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imaginate[ Curtly: ]
Morning. Kyle Rayner; Green Lantern Corps. I’ve been here fifteen months. For those of you new here, hi.
[ He inhales, bites his lip, glad it’s an audio feed, before continuing evenly: ]
So, the stuff they feed us about there being three planes isn’t BS. [ a faintly amused noise ] We’re on the Life plane. The others are Death, and Dreaming, and they’re accessible with the right gateway. Our enemy is said to live in the Death plane and control the environment there. We can’t recreate the original portals we found when the turtle stopped at Sinbrilee, but even so I wouldn’t really recommend sightseeing [ unless someone’s highly inclined towards raising hell, but Kyle doesn’t mention that, not even as a joke. ]. The Dreaming plane seems pretty harmless so far. We’ve done some exploring, here’s what we’ve got:
1. Any injuries you sustain there won’t heal automatically when you come back. We don’t know about dying but if you can get hurt there, you can die there too.
2. It changes depending on your subconscious. If someone else is in there with you, they can affect your environment if they try hard enough. I’d advise building some mental defences: meditation, et cetera… especially if you’re from a world that doesn’t have telepaths. If you need a hand with this, call me.
3. Eating and drinking works normally.
4. Powers - any kind - don’t work reliably and sometimes don’t work at all. Neither does technology.
5. You can enter and leave using different gateways no problem, doesn’t matter how far apart they are, but if you’ve only got the one, I’d say use it to get out. There’s plenty more gateways than the ones we got for research, but we don’t know where they are, and for all you know you could end up at one on the ocean floor.
6. The runes for all gateways have to be exact. Scraping one, even barely, shuts it down.
7. Don’t fall asleep there. You get stuck in your own nightmares - or somebody else’s - and it’s a pain in the ass to get out.
8. If something lives there, it’s pretty good at hiding.
9. Time’s much slower. A few days there could mean a few minutes here.
[ Beat. ]
If anybody else has got research they’d like to share, we’d appreciate hearing it.
[ click. ]
[100% encrypted | PRIVATE TO: ARTHUR CURRY, AYA, BILLY COSTIGAN, BUCKY BARNES (MCU), CLARK KENT, CONNOR HAWKE, DAMIAN WAYNE, DICK GRAYSON, GAIUS SEPTIMUS, JAIME REYES, & SHARON CARTER.]
I’m coming by with the full report. I’d appreciate your thoughts on it; let’s try to keep this stuff off-network. Our enemy has the advantage. - GL 2814.4
[ The message is hand-delivered. Included are Kyle’s sketches from Mark’s description regarding the previous batch of heroes present in Keeliai: a rough drawing of the being Tele, a tree-like creature, gesticulating, captioned as “tree people??”. There’s sketch of a woman with harsh features, one leg, and a cane. Several maps, too, showing campaigns; one describing an assault on the Death plane, and a final description at the end regarding the explosions destroying the city. ]
[ After a while, he also sends a copy to movie!Hal Jordan, but puts it in a sealed envelope and leaves before the man opens the door. ]
Morning. Kyle Rayner; Green Lantern Corps. I’ve been here fifteen months. For those of you new here, hi.
[ He inhales, bites his lip, glad it’s an audio feed, before continuing evenly: ]
So, the stuff they feed us about there being three planes isn’t BS. [ a faintly amused noise ] We’re on the Life plane. The others are Death, and Dreaming, and they’re accessible with the right gateway. Our enemy is said to live in the Death plane and control the environment there. We can’t recreate the original portals we found when the turtle stopped at Sinbrilee, but even so I wouldn’t really recommend sightseeing [ unless someone’s highly inclined towards raising hell, but Kyle doesn’t mention that, not even as a joke. ]. The Dreaming plane seems pretty harmless so far. We’ve done some exploring, here’s what we’ve got:
1. Any injuries you sustain there won’t heal automatically when you come back. We don’t know about dying but if you can get hurt there, you can die there too.
2. It changes depending on your subconscious. If someone else is in there with you, they can affect your environment if they try hard enough. I’d advise building some mental defences: meditation, et cetera… especially if you’re from a world that doesn’t have telepaths. If you need a hand with this, call me.
3. Eating and drinking works normally.
4. Powers - any kind - don’t work reliably and sometimes don’t work at all. Neither does technology.
5. You can enter and leave using different gateways no problem, doesn’t matter how far apart they are, but if you’ve only got the one, I’d say use it to get out. There’s plenty more gateways than the ones we got for research, but we don’t know where they are, and for all you know you could end up at one on the ocean floor.
