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Um... This is somewhat of a... strange and unfortunate situation... [ The voice that comes out is soft, feminine, and hesitant. Being without Agito is bad enough - being without Agito in what seems to be another universe is even worse.

He takes a deep breath and speaks again with more strength to his tone. ]

Waking up naked in a bath surrounded by a bunch of weird people isn't the best morning, ne? [ an awkward laugh goes here because he doesn't know what else to do. ] If they wanted someone who could fight evil they definitely picked the wrong person!

But I guess if they had to pick someone out of my friends, I'm glad they chose the least important one of us. [ he makes sure to say this very pointedly, in case the person who stole him away is listening and might realize their mistake. ] After all, I'm not one of the Kings or Queens anymore!

[ some more giggling. it's really hard not to panic. but he's trying hard not to panic. he is doing a bad job of not panicking but at least he's trying his best, right? once his giggling dies down his voice settles back into something more hesitant. ]

So, ah... I guess I need... Shoes? Does anyone know where I could get some sneakers? And maybe something to eat, too?

nowthatsfunny

[There are a lot of things Tess could talk about, if she was inclined. Bad things, mostly. The kinds of things that keep her awake at night, and plague her with nightmares when she does manage to sleep. Things from back home, things from the bottle, things that are really Ellie's to tell and not hers at all.

Death and loss and violence, and more death.

But fuck that. She's got something way more important to talk about. Like her hair.]

I found a gray hair today. [She twists her face into an approximation of disgust.] Can you believe that? So now I'm wondering if I should just dye it. [She tugs on a lock of her mousy brown hair - shinier and healthier than it was when she first showed up, that's for damn sure, but otherwise not particularly notable.]

But I don't remember the first thing about it. Anybody got tips for me? Or is it a shitty idea and I should forget it?

alphatar

[The feed turns on to show Korra, smiling a deviously broad smile (those who know her probably know that smile means she’s up to something) and she holds a finger up to her lips before she whispers.]

Okay you guys. I need you to tell Mako that the network doesn’t actually bite and he can use it to talk to people.

[Then she turns around and happily exclaims:] Oh good, the tea’s ready. Thanks, Mako. See, isn’t he a gracious host? [That grin she has on is sinful.]

W-- Korra, turn that off.

[he sets the tray down pointedly, looking between her and the console, obviously caught off guard and not sure what to do]

In a minute. [Not even a minute, she fully plans to keep it on as long as possible.] Why don't you come over here and try it? [Not that she's giving him a choice since she's taking both cups of tea over to the console.]

I already told you I know how to use it. [he sits down, and focuses on her] We could've kept this conversation between us, c'mon, turn it off.

[and then he turns to the camera to give it an Intense Mako Stare (tm).]

We were talking about the network, so we should include the network. [She says it like it's the most practical, logical thing in the world.] So anyone who doesn't know, I'm Korra and this is Mako. He's been here for months but none of you probably recognize him because he never uses the network. So feel free to say hi to him! [Totally treating him like a new arrival. She's not sorry at all. Feel free to bug Korra too.]

(OOC: Maroon font=Mako and Baby Blue font=Korra.)

freeskies

How unfortunate it is that the reprieve was so shortlived.

I daren't say I've missed much in the months I've been gone, at least. You've all a talent for staying out of trouble.

[he sounds amused. he realizes he didn't have to do this, to announce his return... but, ah, what is a skypirate if he doesn't have any vices? And Balthier's vice being somewhat more of the flashy sort when there's no need to lay low.]

Shall we begin the introductions, then? I've nothing but time for the moment.

parallels

[Clara's badly bruised face appears on the network. There's a nasty cut on her forehead and her left arm is wrapped and bandaged in a cast. She does her best to sound upbeat, but like everyone else, the events in the bottle are weighing heavily on her, both mentally and physically.]

So. Not going to talk about the bottle. Getting into something deep and philosophical here. Very serious. Very important.

[She tries to crack a grin but it comes off like a bit of a wince.]

