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[The image opens to a rare sight: Tony and Bruce, attempting at least for now to look professional in front of the camera. On Bruce, it just means that he looks slightly more serious than normal, still as unassuming and haggard as ever. On Tony, it means that he looks a little too perfectly put together, like a team of stylists and PR personnel came through and worked him over before letting him out in public. Visually they look like opposing bookends, especially with the varying heights.

Bruce clears his throat. Public speaking is not his strong suit, and he's a bit grim from the Archive's disappearance, which he'd noticed very quickly. It makes it hard for him to talk business, with the idea of anyone replacing her patently impossible, but Bruce never lets sentiment get in his way.]
Hi. Uh… You might know us already, but there's been a lot of-- appearances and disappearances lately, so maybe not.

[ Tony chimes in then, with a brief half-smile toward the camera that’s recording them. ]

And if you don’t know us, I’m Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries. [ He nods toward Bruce. ] And this is Bruce Banner, Chief—Well, basically he’s my second-in-command. Officially, he’s—What did you put on the brochure, JARVIS? Head of Whatever? [ JARVIS did not, in fact, put anything on the brochure. That was all Tony. And since there’s no one else in view, it might look like he’s talking to thin air, especially since he keeps talking without waiting for anyone to respond to the question. ] Yeah, that’s his title. Anyway, since there’s so much turnover in the city, we wanted to let those of you looking for employment know that we are hiring. If you’re a scientifically or technologically minded individual with experience in the field. We’re a company, not a daycare, so, you know, some experience is required.

Though age isn't a precluding factor, [Bruce adds.] If you're brilliant at fifteen… you're still brilliant. We try to work on things that are related to our-- stated purpose here, but while we're waiting for developments, we're available to be commissioned. I did the hydroponics greenhouse about eight months ago, for example. It's still functioning. [Mostly run by NPCs at this point, but there's no reason to shut it down.

It may be obvious that Tony hasn’t been paying much attention to what Bruce is saying as he blinks abruptly and says, apropos to nothing: ]
And Head of Fun and Mischief. [ He winks conspiratorially at the screen, dropping his voice to a stage whisper that’s completely pointless, given that Bruce is sitting right there in earshot. ] I know he probably doesn’t look it, but Bruce is like the most fun guy I know. Which means he’s in charge of organizing the monthly office party. [ If Tony has any sympathy for dropping a ridiculous promotion on Bruce out of nowhere, he certainly doesn’t act like it. ]

--Wait, what? [Bruce was trying to get through all the things he wanted to say without fumbling too much, which is really all the goal he usually has when posting, and it takes him a second to realize that Tony isn't just going off on a brief tangent, he's going off the track entirely.] I decline the position, [he says dryly, the second he recovers.] Having it monthly is… way too many parties. I know you actually do work. A lot of it.

[ Conducting official business is as boring as sitting through a staff meeting and Tony’s used up his professional quota for the month. That decline gets an immediate shake of his head, as he looks over at Bruce and points a finger. ] Nope. No can do. You can’t decline the position and then try to manage the parties. You either have to take the position or you have to attend mandatory weekly parties. One or the other.

[There's a momentary pause as Bruce calculates that in his head.] So if I take it, I don't have to go? [He's skeptical. Tony seems bound and determined to get him out and socializing, and that seems like too obvious a loophole.]

If you take it, you can schedule the parties whenever you like. [ Which Tony knows means that the Stark Industries social calendar will get really empty really fast. But that’s the beauty of being the boss; he can call an emergency party whenever he feels like it. ]

Fine, [Bruce sighs, and decides that's entirely enough of that. An astute viewer might notice him rolling his eyes as he reaches out and switches off the feed.]
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[When last Emma graced the network, she had been looking for a salon, and either found one or is making do brilliantly, because she's as put together as ever, though this time her expression is more serious.]