6. The runes for all gateways have to be exact. Scraping one, even barely, shuts it down.
7. Don’t fall asleep there. You get stuck in your own nightmares - or somebody else’s - and it’s a pain in the ass to get out.
8. If something lives there, it’s pretty good at hiding.
9. Time’s much slower. A few days there could mean a few minutes here.
[ Beat. ]
If anybody else has got research they’d like to share, we’d appreciate hearing it.
[ click. ]
[100% encrypted | PRIVATE TO: ARTHUR CURRY, AYA, BILLY COSTIGAN, BUCKY BARNES (MCU), CLARK KENT, CONNOR HAWKE, DAMIAN WAYNE, DICK GRAYSON, GAIUS SEPTIMUS, JAIME REYES, & SHARON CARTER.]
I’m coming by with the full report. I’d appreciate your thoughts on it; let’s try to keep this stuff off-network. Our enemy has the advantage. - GL 2814.4
[ The message is hand-delivered. Included are Kyle’s sketches from Mark’s description regarding the previous batch of heroes present in Keeliai: a rough drawing of the being Tele, a tree-like creature, gesticulating, captioned as “tree people??”. There’s sketch of a woman with harsh features, one leg, and a cane. Several maps, too, showing campaigns; one describing an assault on the Death plane, and a final description at the end regarding the explosions destroying the city. ]
[ After a while, he also sends a copy to movie!Hal Jordan, but puts it in a sealed envelope and leaves before the man opens the door. ]
1st Gear | Video
March 22nd, 2014 17:58deusrexmachina[The feed clicks on as Rex sits back in his chair, goggles hanging down around his neck and arms folded across his chest. He looks a little annoyed.]
Okay. So. Back of a giant turtle. War against some dude whose name we're not supposed to say. Get a job. The basics of the situation, right?
I gotta admit, ending up in some city that looks like it's part of an MMORPG was not where I thought I'd be after my day got off to such a great start. But seriously, who would think that? And not gonna lie, I did wonder for a while if maybe this is all some whacked out dream after taking a hit to the head in the middle of a fight.
[He shrugs, sighs and runs one hand back through his hair before sitting forward.]
Anyway. Since it seems like I might be here for a while...
My name's Rex Salazar. I happen to be really good with machines if anyone knows of any job openings around here that have to do with stuff like that. I've also done work as a bodyguard before. Fighting monsters and catching criminals? Got tons of experience with all that, too. I'm been assigned a place in the Metal Sector if that helps.
[Going quiet a moment, his frustrated expression becomes thoughtful. Maybe even a little hopeful.]
Also, while I realize this is probably a long shot? If there's a guy by the name of Six here, I'd appreciate it if someone would let me know if he's around. Doctor Holiday, too. Both or either of them. Or anyone from Providence, really.
Okay. So. Back of a giant turtle. War against some dude whose name we're not supposed to say. Get a job. The basics of the situation, right?
I gotta admit, ending up in some city that looks like it's part of an MMORPG was not where I thought I'd be after my day got off to such a great start. But seriously, who would think that? And not gonna lie, I did wonder for a while if maybe this is all some whacked out dream after taking a hit to the head in the middle of a fight.
[He shrugs, sighs and runs one hand back through his hair before sitting forward.]
Anyway. Since it seems like I might be here for a while...
My name's Rex Salazar. I happen to be really good with machines if anyone knows of any job openings around here that have to do with stuff like that. I've also done work as a bodyguard before. Fighting monsters and catching criminals? Got tons of experience with all that, too. I'm been assigned a place in the Metal Sector if that helps.
[Going quiet a moment, his frustrated expression becomes thoughtful. Maybe even a little hopeful.]
Also, while I realize this is probably a long shot? If there's a guy by the name of Six here, I'd appreciate it if someone would let me know if he's around. Doctor Holiday, too. Both or either of them. Or anyone from Providence, really.
demon_brat[ Damian's a little pale, but composed enough. Only something in his eyes seems a little too tired for a twelve-year-old. ]
For those who got to know him here, Bean is no longer in Keeliai. If he has undertaken any obligations, I shall do my best to honor them in his stead.
Damian Wayne out.
For those who got to know him here, Bean is no longer in Keeliai. If he has undertaken any obligations, I shall do my best to honor them in his stead.
