tushanshu | Entries tagged with † bruce wayne

[Hans’ expression is notably solemn as he pops up on the feed today. Grave times, right? Times he conveniently left himself out of ~~because his mun was late on the event train~~ because he’s not really seeing the benefit of involving himself. He’s always been better at standing back and saying the right things.

Hopefully he can still manage that now.]

This is certainly the reality check all of the newcomers needed, isn’t it? [He quirks a brow.] Does this sort of thing happen often? I knew we’d be dealing with things beyond us, but I had no idea it would be so sinister. Though I suppose any scheme that involves kidnapping mass amounts of people is bound to be.

[Ahem.] Regardless, if there’s anything I can do to provide assistance to those remaining here, please do not hesitate to ask me.

On an entirely different note, it might be naïve to ask- but at a time like this it might be nice to focus on the positives. Does anyone have any traditions from home they’d be interested in teaching me? Songs, customs, anything really. It’s fascinating to think we’ve all come so far but some of us barely know a thing about one another.

Whatever it is, I'm sure I'd love to hear it.

everylittlegirl

[The video clicks on to Hayley sitting at a console that is not at all her own. The observant, familiar, or technologically savvy might recognize it as Bart's. She's looking casually off screen, her attitude as if picking up in the middle of an existing conversation and not meaning to make a separate post. It is, of course, an act. She means it to seem unintentional because the person it's meant for will know it's not.]

I know what I said, but Hannibal being gone changes things and maybe- okay, not maybe: I agree. That's what you wanted, right? I'm not Luke or Lex. I'm not going to be a villain.

[She looks at the camera and gives a little shrug.]

Your turn, by the way.

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.

jailbreaks

[He thought a good night’s sleep would cure him from this weariness, but when he woke up in the room he remembered seeing in his dream well that was more than enough information to let him know this was real. It’s not the giant turtle that gets to him or even this sector with canals and fountains. No, it all reminds him of home. What gets him is him being drafted into some unknown war by some noble. That’s unreal. Maybe if he were a knight, it’d be different, but he discarded that idea some time ago.

Playing with the console he was taught how to use, he figured he may as well see if he can really transmit a message. If he was fooled, well, it’ll make him look like an idiot to anyone within an earshot of him. If he wasn’t, then this would be a good way to find some useful information.]

So, we’ve been brought here to fight a war, right? I’m sure that’s a question you’ve all heard lots of time from newbies like me. I get that, really, but shouldn’t I get some say in whether I want to fight? [His voice sounds weary, still tired from all this despite getting sleep. More or less finding displeasure in this situation.] Whatever, I’m stuck here, aren’t I? May as well do what I can. [Not that he sounds enthusiastic about this.]

Is there some sort of training facility around? I mean, if they want us to fight, we gotta keep up with our skills, right? If not, I’d love to have a sparring partner or two. [He grins at this point, excited at the thought of fighting otherworldy people. Are they strong? Can they actually put a scratch on him? If they can kick his ass then that’s even better. It’ll help Yuri get stronger.]

Also, I was told I needed to ‘find a job’. [He almost scoffs at this statement. The only jobs he’s had are guild jobs. Oh, and being a knight, but that didn’t go well.] I’m pretty handy with a sword and a spatula, so there’s my resume. [Cooking is even better because that gets him close to sweets to satiate his sweet tooth. He’d call that pretty even pay.]

Well, hope this went through. If not, then I probably made myself sound like an idiot trying. [He gives a lopsided grin, chuckling at the end as he’s trying to figure out how to send this and turn it off. After a few seconds of fumbling, he finally gets it.]

sophos

[It's Annabeth! A little less tired than she's been the last few months, but somehow a little more fidgety.]

Everyone knows we're basically here to fight that creature, right? I call him Mally, since saying his name is still dangerous unless properly warded. [A beat.] Thus far he's been impossible to kill, but not to defeat or pushback.

[She runs a hand through her hair, apparently not realizing she's just tugged out a handful of strands from her ponytail.] What I want to know is - what we know about that. About all the other times he's been stopped in the past.

