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[Elizabeth appears on the screen, her bright blue eyes wide and filled with tears. She says nothing, but holds up a sign. It simply reads:

Pavel Chekov Has Gone Home.

It's not even in her normal, flowing handwriting. Instead, it's on tear-stained paper, her letters simple.

Pavel Chekov has gone home. Leaving her here alone. No goodbye, no nothing. No hope of joining him in Space or on the Moon or anything. Nothing at all.

It's the first time she's ever experienced loss. At least, loss of this magnitude.

She shuts off the feed, having no intentions of sitting around to write down platitudes. If you need her, she'll be in her bedroom.]

wintershepherd

[ Since Evandau's message said to use the radio for important information, Jack has made a visit to Clark and Lois' suite and asked to use the set. ]

Hi everyone... I'll keep this short, but as Evandau said, he asked me to start taking care of the new arrivals at the Welcome Center for the time being. So showing them to their suite, making sure they know about jobs -- though, uh... I guess that part's a little pointless at the moment -- and helping them with the consoles if they're not familiar.

Remember that new people coming in aren't going to know anything about what's going on and since things are dangerous right now, we'll have to make sure they're safe. So if anyone else wants to help with that, it'd be a pretty good time to take up volunteering. Come by the Center if you're interested please, since I can't answer here like with the consoles.

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[ Jack will be at the Welcome Center if anyone wants to drop by. It was spared being targeted by the bombings thankfully and so is completely intact. As he mentioned, he'll be hoping that they get some new faces in, since the Center will now need to be staffed at all hours to take in the new arrivals the Emperor was speaking of. He will also ask a kedan courier to deliver a message to Korra, Julie, Booker and Hawke, asking them to come by since he needs to speak with them regarding the fishing shop. ]

looksfine

[You may be pleased to know, certain residents of Keelai, that Aya had no intentions of offering another long-winded highly detailed technical analysis of...whatever it is she's up to at the moment. In fact, her latest message is surprisingly simple:]

It has been brought to my attention that my choice of vocabulary and diction is considered...unnecessarily formal by some.

[To put it mildly.]

I have made several attempts to alter my speech patterns, but have realized that I still lack a more concise understanding of what precisely entails formal versus familiar speech. Therefore, I am seeking any an all information regarding more colloquial expressions or terms that may be used in everyday conversation, which I will do my best to learn and subsequently employ accordingly.

Thank you.

((PRIVATE TO: HAL JORDAN (2011) - 100% AYA ENCRYPTED))

[Her eyes narrow, however, when the following message is delivered. Anger was not quite an accurate assessment of her emotions at that particular moment...but annoyance wouldn't have been a stretch.]

You did not follow through with your agreement to meet with me last month, and have since done nothing to rectify this error.

I wish to know why.

wintershepherd

[ Jack has mostly been flying under the radar during the past month, keeping to himself. Though he's worked regular shifts at the Fishing Shop and at the Welcome Center, when he wasn't there he was often nowhere at all, away from the city. He doesn't intend to address the recent exodus of people from the city, even though he's taken many of them like punches to the gut. Instead he keeps his tone light, and focuses on something that almost never fails to put some lightness back into him. ]

So fun fact: turns out the kedan have something a lot like "Take Your Kids To Work Day" from back home and there's a group that still need some volunteers. Anyone want to help out some kids and let them shadow you for a day?

alterer

[The feed kicks on to Nilin looking a little weary. Her day thus far hasn't been a good one and it's starting to show.]

Can anyone tell me where in this place I can get a drink? A good drink, mind you. The last bar I found tried to serve me something resembling dishwater.

[And it tasted what she imagines dishwater would taste like, too. There's a pause, and with a light sigh, Nilin speaks again.]

And, to the anonymous voice who spoke up when I first arrived. I'm listening.

[This time, she'll cooperate.]

problematical

[ River's sitting in her suite in the Water, evidenced by the soft colours and natural materials in her background. She touches the screen carefully, teeth pinching her lower lip as though she doesn't know recording has started -- but then she starts speaking without changing anything, so maybe she does know. ]

High chance of improbability even in this 'Verse, can't go between-between-between. Even if you use orthogonal coordinates, meeting at right angles. Two wrongs to make a right, two rights to make a wrong, the graph is broken. Order of chelonii or testudines but even the largest can't hold a city. Can't check the book, no chapters on waking up in new places.

