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This is ridiculous!

[There is a small boy scowling up into the console's video feed with a highly offended expression on his face. Not that it was easy to see that much. Even standing on a stool he is barely tall enough to reach the console.]

There can't be a turtle that big. If it was real it would be completely violating the square-cube law. Even presuming that it was possible for a turtle to grow this big, a biological creature cannot scale up like this. The larger an animal grows, the less its proportional muscle strength. According to that law, this turtle shouldn't even be able to move and there should be severe problems with its cardiovascular and respiratory functions. Even if we factor in the exception for buoyancy in sea creatures, this is still far too big. How is it possible for this to exist?

[Belatedly, he realizes that had been just a tiny bit advanced for an ordinary seven-year-old. He hastily pastes on a bright childish smile.]

I saw a program about it on television once! It was really interesting.

schrodingersghost

Is a non-working vacation too much to ask for? I mean, come on. One day off. After what happened last week I deserve that.

[A dark-haired teenage boy is scowling unhappily into the camera. He sighs heavily and drags a hand through his hair. Somehow it always ended up like this.]

Okay, so let me just get this straight.The giant turtle is actually a thing? Someone isn't just pulling a really elaborate joke on me?

[He sighs.]

Yeah, never mind. Don't even bother answering that. I think I already know the answer.

Could this possibly get any weirder? [He freezes and moans miserably.] ...Oh, great. I think I just jinxed myself.

shirley_templar

[When the radio clicks on, the first thing listeners might notice is the whistling of the wind, as though the person on the other end is very high up somewhere. Really, Desmond just needed to process everything, after waking up in the city. He hadn't even though to get his hand looked at, so shocked was he by what was happening.]

So uhh...I'm supposed to be dead. Someone wanna shed a little light on why I'm not? I mean...I got the whole "Welcome to the back of a Giant Turtle" spiel from the guys in that Welcome Center place, but...they wouldn't answer why I'm not a corpse right now.

[He coughs.]

I mean...I don't wanna sound ungrateful or anything, I'm glad I'm alive or whatever, but...there was a good reason why I was supposed to be dead.

redlightgreenlight

[The screen lights up to show Valdis and Pepper. They appear to be in the Hotel and Pepper is grinning from ear to ear.]

Recent events have shown that Tu Yunxu is struggling as a leader; but, if I were to be blunt, the Snakes were never a force that operated in the interests of the kedan themselves anyway and there is a power vacuum forming in our city.

[Valdis' voice is calm, and while she isn't smiling, there is an amused glint in her eyes.]

For the past few months, I have been in contact with several of the gangs in the city. Some of them have agreed to an alliance of sorts, meaning that they wish to help fill this power vacuum with a legitimate Police Force that operates in the interests of the kedan and their laws.

[The laws part was a bit more difficult, but Valdis trusted that things would work out. She had spent quite a bit of time looking at the ones she could find.]

This Volunteer Police Force would be comprised of foreigners and kedan, working together for the good of the city that we live in. Though at first we will rely on donations and the goodwill of the public, I am hoping that the eventual government will be able to set up proper wages and equipment for their protectors.

[Valdis hadn't had to think long about this next part and Pepper had agreed wholeheartedly.]

I believe that it is important that no single foreigner be the head of this establishment. We cannot guarantee that we will always be here and stability is key for success. For now, myself, Pepper and Gene will be co-heads as we try to find a qualified leader from among the Kedan.

[Hopefully she and Pepper weren't wrong about Meisheng.]

That said, we are looking for volunteers to aid us in our endeavors.

redfiend

[It's pretty obvious by his uncertain tone and expression he's troubled about something.]

I've had time to think about this, but the turtle thing isn't metaphorical or some weird mythological stuff, is it? It's... literal, right?

[Or maybe he's stupid and is the only one taking it literally. Not that he'd say that right then and there.]

How, though? Someone tell me 'cause I honestly don't get it.

solo_patria

[For all that the year asleep and time since then has proven to be particularly odd, a little trying, the Enjolras starring out at everyone is much the same as always. His braid is a bit longer, his face thinner, but beyond that, he's still much the same ink stained, almost devoutly serious man he ever was. For all of that, and the serious air about him, there is a smile on his face as the post opens.]

A few things, everyone.

It has become important, quite incredibly so, that we learn the story of the war that the kedan themselves are telling. It is only through learning the narrative that they have cast us in that we might really see where we stand, and how we might work with, and influence it to our advantages, no?

Secondly, to those of us who walked through the Dreaming itself and carried on the fight, or those who did not fight, but were a part of things before. I would have your stories. Of yourselves, and your time here, of what you've done, of those who have stood here before, and were called back to other worlds for whatever reasons. I would know of your, and their, successes and failures, the joys and sorrows, everything that you might think of, at that.

