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[Stiles has been noticeably quiet since the events in Bottle Land. No network posts, no snarky comments. No usual spastic self. He's been holed up and licking his mental wounds.

Until now. Because something has happened that's the diarrhea icing on the shit cake of his life recently.]

Lydia Martin is gone.

[That's it. That's all you get today, gang. Sorry. Somebody buy this boy a drink or a puppy or something. He's going to go full Anakin Skywalker here in a bit if something drastic isn't done.]

runawayandroid

[Victor is looking straight into the camera; he's got nothing to hide, after all. He seems fairly nonchalant about being here, and he mostly is, except for a couple of concerns about people he's left behind. Sure, giant turtle cities are pretty weird as alternate dimensions go, but he can cope. At least people seem to be friendly enough, and it does sound like his help might be needed.]

Hey. My name's Victor, and I just got here, so I thought I'd say hi and see who else is here. I, uh, don't think many people will recognise me, unless my friends turned up as well and I just didn't see them. Mostly I'm looking for a couple of kids called Molly and Klara, so if anyone sees them can they let me know?

[He shrugs, and looks down at the console itself, now looking a little confused.]

Anyone know how these consoles work? I usually do okay with technology, but I can't even tell what these are made of. I don't want to mess around with them if I don't know if I can read the code... if they even run on code.

[He'll avoid mentioning why he's usually good with technology, though. He's not sure what kind of prejudices people even have here, and cyborgs usually make people a little uncomfortable even at home. He looks up again suddenly, having just remembered something.]

Speaking of which, I'm meant to find a job, apparently. Anyone know anyone who needs a mechanic or an electrician? I'm not officially trained, but I'm good for an amateur and I pick things up pretty quickly.

skybluejeep

Hey, everyone. It's the Turtle Tower Power Hour, brought to you by the Brazen Turtle and the Kent News Network. My name is Stiles, I'm your host for tonight's event.

But before we begin. I've been asked by a fellow "Foreigner" to bring up a subject that's a little...well. Touchy. Maybe even a little macabre. It's the elephant in the room, discussed by a lot of us, but with no real resolution. It sucks, bottom line, and I think all of us here have been affected by it.

It's the subject of being sent back to our home dimensions. Our home worlds.

Since Eshai's death at the end of December, just a few days before Christmas, we've had a grand total of thirty-four of us simply up and disappear. And the number being brought in is...roughly equivalent, yeah. A net loss overall, though. That's nearly six people going out per week. And in the time I've taken to research who they were, what their impact was on Keelai...there's no common thread. Nothing to link them. They were young and old, powerful and baseline, intelligent and...well, otherwise. They were kind, and they were cruel. They were people.

( And I'd like to read off their names. )

So take a moment. Tonight. Now. Find somebody who you like to be around, and tell them that. Be with a friend, a family member, a loved one. Take an hour and talk to them. Tell them important things. Unimportant things. Talk to them. Give 'em a hug. And remember why we're all here.

That's all. Tonight's show will begin in five minutes. Thanks.

((OOC: This is being broadcast over Clark Kent's radio system. Any discussion taking place will be on the network. Thanks! The actual radio show post will go up in the logs comm tomorrow.))

unobtainableredemption

Where can you go to confess your sins when there are no churches here?

[At the console cafe, Kaine stares at the picture that brought this all on...]

inhisherosimage

[Maybe he's being overly cautious, but Tim isn't entirely sure if he's still in the Unternet and thus the city is just some trick, and so he chooses to make his first entry on the cities network text only. His decision is further bolstered by the uniform stowed away - the uniform further complicating the location decision. If he wasn't in the Unternet, then logically he shouldn't have that uniform. Still, Tim knows at least how find if he has any allies in this unknown city - virtual world or not.]

Well. That was a pretty rude awakening. I'm not used to waking in the tub surrounded by strangers. I mean, sure the tour of the city was different and the welcome pamphlet is a nice touch. But I'm not a huge fan of waking up in some fantasy movie and being told I'm going to fight some big bad evil. I'm not really the hero type. Heck, I haven't even had my morning coffee. Oh! Name's Todd Richards. Don't suppose anyone here has heard of Star City? Or knows where to get that coffee? [That should pique the interest of anyone familiar with his dimension. And the name should alert any close allies...]

justlittle

[Oh look, it's Bean's first video post. He's slowly becoming more comfortable with letting people see who he is, and if this proposition is going to work, it's only fair that he shows people who they're dealing with up front.]

Hello. My name is Bean, and I'd like to offer my services teaching people to read and write English. [He's offered before, but in text and audio forms. Perhaps those didn't reach as wide an audience.] I realize that I am young, but I assure you I am knowledgeable and a sufficient teacher. Besides, we all need work here, and this is the main thing I can offer. I am fluent in a number of other languages, but English seems to be the most common here.

If you are interested, you may reply here or to my personal inbox, if you are concerned with privacy.

Thank you.

hisbabygirl

Hello..?

[Have yourself a twelve year old girl testing the water on the shiny new thing and mumbling to herself a little as she does.]

...I hope I'm doing this right.