[ She seems briefly frustrated, whether at the improbability of her situation or merely her own inability to verify what the kedan told her is unclear. She hadn't had the opportunity to think on it much with being drafted into the bottle, with all that had followed that and now that she did, she was still no better equipped to explain anything. Her fingers tangle in a dingy chain around her neck, tugging at a small ring and charm that seem very tarnished. ]

I'm supposed to have a job.

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((OOC: Relink for River's permissions post too, if you haven't filled it out yet!))

unetrustworthy

[Midii payed close attention to the Network. Often. She saw the conversation passing publicly between individuals. Noticed the patterns occurring. Such as the recent increase in people disappearing. Possibly being sent home. Coincidently, starting from soon after the Emperor had been killed, except Midii didn't think it was a coincidence.]

[But that wasn't why she came to the Network that day.]

[She had a different question in mind. Something she had been wondering about more and more, with every conversation she carried here:]

What if...somebody doesn't want to go home?

Could they make us? Or would they let us stay?

[Hypothetically speaking, of course.]

[Only it wasn't hypothetical at all.]

washitaway

[When the feed starts, it’s on an empty suite, showing a slept-on couch, a clean kitchen, and a very snazzy guitar. Astute viewers will recognize it as Booker DeWitt’s guitar. And his suite. Off-screen, voices can be heard.]

C’mon. You just have to ask. It’ll take five seconds. [That would be Elizabeth, apparently back to living with Booker in his suite. It’s a far cry from when we last left our heroes.]

I don’t see why I have to show my ugly mug to half the city, though. [Booker’s voice is lower, but actually not slurred with drink for once. Apparently, Elizabeth being back has sobered him up considerably.]

Because, [Elizabeth begins patiently,] it was your idea, and you need to ask. No one’s going to hate you, and you are not ugly, don’t say that. If you wanted to do an audio-only- y’know, like a voxophone- you should have said something before. Now go sit and ask!

[Very reluctantly, Booker walks into view of the screen and sits down, looking rather abashed. He’s also looking cleaner, fresher and more sober than he has in weeks. He just shaved yesterday, folks, it’s a miracle. Elizabeth trails along behind him, looking quite proud of herself. But she won’t be taking her eyes off of Booker, until the message has been sent. It’ll be a long time before she trusts him with something even like that.]

Anybody know of nice restaurants around here? Um. The rich sort. I had a bit of a windfall recently and. Well, I’m just wondering. Any that might seem like they could be Parisian?

[He frowns and turns back to where Elizabeth is standing, shrugging as if to say ‘do you have anything else to add?’]

[Why, yes, she does, how kind of you to ask, Booker. Actually, at the mention of the restaurant in question being vaguely Parisian, Elizabeth, brightens up considerably. When he’s done, she wraps him in a quick hug, then turns to the screen.] Thank you so much in advance! [And then, back to Booker, almost a whisper as she reaches for the control panel.] And thank you, dad.

[The feed switches off.]

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[ooc: specify whom you wanna talk to, or both, whatever!]

looksfine

[It has been a very interesting two months for Aya thus far. The young not-so-Artificial Intelligence has already learned so much. About Keelai. About the multiverse. About her fellow Foreign "visitors" and, perhaps most importantly, about herself. And how little she actually knows about herself, and the circumstances surrounding her apparent unique creation.]

[Which is what brings her to the Network for a third time. Her eyes are shining with their usual curiosity, although this time, they are enhanced by a certain...hesitation behind them. An uncertainty that emphasizes her surprisingly (and deceptively) young age.]

There is something I am curious about. As your localized Network System appears to be the best place to make such public inquiries, I have chosen to make mine here as well.

[Somehow, when she preempts with this rather innocent statement, it sounds like she's apologizing for wasting everyone's time. Despite the importance to her, personally.]

I have had several conversations regarding...memories. In particular, those that people are able to access, and those they are not. It has been drawn to my attention that, upon departing from this world, any and all memories of this place are to be deleted from one's memory banks without fail. [She is not okay with this, of course, and yet this is still not the main focus of her post.] It has also been drawn to my attention that there are certain memories in which the majority of organic beings are capable of retaining as well as forgetting.

