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[So here's a face who hasn't posted to the network in a bit, with slightly less of a flowerpocalypse than last time. Asbel does look pretty sheepish, though, and rubs at his cheek before clearing his throat.]

I was wondering, if anyone had any advice for starting up a shop here? I...I'd like to sell flowers, I think, since I still have...

...Well. There's a lot of them. But I'm not really sure how to get started, so any advice would be appreciated.

[He blinks, and remembers to add something else.] Oh, and if anyone has any spare pots or vases, I'd be happy to take them off your hands.

watcheslanterns

[You’re greeted by an extreme close-up of Rapunzel’s face as the communicator turns on. You’ll see the bright green of her eyes and the faint trail of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She gasps and pulls the device away from her face, giving you a better look of her from waist up. There are locks of golden hair cascading from the top of her head. It's impossible to tell from the video how long it actually is.]

Oh! It’s working. I think. I’m still not quite sure I understand it all.

Um, my name is Rapunzel. [She gives the camera a hesitant smile and waves.] They told me other people can see and hear me with this, but I'm not really sure I believe them. I've never heard of anything like it!

Then again, I’ve never heard of this place before either. [She shrugs as she laughs. It’s a hollow sort of laugh that isn’t doing a very good job of hiding her insecurity. She pauses and takes a breath.]

If people really can see this, I don’t suppose it would hurt to ask...has anyone seen a chameleon around? His name is Pascal. And a man who goes by Flynn Rider? I was traveling with them before I woke up here. I was hoping maybe they’re here too?

Well, that’s all, then. Oh! Um, thank you. For your help. Goodbye!

[And the feed abruptly cuts off.]

passively

[The face that appears on the screen tonight is young, no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and incredibly calm as the boy pauses to look into the camera, wondering if it's actually working. He smoothes the fabric of his shirt once before raising his hand to his chest and leaning forward in a small, polite bow.]

Good evening. It looks like I'll be spending a longer time in this world than I thought when I first woke up here, so tonight I would like to introduce myself as well as ask a question, to anybody who may be watching.

My name is Ricardo Russo, and I've been giving a housing in the "Woods" sector of the city according to the per-- kedan who brought me here. If we're neighbors, I hope that we may get along, and if it is not any trouble, that I could be given some advice on the dos and don'ts of living in Tu Vishan. I'm afraid it's my first time living on my own, so I'm not very sure how to go about it now that I've been thrown in this situation so suddenly.

[Here, Ricardo pauses, his definitely unworried expression changing to show a little bit of concern and he touches his chin in a thoughtful manner, then continues.]

Also, if anybody knows of a man who calls himself Christopher and has sharp teeth like a shark's, I would like to know of his whereabouts. He's a friend of mine. I'm sure, if he is here and knows how to view these posts, he'll come find me on his own, but he'd probably like it if he knew I was looking for him, too.

... That is all. Thank you, and I hope we can all get along without trouble.

definingfuture

Well, that was fun.

[Tony's actually in high spirits, although those who know him will notice that his smile has a slight edge to it. He sounds more pointed than he has before too, but that could just be enthusiasm. Someone with a really good read on Tony Stark will recognize it as something more pensive.]

So the lesson here is to remember the rules our mommies taught us and never say bad words. Good to know. While I'm on rules, I want to say hi to the newer kids. Hi. Remember your off-world emergency procedures and don't touch anything that looks like trouble. Good? Okay.

I'm sure most of you knew this was coming. If you didn't, I'm disappointed in you. We've got some business to discuss and I'm calling this a high priority. Sorry, but you'll have to cancel your dates. I'll make it up to you later.

Avengers, assemble.

[Those who recognize the call don't really need emphasis. He looks expectantly through the video feed and assumes they get the message. Otherwise, the less commotion that is made, the better off they are as a whole. Or, you know, everyone else can pipe in at any time. He's not even feigning a lock on his message at the moment. Public announcements are a competitive sport now.]

Metal Sector.

[That's all as he cuts out. He assumes that they'll figure out how to find him.]

heartofgraces

[The video feed turns on to flowers. Flowers in boquets. Flowers in vases. some flowers clearly set aside for other purposes. Flowers on tribbles. Flower crowns and leis on a swizard who looks way too pleased with herself. Asbel's suite is full of them, or at least the view from his console, and he looks...well, significantly less frazzled than he had in getting them home, but that's not saying much.]