[Oh right. The people can hear her. Sarah takes a deep breath and gets to talking.]

I uh, gotta say, this is some real crazy stuff going on. I don't even know where to start makin' sense of any of it. The Kedan people, the ones that work here? I think they work here. Live here? I dunno. They explained a lot of stuff but I'm still trying to wrap my head around even being here.

[Sarah pauses. When she speaks again it's with a little less certainty.]

Do they ever make mistakes with who they bring here? I'm not sure I'm the monster fighting type.

[Not real ones anyway.]

cantbewalled

[So Prussia has found out by today that he is kind of low on those things called 'friends' and he is still currently stuck with the inability to talk. He would really like to not have that problem anymore and from what the kedan have said, he's got one shot to do it.

If he can find sponsors of all things.]

Okay, so who else has heard from the damn kedan about fixing whatever the hell happened a few months ago? When people were turning into poltergeists all over town.

[Of course everyone remembers right.]

So tell me about yourselves! Everybody's got to have some similarities. I want to know how we're alike.

[Bother to explain why he wants to know? Explain what these two things have to do with each other? Of course not! Takes too many words. Although for good measure he does put the message up in English, somewhat old-fashioned French, and Russian, too, not just German.]

gravityfields

[ There's a petite woman looking at the camera slightly unsure, because this is weird. She thought changing the ring tone on her cell phone was too confusing to bother figuring out. Not that she'd actually really tried, and at least she had been given a tutorial on this machine. But she launches right into science and gains surety and excitement as she talks. ]

The, uh, local people said I should post my questions on here. I'm looking for information regarding physical properties of this world. Obviously the gravity is at least highly similar to that on Earth, but [ she holds up a device that's not got a whole lot of activity on the screen ] I need to do some minor calibrations to this in order to properly catch anomalies. And if I can properly study the anomalies then I can probably duplicate them in reverse to get back home.

[ Jane is really excited at this point. She takes a moment to catch herself and calm down with a tiny huff of laughter. She's well aware of how odd her excitement can be to strangers. ]

I'm Jane Foster, by the way. I study gravitational anomalies and wormholes and the like. Is there a university here somewhere? It would be nice to have a place to do research while I'm here.

[ Pause. Is this like a phone call or video question board or something? Are people listening live or what? Jane gives a tiny shrug. ]

Uh, thank you for your help?

neverdanced

[He needs to stop thinking that he's incapable of being surprised. By the end of the Battle of New York, Steve thought he had seen it all. Insane technology, other worlds, aliens... What else could there possibly be?

The answer, of course, is a giant turtle in a realm outside the continuity of time. He had a long chat about nearly everything with the locals that helped him earlier, but it's still crazy, and he probably wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen some of the turtle shell himself.

Yet here he is. It'll probably all sink in over time; Steve's been overloaded with so much information over the past few hours and it's exhausting, even for him.

Getting on the computer hadn't been his top priority, but he's already gone outside of his new home and back. Steve's experienced enough culture shock for today. He might as well at least reach out and introduce himself to all of the other people who wound up here like him.

Once he's got the computer up and running, he accesses the network using the video function. He looks a little stiff and probably as exhausted as he feels, but that's the least of his concerns right now.]

Hello. My name's Steve Rogers. The kedin- kedan? - brought me up to speed already, but I only just arrived here a few hours ago.

[Maybe longer than that. He hasn't exactly been keeping track of time. In any case, it's really jarring to be talking to a computer screen and not actually know who's on the other end.]

I have a couple questions that I'd like to have verified. [It doesn't necessarily mean he'll believe whatever he's told, but second opinions are typically useful.] We're all more or less stuck on this turtle, right? But there's a way back.

[That's a question as well, but it ends up sounding more like a statement. It sounds like a reasonable assumption. There obviously isn't a rush since no time is passing back home; he just wants to know.]

The other question I have is about jobs. Since it looks like I'll be here awhile, I'll start looking soon. Does anyone know which places are hiring offhand?

[He pauses for a moment before adding a 'thank you.']

isnotokay

[ When the video feed starts, it shows Annie in her uniform jacket with a distinctly flat expression that military sorts might recognize as a thousand-yard stare. The silence drags on unreasonably, though she doesn’t give any indication that she thinks it as such. (Hint: She doesn’t.) Finally, she speaks in a tone that's apathetic: ] Is natural gas available in this place? I need it to fill a certain type of canister.

[ Not that she needs it right now, but she lifts one of the canisters from her 3DMG to show it. There's a strategic value to this move by pretending she's lost that advantage. ]

Ah, I should ask after my squad, shouldn’t I? [ She says it almost as an afterthought. So she introduces herself bluntly: ] Annie Leonhart. Stohess District MP, under acting squad leader Marlowe Freudenberg.

[ Because apparently that should do the trick, right? Terse to a fault in such an unusual situation, she abruptly shuts off the feed. ]

imaginate

[ Calm, faintly amused: ]

I’m looking for someone who can teach Aya to have fun.

But, Honor Guard Rayner, I am well aware of the definition of ‘having fun’. Green Lantern Hal Jordan has informed me repeatedly in the time we spent traveling together.