It's come to my attention that the late Dr. Lecter was a psychiatrist. If any of his patients want to continue counseling, I'm a licensed therapist. [Sex therapy totally counts.] I don't actively practice anymore--I'm a schoolteacher--but I'd be willing to hold sessions if there's a need.

[She pauses and her expression gets a bit wry.]

It's entirely understandable if the man damaged anyone's opinion of the profession, but I assure you, we're not all serial killers.

[History of supervillainry and general manipulativeness aside, Emma is in fact a perfectly good therapist if she isn't trying to break up your marriage.]
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[Hayley rolls her eyes, appearing distinctly nonchalant about the whole thing. The nervous twitches of her muscles and constant movement will belie this calm to anyone paying close attention, revealing her deeper anxiety.]

Don't talk to him. It's just what he wants.


Private messages to: Sharon Carter, Bruce Banner, Kon-El, Clark Kent, Bart Allen )
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[ 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?
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[ there is a scrawny, shaggy-haired teen on the screen. he does not look particularly impressed to be on the screen. his hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket and one might wonder if that slight frown is a permanent fixture of his face. ]

What happens to the dead here?

[ out of everything, it's his most pressing question about this place. sure he's had it up to here with being unwillingly trapped anywhere, he's down a 40 ft statue, and there's a million other questions rapidly milling about in his head, but the most concerning thing right now is that lack of a certain presence — one that's almost become a staple in his life. try as he might, he can't seem to sense the underworld, which being a son of hades, is reason enough to worry. (plus there's a distinct lack in his ability to just shadow travel out of here, which he suspects might tie into the whole thing).

making a post hadn't been his first option, but since finding his suite hadn't exactly brought any new information, he'd turned to the console as a resort. ]


I need someone who can answer other questions too. Real answers. [ none of that half-answered, roundabout, dodging of the kedan. preferably the same person who brought him here, but he'll wait to see if that's going to happen as easily as he hopes. ]
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[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.']
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[personal profile] kazilik
[Iskierka is in her suite today, frowning at a hole in her wall, close to the floor. Through the hole can be seen the back legs and shell of a young turtle, and Iskierka huffs a moment, as she sees what her adopted progeny is up to. The turtle's happily munching away on a fine piece of cloth, draped somewhat artfully on a wall and pinned there.]

Yin! Do not eat that, it is not filling at all. [She abandons the console for a moment to attempt to hold the young turtle back, and then shoves the tapestry up a bit higher.]

Come along, Yin, we shall find you some fish or some plants; perhaps a stew -- may turtles eat stew? I suppose that Gong Su would know, but he is not here.

[Then her neck cranes back towards the console, still keeping a firm claw on the erstwhile Yin.]

Does anyone know what young turtles might eat?
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[personal profile] gameplaying
[ loki's been here long enough to have taken note of the fact that thor is here (two of him); frigga — his mother — is here; less importantly, tony stark, bruce banner, and natasha romanoff are here; and somewhere between in all: another loki is here. each presence in and of itself would be enough to influence his introduction, to play a part in how he decides to present himself, but all at once requires a touch more consideration, a careful balance between appearances and wants. different timelines — interesting — and different universes could play to his advantage, but

there's a drawn-out silence, whilst loki's gaze runs pointedly over the console, eyes narrowing briefly; he looks very much as if he's considering something and, at length, he lets out an audible sigh punctuated by a brief raising of his shoulders in a lazy, arrogant shrug of sorts. ]


—A turtle. [ dryly, with the barest hint of amusement and the momentary curling of the corners of his lips — because really. ] I admit, it's not quite where I expected to find myself, but given the alternative, I can't really complain. Perhaps one small act of redemption can do much more than one imagines. [ or not, and he can definitely complain because he had what he wanted and now he's on a giant turtle and that is very much Not According to Plan and thus super uncool. fuck this place, man.

