tushanshu | Entries tagged with † arthur curry

[Bianca's at one of the consoles in the hospital's ground floor again; this time, it's much easier to tell it's a hospital thanks to the construction and refurnishing being completely finished.]

Hi everyone, I know we've had some more arrivals [A slightly wry smile, because there's nothing new about that], so let me introduce myself first. I'm Bianca Reyes, I help run Eshai Memorial Hospital here, if you ever get sick or injured, just so you know. [There's a location ping attached, showing where it is in Metal.]

Before I get to my main announcement, I want to give everyone a warning. One of the teenagers here isn't as innocent as we've been led to believe. He's also at least one of the ones going around on the network anonymously making incendiary comments.

[There's a link to Bakura's last network post.]

He has no problem with problems with make death threats, made a horror movie style monster appear and then disappear, and he tried to make me forget my encounter with him. Just in case anyone's seen anything like that or has gaps in their memories.

[He had a warning, and plenty of time. She's not just going to allow someone like that to wander around with no problem.]

Moving on from that, now that the hospital is finally set up, [Instead of being half finished] I'd like to announce that we'll be having a blood drive open to the whole population here in Keeliai. It'll be in four days, to give everyone who wants to take part a chance to make sure they can donate. We've spread some flyers to some of the larger markets and grocers about what foods are good to eat before you donate. If you aren't sure, just drink plenty of water and eat dark green leafy vegetables. Seaweed's a good source of iron.

If you aren't sure about donating blood, or you're afraid of needles, think about it as doing something to help yourself and others in the future. There aren't enough of us here that emergency transfusions are easily possible, especially if you're not human. [Looking at you, Arthur.]

There'll be snacks for everyone donating, but we can turn it into a potluck. Make it a small party.

Don't be afraid of asking any questions you might have.

[OOC: Blood drive log here!]

imaginate

[ Curtly: ]

Morning. Kyle Rayner; Green Lantern Corps. I’ve been here fifteen months. For those of you new here, hi.

[ He inhales, bites his lip, glad it’s an audio feed, before continuing evenly: ]

So, the stuff they feed us about there being three planes isn’t BS. [ a faintly amused noise ] We’re on the Life plane. The others are Death, and Dreaming, and they’re accessible with the right gateway. Our enemy is said to live in the Death plane and control the environment there. We can’t recreate the original portals we found when the turtle stopped at Sinbrilee, but even so I wouldn’t really recommend sightseeing [ unless someone’s highly inclined towards raising hell, but Kyle doesn’t mention that, not even as a joke. ]. The Dreaming plane seems pretty harmless so far. We’ve done some exploring, here’s what we’ve got:

1. Any injuries you sustain there won’t heal automatically when you come back. We don’t know about dying but if you can get hurt there, you can die there too.
2. It changes depending on your subconscious. If someone else is in there with you, they can affect your environment if they try hard enough. I’d advise building some mental defences: meditation, et cetera… especially if you’re from a world that doesn’t have telepaths. If you need a hand with this, call me.
3. Eating and drinking works normally.
4. Powers - any kind - don’t work reliably and sometimes don’t work at all. Neither does technology.
5. You can enter and leave using different gateways no problem, doesn’t matter how far apart they are, but if you’ve only got the one, I’d say use it to get out. There’s plenty more gateways than the ones we got for research, but we don’t know where they are, and for all you know you could end up at one on the ocean floor.
6. The runes for all gateways have to be exact. Scraping one, even barely, shuts it down.
7. Don’t fall asleep there. You get stuck in your own nightmares - or somebody else’s - and it’s a pain in the ass to get out.
8. If something lives there, it’s pretty good at hiding.
9. Time’s much slower. A few days there could mean a few minutes here.

[ Beat. ]

If anybody else has got research they’d like to share, we’d appreciate hearing it.

[ click. ]

[100% encrypted | PRIVATE TO: ARTHUR CURRY, AYA, BILLY COSTIGAN, BUCKY BARNES (MCU), CLARK KENT, CONNOR HAWKE, DAMIAN WAYNE, DICK GRAYSON, GAIUS SEPTIMUS, JAIME REYES, & SHARON CARTER.]