[Enjolras is smiling now, eyes lighting as he leans forward, almost begging the audience to go along with this.]

In short, I would have nothing less than your loves, your lives, every moment all of us together have spent here until the moment our war ended, so that we might piece together, and keep our truths at hand, gathered and bound together, in an account that shows at least we know the truth.

If anyone would like to speak with, or meet with me toward this end, I would be most especially grateful.

Current Mood: determined

akito

Ah... Um...

If anyone is in the Wood sector, near, uh... [ general coordinates here ] I could use, um.

Ah... My shirt got caught on, um.

On a tree branch... ... And now I'm kind of ...

Stuck...

[ he's having a voice-crackin' good time over here. just. tangled up in a tree. giving contortionists everywhere a run for their money trying to get free. Bird the bird is just chillin on the branch by him peep peepin' and chirp chirpin' super helpfully. ]

((ooc: general plan is that Dante will find him and be a jerkbutt and Gene will come mama wolf at him and save Akito from his crippling embarrassment. but! feel free to tag in with whatever ahaha he doesn't have like... much else to do while he waits.))

royalguard_style

[5% "encrypted" to all foreigners. English.]

Hey, anyone read the native language around here? There's some writing from the castle that needs looking at. And no, I'm not paying you. I stuck my neck out to go find this for free, you should be happy to sit at your desk and take five minutes to read it for the same price.

alterer

Everyone,

I've come across some information that you all need to know. However, I do not trust this network to be a stable line of communication.

Give me a location and I'll meet with you.

Let me know.

denyamenti

[ Bakura doesn't seem like a person who just lost a hatchling turtle. There's no evidence of lack of sleep or absence of focus... if anything, the thief looks equal parts busy and, as usual, antagonistic. ]

It's about time this place got interesting once again.

Has anyone bothered to ask the kedan whether they're happy to be out from under the yoke of tyrants? Other than that of the Foreigners, of course. Eshai at least had some sat-khert ib... but Evandau was just a waste of breath.

Though I suppose if we're trying for the trifecta of terrible rulers, we could always crown Malic--

[ Before he completes the name, jagged static begins to creep along the corners of the console screen that is visible to he and the viewers alike. Bakura stops, studying it for a moment. Then a sly grin appears and he speaks again, though this time it doesn't seem to be addressed to the Foreigners listening to the broadcast. ]

Hm, I knew you hadn't gone very far. What do we get if we guess where you really are?

royalguard_style

[Dante's been the closest things to diligent and vigilant as he can be since the other foreigners were attacked. Since he saw the initial reason for the meeting as a petty political squabble, he was sound asleep until it was too late to go help with the attack. It's not the worst news that could have come out of that meeting, but it still sucks to find out that a war you were supposed to be fighting turned hot, a bunch of innocents got hurt, and the enemy was nowhere to be found.

So here he was, speaking in front of the console and sitting on a flimsy wooden chair. The video is harshly lit with a black background. Dante wanted answers, but apparently circumstances aren't dire enough to scrimp on the dramatic flair. Things only get worse once he actually starts talking.]

You. Yes, you jerks hiding out in the castle right now.

[He makes an exaggerated pointing motion towards the screen.]

A few of the folks here have been waiting a good long time for a piece of you. You know how much it sucks to sit around waiting for an enemy that doesn't feel like showing it's ugly mug?

[He stands up and starts pacing around the flimsy chair and starts pacing around it, never straying out of the light. All the while, he keeps talking with an increasingly theatrical timbre.]

And then you finally decided to show yourselves! But apparently the people who actually want to kick your ass aren't worth your time. No, you wanted that good-for-nothing emperor, didn't you? That's why a bunch of cowards like you decided to charge into a building full of foreigners.

[He swings back onto the chair and crosses his legs in one fluid motion. Afterwards, his voice drops down to it's normal, casual tone of voice.]

Let me give you a bit of friendly advice. That guy's not the guy you want to worry about. Haven't you heard the news? I'll tell you what: why don't you come on over so I can kick your ass personally. There's a nice little bar not far from here you can try and ambush me at, and you'll have me outnumbered. I'll be waiting.

[And he waves before turning the video feed off.]

bostonhowler

[ Brigid has spent a lot of time acclimating herself to the new sounds and smells of the area. She's also not sure what's going to happen. She's never been completely without an Alpha and it terrifies her.

However, when the camera focuses on her, she's got her hair back in a braid with curly pieces escaping to curl around her face. She looks composed and with it. Such a lie. ]

Good morning. I have a few questions if anyone would be willing to answer them.