I was programmed to never forget. And yet...I have been made aware that there are certain events which must have occurred in my life that I cannot remember. I find this both curious and disconcerting. Which is why I must ask:

Is it common for one to possess no memories of the circumstances surrounding one's birth?

More so, I am also curious as to precisely what kinds of memories everyone appears to retain best.

[[PRIVATE MESSAGE - TONY STARK (MCU)]]

[Shortly after her more public message, one in a drastically different change of tone will appear on Tony's screen. For either him or JARVIS to encounter first]

I have completed the designs of the sweaters--[here, a small image of said sweater will appear on his screen for visual]-- you requested for the office. Pending your approval, and a total count of sweaters necessary, I shall proceed to create one for each member of the company.

washitaway

[ooc: Content warning: References to alcoholism and violence/murder in the post. Comment threads may also include stuff along those lines, and also possibly talk of child abuse/neglect. Other warnings may be added to individual threads as needed. Also, Bioshock Infinite spoilers are a given. Putting this behind a cut just to be safe!]

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grigio

[Julie's usually a responsible person but today, she woke up with a bit of a shock. Probably the worst one in a good long while. Raleigh was gone. She checked where he worked. She checked his usual hang-outs and when she checked his old suite and saw the Kedan cleaning it...

Well, that confirmed it. He was gone.

So she went back home and tried to go back to bed, but she couldn't sleep. She should tell people what was going on. But she didn't want to. When she finally could drag herself to her console to post a message, the video is on for at least a second and the look on her face is definitely one of hurting.

So off the video feed goes when she realizes she can't actually say what's wrong and she resorts to text, instead.

She doesn't even bother filtering it.]

Raleigh Becket is gone.

[That's it. That's the note. That's all she wrote, folks. She may have to just stay inside today and try to paint something because going out sure as shit isn't happening.]

washitaway

[Today, Booker is sitting back a ways from the console, and the reason for this becomes apparent very quickly - he’s holding a gorgeous custom guitar, which was a Christmas gift from Elizabeth. He holds it almost as though he’s worried it’ll disappear if he looks at it too much or misuses it in the slightest. It is easily the nicest guitar he’s ever had the pleasure of playing, and his big hands are almost reverential as he tunes it.

He also, it must be admitted, looks a little uncomfortable - he’s not used to doing this for an audience. He doesn’t play for people - he plays for himself, mostly, when he can and when he feels like it. Performing isn’t something that comes naturally to him. But, as usual, he’s being compelled to do it by a small, pretty girl with big blue eyes.]

So, Elizabeth wants to sing for you all. As a happy New Year, maybe. [His eyes slide to the girl in question, because this was her idea, so she can talk now.]

[Elizabeth, on the other hand, raises an eyebrow at Booker. What a great way to put that, Booker. Really. We all know what this is really about. And she’s going to tell the turtle.] I mostly just wanted Booker to play- he’s amazing, even if he won’t admit it. [haha! Take that!]

[Booker grimaces a little.] I am not, don’t go makin’ claims like that and getting everyone’s expectations up. [Still, he strums a chord, making sure it’s all ready to go.] Let’s just do this.

[Booker gets another look from Elizabeth, a small dart of her eyes, before she looks at the screen. Let them be the judge of that, she’s all but saying out loud. All the same, she says nothing else out loud, but instead, she turns away from the console. From there, it’s easier to focus on the man across from her, and not get what she would probably equate to stage fright. With a smile, Elizabeth nods, starting to sing as he plays.]
I'll take you home again, Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since you were first my bonnie bride.

[The song ends, and Booker looks to Elizabeth - he likes her singing, but he wants to cut the feed now. Please, Liz?] Uh, thanks for listening.

[Yes, they can cut the feed now, Booker. With a smile, and something soft and bright in her eyes, Elizabeth reaches forward and presses the ‘off’ button.]

[ooc: let us know who you wanna talk to in the tags <3]

dustonmyfeet

[Toph is in her usual favorite spot -- her twisty chair by her console. If you look carefully, you can probably get a glimpse of her feet glowing green. She looks thoughtful.]

So right now the turtles are about the size of young badgermoles.