Damian Wayne out.
➢ 003 | VIDEO
March 15th, 2014 23:50looksfine[Those who may have noticed Aya's (physical) absence since everyone's adventures in the bottle will be relieved to see the young Artificial Intelligence alive, well, and...perhaps a bit shinier than usual.]
[She had been experimenting with a new teflon glaze coating.]
[In addition, her petite form was nearly lost in the soft knitted sweater she was wearing. Completely hand-made, of course, and identical save for the individual size specifications of those presented to each and every employee of Stark Industries. (Everyone was welcome, by the way.) Unique to her ensemble, however, was the hat adorning her head as well. Aya being...well...Aya, of course, she says nothing about either of her current fashion choices. Oh, no. She has far more interesting topics to discuss with the Network this day.]
I have been devoting a significant percentage of my research time to studying the navigational methods employed by our current living situation in an effort to possibly discern not only where precisely we are located in this world, relative both to its known land masses and possibly other worlds surrounding it, but also in hopes of developing a better system in which we, as individuals, may easier travel.
Currently, the barrier surrounding our host reptile has limited maneuverability within the parameters of the city. However, this also presents something of a interesting situation.
It is my understanding that the turtle--particularly species native to the planet Earth--is a being in possession of internal sensors that allow them to detect the two opposite ends of any given planet's magnetic fields. Obviously, these are most prevalent in distinguishing between polar North and South; however, in many cases, it can be said that the minute changes in angular degrees longitude may also allow them to determine distances traveling East to West. I believe this is how the one known as Asti is capable of navigating through this world's waters. If that is the case, then relative to this world, we are in too constant a movement to accurately develop a magnetic-based system of direction, as this would be ever changing and thus, useless. What may be Magnetic North one day could be North-North West the next.
Even when engaged in inter-planetary travels, the calculations necessary in order to safely engage a ship's Warp Drive were based on the pre-established constant of Sector Zero, and a certain planet identified as the center of the universe. From there, it was a matter of placing into the equation each known planet located in the relative path traveled, as well as their respective orbits, gravitational fields, magnetic fields, and any other recorded anomalies that could be potentially detrimental to our safety in flight. These are not figures I am currently in possession of at this time.
[A pause. While it may seem to many--or, rather, anybody who's miraculously been able to follow Aya's train of thought until now--that she has stumbled upon a mental block, Aya does not appear frustrated at all. If anything, the hypothetical conundrum is amusing to her.]
I suppose what my intentions of conveying at this time are a curiosity as to how many individuals on the Turtle are able to navigate beyond visual memory and typical "landmark" associations with familiar streets.
Perhaps, then, I may be able to develop a better way for new arrivals to accurately find their way around.
[She had been experimenting with a new teflon glaze coating.]
[In addition, her petite form was nearly lost in the soft knitted sweater she was wearing. Completely hand-made, of course, and identical save for the individual size specifications of those presented to each and every employee of Stark Industries. (Everyone was welcome, by the way.) Unique to her ensemble, however, was the hat adorning her head as well. Aya being...well...Aya, of course, she says nothing about either of her current fashion choices. Oh, no. She has far more interesting topics to discuss with the Network this day.]
I have been devoting a significant percentage of my research time to studying the navigational methods employed by our current living situation in an effort to possibly discern not only where precisely we are located in this world, relative both to its known land masses and possibly other worlds surrounding it, but also in hopes of developing a better system in which we, as individuals, may easier travel.
Currently, the barrier surrounding our host reptile has limited maneuverability within the parameters of the city. However, this also presents something of a interesting situation.
It is my understanding that the turtle--particularly species native to the planet Earth--is a being in possession of internal sensors that allow them to detect the two opposite ends of any given planet's magnetic fields. Obviously, these are most prevalent in distinguishing between polar North and South; however, in many cases, it can be said that the minute changes in angular degrees longitude may also allow them to determine distances traveling East to West. I believe this is how the one known as Asti is capable of navigating through this world's waters. If that is the case, then relative to this world, we are in too constant a movement to accurately develop a magnetic-based system of direction, as this would be ever changing and thus, useless. What may be Magnetic North one day could be North-North West the next.
Even when engaged in inter-planetary travels, the calculations necessary in order to safely engage a ship's Warp Drive were based on the pre-established constant of Sector Zero, and a certain planet identified as the center of the universe. From there, it was a matter of placing into the equation each known planet located in the relative path traveled, as well as their respective orbits, gravitational fields, magnetic fields, and any other recorded anomalies that could be potentially detrimental to our safety in flight. These are not figures I am currently in possession of at this time.