nevertheless, he pauses momentarily, (feigned) hesitation gracing his features before giving way to a brief twitch of a smile. ]
I've heard word that my brother — Thor — is here. [ a beat; he leans slightly closer towards the camera. ] Tell me, did we win? Malekith, the Aether—. [ a loose wave of his hand and he leans back again. asking about odin would take it beyond the bounds of believability, so he falls silent, glancing away from the console for a moment. ]

If he's otherwise indisposed, please: tell him that Loki wishes to see him. [ THAT'S IT he's totally going to pretend he hasn't stalked the fuck out of finding out who's here. ]
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[personal profile] agentx13
As some of you may know, I was hired to find the person responsible for multiple killings in September, along with an attempted homicide. That person has now killed the Emperor. [ There's a flash of something like remorse, but it only lasts a second before her jaw tightens. There's no time to feel guilty for not catching the person sooner. She has to stop him now, before he kills again. ]

I have a list of suspects. I've narrowed it down significantly. If you were one of the people I talked to about it, please see me immediately.

Private messages for Mako, Tarrlok, Gaius Septimus, Dorian Gray, Lord Harry Wotton, Arthur Curry, Damian Wayne, Bart Allen, Jason Todd, Hal Jordan, other Hal Jordan, Billy Costigan, Rory Williams, Clara Oswald, Hannibal Lecter, Invincible, Bossuet, Combeferre, Javert, Jean Prouvaire, Marius Pontmercy, Julio Richter, Scarlet Spider, Santo Vaccarro, Scott Lang, Victor Barkowski, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, the other Tony Stark, Hayley Stark, Percy Jackson, Zelgadis Graywords, Jax Teller, Jim Kirk, Balthazar, Isaac Lahey, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, Cecil Gershwin Paler )



Private message to Barry Allen )
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[The video comes up not with the backdrop of the Commander's office, but instead that of the Emperor's personal quarters. It is Alderwood that sits there, his expression dark and controlled; there are signs of grief in the redness of his eyes same as there are signs of activity in the motion of police kedan behind him, but he ignores that to address the network.]

The Ironwood Emperor is-- [Here, he breaks a moment before the line of his jaw settles with stonelike strength and he continues.] She is dead.

[Centuries of war that she survived, centuries of difficulties, and he found her as innocently dead as a victim in a murder. Evandau appears torn, once again on the brink of the grief that threatens to consume him, but he forces himself into mould of a Commander so that he might serve the purpose of this message.]

The sealed scroll outlining her succession was opened this morning under my authority as Commander. [His hand moves, briefly touching a rolled up scroll set on the flat surface before withdrawing as though burned.] It was her wish that I assume all authorities and responsibilities as Emperor after her passing.

[His look is pained, but does not break.]

Henceforth, I assume the role of Alderwood Emperor and thusly fulfill her wishes. The responsibilites of the Commander will continue with me until I choose a successor.

[A pause, a breath as he composes his next words.]

The Palace of Landed Sky is closed to all petitioners until further notice. Without Eshai's power protecting it, this is no longer a safe haven for those that wish to speak its name, so do not risk it.

[For he already suspects that Malicant is behind this and will not have it invited in to make a pair of he and Eshai in death.

That brings him to the end of what he needed to announce and so he only offers one flat statement in closing.]


This changes nothing of your presence or purpose, so do not come beg of return. Those magicks are beyond me and my priority is determining what fool made the decision to kill her.
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[personal profile] crabmunicator
[Karkat appears on screen, looking like he's taken some efforts to make himself presentable, though his hair is as hopeless a mess as ever. That thing does what it wants. It's a monster. His expression is serious, though, and his tone is pretty sedate as he begins to speak.]

So I know I'm not the only person making this kind of post recently, but I kind of need to do this, so here I go adding another to the pile:

I need a job. And unlike a certain self-absorbed tool I'm not here to name - [Eridan, he means you.] - I'm not going to demand one on simple grounds of "I want one, so give it to me."

[Ahem.]