We all know that time is stopped back home once we arrive on the Turtle, right? So even though we're gone, no one is missing us and we're not missing anything.

Except it does feel a bit like I'm missing everything, sometimes. Time is paused back home, but it's still passing for us here, the sun rises, months go by, the seasons change. Days pass and those days, back home, would have been a birthday or an anniversary or a holiday. Important traditions that I'm cut off from. Can't imagine I'm the only one feeling that way.

But I think I've found something that might make it better.

[She reaches down and pulls out what look like funny little hot air balloons made out of paper. There are more in the background of various colors]

A kedan shop owner showed these to me. They're called sky lanterns and they're like little hot air balloons. You light the candle and they fly in the air. He sold me a few and taught me how to make them myself so I can make them in all sorts of colors. He said you can write messages on them before you send them off in the sky. Messages to people you're missing. Or write down your worries and let them float away.

Thought it might be nice to get some of those things off our chests, reach out to people back at home or those who've left here. If you'd like to learn how to make them, I can teach you. It's surprisingly simple once you get the hang of it. Or if you don't fancy yourself crafty with paper, I can tell you the name of the shop. Then we could set a date to let them go at the edge of the turtle.

[She shrugs.]

I've been enjoying the distraction and I wouldn't mind some company to wallow in the homesickness with.

((ooc; I am so sorry for the delay everyone. I've been really sick and dealing with RL issues.))

puppetfetish

_{[ Evening. Here is Bro Strider again with a very important announcement. It's pretty important, considering the guy is actually wearing something that is fucking formal looking. His typically spiked, platinum hair is combed neatly and swept to the side, and he is lacking his hat. The light is low.. and.. was a bouquet of flowers..? Yeah, that's right— looks like red roses.
Don't worry. He's not trying to seduce you... I don't think. (??????) ]}

Yo.
Valentine's Day is right 'round the corner. That means absolute bullshit to me other than the fact that business boomed back home for me at this time of year.
Jesus fucking dicksacks.
Do people got nothin' better to do on Valentine's Day besides fucking each other? Pretty fitting. I ain't complainin' too much if it brings in the Benjamin Franklins for me, but for real.

_{[ He lowers his pointed shades for a moment just to wink. Oh, so that's his eye color. It's a really unusual orange. ]}

Been workin' on some stuff in my spare time. Like this— this— not to mention this.

_{[ As he says each item, he holds them up with the most vacant expression, peering over each item then tossing it aside. Yeah, you're right. This was the guy a few weeks ago who was hunting for a fist to fist fight... and now he's displaying risque looking clothing. ]}

Other various things I probably shouldn't show on the public network even though ya'll would get a kick outta'm.
Contact me for any more information.

By the way— anybody got any information on the brothels 'round here? Any information at all is helpful.
Got my own reasons why.

_{[ With that, he gently takes one of the roses and bites the stem, holding it in his mouth for a moment before cutting the video.
Listen, it could have been worse. He almost wore some of his items and put himself on display. ]}

jirk

[Just another day in the life of Jim Kirk. He has a cup of coffee off to one side, and he's dressed in his command golds. He's not big on the network, but hey. Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty.]

Bryn Zethir is gone. She left me in charge of the Brazen Turtle, so if her employees could touch base with me so we can work out where to go from here, that'd be appreciated. Everybody else, first drink's on the house.

[A slight pause, and then he wets his lips.]

And for those of you that knew her, The Archive has returned home as well.

[That seems more like a footnote, tacked on in as casual a way as possible, but anyone who knows him knows the deflection's just an act.]

alphatar

The Jade School of Kung Fu dojo is officially open to everyone! Use of the dojo’s equipment is free. If you want a martial arts instructor, contact the teachers listed below to see which one will suit you best. Payment for classes to be determined between student and teacher.