I’m coming by with the full report. I’d appreciate your thoughts on it; let’s try to keep this stuff off-network. Our enemy has the advantage. - GL 2814.4

[ The message is hand-delivered. Included are Kyle’s sketches from Mark’s description regarding the previous batch of heroes present in Keeliai: a rough drawing of the being Tele, a tree-like creature, gesticulating, captioned as “tree people??”. There’s sketch of a woman with harsh features, one leg, and a cane. Several maps, too, showing campaigns; one describing an assault on the Death plane, and a final description at the end regarding the explosions destroying the city. ]

[ After a while, he also sends a copy to movie!Hal Jordan, but puts it in a sealed envelope and leaves before the man opens the door. ]

definingfuture

Well someone here has completely dropped the ball. I know there are at least a few people around who are rich and Earth-savvy enough to get everyone presents for the month. Maybe celebrate the break from so much cold or the coming of good fortune or something like that. We could use a celebration right about now.

At the very least, I'll try to do my part. [Tony gives the network a winning smile and holds up a small, strange-looking flower playfully. It almost makes the next part sound more like a joke than any real offer.] I've got a few too many of these, so if anyone would like to take them off my hands, I'll be happy to give you a discount.

And if you're available, Miss Frost, I'd love to spend some quality time with you. If your schedule will allow it, of course.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm personally missing my chocolate.

[He even winks at the feed before disconnecting.]

( Private messages locked to Annabeth Chase, Arthur Curry, Shockwave, and Kyle Rayner )

queenoftheseas

[Mera is sitting at the console in her suite in the Water district, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. She looks as though she isn't quite sure what to say or how to say it, which is really rare for her]

I don't quite understand it but...I think I was sent back home and then returned here. I wasn't aware that kind of thing could happen but apparently it can. It's strange. There doesn't even feel like there's a gap in my memory. I'm not even quite sure how long I was..."gone". Although, would it even be considered "returning home"? I'm not sure how you would phrase what it is.

[She waves the thought off and changes her focus to something a little more important] That's not the point. If I worried anyone I previously spoke to, I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention. Have I missed much? [She pauses again, looking conflicted and then manages a small smile. The public video shuts off then and switches over to a private one intended for just Arthur and Kaldur. She's not 100% sure they're both still here but if they are...well, they'll see this]

( Private video to Arthur and Kaldur )

mythically

( diana is seated at one of the consoles in a café when the video feed begins. it seems she’s already gone a bit native—there’s a kedan-style cloak draped around her shoulders, apparently all she needs to keep warm. still, the glint of gold from her armor is perfectly visible, as is the tiara set amongst her dark curls. she’s making no pretense of who she is, should anyone be able to recognize her.

she lifts a hand in simple greeting, smiling. she’s perfectly calm, though anyone who knows her well can probably sense just a bit of tension in the set of her shoulders, the way her eyes are focused. )

There’s many of you here that I know. And many more that I do not.

My name is Diana, and while I’m newly arrived I believe I’ve gotten most of the basics of the situation. It seems you’ve all been busy, recently.

( there’s nothing mocking about her words, and her smile is genuine and honest. she pauses, for a moment, as though to give her audience a breather. then, she continues— )

I’m sure there’s a lot to be done, and I’m willing to offer my assistance to anyone who should need it. But first, I would like to be better acquainted with all of you. If we’ve met before, I’m sure you’ll come and say hello. And if we haven’t, it’s never too soon for introductions.

( both before and after this broadcast and subsequent conversations, diana will be flying over the same café. in effect, she’s using herself as a beacon. feel free to run into her in person if you’d prefer. )

snedronningen

[Fire sector may notice a slight dip in temperature within the past few hours. Whoops.

A war? Elsa had no intention of fighting a war. Not after what she had just been through. And she can’t help but feel as if she’s being used as some weapon, some ultimate means to an end, and while her ‘hosts’ had been kind enough to explain everything to her it didn’t ease her feelings of discomfort at all.

She had spent most of her first day getting used to her surroundings, trying to get accustomed to the computer interface(~~A few keys had gotten stuck to her icy fingers, but she managed with some warm water~~), searching through messages. Always adapt, that was a part of being a queen wasn’t it?

There’s a small sigh of relief when she doesn’t see her sister or anyone else she cared about among the messages posted up. There was Prince Hans, but she had tried to deal with that accordingly.