[A pause. While it may seem to many--or, rather, anybody who's miraculously been able to follow Aya's train of thought until now--that she has stumbled upon a mental block, Aya does not appear frustrated at all. If anything, the hypothetical conundrum is amusing to her.]
I suppose what my intentions of conveying at this time are a curiosity as to how many individuals on the Turtle are able to navigate beyond visual memory and typical "landmark" associations with familiar streets.
Perhaps, then, I may be able to develop a better way for new arrivals to accurately find their way around.
ruinsprofessor[The woman’s white hair is a shaggy mess, still slightly damp; her expression is pensive, even calm considering the sudden change in locale and the heavy infodump regarding the current situation. Well, it’s not like other worlds are entirely a new idea to her, anyway.]
My name is Raine Sage. I'm newly arrived here, perhaps obviously. I suppose I should start by saying that I’m skilled with healing artes, and if anyone here has need of such things, you should seek me out. Yes, even if it’s in the middle of the night. [The ghost of a rueful smile. What can you do? Teenagers especially don’t care to be convenient about when they get injured.] As I understand it, danger is becoming more and more prominent, and sleep is easier to reclaim than life.
On that note, from what I've heard so far, the scope of the problem currently facing this world seems astronomical, to say the least. I’m not yet sure where to start, but I intend to render my assistance in any way possible. [An invitation, perhaps, to suggest applications for her intellect. They just fixed their world. The too-well-named evil here will simply have to be stopped before it can follow anyone home. She’ll stake her life for that.]
And, of course, if there's anyone out there who traveled with us, or knew of the Chosen, Colette, I would welcome a familiar face. [The fate of the known universe aside, it’s hard to be by yourself when you’ve become accustomed to company. A heavy exhalation.]
[Then, a complete aside, half to herself:] ...now, what was it I heard them saying about ruins...
[She may have to be dissuaded from mounting a full-scale expedition.]
My name is Raine Sage. I'm newly arrived here, perhaps obviously. I suppose I should start by saying that I’m skilled with healing artes, and if anyone here has need of such things, you should seek me out. Yes, even if it’s in the middle of the night. [The ghost of a rueful smile. What can you do? Teenagers especially don’t care to be convenient about when they get injured.] As I understand it, danger is becoming more and more prominent, and sleep is easier to reclaim than life.
On that note, from what I've heard so far, the scope of the problem currently facing this world seems astronomical, to say the least. I’m not yet sure where to start, but I intend to render my assistance in any way possible. [An invitation, perhaps, to suggest applications for her intellect. They just fixed their world. The too-well-named evil here will simply have to be stopped before it can follow anyone home. She’ll stake her life for that.]
And, of course, if there's anyone out there who traveled with us, or knew of the Chosen, Colette, I would welcome a familiar face. [The fate of the known universe aside, it’s hard to be by yourself when you’ve become accustomed to company. A heavy exhalation.]
[Then, a complete aside, half to herself:] ...now, what was it I heard them saying about ruins...
[She may have to be dissuaded from mounting a full-scale expedition.]
01 | video
February 25th, 2014 16:44burnseternal[Good afternoon, everyone. Today, your console has been graced with the presence of one distinctly alien face. The smile he directs at the camera is both gentle and pleasant, though his black eyes are utterly unreadable.
Musingly:] I was told that I was brought here to fight a war against a foe we are not permitted to name, though first I am to procure employment so that I may stay in the comfortable accommodations that have been made for me. [These comfortable accommodations are, in fact, in the Water Sector. They're not luxurious to many, but they certainly are to him.] Which is very odd indeed! In the midst of a war, I had expected something a bit more... sparse.
[He pauses, gaze diverted out the window to where he knows people and a bustling city await further exploration, but he returns his attentions to the screen shortly thereafter.]
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Saint Walker. The people that had welcomed me into this place have been informative, but I'm inclined to seek out alternative sources, and so I turn to you. If you have any information or advice about this place, you would have my thanks. Or, of course, if you've any information about employment. I'm afraid I haven't had a job in the traditional sense in quite some time.