Ava Ayala - Contact
Barnaby - Contact
Bro Strider - Contact
Dick Grayson - Contact
Kaldur - Contact
Wild Tiger - Contact
Kurt Waggoner - Contact
Mike – Contact Avatar Korra
Natasha - Contact

If you wish to teach martial arts, Avatar Korra's contact is available. Please be prepared to give a demonstration.

tuffguy

[ The video starts off with a close up view of a pair of eyes, but that is quickly fixed. Bolin's face comes into sight, giving not only a good view of his beautiful and gorgeous smiling visage but also of a room! Some of you might recognize the room as being a part of Mako's home. Speaking of which, Mako is currently in the background, working on something. ]

Well, I finally figured that since I've been here for some time, that I should introduce myself!

So, hey there. My name is Bolin, and some of you may have already met my older brother, Mako.

[ Bolin, moves out of the way, so that Mako can be seen a bit better. Mako is too engrossed in his work, and all he can do is just raise a hand in greeting, not even turn around to face the camera. Wow, what a loser.

Bolin makes a face before he takes up the screen once again. ]

Right! So... how is everyone doing today?

ciderandstew

[The video starts with Calypso, sitting outside in the Earth sector somewhere, weaving fabric headbands or jewelry in an attempt to keep her hands busy and her mind occupied. She quiet for a moment, finishing one of the accessories and setting it aside in her basket.]

By now, it's become apparent to me that there are natives from more than a few different worlds calling the turtle home currently. I may not be around much on these devices, but I've spent my time watching and listening...

[She pauses, wringing her skirt in her hands a little.]

I'd like to hear stories about your homes, what makes it different from what you've learned about the others here. Your favorite things, what you miss most... If it's not too much to ask, that is.

If you want, I'd be more than happy to exchange a story of my own as well.

puppetfetish

Sup, bitches.

_{[ Feed of Bro Strider again. Looks like the dude is still wearing his tailored leather jacket, but lacking his typical gray hat today, golden hair looking a complete mess. He runs the back of his palm over his nose, wrinkling it slightly before dropping his arm. His face, as usual, is exceptionally stoic, and as always, his pointed shades cover his eyes. ]}

—Thinking about picking a motherfucking smack down with some people who are interested in actually enhancing their fighting or defense abilities.
The catch...

_{[ He tilts his head up, then drums his fingers on his chin. ]}

—without any use of powers or abilities. Got a few of my own. Pinky-fucking-promise I won't use.
Non-projectile weapons are acceptable. Like swords.

If anyone wants to train with me, holla'.
Peace.

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.]

baniichan

[Barnaby's curls look as perfect as always (thanks for the recommendation, Monet!), and he wears a pleasant, polite expression when his feed turns on. Some people might notice that his way of speaking is measured and deliberate, as if he's quite used to having all eyes on him.]

Engineering has always been an interest of mine, especially robotics. I didn't get much time to devote to it, though, mainly because of my hero work back home. [Or, rather, he didn't allow himself the time, but...details.]

Although I have no trouble keeping myself busy these days, I still have more free time than I'm used to. Other people here can relate, I'm sure.

At any rate, would anyone be willing to lend me some technical manuals? Or, alternatively, tell me whether there's a place where I can find something like that?

Thank you.

goodnightdearlisteners

[It's been a while since Cecil has been seen on the network - but really, he looks like the same old Cecil, sporting his too-loud clothes and smiling an easy, bright smile. There's something in his hand, just barely concealed between his fingers...something small and plastic with a faded label.]

Hello, Turtle! It's your friendly neighborhood radio host here, just...looking for a bit of advice, actually. I got something in the auctions - something that I just don't know what to make of.

[A beat of consideration, all three eyes looking towards the camera...and then he opens his hand, holding up the item in question - an old cassette tape, labeled in faded letters: 'Cecil Radio Test - Age 15.'

Also what appears to be a small, vaguely feline monster just sort of...floats behind Cecil from one side of the camera's view to the other, making a low rumbling sound and clutching a ball of yarn in long, wicked claws. But never mind that.]

See...the really weird thing is that I do not remember making these tapes. And I am curious, but I also just...I don't know what's on them. I mean, I could just play them over the radio, but they could be personal, and I just...this isn't Night Vale, I don't really want to just throw my life at people who haven't met me in person yet, you know?