Thing is, badgermoles have whole mountain ranges to live in. If these guys are anything like the Turtle we're on, we're going to need something bigger than mountain ranges.

I mean, eventually they'll probably swim. But until then, they're definitely not always going to fit in the house. Let alone on a city street. So where are they going to go?

[She frowns a bit more, leaning her chin into her hand. What comes next will be far more serious.]

The Emperor brought us here, and she was going to send us home later. Now that she's kind of . . . gone . . . what's that mean for getting home?

[As though attempting to add a lighter note into it:] Not that it hasn't been great and all, but someday I have to get back and help save the world. That kind of thing.

grigio

[Jules feels like this is in bad form, in light of recent events. It's irrelevant because someone important and cared for died. Violently. But she had news and while she wanted to shout it from the mountaintops, maybe keeping it to people she knew was the best way to do it?

So this is filtered to the people she knows. Jack. Korra. Raleigh. All of her close friends ~~which is actually a lot of people~~.

She even filters it to Allison Argent, since she deserves to know.

And Julie being Julie, she has to be an absolute shit about it.]

Guess what?

[Yep. That's all they get. If they can't figure out the news considering this is a text and she hasn't texted once since losing her eyesight, she's going to be so disappointed if they can't figure it out just from that.

Her next message is filtered to one Jax Teller.]

Okay. So, you sound like my boyfriend and I'm...fifty percent sure you also look like him, but I only know that from touch. Feel like meeting in person and possibly breaking my brain more?

[Action for Raleigh.]

[He needed to see this himself. He deserved that much so the above message? It wasn't filtered to him. She had something better in mind.

Leaving the house, her seeing-eye device was left out of her ear and her hair was braided back and out of the way. Her cane was left behind and Naga was sent home for good with a big hug and a thank you card from Julie for Korra, hand painted.

Now she was hurrying to Raleigh's construction site. She wasn't sure if he'd be there specifically but that was a chance she'd have to take.

When she spotted him, she stood somewhere safe and where she was sure he'd see her. And she was looking right at him with a grin on her face.]

[ooc: if you think your character is friends with julie but aren't sure if she'd message your character with news on her eyesight, PM me. it's likely she will message them.]</sma..

dotsanddashes

[For the second time, the feed clicks on from Rosalind's console. For the first time, it's actually Rosalind's face on-camera, icy eyes staring right into her prospective audience. She looks awful, for lack of a better word...dark circles under her eyes, gaunt, pale...likely, she hasn't slept in a bit of time.

She's been listening to all the talk, all of the sadness...and in the stillness of her lab, she has something to say.]

I knew very little of the Empress. Still, for what it's worth, no one ascends the throne without realizing it's going to be dangerous. I've seen it before. Different times, different places....

[Columbia. Dimensions apart from this place, but so many of the realities that she once called home. It was hard to think about now, but she tries to reflect on it for just a moment. Comstock had not only tried to mount a throne, but had tried to sit his daughter upon it as well. So many ways that had gone wrong. She can feel something in her brain give, and she changes her train of thought, taking a moment to discretely wipe her nose.]

At the very least she acted with dignity in life. Perhaps it would be best to follow her example.

Mourning is fine. Still, speaking as someone who watched the ridiculous production after her own death, there are more important things to bear in mind. Tears are only for your own purposes. Elaborate memorials will only go so far. It means more to take the time to take action.

Before it's too late to take action at all.

On that note, if there is anything a spare scientific mind might aid, I would like to extend my hand.

[With a weary sigh, she cuts the feed.]

((ADDITIONAL BROADCAST AFTER DAMIAN'S ANONYMOUS CALL))

[A short time later, the feed returns - now the woman is visibly shaking, expression that of barely restrained emotion behind a very thin layer of composure. A lit cigarette burns between trembling fingers.]

I have been informed that Empress was the incorrect term. I did not mean any disrespect. I was not aware. I was trying to say something of consequence, but evidently I am far too ignorant to do so.

[She's at the end of her rope. That much is clear. This...hasn't helped. Her eyes look wet.]

I do apologize. Perhaps I should go back to my work and leave the epitaphs to those less insensitive.