[ Her fingers toy with her crucifix. ]

Firstly, I'm looking for work. I've a PhD in Irish and Celtic studies from Trinity College in Dublin, Ireland. I speak Irish fluently, and can translate Latin. If teaching positions aren't available, could someone direct me to something in the secretarial field? I've done work like that and worked as a TA during my post-graduate studies.

I was told that perhaps Stark Industries or Wayne Enterprises would be looking for someone.

Secondly, I wish to learn the local language. Could someone perhaps teach me, or direct me to someone who can?

Thank you, very much.

problematical

[ River is sitting on her bed opposite the console in her suite, the soft blues and greens of the Water Sector highlighting her. Even though it's obvious that she deliberately activated the video feed, it still takes her a moment to begin speaking. ]

I have a story.

"Once upon a time there was a Queen in her castle, who had a very strong Knight. But in a distant land there was a Dragon, and the Dragon was even stronger and cruel, and the Queen worried about it coming to the castle and eating all the people who lived there. One day she said to the Knight, I will teach you how to battle the Dragon, so if it comes to our land you can protect all the people.

But the Knight refused and claimed that no one could fight the Dragon, and so they should send all the people away. The Queen was very angry, because she wanted the people to be safe. It is a terrible Dragon, she said. You must learn how to protect the people from it. But still the Knight refused. The Queen asked, don't you want to protect the people? And the Knight said, if you were a good Queen, you would fight.

One day the Queen died and the Dragon came but the Knight didn't send the people away. He didn't fight and he didn't send all the people away. The Queen is dead, long live the Knight."

[ River frowns very pensively at the screen for a moment, as if silently repeating to herself her own story. Finally she asks: ]

Which one is the terrible one?

gistful

Good day.

[The man in the feed is impassive, greying, with braided-back hair and a suit that makes him look like a funeral director.]

My name is Anton Shudder, the proprietor of the Midnight Hotel. Given the current weather, I am pleased to open the Midnight Hotel to the general public to make use of its internal climate control. Please bear in mind the Hotel is neutral ground for any and all inhabitants. Violence is expressly forbidden. Offenders will be evicted and-or banned.

As I anticipate an influx of patrons, rooms are only available for a maximum of two consecutive nights and will be shared-spaces, and the common-areas will be turned into temporary dormitories. The donation of mattresses, sleeping-mats and sleeping bags will be much appreciated.

[Pause.]

I would also like to appeal to police officers, private investigators and thieves for information regarding an item stolen from the Hotel before I was able to reclaim it. The item in question is an antique custom-made shotgun, double-barrelled and with brass fittings. I would like it returned. You will be amply reimbursed for your trouble.

Thank you.

[ooc: spoilers for the Skulduggery Pleasant series, specifically books four and five, in Anton's thread with Skulduggery.]

last_ofthe_jedi

[Behind Luke is an organic-looking wooden wall, possibly recognizable as part of the console alcove in one of the Wood sector suites. He's evidently settled into his new quarters and it didn't take him long to figure out the technology of the console.

It's a bit archaic compared to what he's used to but it's simple enough. He would fiddle with it and see if he can give it an upgrade but he's been warned about the anti-tampering system in place, so he won't. For now.]

Hello. My name is Luke. [He intentionally leaves out his last name. Luke has no idea who he might meet here and his family's name has become associated with a lot of unpleasant things as of late. Better to be safe.] I've just arrived a couple weeks ago and the map of the city that I was given is helpful but not quite what I need at the moment. I want to ask if anyone takes regular trips up to the turtle's head and wouldn't mind a travel companion. It sounds like a place I'd like to visit soon.

I'd also like to offer my services. Where I come from I'm a guardian of the peace. Not necessarily affiliated with any government or law force... freelance, if you will. I help because I can. Please, call on me any time.

[Now that his powers have returned and he's had a few healing sessions Luke feels in much better sorts to be offering such services without hesitation at his own abilities.]

royalguard_style

[An anonymous video post starts up, though that seems to be the only attempt the sender made to hide himself. In fact, he's in plain view, cautiously eating a bowl of the most common sweet food that didn't immediately repulse him. It becomes immediately obvious to everyone watching that the nearly middle-aged man simply forgot to log on out of sheer laziness. He starts talking calmly and casually, as though he was just chatting with a good friend.]

I just have to thank the generous souls that invited me over again for everything they've done. I swung by the place you set up and I just love what you've done to the place. My soul really just opens up the room, you know? Now, I would have gone for a mirror or a poster there, but hey, that's just me.

[He eats another spoonful. Everything about his demeanor stayed exactly the same, no matter how sarcastic that last remark was. By now, a kedan employee had noticed that someone had brought particularly sticky food to the console, and came over to check on him. Dante looks away from the console shoo him off.]