Still, she’s in a foreign place all by herself. It’s time to do the queenly thing—right?

Video flips on and she shows a bit of surprise before relaxing and speaking.]

Hello, I’m Queen Elsa of Arendelle. [She had thought about hiding her title or where she was from, but Hans had decided to announce himself to the network, it’d be far too difficult to try and cover up her own identity. She won't be mentioning the ice powers quite yet, though. Call it a force of habit.] I’m new here and could use some guidance, particularly when it comes to finding a job.

[~~How does I shot job hunt?~~ Now she’ll warm up with a smile. It’s genuine, not forced, though may a touch of tiredness will hit it.]

Also, there are so many people here from places and times I’ve never heard of, I would love to hear more about every one of you.

[That’s… not even lip service. She’d been so confined to one place in her life, that now she was curious beyond reason, wanting to hear more about everything. And once she got home, because she would get home, she could tell Anna about it.]

I hope to hear from some of you very soon. Good day.

[And after a graceful curtsy, the feed cuts off.]

(ooc| If you want to tag, but don't want spoilers mentioned around your character, please feel free to drop me a line here!)

andaway

[Clark has hardly used the network to make posts as Clark lately, not since he got the radio started... but it wasn't really that he was avoiding it, not really. Investigating about the murders, then the disappearances had simply taken most of his free time, and he hadn't had much to say.

When he turns on the feed he's playing around with what looks like a calligraphy brush between his fingers, tapping the shaft against a very basic notebook.]

The new arrivals made me think of something. [And judging by the notebook, he's trying to make sense of it by himself. Those who actually know him know how fast his brain actually is... but he's always had the Kryptonian technology to back him down, and now he finds it missing.]

We're assigned living space when we get here, right? And we don't really choose it, we're simply given directions to it when we arrive. And we know there are 5 districts, and different kind of suites on each. Some of them are obvious [Hi, Arthur, of course you live in Water] but others aren't. I live in Water, while my wife was given a suite in the Earth sector.

[She didn't spend a single day there but that's beyond the point. You might actually see her on the background, she likes doing that.] And I thought maybe there could be some kind of pattern, something in the way the Kedan organize us in each district and place. It might not be relevant at all but I'd like to give it a try.

So I guess, what I'm asking is: where do you live? Have you noticed something similar between you and your neighbors? I don't know- age? Gender? Abilities? Hobbies? [A shrug] I don't really know what could be relevant. Also, feel free to answer anonymously if you'd rather- or in my inbox, to keep it private? Whichever way you feel comfortable.

And with that done... something completely different. If I'm right, Thanksgiving should be just around the corner... [The sheepish grin of someone who's completely aware that he's indulging himself] So, what are your favorite Thanksgiving day recipes?

[Later: Supercrypted to JLA MEMBERS - From Jor-El's console]

Yes, we are doing something for thanksgiving, in case you were wondering. My question is: where? And how many of you will have to be dragged there?

relentlesstide

[Encrypted Audio to anyone who might have known Mera or anyone on fairly good terms with Arthur, 60%]
[Arthur just sounds... tired. Resigned. He doesn't mince words trying to break the news gently, because he's the one who cares the most anyway.] Mera, my wife, has disappeared from Keeliai.

[Encrypted Audio to Kal-El/Superman, 80%]
I need to talk to you.

[Encrypted Text to Kaldur'ahm, Written Atlantean, Hackable]
[Feel free to have your character hack his text, but if they do, all they'll come up with is a bunch of odd symbols and glyphs arranged into what are possibly words. Atlantean is a fairly difficult language to parse through.]

Mera is... gone. There was no trace of her this morning, and I can't find her mental signature. Please come by when you get a chance, Kaldur, we need to talk about something important.

[ooc: He's being an antisocial douchebag, but anybody who knows him is absolutely welcome to just come by his place in the Water Sector. The first audio post I'm leaving pretty open-ended on purpose, feel free to just assume your character was included if they know him or Mera, or know OF them. Also feel free to hack it, it's all good.]

relentlesstide

[Ah, an occasion of dire ocean-related importance, usually the only time he bothers to post a message on these things himself. He's looking pretty pissed because what the hell are you idiots doing, but there's also... quite a bit of concern in there. Anyone who's met him can guess why easily enough, though there's no sign of the egg in the suite he's posting from.]