It seems kind of stupid to keep hoarding it, since we all have a stake in what happens. [Hahaha that's funny Annabeth, with what she's potentially sitting on. Mages more powerful than Eshai and sketchy allies, how do they work??] People have been sacrificed to stop him before - Emperor Eshai's sister among them, to extend the life of another turtle, Asti's sister Sinbrilee. Mally was trapped in someone's body and torn to pieces at least once, too. If we need to stop him permanently, we need to know what works and what doesn't.

[Tapping her fingers absently on the desk in front of her rn.] About a year ago, when the turtle dove underwater, the barrier was breached by reanimated corpses - jiangshi - and it's more than likely Mally was responsible. Eshai believed so herself. The creature primarily works through manipulation and subtleness, rather than flash and spotlights. He might be laying low as of late, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's doing nothing.

[Maybe she just wants as many people as possible to know whatever they can, because the more people who can be proactive, the less she has to do the same. And maybe she wants to compare to what Eva's told her, too, before deciding how to go about dealing with it.]

mythically

( diana is seated at one of the consoles in a café when the video feed begins. it seems she’s already gone a bit native—there’s a kedan-style cloak draped around her shoulders, apparently all she needs to keep warm. still, the glint of gold from her armor is perfectly visible, as is the tiara set amongst her dark curls. she’s making no pretense of who she is, should anyone be able to recognize her.

she lifts a hand in simple greeting, smiling. she’s perfectly calm, though anyone who knows her well can probably sense just a bit of tension in the set of her shoulders, the way her eyes are focused. )

There’s many of you here that I know. And many more that I do not.

My name is Diana, and while I’m newly arrived I believe I’ve gotten most of the basics of the situation. It seems you’ve all been busy, recently.

( there’s nothing mocking about her words, and her smile is genuine and honest. she pauses, for a moment, as though to give her audience a breather. then, she continues— )

I’m sure there’s a lot to be done, and I’m willing to offer my assistance to anyone who should need it. But first, I would like to be better acquainted with all of you. If we’ve met before, I’m sure you’ll come and say hello. And if we haven’t, it’s never too soon for introductions.

( both before and after this broadcast and subsequent conversations, diana will be flying over the same café. in effect, she’s using herself as a beacon. feel free to run into her in person if you’d prefer. )

detectus

[Lydia turns on the feed looking nothing but business. Her hair and make up are done and she is holding a notebook and pen as if prepared to take notes.]

Okay.

I've had enough of sitting around, feeling sad, and dealing with everyone's teen-slash-young adult interpersonal drama. Somehow, I've ended up the girl everyone goes and cries to in my friend group. Definitely never asked for that.

So time for a job. Stark and Wayne are the big employers on the turtle, of course, but I need just a little more information before applying [Actually Erica told her about both Wayne and Stark but... who needs to bring up those who have left?]

Since I haven't seen any recruiters hopping about, I need a representative from Wayne and Stark to come and report their current projects, hours, competitive rates of pay, benefits including but not limited: paid vacation, 401K benefits, sick days, dental, and yearly bonuses.

As for my resume, I'll let my 5.0 GPA and graduate level Calculus speak for itself. Just drop me an equation. Or for chemistry, give me access to a lab and I'll show you what I can do.

[She taps her pencil against the console and then sighs.]

On top of a job, I need some recommendations for something to do around here. When your hobby is shopping and you have extremely limited funds, shopping ends up being much less fun than it used to be. So if anyone wants to come over and teach me knitting, I won't say no. Oh, the doors that boredom will open.

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....

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.']

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 )

inseine

[A man whom the citizens of Tu Vishan might have glimpsed on occasion fixes a piercing, sharp gaze into the feed. The man is incredibly neat, uncharacteristically clean-shaven, and stern almost to the point of lacking any emotional inflection.

--Save for an unusual trembling tic in his lip when he speaks, and the slight off-center tie of his neck scarf. That indicated, to anyone close enough to be familiar with his habits, that some tremendous excitement boils within him. A hunger sparks deep in his pupils. He speaks at last after a few moments' pause, as if to let the gravity of his expression sink in, and his tone is curt, blunt, and commanding.]

I am looking for any man or woman interested in the case of the recently slashed Madame Emperor.