Look, I'm not messing up your thing. See? You can stop checking in every five minutes.

[The kedan walks away grumbling, and Dante looks back to the screen.]

As long as I'm here, let's talk business. I'm stuck here as long as that big, ugly whatever is up there in that castle, so please, explain to me exactly why the big bad whatever in that castle isn't dead yet? I appreciate that you saved the main event for me, but I'm sure the rest of you are chomping at the bit waiting for a piece of this thing.

[He's not casting dispersions, just the opposite. He would go charging into into the castle himself the moment he got his powers back, but there's one question nagging him: If there are so many powerful people here, why could none of them take care of this? Dante wasn't stupid enough to charge in there until he knew why the problem wasn't already dealt with.]

[Oh, except he forgot something he was hoping to put off for as long as possible. Well, might as well get it over with...]

Oh, and I guess I should ask, just in case I'm here for the long haul. Anyone know of a place someone can get a job with flexible hours? Judging by the way the locals are acting, I doubt opening up my old shop's going to work here. I was a bit of a freelancer back home, so I'd like to be able to set my own schedule.

[He'd usually just say "I like working once a week at best", but he actually has to worry about things like good impressions and not alienating people, since he no longer has an agent to do all of the socializing and damage control for him. He's very unused to it, but he thinks he did a good job. Okay, maybe he didn't do a good job, but he could have done worse.]

funkindofwicked

[She's had enough of not doing anything. Bored beyond recognition. She didn't realize how much extra time she would have on her hands when she was going out of her way to ignore certain people. But that was only going to last for so long before she's bored with little to do and even less she gives a care about trying to do.]

This sitting around and waiting for something to happen just isn't my style. Aren't we supposed to be going to war sometime?

[War does not sound bad right now at all if it means she'll be doing something instead of working a crappy job and punching gang members when they get out of line.]

What is the lamest, dumbest and least funny joke that you've ever heard? I'm sure there have to be some real jewels out there. The ones so stupid they're almost funny.

[It's this or looking for someone to fight. She wouldn't mind the latter, really, but the quality of people to punch has gone a lot in the last few months.]

[Private to Kaine]

I'm bored out of my mind and I think the gang members in my territory are hiding out from me now. Do something amusing.

fuckchild

[Hello freaky turtle city, it's probably the most inconvenient time you're getting this text. Dante's bored and he hasn't gotten himself into a fight, so here he is, sending out stupid texts. It's a multiple part text so you may answer whatever you feel like, or not. Whatever.]

show of hands how many of you assholes are superheroes? you know, the crime fighters, the freaks with the costumes, the sidekicks... you get the idea. also 18 y.o anarchist seeking adventurous hot freaky girls willing to explore a little too much. dinner optional. more into bars. shots. whiskey. beer. that kind of thing. girl must be able to handle her alcohol and get into some trouble. this isn't how it's done is it?

[Eh, probably not. He doesn't care.]

flamingshortshorts

[The message is simple and to the point, but hopefully with just enough of a hook to get some curious ladies interested.]

21yo soldier seeking adventurous lady open to a fun night of dinner, dancing, and a side of crimefighting. Maybe even some fireworks. Good time guaranteed. Must like banter and trying new things. Right hook and knowledge of firearms always welcome. Ladies pick the food and the music. If interested, send private message to talk more details.

[Someone is maybe looking to get his best friend a date without telling said friend he is doing it. Call it a late birthday surprise.]

grigio

[Julie's at home doing this broadcast. There's no paint anywhere to be seen. What she's doing now is repairing an arrow. OR...trying to. It's not going all that well and eventually, the thing'll be thrown down in mild frustration.]

I feel like I just posted this message recently, but things have changed and I needed to post it again. I'm looking for an archery instructor. My last instructors left and while I can practice just fine on my own, I won't say no to more lessons. I'll even pay.

[She doesn't really do all that much with her own money, anyway.]

Thank you for your time.

[That...certainly was a short message. Or maybe she's just getting annoyed at the arrow she just can't seem to repair and doesn't want to talk anymore. Yeah, we'll go with the second one.]

Tu Shanshu

[Console | Video]

[Video | Console]

First Animus Data Fragment [Radio]

Console Video | Police Force Announcement

[Video]

[CONSOLE: Video]

008 ✤ radio

Text, backdated to immediatly after the castle exploration.

[Text]

009 ≠ ( VIDEO )

Video Two// This threat produced by your local high school theater department

1st Howl Video (action for flatmates)

FOURTH VERSE ☯ VIDEO;

video; public console

video; public

Video

004 ◈ [AUDIO]

002 | text

3RD MATCH ♈ [ANONYMOUS TEXT]

video:

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