For things I've got experience with, I am a capable leader who led a team of twelve moronic and frustratingly stubborn trolls to victory in what has to be record time. In the interests of proper disclosure, this was not without some mistakes, but I learned from them and fully intend not to repeat their causes.

I'm experienced with sickle fighting and have taken down a ridiculous amount of creatures with them, both individually and while working with others, ranging all over the scale of size and power. I helped defeat something that should have been able to kill my team with voice alone, and that's without listing all the other stuff that made it ridiculously fucking powerful.

I'm good at coding viruses, but I somehow doubt that's going to get me a job, so whatever.

I like books and movies, so if there are any book stores or movie stores - does this place have movies? - I'd be open to those.

I've also got experience doling out romantic advice. Fair warning that this primarily revolved around the topic of troll romance, but I do have fair knowledge of the comparatively simple and stunted form that is human relationships, and am open to learning the intricacies of other systems. That's not even a job thing; it's downright fascinating and I am not here to receive arguments to the amount of "hurr hurr, you like romance!"

[He rolls his eyes, then returns to the serious look.]

Lastly, I'm not above more menial work if it comes down to it. So long as doing the job won't grind my think pan down into a fine paste to be extruded through the tiny holes of my auricular sponge clots, consider me open to the suggestion.

If you have questions, want details, shit like that, then go ahead and ask.

(OOC edit: In light of the plot development, I'm backdating this to yesterday, the 15th.)
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[ Jack's voice is quiet, nearly monotone and there are dark hollows under his eyes. ]

There's something you should know about the snow in the open areas between the domes. Some of the snow I make has magic in it, and what it does is make people more open to loosening up and playing around in it. It has to do with my center being Fun, it was never intended to hurt anyone but... it did.

Even though this time was an accident... it was also in the big snowfall last March. If you spent a lot of time outside that weekend, you probably got at least a little dose of it. A couple people already knew about this but I'm the one who should have said something before this. Long before, I was just--

I've already tried to break as much of the effect as I can between the three main domes, it should be mostly clear now and back to regular snow.

[ Which might explain the ill effect it seems to have had on him; he's been literally trying to undo the very essence of himself he expended into it. He takes a breath as though to add something else then apparently thinks better of it, reaching over and turning the console off. ]
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[personal profile] kelpful
[Unsurprisingly, Percy and Annabeth are together - it’s likely no one’s seen them apart from each other for the last month or so. He has his arm curled around her waist, holding her tightly to him.

They look absolutely shattered. If exhaustion had a definition, this would be it. But there’s something settled about the, especially Percy. He no longer looks like he’s going to rip somebody’s head off, even if he does seem like he’s on the verge of falling asleep]


We made it. [His voice is hoarse, like he’s been yelling, or crying, or maybe both.] Both of us, we made it through, the whole freaking way. It was - it wasn’t - we’re okay. That’s the main part.


[Though Annabeth’s slumped into and against him, the way she’s holding him, too, is just as tight and supporting. She laughs a little after he speaks, but the sound is just as hoarse, her voice the same way.] Probably worth mentioning we shut the Doors, too. [A beat.] With Hazel, but - you know, on our side. [Something dark flashes in her face, but it’s gone, replaced once more by a relieved sort of exhaustion.] And don’t raise the alarm if we’re gone for a week.

A week and three days, for some of us. [That same darkness shades his expression, but it disappears as he smiles down at Annabeth] This is gonna make like, no sense to most of them.

[She glances up, with a bit of a look.] I really don’t care at this point.

[And then she reaches out to turn off the feed, cutting right into and silencing the sounds of Percy’s tired laughter.]
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[Communicating via computers and video is still a relatively new concept to Steve, but most of the time he only needs to be shown how to do something once before he can pick it up and do it on his own. So while he might be sitting a bit too close to the webcam at first, he quickly corrects this by scooting back. Once he is satisfied with his position, he looks straight into the camera.]