I think we can take that little message as a direct threat to the viable turtle eggs being discovered in the city. How many have been found so far and who's found them? We should make sure they're all accounted for and taken care of so that we can try to ensure their survival. [If there's one thing Arthur can't stand the thought of, it's these infant turtles, a new hope for this world, dying before they can even hatch. There are no immediate answers on how to protect them, but he's fairly sure that Malicant would be able to find them even without a list, so he feels it puts the foreigners at a disadvantage not to communicate.]

To "those that invited it here"? I hope you're pleased with yourselves. [Because everyone else certainly isn't, no doubt.]

spiderkid

[The video opens on Victoria’s water sector suite. Miles and Victoria are in front of the camera, the latter of whom seems to have been put there somewhat against her will.]

Hey guys, Miles and Victoria here. We decided to do this broadcast ‘cause we’re both looking for jobs! Isn’t that right, Vic?

[Victoria’s eyes shift to look at Miles before her head turns and she’s silent for long enough to make it awkward before she speaks a single, slightly monotone word.]

Yes.

[She looks at the camera again and still looks like she wants to inch away from it but she decides to speak again.] I need to buy food.

[Victoria, you really shouldn’t put it that way. People will think you’re starving. She looks at Miles again, a clear ‘now what?’ look on her face.]

...Right. We both need to be able to buy stuff like food. Now, neither of us have much work experience, but I’m pretty good at math, and can be, like a delivery boy or something. Victoria, what are some of your skills?

[He looks at her somewhat expectantly, knowing she doesn’t like it, but also knowing it’s necessary.]

I can sweep. And do dishes.

[And draw but she’s not entirely sure that’s relevant.] Does...does that count?

That totally counts. I bet somebody will want to hire you to help keep their shop clean or something. [He looks at the camera now,] Right, everybody? Victoria would totally make a great maid.

So that’s it. We both need a job, and anybody who can help us out, please let us know! Thanks! [In a stage whisper, he adds,] Say thanks, Victoria.

[Victoria gives Miles another look, sighing slightly before ducking offscreen. It almost seems like she’s not going to say anything at all, but then she pops back into view again and says a hasty and slightly mumbled thanks before disappearing again.

That’s close enough. And good enough for Miles, as he waves and ends the feed.]

[ooc: Miles = Red and Victoria = Blue]

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.]

bludhavenknight

[When Dick shows up on the feed, he's smiling, but his eyes look a little haunted. He just looks tired, really, but his smile doesn't dim even for a second.]

I've been to a lot of places before, but being on the back of a giant turtle? This one has to take the cake. [He laughs. He's been on different planets, places on Earth no one would ever believe, and now this.]

And I didn't have to make any travel plans. No waiting at the airport and having to go through security, no five hour ride because you got stuck in your car during rush hour, and it's all free.

[He runs a hand through his hair.] And the accommodations are great, I think the bed here is better then mine back home. Not as much noise as in Gotham, but that's...

[He trails off for a second before giving another laugh.] Shoot, where are my manners? I'm Dick, it's great to meet all of you. I can't wait to do it in person, though, these things are fine, but it's got nothing on actually shaking someone's hand!

[And then a tribble appears and Dick picks it up.]

Huh? What's this, some kind of housewarming gift?

lookedtothestars

[OOC: For the purpose of clarity, Jor-El’s speech and his actions are in red, and Kal-El and his actions are in blue. Additionally, all of the Kryptonians are currently being especially affected by the increasingly prolific tribbles and the effects they usually have on the nervous system. ]

[Standing in front of the camera, side by side, are two Kryptonians. They’re surrounded by tribbles in an Earth Sector suite. Those who know Kal-El know he always tries to have a smile on his face, but there's obviously something different about it now.

Maybe it's the way he can't help the little chuckles, as if he was doing something terribly amusing.]

Alright so, my father here- [A chuckle because guys he has a father] Asked me about my job, about what I do. And I thought it was a good idea to explain it to y'all, to explain what the Justice League does.

So let's start!

[Jor-El, in comparison to Kal-El, seems to be normal. Visibly smiling, and paying attention to his son. No chuckling going on here. Of course, it’s not normal at all if you compare his appearance here to the responses he was giving after his initial request on the network.