[He fusses with the tape in his hands, turning it over as if maybe it will divulge a hint in the form of ethereal wailing that fills the room - but of course, it doesn't. It's not that kind of cassette tape, duh.]

I think what I really need is for someone to talk me into listening to these privately. Really sell me on it. I just have this weird feeling about them....

ellectric

[ She'd been paying attention as much as she could when the kedan explain the console to her, but part of her had thought that it couldn't possibly be that difficult. All you have to do is hit the button. Easy. Right?

She blinks at the screen to make sure it's working, and then immediately lifts her hands from the controls. Right. She still doesn't have great control over her electricity, and she doesn't want to blow out the closest thing to a television she has. ]

Hi. I'm Elle. Bishop. So they told me about how I'm living on a turtle now and how I might be dead, or might not be, whatever, but I need to know if someone from- from my world is here. [ She tries to sound more braver than she feels, but her eyes still look afraid and she can't figure out what to do with her hands. She has to get it together. People feed on weakness. She can't let them think she's weak.

She takes a deep breath and pastes on a smile. ]

I'm just saying that you guys shouldn't leave a cutie like me hanging on this.

[ They've got to be out there, right? Someone she knows has to be here. Someone from the Company. Someone who can tell her if Sylar got away, or if Elle got Noah killed without meaning to. If the other Level Fivers were caught.

Maybe someone who can tell her if Sylar really did her. ]

We- we still have to eat, right? Even though we might be dead? So... who cooks for everybody around here? Where's the cafeteria?

[ Please, please tell her that she can eat for free. She doesn't have any much money, no more access to Bob's moneybags, and she doesn't know how to cook. She isn't dead - maybe at home, she is, but not here. She could starve. Forget starving, she could go with only one change of clothes. For days.

A familiar tingling sensation wraps itself around a finger, a thread of blue lightning appearing from her skin. She quickly drops her hand out of sight. Maybe that was too fast to see, right? Yeah. Good. She's got this. ]

Okay-bye.

[ And then she hurriedly cuts the feed so she can focus on deep breaths without anyone seeing. Breathe, Elle. You live in a freaking treehouse now. You don't want to see what will happen if you panic.

It soon occurs to her that she might have pressed the wrong button, and she double-checks. A second later, she curses under her breath. Another second, and the feed is successfully cut.

Note to self, concentrate when using the console. ]

fuckcable

Am I the only one who thinks it's suspicious how, in the weeks around the Emperor's murder, our presence is suddenly graced with a pair of queens, a princess, a prince, and whatever that horned kid is? It's not the first grouping I've noticed.

puppetfetish

_{[ While other people are out and about in the snow, this certain Texan is staying indoors as much as possible.
Hey turtle-crew. Here is mysterious text guy that has been bothering you over the past week or so. Looks like he's climbed out of his shell and onto video, though it isn't his preferred method (in actuality, Bro prefers to be the person behind the camera... but that's another story.) The dude is tall, and his flaxen hair is spiked high. It typically is covered by a hat, but this evening, it seems he's going without. He's also wearing a black undershirt with black slacks, sculpted muscles rippling with his movement. ]}

Hey.

_{[ So what could this six-foot-something-tall, beef-cake guy want? The way he was stoically looking at the camera was a bit intimidating, umber colored eyes hidden by a pair of pointed shades. Behind him in his suite there seems to be a mess of all sorts of fabrics and materials he has obtained, along with a stray sewing machine.

He looks off to the side for a moment, lacking any expression, then turns his attention back to the feed. ]}

I'm selling handmade cute shit.
Come and get it.

_{[ .... Okay? Not what you'd expect from a guy with his looks and physique, also not the greatest sales pitch, but maybe you ought to inquire further. ]}

Also taking commissions.
Bitches love commissions.

_{[ /end feed right there. ]}

alphatar

[A broad smile is on Korra’s face when she turns on the video feed. She’s leaning to one side of the chair and looking pleased as punch.]