My name is Steve Rogers. When I arrived here, they told me I was brought to this world to fight a war, but so far I haven't seen any other soldiers or been given any orders. If we're going up against this enemy, we're all going to have to be on the same page. Where's the nearest military base? I'd like to get in touch with whoever is in command.

[End feed.

No wait just kidding, he can't find the button that turns it off. Steve's brows draw together slightly as he moves the cursor around, clicking on things as he tries to close the camera program. Finally he hits the right one, and the video ends.]
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[The feed flickers on, though it shows an empty chair and one of kedan welcoming committee pointing at the console. After some barely audible directions, a face looms before the screen coming straight from the side. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a bearded grin appear in front of the console before looking back at the kedan.]

You are sure others can both see and hear me?

[After getting the affirmative, the armor clad figure (red cape and all) plops down on the chair and it begins to roll away due to the momentum of his sitting. The kedan chases after him and some small laughter can be heard as the blond man scoots the chair back into view. His voice is light and amused]

Spinny chair, indeed.

[Loudly, he clears his throat and suddenly his tone is deeper and he leans forward as if to catch the attention of any who might see this.]

Fellow foreigners from distant realms; I am Thor of Asgard, Son of Odin. These kedan have been most helpful of informing me about this Tu Vishan and the perils it faces. I will stand alongside any other warriors who are up to the task presented before us and shall fight as brothers in arms.

[A slightly awkward beat.]

Or brothers and sisters. [He just moves right along after his awkward correction.]

If there are any others from Asgard or from Midgard- er, Earth, whom I know or know me, then speak. A friendly face or voice would be most welcome.

[He turns in his chair to look at the kedan that was instructing him, asking what to do next. After some hurried explanation, Thor's looking in concentration as he finger pecks his way to cutting the feed.]
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[personal profile] hulkintraining
[It took Teddy a couple of hours to get his footing after the kedan dropped him off in the city. He had been experiencing information overload, not to mention feeling completely exhausted. That's why the first thing he did when he found his apartment was locate the bed and pass out. But he hadn't expected to sleep until the next day.

When he appears on the console screen his hair will be messy and sticking up at different angles like he just rolled out of bed. Which...he did. He smiles at whoever is watching and clears his throat.]


Ah, good morning. I'm Teddy Altman, and I arrived yesterday. I've gotten the big explanation about this place already, but I have a couple of questions for the rest of you.

First, does anyone know where I can find a really good cheeseburger? Do they have those here? I haven't done much exploring of the city yet, so feel free to recommend places for me to check out. Even if they don't have burgers. I'm willing to compromise.

I'm also wondering about this whole employment thing. What sort of jobs are available? Is anyone looking to hire a teenager without much skill? [Being a superhero is the only "job" he's ever had. But he's not sure how well it would go down if he mentioned that.]

[Once he's done asking his questions he goes silent for a moment or two. His grin slips away and his expression changes to one of complete seriousness.]

For my last question...I'm wondering if anyone has seen blonde woman, in her early thirties. She's wearing a matching blue outfit, shirt, skirt, and jacket. She...may refer to herself as Mrs. Altman. [The words taste like poison on his tongue. He doesn't want to believe she's here, but why wouldn't she be? She's powerful enough. Even worst he's probably giving himself away if she is here, but he can't just remain silent.] Anyways...if you see her, stay away from her. She's dangerous.
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Greetings. I am Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise, a Starfleet contingent of the United Federation of Planets. I understand that we are temporally isolated as well as spatially displaced and that this is not a subdivision of any one possible multiverse, neither a pocket dimension of any one universe, but a unique quantum singularity linking many and each possible variation thereof. If others here have scientific findings of this nature, I pre-emptively extend my gratitude in the event of any information being divulged.