Musingly:] I was told that I was brought here to fight a war against a foe we are not permitted to name, though first I am to procure employment so that I may stay in the comfortable accommodations that have been made for me. [These comfortable accommodations are, in fact, in the Water Sector. They're not luxurious to many, but they certainly are to him.] Which is very odd indeed! In the midst of a war, I had expected something a bit more... sparse.
[He pauses, gaze diverted out the window to where he knows people and a bustling city await further exploration, but he returns his attentions to the screen shortly thereafter.]
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Saint Walker. The people that had welcomed me into this place have been informative, but I'm inclined to seek out alternative sources, and so I turn to you. If you have any information or advice about this place, you would have my thanks. Or, of course, if you've any information about employment. I'm afraid I haven't had a job in the traditional sense in quite some time.
001 [Video - OTA]
February 23rd, 2014 17:2212goingon113[The feed clicks to life even as Aang is settling himself back down into the chair opposite the console. He's not a big kid to begin with, but there's something about his posture that makes him look even smaller than his usual scrawny self. Perhaps it's the overall lack of enthusiasm to his movements, or the fact that his eyes are red-rimmed, as if he'd recently stopped crying.
Either way, he doesn't look like happy camper.]
Hi. I'm Aang. I just...Toph was here a lot longer than I've been, and she knows way more people than I do. I'm sure I haven't even met a good number of you, which is why I'm using this to let you know that...she's not here anymore.
[He pauses, turning towards something off camera. Something that makes him smile in spite of his sadness. For those that'd recognize it, there's a slight background chittering of a flying lemur.]
Thanks for the reminder, Buddy.
[Aang looks back at the console.]
If there's something you might like to remember her by, let me know. Though...I should warn you, the stuffed badgermole has already been spoken for.
Either way, he doesn't look like happy camper.]
Hi. I'm Aang. I just...Toph was here a lot longer than I've been, and she knows way more people than I do. I'm sure I haven't even met a good number of you, which is why I'm using this to let you know that...she's not here anymore.
[He pauses, turning towards something off camera. Something that makes him smile in spite of his sadness. For those that'd recognize it, there's a slight background chittering of a flying lemur.]
Thanks for the reminder, Buddy.
[Aang looks back at the console.]
If there's something you might like to remember her by, let me know. Though...I should warn you, the stuffed badgermole has already been spoken for.
bludhavenknight[Dick is at the console in Jason's apartment, since there are good reasons for him to still be there (like going through his things). And maybe he looks kind of tired, but he was working late so there is also a good reason for that.]
This is my first time making one of these, and here's hoping that it's going to be my last. [He sighs, scratching his head for a second.]
But Jason Todd is gone, for those of you who knew him. [He knows it's not exactly a large number.] I'm sorry that I have to let people know that; like I said, I hope this is the last time I have to do this.
[But he's aware that it probably isn't. That's all he has right now.]
( 100% Batcryption for Batfam )
[An hour later, Dick comes back on the network, and now he doesn't just look tired; he looks really tired.]
I shouldn't have said anything about that being my last. [He frowns, swallowing hard.] For those who knew her, Shayera Hol is also gone, I've just found out.
[He's really going to miss her, and he can't even begin to imagine the pain of someone else.] I think that's all for right now.
This is my first time making one of these, and here's hoping that it's going to be my last. [He sighs, scratching his head for a second.]
But Jason Todd is gone, for those of you who knew him. [He knows it's not exactly a large number.] I'm sorry that I have to let people know that; like I said, I hope this is the last time I have to do this.
[But he's aware that it probably isn't. That's all he has right now.]
( 100% Batcryption for Batfam )
[An hour later, Dick comes back on the network, and now he doesn't just look tired; he looks really tired.]
I shouldn't have said anything about that being my last. [He frowns, swallowing hard.] For those who knew her, Shayera Hol is also gone, I've just found out.
[He's really going to miss her, and he can't even begin to imagine the pain of someone else.] I think that's all for right now.
008 ✞ [VIDEO]
January 30th, 2014 08:05unetrustworthy[It took nearly three tries after stumbling out of bed for Midii to remember the proper button-pushing procedures, and clearly even longer to realize (and subsequently not care) that her hair was still a mess. A mess she was now publicly broadcasting, completely with a stiffened yawn and weary rub at her eyes.]
[Still clinging to the 24+ hours sleep she had unexpectedly succumbed to, her voice was groggy. Her mind, unfocused. Her words, uncensored.]
I fell asleep in the park. I think. But then I woke up here. I...don't remember anything else since then.