...So I don't suppose, in the middle of all this, anyone needs some flowers? Flower crowns, boquets, home decoration...anything like that.

[He coughs, faintly, before moving on.]

Actually, on that note, does anyone have any suggestions for what to do with these...? I have way more than I need for seeds or flower tea.

[He pauses and watches a tribble just sit amongst the flowers and coo, and sighs heavily before ending the video.]

oathwalk

As the collection and sharing of information seems to become an increasing problem the more newcomers are brought in and old residents are lost, I have attempted to collect what data is available on the network and record it in audio so that it can be understood by all. A link is attached to this post.

[Look! A link. Enjoy information about the Malicant, Asti, the Mainland, and more!]

The information is sparse enough, and I'm afraid that I am not accustomed to this kind of information gathering. If there is data that I have overlooked, I would welcome it.

[Richard wears the mask of measured calm and confidence that he is accustomed to sporting for all official matters, so he does not let himself look tired, but he is. He is so very is. He has searched through as much information archived on the network as he could, and he now understands why his advisors seem kind of irritable sometimes. New appreciation for the clerical staff in his administration right here.]

The intention of this collection of data is, first, to have it given to newcomers on arrival, and second, to have a central location to which we can add new information and updated reports. The hope is to keep us all better informed and make it easier to establish what information needs to be gathered from what is already known. While we can give his file as asked for by new arrivals, any suggestions from those technically inclined on how to make the data more easy to access and update is welcomed. Commander Evandau has also expressed a willingness to give this information to new Foreigners on arrival, should the Emperor give consent. [If only to spare Evandau and Eshai getting the same questions over and over at audiences, but hey: it will solve problems of distribution if they can do that.]

dracobin

[The post is the first word from anyone in Team 7 since a few days before the 13th, and unusual for Temeraire in more than a few ways: the feed is audio only, for one, and when he speaks, for another, his voice is hesitant, slow, and clearly shaken.]

This is--

This is hardly the best time to say this, in light of all our recent difficulties, with these creatures, and I do not know where to begin--I must beg your pardon, but--

--it came for us.

[He falls silent. An astute listener might notice significantly less trilling coming from the feed than most broadcasts on the network: he has been taking out his frustration on the tribbles, and his apartment is, for the moment, mostly tribble-free. Well, mostly free of living tribbles. Pity, really, since it sounds like he might have needed the calming effect.

He takes a deep breath, and tries again.]

We were in the palace--there were interrogations to be conducted, on behalf of Evandau--and it came for us. It took us--

[Silence again. Clearly he is choosing all the wrong places to begin, and it is some time before he resumes with:] Annabeth spoke of a realm of Death, in her last post, and what I saw, for a moment, was very like her description. In any case--there is no question that is its country; that it may do whatever it likes to whomever is unfortunate enough to enter it; and that what occurs in that realm, however fleeting the event, feels as real and vivid as if it had occurred in this reality.

I know that we must fight it regardless, but I fear I cannot imagine how.

[And this time there is only a moment of silence before he lets out a quavering breath, and cuts the feed. Any responses to the post come several hours later.]

[Private to Team 7, standard encryption, French text:]
Pray respond at once; I must know if you have come to harm.

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 ))

epigrammatical

[AUDIO, public. The morning after the event ends and Tu Vishan starts moving again.]

I am not alone, I gather, in detecting a change in the air here. It is rather like waking on the very first day of the Season, with all the possibility that lies ahead—or waking the morning after the last day, with the happy knowledge that one need not be at home to anyone that day. We have, I suppose, escaped the fate of Des Esseintes's tortoise.

[AUDIO, private to Dorian Gray.]

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imaginate

[ The audio clicks on and there's a long pause. When Kyle speaks, his tone is calm, perfectly controlled. It's his Business Voice, blank save for the barest hint of anger. ]

This is Kyle Rayner of the Green Lantern Corps. I apologise for the inconvenience, but our clinic at EA-3B is currently undergoing repairs and won't be able to take more patients at this time. We'll be temporarily operating a backup at WA-1A. [ He attaches a map, showing where it is. ]

Any and all hands with medical experience or healing abilities are always welcome.