[ AKA pls share ur theories. He's not human, in case anyone with eyes and ears missed the blatant memo staring them in the face, the approximation of what would happen were a dollop of raw science and a great jawline to get mixed with an elf in a blender. Spock pauses thoughtfully, glancing away, and a single slender brow arches when he looks back; there are likely a great deal of customs to be observed from numerous new species and races, none of which he seeks to offend. ]

It has been brought to my attention that this is not my first foray into Keeliai. While I would request that you exert a measure of patience with my ... freshly acquired outlook, you will find me amenable to revisiting former acquaintances. [ Again he hesitates, though this time it comes across as more of an amendment. If you've been hanging out with his BFF, prepare to explain why, how and to what end. ] Similarly, I wish to meet with any and all allies of Captain James T. Kirk at their earliest convenience.

All remaining Starfleet personnel are to submit a fully comprehensive report effective immediately regarding their time here. Audio will suffice, given the circumstances.

[ And off goes the feed. ]

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[personal profile] vdova
[ Natasha’s face on the screen is blank and unreadable, but for those that know her, she’s probably very unamused. She doesn’t like it when questions aren’t answered, and even less so when she’s actively told not to ask. It just makes her want to ask more.

But this line isn’t secure, and Natasha knows better than to push her luck this early on. Thinking of this like a mission is the easiest way to deal with it. ]
Hi. Natasha Romanoff. Stark, Banner, I’ve been told you’re here, so if you could check in, I’d appreciate it.

[ As for work, she’ll deal with that later. Right now, she has to get settled and get information from people who might actually give it to her. ]
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[personal profile] greyhatted
((OOC: ALL MY APOLOGIES to all who tagged Garcia's initial post! Soon after introing her my health exploded and it's been a very rough month. Anyone who wants to handwave or continue those threads PLEASE let me know and I am happy to!

Also I wrote this post riiiight before going to the hospital for 4 days, so if we could subtly gloss over the lateness and/or backdate threads that'd be awesome!))

***

[The woman on the screen probably looks familiar. Her bold makeup and brightly colored jewelry and clothing are similar to before, but gone is her blonde-with-streaks hair. Now she's a fabulous redhead. However, the starkly freaked tone and expression might ping a few memories. Also, the rambling.]

So, okay. Maybe I'm still a little green or newb-like whatever, but in my book it's not every day someone casually announces the almost imminent death of you and everyone you care about and all the worlds ever to the beginning and end of time. Yeah, I'm still freaked out about that. I don't think I've stopped freaking since I got here.

Here's the thing, though. I don't know if it'll do a lick of good since home's home and here's... whatever it is and I don't have any fantastical awesome powers beyond the realm of computer code, but here goes nuthin'. If anyone knows of any way a certifiably world-renowned hacker could be at all useful in the process of, you know, not getting killed, I'd be totally willing to help.

I also have a kickass fashion sense and I play a little ukelele and if anyone's into shameless flattery I can spread it nice and thick... not that I assume those are, like, in demand for the purposes of not dying, but I'm just. Throwing it out there. Really, I'm a fan of being not-dead so I'm not ruling anything out. Penelope Garcia, at your service.

If nothing else, I could use a legit paying gig because my wardrobe is sorely lacking. And if I'm gonna die I'd much rather do it while looking spectacular.
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[personal profile] aloadeddie
[With Ariadne most definitely gone - awake, presumably, though Arthur still can't figure out how she could've woken up but he still can't - Arthur is now alone in this place.

In some ways, being alone opens up certain possibilities that he wouldn't have considered available as long as others were here that he needed to protect. It's just him, and he knows how to look after himself, and he doesn't have to worry about keeping stories straight or anything like that.

Besides, the dream hasn't collapsed yet; what's a few more projections knowing some things?]


I want to get in touch with anyone who had knowledge of those archways in Sinbrilee. [He still disdains the whole idea of magic, but it's clearly a delusion he'll have to work with for the time being.] Especially the dreaming ones.

There are some, ah, tests that I'd like to run.