[There had been...a little girl crying. She remembered that much. What happened to that little girl? The paranoia began to sink in, and despite herself, she visibly frowned. Suddenly nervous.]
Is this another one of those magic things that keep happening around here?
((ooc: Midii was one of the people attacked by Bakura's summons. Her memories are a bit groggy at the moment, but as time passes, she might remember more and more of the incident.))
[Still clinging to the 24+ hours sleep she had unexpectedly succumbed to, her voice was groggy. Her mind, unfocused. Her words, uncensored.]
I fell asleep in the park. I think. But then I woke up here. I...don't remember anything else since then.
[There had been...a little girl crying. She remembered that much. What happened to that little girl? The paranoia began to sink in, and despite herself, she visibly frowned. Suddenly nervous.]
Is this another one of those magic things that keep happening around here?
((ooc: Midii was one of the people attacked by Bakura's summons. Her memories are a bit groggy at the moment, but as time passes, she might remember more and more of the incident.))
myownbestfriend[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.]
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.]
bindsthedead[When Sabriel's face shows up on the screen, it's even paler than normal, and the dark circles under her eyes are clearly visible.]
I need to know if anyone here has any knowledge of the Realm of Death in this world beyond what we were able to find out in Sinbrilee. [A pause.] Please. It will be of considerable help in dealing with the Enemy.
And for those of you who have arrived since it attempted to attack the turtle- do not underestimate it. Do not speak its name. It is every bit as dangerous as you were told it was, and possibly more. And it can corrupt people's minds- or possess them outright. And it is not going to be stopped by guns, or swords, or the simpler forms of magic. We must find a way to destroy or bind it, or it may follow us back to our own worlds, and do there what it has already done here.
We need to keep the turtles safe. They're- they're babies, and they represent this world's best hope for recovery. Aside from the turtle whose shell we stand on, they are the last of their kind.
( Locked to Evandau )
( Locked to Asshole Secret Service )
( Locked to students )
( Locked to Amon )
I need to know if anyone here has any knowledge of the Realm of Death in this world beyond what we were able to find out in Sinbrilee. [A pause.] Please. It will be of considerable help in dealing with the Enemy.
And for those of you who have arrived since it attempted to attack the turtle- do not underestimate it. Do not speak its name. It is every bit as dangerous as you were told it was, and possibly more. And it can corrupt people's minds- or possess them outright. And it is not going to be stopped by guns, or swords, or the simpler forms of magic. We must find a way to destroy or bind it, or it may follow us back to our own worlds, and do there what it has already done here.
We need to keep the turtles safe. They're- they're babies, and they represent this world's best hope for recovery. Aside from the turtle whose shell we stand on, they are the last of their kind.
( Locked to Evandau )
( Locked to Asshole Secret Service )
( Locked to students )
( Locked to Amon )
008 - Video
January 13th, 2014 22:25justlittle[Oh look, it's Bean's first video post. He's slowly becoming more comfortable with letting people see who he is, and if this proposition is going to work, it's only fair that he shows people who they're dealing with up front.]
Hello. My name is Bean, and I'd like to offer my services teaching people to read and write English. [He's offered before, but in text and audio forms. Perhaps those didn't reach as wide an audience.] I realize that I am young, but I assure you I am knowledgeable and a sufficient teacher. Besides, we all need work here, and this is the main thing I can offer. I am fluent in a number of other languages, but English seems to be the most common here.
If you are interested, you may reply here or to my personal inbox, if you are concerned with privacy.
Thank you.
Hello. My name is Bean, and I'd like to offer my services teaching people to read and write English. [He's offered before, but in text and audio forms. Perhaps those didn't reach as wide an audience.] I realize that I am young, but I assure you I am knowledgeable and a sufficient teacher. Besides, we all need work here, and this is the main thing I can offer. I am fluent in a number of other languages, but English seems to be the most common here.
If you are interested, you may reply here or to my personal inbox, if you are concerned with privacy.
Thank you.
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.
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.
15104[Russell looks markedly out of place in his scruffy, well darned clothes, against the clean, empty suite behind him. His hair is messy, falling a little into his eyes, which are wide and nervous. He's looking a little haggard, and still in shock.]
Uh. Yeah, so. They said this was like my own private radio or somethin'. Don't really have anything much to say... [he coughs.] I think I just got Shanghaied into fighting this war against, well. I can't say his name can I?
[He sighs and pushes his hair back off his face.]
