know things are tight right now, with rationing and all, but my rates are variable and I'm happy to do a free consult - small businesses, personal security, event stuff, whatever you've got.

[Private - Cobb, Eames, Ariadne (dreamshare encryption 95%)]

I'm hiring Billy Costigan. Don't even start, I know it's a risk. The guy is way too interested in us for my taste. We need to figure out why and how to deal with it.

forging

Hi, gang. Freddy Simmonds here. [ offering up an easy smile. ]

I've been adjusting OK, if anyone's been curious. [ eames has started to shape the idea of freddy as an alias little more solidly. freddy's an easy going sort of bloke who's a regular sort of joe who's main interests are his fantasy football league and a proper tie. ]

Well, save for one bit. Which is the reason as to why I'm posting. I was wondering if anyone had any work available? I used to do Data Collection, but I know a few tricks in business management if that suits anyone. So yeah. I'm not sure if I aught to attach a resume or how this works.

[ eames has decided that freddy is also a wee bit awkward so there goes. ]

Cheers.

[ shutting off the feed. ]

build

[ On pops the feed, showing one smiling and somewhat eager, Ariadne. And as always, she has been thinking (a lot) and has a few things she would like to talk about with everyone.

So… please enjoy? ]

I know that some of you are already aware of this fact – but, back home in Paris, I'm an Architect. [ a damn good one in her opinion, which, yes, only seems to cause a smug smile to start to tug at the corner of her mouth. ] And, well… given the apparent state of the Turtle as of late. I’m willing to have a look at any structural elements you might be concerned with.

[ a shrug of her shoulder and she is adding: ] There is nothing of major concern right now that I'm seeing. But… there have been a few things that have caught my attention. So just let me know if you would like to have me or even my friend from home look at anything for you.

[ a long beat and she is moving on to her next topic. ]

Also, Stephanie mentioned something to me, about a few of us trying to start a Foreigner ran Committee a while back. [ and this is where her expression turns a bit more eager (she really likes this idea, okay?) ] I really like this idea, and I'm hoping that we can maybe get the ball rolling on it?

After all, it might be a good way for us all to work together, and perhaps hopefully ensure that our voices are heard.

[ because lets face it, half of the "foreigners" aren't exactly use to living under a ruler and want to make sure their voices are heard. ]

I think that might be it for now. [ which only has her furrowing her brow in thought (gotta make sure after all) before she is sighing and smiling faintly. ] I know this whole ration thing is going to be interesting, but if you do need help with something, don't hesitate to ask.

lostundercover

Anyone have any suggestions for a job around here that might- might pay a little more than the average?

[He's clearly choosing his words carefully, trying to hint at a deeper meaning.]

( Private to: Evandau, Ariadne, Spencer Reid, Kyle Rayner, Dominick Cobb, and Eames )

squint

Looking for a chemist with the ability to reverse engineer a formula. --Mr Charles

[ Guess who's at his normal cafe in the earth sector? That's right, Cobb is sipping his tea quietly while he scours the network for someone that can manage to take the somnacin formula and give the team more. If they could work the PASIV... ]

tuskenlancer

[She'd waited, patiently, for them to respond to her messages. When that hadn't worked, she'd gone looking for them. And looked. And looked.

They're gone.

CT has a sinking feeling that she knows exactly where York, North, and Kara have gone - or at least the first two. Kara...well, she'd never been quite clear on where exactly home was to her.

The point is, though, that they're not here anymore, at least nowhere that she can find them. It's like they've disappeared without a trace, and while some part of her, at least, had been expecting exactly that to happen...she can't quite bring herself to give up. Not yet.

The post is simple, text with no audio, though she does post pictures of the three of them as well. This place is strange enough. Maybe it's just zombies or monsters again. Maybe they haven't up and left her here alone.]

MISSING

Agent North Dakota, 6'4", blond hair, purple armor, always calm and friendly, excellent sniper shot.

Agent New York, 6'1", brown hair, tan armor, enjoys breaking into things, cooking, and annoying people until they want to scream. Prominent facial scar over his left eye.

Kara Thrace, 5'6", blond hair, arm tattoos, enjoys alcohol, cigars and Agent New York.

Information leading to their discovery will be rewarded. Agent New York is exempt from said reward (you don't get a prize for turning yourself in, York).

Please respond as soon as possible with any leads.

[CT presses her lips together, staring over what she'd written, and posts it, angrily swallowing past the lump in her throat.

She hopes it's just zombies.]

Tu Shanshu

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