I’ll be reopening the dojo in the Wood Sector and I need some teachers, mentors, instructors- whatever you want to call yourselves, to teach people that want to learn. Any fighting style will do, but if it’s martial arts; then all the better.

If you’re interested in lessons, get in touch with me here or privately. I don't know how much lessons are going to be yet, but I'll try to keep it low.

[There's a pause where Korra considers her next words and her smile fades a little.]

If you're half as good as Dinah Lance is [Not was.] then I need to talk you.

[Four months of training with Dinah isn't enough for Korra. She wants to dig in further into the various styles she was mastering, and this is the only way she knows of to find someone that can help her do just that.]

unconchonable

[The feed turns on and there's none other than Eridan Ampora with his arms across his chest staring right at the viewer. He's still without his cape, so he's just in his usual sweater with the purple aquarius symbol on the front, and his dumb blue striped scarf. However, behind him certainly is a giant, floating, white seahorse. Fancy that. Also, anyone familiar with Spock's residence may notice that he's there instead of his own place. ~Hivvemates~. His eyebrow quirks upward after a full second or so, as if maybe trying to figure out what to say, but eventually he does speak.]

So I'we come to the conclusion that I may need a more stable means a income. Recently I hawe more or less emptied my coffers a beetles, so to speak, in a purchase that was downright necessary and I rather myself a steady income.

[He leans in, his folded arms pressing onto the flat surface of the desk as he leans on them, effectively bringing himself closer to the camera.]

Now, before any a you pink-skinned animals come to me giwin' me some sorta peasant work, I ain't interested. Plain and flippin' simple. I am willin' to lower myself to work for the juulan, but I ain't about to demean myself in some way fuckin' awful. I'm a prince, and I will be treated accordin'ly. And as such, I expect dignified jobs worthy a my expertise and standin'.

[One hand raises to cup his chin, his fingers curling against his jaw and cheek.]

So, consider this my way a beseechin' you employers out there. If you need any additional information about me, feel free to use this to giwe me a questionnaire a sorts, or whatewer it is you need.

[It is pretty dang obvious that Eridan knows near to nothing about how hiring processes work. The way Alternia did things was he just sorta... pillaged what he could. Made sense, made use of what he's good at.]

I figure I may as well go this diplomatic route - despite diplomacy newer quite bein' my thing - considerin' the other way may leawe a few a you dirtscrapers a bit sore an' sorry, so consider this just a fraction a my magnanimity, so don't go spittin' in my face an' makin' me regret it. I could always go for my first choice an' do things Alternian style, after all.

[Yeah. He lets that threat linger there for a few good moments, even a bit of a 'try me look' into the camera, before he settles back into his seat, arms freshly folded over his chest again.]

I'm waitin'.

funkindofwicked

[There is the sound of something crashing against a wall--mainly because Tea threw it--but it's off stage and nothing hints at what it might have been. She looks a bit annoyed--or maybe a lot annoyed--and glaring off screen for a moment.]

-you sit still, damn it, before I take an interest in taxidermy. [Then she finally turns her attention back to the screen.]

So I found something that looked interesting in one of the domes and instead of running off into the wilderness it followed me home. [By which she means she bought something and then wanted to get rid of it but it won't go away. And then there is a bark from off screen she barely acknowledges and the sound of something else falling and hitting the ground.

Suddenly there is a blur of white coming from off screen and Tea reaches out, snatching it by the color and lo and behold it is a white dog that is very enegetic and trying to keep her attention. It doesn't have a collar on.]

I'm sure someone out there would love a chance to play with man's best friend again, if he happens to belong to any of you. [Much much sarcasm because she took off the collar and cape and knows exactly who he belongs to and plans to see if he'll come out and admit it.] If not, would anyone be interested in a special dog that needs a home [that is not with her]. I'll even make sure he's neutered before you take him off my hands.

[Said dog does not look that pleased about her offer and jerks his way out of her grip and back down to the floor, moving away from her. She doesn't care as long as he stops getting into shit. Who the hell decided a dog needed super powers?]

{OOC: Superman will be getting his dog back...eventually. Tea just wants to make him work for it.}

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