[ Another long pause. ]

And if someone could come collect Avatar Korra, that would be appreciated.

[ There is a brief pause, as though he's debating what more to say, before the audio clicks off. ]

neverginger

[A device clicks on, and a face appears on the network: a thin one with a large nose and brown messy hair. And glasses. Needs the glasses to see, you know. He grins, all teeth.]

Alright, then, this is neat, isn't it!

[He's not really saying that to anyone in particular. Don't worry, happens all the time. You'll know if he's speaking to you directly. Most likely.]

Never seen this before. Well, seen things like it, but nothing's ever quite the same in two places, yeah? Bit rubbish that everything in here's made of wood, makes my screwdriver a bit obsolete, but still...

[He laughs, and steps back from the device, standing with his hands on his hips. He's in his suite in the Wood Sector. Pretty nice place, if you ignore the lack of sonic-ing abilities.]

Right. So. I'm the Doctor, just the Doctor, thank you, and I suppose I was brought here, same as all of you. Now who's got something interesting to tell me about their time here?

[A pause, and time to ruminate over a question that's been in his mind since he got here.]

And does anyone know what this planet's base is? Doesn't seem like most other ones. A bit harder, strange in places. What's it made from?

dracobin

[For those who have seen Temeraire before, the dragon is noticeably more tired-looking than usual, and very nearly pale underneath his dull black scales. Though he is seated comfortably in front of the console, he seems nevertheless agitated: his whiskers are twitching slightly, and his breathing is strangely rapid.]

I was out to the shell's edge very early this morning, since my usual stock of fish had run out, and I could not help but notice how difficult it was to fly, and how much more difficult it became, the higher I went. It reminded me very much of Atamischar: the pressure in the air felt very similar there, and it took me much longer to stay aloft than it has previously.

But that is nothing new; a great many of you have been feeling weak, of late. I will cut to the chase, since there does not seem to be any way around it: the barrier around the turtle is shrinking. I do not think I could venture more than a hundred metres out before I was forced to turn back, with precious little to show for my troubles. It seems to me this must, too, be related to Asti's illness, but as for a cure--I am sorry to admit I have none.

[He pauses, a little awkwardly, clearly unused to asking for this sort of favour.] In the meantime, with my usual supply of food curtailed for the foreseeable future, I should like to offer my services. I have recently completed my lessons with Lieuen, and am fluent in the most common dialect of the kedan language, though I am sure I might puzzle out any closely related dialects, given time; if you have any material you should like translated, with the utmost discretion, pray let me know. Failing in that, I have retained at least a little of my strength, and would be happy to assist anyone where I may.

[Another pause, and he switches off the feed.]

definingfuture

[Tony starts out by fidgeting in front of the console. He's apparently trying to make his shirt settle correctly, but it's a bit too small. Right. Important business.]

Someone remind me that tailored clothing is not always the way to go.

Okay, I think we need to forget powers. Let's wipe that word out for now. Let's talk about energy for a minute. These things seem to be working just fine, by the way. No interference as far as I can tell. Anyone having trouble with theirs? Anyway, just something worth noting.

Here's something interesting: Whatever is going on seems to be interfering with a broad spectrum of energy sources. Different kinds of energy which normally shouldn't have anything to do with each other. Unless we're all hooked up to the same juice, which raises a whole different set of questions.

So maybe it's a bug in the universe. Maybe we've hit some interference. This is all speculation, of course, but if that is what we've got, then it's pretty sophisticated interference. It knows how to reroute power.

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.

loveandloyalty

[The person who sits in front of the console is tall, handsome, dark-haired and with a neatly trimmed beard. He's wearing a smile, and a rather old-fashioned style linen shirt - at the corner of the screen a bit of a pile of shimmering green plate armor is visible in the lovely Fire Sector suite, and he has a piece in front of him, beautifully wrought with a pair of stag's antlers worked into the golden metal. The blood has been washed off it, but there is a thin, clean cut through it, and if you really look, the man's hands are trembling, just a little.]