Something’s going on here.]

Yes, let’s.

The justice league is what we called our society, a group of heroes that got together to protect Earth from things we cannot fight on our own. We're like super friends! And there's a lot of us.

Alright so first, there is me. [Cue a tribble wearing a cape.] I'm Superman, or Kal-El. I am strong, fast-

-Wait. [Jor-El is looking at the tribble, and then Kal-El.] It cannot represent you.

Why not? It has a cape!

You’re not a tribble. You are also right here. There’s no need for one to represent you. [He sounds completely serious.]

Well... okay. [And off goes the tribble through the window.] I am Kal-El. I save people, and I like to fly. Next is Batman! [This tribble has a mask attached at random, they couldn't find the eyes.] He is also not a tribble.

What’s a bat? [This is a perfectly reasonable question.]

It's a terran mammal! And they fly. But Batman doesn't fly, he just punches bad guys.

Do bats attack people? [Why would people keep around an animal like that.]

No. Not... Usually? Dunno, he's a weird guy. Let's move on... to Aquaman! [This tribble is inside some kind of fish tank, oh dear.] He is a king. He controls seas and oceans. And he talks to fish!

[Going from the lack of surprise, Jor-El was probably complicit in the acquisition of the aquarium. He seems to be reconsidering it, however.] Kal-El, don’t these need to breathe?

Arthur doesn't need to breathe underwater, don't be silly, Father. Next is Green Lantern! [In case you didn't guess, there’s a group of four tribbles painted green.] There are a lot of them and they fly in SPACE. [Pshooow tribble out the window again, Kal-El ignores it.] They are like the space cops.

Are they also based on Earth?

They are based on the rainbow, they have all the colors. But I like the green ones the most. [Apparently he shows his love by throwing another 'green' tribble out.

This non-answer gets a nod from Jor-El.]

Next...oooh Wooonder Woman! She is also very strong and...

[As Kal keeps on talking, a tribble falls in front of the screen. And then another, and another- and you know how it goes. When the feed ends, Kal didn't seem to have noticed or care and kept on talking.]

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 ))

mopirates_moproblems

Some time ago, I posited the idea of building a ship. While it was met with derision by some -- [You know who you are.] -- recent events have convinced me that there is no other reasonable course of action.

We are entering a time of ease now, and I feel very strongly that we must act before the next catastrophe arises. While we have the opportunity and the materials, we can construct a proper ship. This will give us the freedom to explore beyond the turtle's shell, and give us a means of escape, should it sicken again.

I believe there is enough wood from the homes destroyed when the satellite fell to salvage and build a modest ship. It will not hold all of us, but it is a fine start. With more mobility, I believe we can find the materials we need to make a proper go of it.

For those who question my qualifications, I am an Admiral of his Majesty's navy, formerly in the employ of the East India Trading Company. I have more than the proper qualifications to oversee the construction and voyages of such a vessel.

langsyne

[For someone who's just found himself the winner of a cheap turtle cruise, Scott looks pretty calm sitting in his suite with his chin propped on the palm of his hand. He's skimmed the console posts and wheedled tiny bits of information from the kedan. He knows something is up with the turtle. ]

God only knows I deserve a vacation on a tropical turtle paradise right about now, but usually when I take my days off I like them sunny, not sickly. [Here he straightens, features losing some of their humor.] I know I'm the new guy around here, but if there's anything I can do to help, let me know.

[Admittedly, this might not be his best move considering he still has no idea why or by whom he was brought here, but no one's killed him (yet) so Scott's taking that as a good sign.]

Oh, and.

[The levity's back in his voice now but it's harder, more forced, and anyone paying attention can hear the undercurrent of worry slowly rising to the surface. He's already asked Tea but she'd only been one person and this turtle place is massive. Can't hurt to ask around more.]

If anyone's seen a group of nine kids - including two fish kids and a head in a jar - I'd also like to know, thanks. You can't miss 'em. Really.

funkindofwicked

[She cuts on the video because she can. She has nothing to hide and is too pissed off to care. Still, the smile on her face is somewhat sweet, if you miss the part where she’s trying to not grind her teeth.]