I guess, if anyone needs any... there any industry on this. Turtle? [He sounds unsure.] Is that right? [Laughs]. This is stupid.
*CLICK*
Uh. Yeah, so. They said this was like my own private radio or somethin'. Don't really have anything much to say... [he coughs.] I think I just got Shanghaied into fighting this war against, well. I can't say his name can I?
[He sighs and pushes his hair back off his face.]
I guess, if anyone needs any... there any industry on this. Turtle? [He sounds unsure.] Is that right? [Laughs]. This is stupid.
*CLICK*
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January 4th, 2014 15:32ixissomeone plese explain how these buttons are[practicl for siomeone with uust one hand//?
[It’s a few moments after the text is received that a video entry pops up instead. Naugus’ scowling face takes up most of the screen, as he appears to be leaning close and examining it. He seems to not be aware the video feed is already live and functional. A fingertip taps at the glass before he finally sits back to a more reasonable distance. He's an odd-looking figure, with his bat ears, plentiful sharp teeth, horned forehead and long beard. The wizard clears his throat, still scowling.]
I suppose this will have to suffice for now. But really, whoever is behind these planks with lettered buttons on them CLEARLY did not account for something like this.
[Naugus lifts his left hand to reveal that it's instead a crab-like claw. He snaps it twice for illustrative emphasis before lowering it again.]
Ehhn. That aside, I am quite interested in learning what other, aheh, 'heroes' have been summoned to this realm. Feel free to make yourself known and I will deign to do the same.
[It’s a few moments after the text is received that a video entry pops up instead. Naugus’ scowling face takes up most of the screen, as he appears to be leaning close and examining it. He seems to not be aware the video feed is already live and functional. A fingertip taps at the glass before he finally sits back to a more reasonable distance. He's an odd-looking figure, with his bat ears, plentiful sharp teeth, horned forehead and long beard. The wizard clears his throat, still scowling.]
I suppose this will have to suffice for now. But really, whoever is behind these planks with lettered buttons on them CLEARLY did not account for something like this.
[Naugus lifts his left hand to reveal that it's instead a crab-like claw. He snaps it twice for illustrative emphasis before lowering it again.]
Ehhn. That aside, I am quite interested in learning what other, aheh, 'heroes' have been summoned to this realm. Feel free to make yourself known and I will deign to do the same.
001 :: Video
January 4th, 2014 14:46ellectric[ 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. ]
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. ]
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January 4th, 2014 03:46fuckcableAm 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.
It's not the first grouping I've noticed.
005 - Video
December 29th, 2013 17:44dustonmyfeet[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.
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.
(o1) video—
December 29th, 2013 12:16chittybang[This is Asami. This is Asami wrapped up like an enchilada in a thick, dark red blanket while she faces the screen. It's her first time with a recording like this—the technology is beyond even the movers Varrick produced—so she proceeds self-consciously.
That isn't to say she wasn't eager to try it out. The tape on the side of her console is indication of that, but it's out of sight of the viewer.]
Well, here I am. I've had some time to think about what I wanted to say, but to be honest I don't even know where to begin.
But we're all comrades here, right? So my name's Asami, and I'm a... [businesswoman? What kind of sales approach is that? She straightens her back.] I'm the chief executive officer of my family's company at home in Republic City. We're known for our automobiles and weaponry, and I have experience with each of our products. Not that I see myself getting comfortable here, but if I can make myself useful in a company running somewhere along those lines, then I think that would be a good place to start.
[She visibly deflates after the spiel, mustering a small smile.] So I guess I'll see you guys around! Go ahead and introduce yourselves if you have time. I think I could use some faces to call familiar.
That isn't to say she wasn't eager to try it out. The tape on the side of her console is indication of that, but it's out of sight of the viewer.]
Well, here I am. I've had some time to think about what I wanted to say, but to be honest I don't even know where to begin.
But we're all comrades here, right? So my name's Asami, and I'm a... [businesswoman? What kind of sales approach is that? She straightens her back.] I'm the chief executive officer of my family's company at home in Republic City. We're known for our automobiles and weaponry, and I have experience with each of our products. Not that I see myself getting comfortable here, but if I can make myself useful in a company running somewhere along those lines, then I think that would be a good place to start.
[She visibly deflates after the spiel, mustering a small smile.] So I guess I'll see you guys around! Go ahead and introduce yourselves if you have time. I think I could use some faces to call familiar.