[What might be a tiny sob escapes her before the feed turns back off.]

denyamenti

[ The face that greets console users this morning is offering a polite smile, laced with a touch of sheepishness as though he feels that he is troubling them by asking questions. ]

Everyone I've spoken to so far has been very helpful but I wonder if anyone had time for a few more questions? Has anyone here heard of a game called "Duel Monsters"? Or know of such companies as KaibaCorp, or Industrial Illusions?

Another thing, I've noticed quite a bit of... well, fire around the residence they've assigned me. It's like nothing I've ever seen before, not being hot at all. It's almost as though it's-- ah, it seems silly to say, forgive me. But it's rather like magic in stories, isn't it?

[ He seems embarrassed to bring it up, looking pensively away from the screen but continues after a moment. ]

Though, I suppose given everything that's happened here... perhaps it's not so strange?

mightythinice

So. Uh, getting kind of cold out there.

[hello Keeliai. Ellie clearly doesn't have a reason for being on the network. Not an immediately obvious one, but she loved the idea of being able to talk to everyone like this, quickly and easily. It was so foreign from what she's known her entire life]

You know what, though? It's not that bad. Pretty fucking cool, actually, and just about every restaurant I've been to is serving hot something. Hot chocolate, hot tea, so if you get cold, you know what you needa do is get some of that in you.

[okay, she could tell that was stupid. But hey, maybe she could ask more people about Thanksgiving, while she was there. A day late.]

So, I know this whole thing is a day late and a buck short and all that... But what'd everyone do for Thanksgiving? Yesterday was my first one and it wasn't bad. I ate a lot. And, okay, this is dumb, but I started thinking about things I'm thankful too. Yeah, I know, it's what the holiday is all about... But I'm kind of glad to be here. Believe me, I love food.

... And friends and stuff. So, uh... anyone got any good stories? They don't have to be Thanksgiving related or anything, I just wanna talk.

[a pause] Don't make me break out the puns! I'll do it!

washitaway

[Booker's looking a little awkward today - probably because instead of questions or demands, he's just got...well, maybe an announcement to make? Either way, he's just more aware of the fact that this network thing is a pretty public platform and Booker DeWitt? Is no public speaker.

So he clears his throat.]

So, uh. Some of you've been saying you're in need of food? And we've got an abundance of it here. Elizabeth's doing her best to feed me up, I guess, and I can't eat all of it myself. I'm out and about making deliveries most every day as it is, I can always bring some leftovers around with me too.

[He scratches the back of his neck, then glances off to the side and holds up a bright red knitted scarf.]

We may have a number of these, soon, too. [His look is rather confused, like 'is this normal?' Or possibly, 'help me!' And then he turns the feed off.]

disfavored

For those of you that lost some of your memories during the last few weeks, or if you've ever had it happen before, for whatever reason, did you...have anything else, during that time, to fill in the gaps? Fake memories, and the like?

[He's not sure how to take his experience with memory loss, though by all accounts he was much happier with it to the point that he spent a day or so locked up inside trying to deny that the memories he got back were his real ones.

But, looking back at his previous network interactions pretty much confirmed that they were, that and the fact that everyone he knew was acting so weirdly around him during the time he'd lost his memory of his father.]

I had something like that, but I'm not sure if it was worth paying attention to. If it was really what would have happened in the absence of...a certain person, or if it was just an idealized figment of my imagination. If I'm alone in this, then it was probably the latter.

Thank you for your time.

refusing

[Well, here's a face that might be familiar to some people. Looking entirely perplexed by life, even though she knows what's going on. It's just taking some time to sink in, and she's rushed to send out a message because there's some people she desperately hopes are still around.]

So. I was here before. But...then I wasn't? I was here, but I left, and now I'm back again.

[Cue a very confused and frustrated Rose. Her cheeks puff out a little on the tail end of a sigh, and she gives a shake of her head.]

Typical timey wimey stuff, then. Same as always. Even without the Doctor around, it always seems to happen. Which is just great. Really, it is.

[Cue the most sarcastic smile ever. It doesn't last long, however.]

Those of you that don't know me, I'm Rose Tyler. [Have a big, warm, sincere smile and a handwave.]

Anybody out there that does know me? Go on and check in, would ya? Don't make a girl worry 'bout whether or not you're still around.

Tu Shanshu

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