What a fascinating method of communication. Certainly quicker than ravens, if what I have been told is true. I- Well, I seem to have been- ah, separated, from the Lord Commander of my Rainbow Guard. I am certain he is just protecting my wife, Queen Margaery, but- I must speak with him immediately. [The words come with an easy smile and an air of confidence, but deep beneath it there's a sort of tremor of urgency - he needs to see Loras, he doesn't know what's happened, beyond what these kedan have told him, and he isn't sure he can believe it yet. And of course they know nothing of what happened at home, how the battle with Stannis went, who is alive or dead, which makes him worry - those are his men, his army, and he wasn't there-]

I would also appreciate recommendations for a skilled blacksmith who can perhaps repair my armor, this... cut in my gorget is quite unsightly. I would hate to go about looking like a hedge knight. [His statement is accompanied with a little laugh, but actually he can hardly look at it without feeling sick to his stomach, remembering- no, he doesn't want to think about it.] I assure you, I pay handsomely. Or... will, when I have access to my funds again.

[There's a noticeable pause as his hand hovers by the button to turn the video off, and he looks a little more unsure before he finally asks,] Also, I- How do you get blood stains out of wool?

heartofgraces

[Maybe it's Aisha's post that got to him. Maybe it's the clear signs everyone's on edge. But Asbel's looking pretty serious when he turns on the video.]

If anyone needs or wants it, I can teach swordsmanship. I understand if you don't want to get involved.

[He pauses, as if considering saying something else, before discarding the thought.]

If you do want them, I'll be in Wood sector.

emasculates

[Her tone is blunt, sharp, faintly accented. No preamble.]

We are here to fight a war. How many of you are remotely prepared?

[She's guessing like three. But then again, she has high standards for preparedness.]

wintershepherd

[ It's later in the evening (what passes for his morning, after sleeping through the heat of the day) and this is coming from a public cafe console tagged with Jack's ID (he doesn't know how to make it anonymous anyway). He fidgets with the speaker for a moment causing a smidge of feedback before seeming to reach a decision and soldiering forward with his question. ]

Hey I... know everyone's busy with, uh, getting things back together after last week but-- does anyone know a good way to tell dreams from memories if you... don't remember whether it happened or not?

selfsacrificing

[ It's a little too late to adhere to that whole non-interference clause of the Prime Directive, being the subject of an alien-napping and all, so here is Spock in all his pointy-eared glory. Looking as straight-faced as possible. Unlike Kirk, he didn't part from their meeting and then drink himself under a table, he stayed up all night watching network conversations and Sciencing. It would be illogical to... wallow, and he refuses to acknowledge that he even has the urge. ] ... Fascinating.

[ For such ancient technology, this thing appears remarkably serviceable. ] Greetings. I am Commander Spock, of the United Federation of Planets. If I understand correctly, then you are my fellow... detainees. [ There, that's politic enough. ] I would like to request information on what is being done with the crashed satellite debris. In return, I may be of some assistance in constructing something useful from it, as I am familiar with this level of technology.

In addition, any information on the turtle itself would be appreciated; the scans I have taken of the creature only tell me so much, and the indigenous people seem... disinclined to reply to my queries.

[ Aaaand he'll just give a sharp nod and the Vulcan Salute on his way out. ]

wallcrawler

[Well, despite looking incredibly worse for wear, at least it's obvious Peter Parker didn't get himself killed during the latest...everything, despite having largely disappeared since the satellite dropped. He's got a few cuts and bruises, and his clothes are looking pretty trashed ~~dropping burning space debris on your house will do that~~, but beyond that, he's looking pretty alright. Well, save for the fact his hands are completely bandaged. Technically the bandages go all the way up to just short of his elbows, but the long sleeve shirt he wears as an undershirt is doing a good job of hiding that fact.]

So...that wasn't the greatest week of my life.

[To put it mildly. House destroyed, most of his possessions gone, didn't find much in the way of good salvage, overworked himself during the rescues, and to top it all off he learned about the "do not touch" rule with the specters the hard way. And briefly got himself possessed in the process.]

I don't suppose anyone's got a couch I could use, do they? My place is sort of...everywhere, right now. So I sort of need a place to stay for a little while. Just until my old suite has more than two walls again, anyway.

[Yeah, he's still not used to asking for help.]

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