[ A pause. He taps his fingers on the desk. ]

Theory is different from practice, Aya. [ A beat. ] And Hal has a really... weird definition.

...I am inclined to agree, yes. Very well. I am not adverse to experimenting with new ideas.

… Right. Anyway. [ Louder, addressing the console: ] If you’d like payment, money’s of no object. It’ll be a few weeks at most.

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?

hasthreefingers

[ Donna is dressed for work still, her hair done up and everything. But despite the work clothes, she seems happy. She smiles as the feed comes up and flicks some of her hair over a shoulder. ] Okay. This is just an off-the-wall idea.

I know we've got a lot of people here who aren't from Earth, and a lot who have traveled in space and time and with the Doctor and all.

So I was thinking. Would you lot be interested in getting together sometime? Like a club. I never got to find out as much about space as I wanted, and I'd love to hear stories and such.

[ Her smiles disappears in a flash. ] And no Doctors allowed. People aren't going to talk about you as much as I want them to if you're right there listening.

[ And just like that, the smile is back. ]

Ship captains, though, are more than welcome.

ironface

[The console turns on to show a curious-looking Isabeau, chin resting on interlaced fingers.]

I've been thinking, and I have a question for you all.

How does the system of government work on your world? What do you think of it?

[Is she even allowed to ask that here? Well, whatever. Too late now.]

justlittle

[Bean is either getting more comfortable using the Network as himself, or he's getting more desperate. Either way, this post is audio, not text like those before it.]

I know there was just a recent post about food, but I find myself in need. The simple fact is I can't cook. I either need someone to do it for me or I need someone to teach me how. I can pay in juulan or I can trade language lessons. I know everything is translated, but text isn't. I can teach English, French, Spanish, and a number of other languages. [Those seem most common, however.]

I'm not picky. I just know it's getting colder and food will be harder to come by. I've been on the edge of starving before, and I have no intention of ever being there again.

Thank you.

ajrimmerssc

[A jumped up, egotistical little squirt of a man appears on the video feed. He throws a salute that is best described as, erm. Lots. Yes, there's lots of saluting going on here. And then he finally snaps his fingers away from his forehead, and nods curtly at the camera from his suite in the Metal sector.]

Good evening, residents of the Turtle. I'm Acting Captain Arnold J. Rimmer, of the Jupiter Mining Corporation deep space vessel Red Dwarf. And while I'm none too keen on the whole "kidnapped to an alternate dimension" smeg, I must admit I'm not surprised I was chosen for this war. Great generals are surely lacking here, it's just an inevitability.

Although I do find it rather hard to believe that a woman's in charge of this whole operation. Tell me, who's the real brains behind the beauty, hmm? It won't do for your newest commanding officer to not know his superiors. Or his subordinates. I want names, I want ranks, I want practical experiences!

Or, failing all that, the nearest exit? I think battling a multi-dimensional entity of purest evil on the back of a giant turtle might be the tiniest bit above my pay grade. Thanks ever so.

[Another salute! This one even longer than the opening salute. And then, mercifully, the feed cuts out.]

looksfine

[The Feed turns into to reveal a lovely, young female with bright blue eyes and emerald skin. Her expression remains fairly neutral, although there are hints of emotions flickering if one were to observe closely enough. Curiosity. Excitement. Determination. And, for a fleeting moment...sadness.]

[After all, she had only just gotten her family back.]

Greetings. I am Aya.

[Her voice is robotic, yet somehow still warm. She shows no signs of alarm by her surroundings, having experienced far worse scenarios in her travels.]

Admittedly, I do not fully understand why I appear to have been separated from my crew. The four of us would have preferred to arrive together to your Sector aboard our ship, has a distress call simply been placed. However, given the circumstances, it would be unfitting for a Green Lantern not to offer one's assistance in any way possible before I seek my return.

In addition, if there is any individual who has knowledge of the location of the Interceptor, Green Lantern Hal Jordan, Seargent Kilowag, or Red Lantern Razer, the information would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you.

mightythinice

[This time, Ellie settles on audio only. She didn't trust herself to keep her face neutral, and just-- just this once, without Joel there, and feeling more vulnerable than usual, she wanted to ask the question]

Okay, so. Besides the fucking disappearances, I've got kind of a serious question. They just had this whole holiday dedicated to ghosts and candy, right? Because when I think of ghosts, I definitely think of candy and toys or some shit.

[a pause, before she remembers the video isn't on and they can't actually see her]

And, like... I got the shit scared out of me by something before I realized it wasn't actually a ghost. I don't really believe in ghosts. Or things like heaven... and probably not god either. I mean-- fuck, it's difficult to explain.

Anyway... how many people here do?

Just curious. Because, who knows... Maybe there's a reason it's important. And there was a whole damn holiday that sure as fuck didn't come from this place, apparently.

candystriped

[ Stocking is smiling but there's a hard edge to it, like she's making this post under duress or at the end of her rope. ]

Hey, little bra--uh, kids. Small people. Who wants to make a few juulan? Come trick or treating with your big sis Stocking~

[ Translation: the shops won't give her candy. ]

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