Who is working on it immediately? I have got the precinct local dossier; so do many of you. But I am sure there are people that have seen more than that. I tell you now to come forward, do not keep it quiet. It is a useless waste to keep the investigations separate. Let us pool the evidence and put our skulls together.

My name is Javert. I am somewhat familiar with kedan police policies, I have spent some time with them. You must call for me quick. I will speak with any that have got something to add.

aloadeddie

[Arthur's message is short and to-the-point today. No muss, no fuss.]

Any egg-sitters concerned about "Robin's" idea about the eggs being some kind of sinister plant intended to infiltrate our minds - I can train people in certain kinds of subconscious security which should help prevent that kind of thing from happening.

Contact me if that's something you think you want. If you don't know me already, my name is Arthur.

[That's it. He's been here long enough that he's way past dealing with formalities, or even much secrecy about what he does. Almost no one seems to care, after all. Why should they, with so many people throwing around superpowers and magic?]

una_persson

[Video post. The first thing you'll see is a metal domino mask, in shape something like this crossed with this, a diamond pattern etched into the surface. Then she lowers the mask, revealing her own face.]

So many things I'm not sure what to make of. These mysterious bits of metal, for instance. I've spoken to at least one other person for whom it's taken the shape of some familiar object. Has anyone heard anything interesting about it? [She twirls the mask in her hands.] Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret having picked this up? [Her slightly aggrieved tone is mostly put on for comic effect, but she is a bit concerned.]

( Private messages to: The Emperor, Orion, and Team ASS )

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'.

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?

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.

demon_brat

Good morning.

I believe most of you are aware of the recent... problem that some of the foreigners had, recently, becoming invisible and losing some aspect of who they are, whether physical or otherwise.

I have two questions regarding that, in an attempt to find out what happened, why, and how it can possible be prevented in the future. Of course, the primary theory for a reason is that disorder in Keeliai weakens the turtle and gives more power to the threat to it, or some variation thereof, but maybe that is imprecise - or not specific enough.

The questions are:

First, are any of you still afflicted by whatever you lost when you got shifted from phase? If not, did you notice something peculiar before, around the time of, or after the problem discontinued?

Second, [ and Damian holds up a sketch, police-style but executed very, very well, of a youngish, dark skinned kedan man, about 25-30, drawn from the description of the old couple running the museum and confirmed by them, ] have any of you seen or talked with this man? Whether you were affected by the occurrence or not.

My name is Damian Wayne, I will be here, at the [ name of the cafe ] in Earth sector until noon, feel free to find me here or ask to meet somewhere else later, if you are unwilling to discuss your answers over the consoles.

Thank you for your time.

agentx13

Hello, again. For those who may not know me, my name is Sharon Carter. Back home, I was a government agent. I know everyone's busy with the cold and the disappearances, so I'll try not to take as little of your time as possible.

In short, if you know anything about the killings in recent months, I'd like to speak with you.

skybluejeep

[Stiles, already a big believer in layers, is wearing two sweaters, a jacket, a scarf, and even though you can't see it, has his blanket draped across his lap. He looks like what a cartoonist believes appropriate cold weather clothes looks like. Or, no, he look like Randie in A Christmas Story! Yes.]

Okay, why is it cold as balls right now? I'm from California. I'm not used to this. This is completely unacceptable. If I wanted to live like this, I'd move to freakin' Alaska and cuddle up with a polar bear. I'm going to get frostbite. Things are going to start falling off my body because of this, I know it.

Bryn, I'm calling out sick for the duration of this because if I go outside I'm going to drop dead. Of ice. I'm going to turn into an abominable snowman after all, and this time it won't be a joke.

Petition to make the turtle swim to Tahiti, sign below, thanks.

Tu Shanshu

002 [video]

eleven : everybody's looking for something [BART'S CONSOLE]

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3rd Proverb - Video;

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001 - video

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VIDEO || Javert wastes zero time

007; video;

004 - “Better the myth of happiness,” Harlequin murmured, “than the myth of despair.”

♒ 4th Video

For your kindness I'm in debt to you

007 - Audio

video; from a cafe, not anonymous.

003 || [video]

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