Well, well. I do declare that this has to be the strangest place I’ve ever been shipped off to. You know…if I was used to getting transported to other dimensions. But a giant turtle. Can’t say you weren’t going for originality.

[The smile is starting to crack even more along the edges, showing just how annoyed she is with all of this. She woke up with no powers, no crashed Watchtower for her to dance over, and is just generally not in the best of moods.] Now we’re here for something and the blue man crew who gave me the little tour weren’t all that chatty. How helpful of them.

[Does she look innocent? Not really, but who wouldn’t be just a teensy bit annoyed at getting dragged to another world when they’re in the middle of something? How rude of...whoever the hell did this.] Tell me who I have to punch to get this over with so I can leave what is obviously the worst case of bad turtle hygiene ever. Otherwise, I might just have to pick whoever has the most punchable face and go down the line until I get somewhere. That's wasting time I don't have, because I'm on a schedule.

[The fact she can't access her powers and shouldn't be making such claims is a point she considered and then ignored in favor of threatening people.]

angermanaging

Preliminary results into investigation of energy transfer at nuclear level encouraging. Possible to return finite amount of energy to Tu Vishan. Ultimate effects unknown. Worth the attempt.

Looking for volunteers to aid in research. Esp. magical. Scientific, investigative, also welcome. May need runners later to deliver devices to key locations if successful.

Kara. Willing to be a guinea pig?

B. Banner

[ooc: Please READ THIS FIRST before responding!]

raptorcanaria

Oh, no wait. Wrong setting.

[When the video comes on she waits for a second with an expectant expression, only to realize that she's waiting for a familiar green face and that's not going to appear here. So she pushes her bangs back out of her eyes for what might be the hundredth time today, and breaks out a grin. She might not feel on top form right now, but she's a professional and she can handle it.]

Hey, guys and girls, Black Canary's here. If that means anything to you, check in and let me know you're here, okay?

Or at least tell me there's good dim sum on this turtle, because I am starved.

[There's another pause as she turns her attention back to the console and finds the appropriate control to end the video for replies. She knew she should have paid closer attention during the demonstration.]

excessivehubris

[Well, this time around at least the technology was familiar. Time had been spent adjusting to the idea that he had been drawn back to this world after what seemed like having just left, though from what he'd learned from the kedan it had been quite a few months since he'd last been aboard the turtle's back.

He had found it easier to speak with the kedan this time, discussing the various events, such as the turtle's dive and the unruly actions of some of the residents that had resulted in punishments and imprisonment. Charles hinted at the palace, trying to discover if there had been any headway made with the Emperor and also seeing if he could get any sense of whether or not the book he'd found had been taken back to the palace.

From what he could gather, it did not sound as if there had been any sort of scandal surrounding the discovery of palace property in a visitor owned business, so Charles had hope. Hope that he needed to put into action, to see if he could secure that book before either it fell into the wrong hands or he was shut off from it.

Triggering on the device, he gave the camera a warm smile before reaching up to sheepishly rub at the nape of his neck.]

Good afternoon,

I suspect my face will be familiar to some of you as this is, quite interestingly, not my first trip to Tu Vishan. To those I have not had the pleasure of meeting before, my name is Professor Charles Xavier and I was a citizen of the city for a few months back ... well back a few months ago. I had left but it appears that perhaps my time here was not complete, as I find myself returned.

[And given what the natives told new arrivals about the city and the turtle, about the nature of dreams and the place between life and death, Charles was more than a little curious about being brought back. However, that curiosity was going to have to wait for now.]

Mr. Wayne? I was wondering if you were still about and if so, this is quite forward of me I suppose but if so, could I petition to have my job back? If you haven't had cause to change the layout of my original lab and office, they would be perfectly acceptable accommodation as would my original salary.

[The last was tacked on in a bit of a rush, not anything too untoward, unless you knew Charles well, in which case it might have sounded a bit ... odd.]

Tu Shanshu

video; hospital

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For your kindness I'm in debt to you

004 ♒ Audio & Text [Atlantean], Encrypted

003 ♒ Video;

03 - Video

Video | EA-2TRIBBLES

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Joint Post: The House of El Presents the Justice Tribbles

Video ★ Trouble with Tribbles, pt. 2

Voice;

video.

001 ◈ [Video]

03 ☣ TEXT;

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