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[AUDIO, public. Una sounds as composed and friendly as ever, her cut-glass accent as reassuring as a BBC news anchor's.]

To those of you I've not met before—hello. My name's Una Persson. I'd like to canvass the foreigner population here with just a brief question—who here is familiar with time travel, in the world from which they come? I'll be quite transparent: it's something with which I'm very familiar, and I'm curious to know who else is as well. Should you prefer to discuss this face-to-face, I live in the Wood sector. [A pause.] And if you're familiar with the technology behind it, I'd be especially interested in hearing from you.

[TEXT, separate messages sent privately to Bruce Wayne and Dorian Gray, basic encryption. Subsequent to her conversation with Iorveth, after his fail!private post.]

You may recall that there was a name in my notes that I showed you. Do not speak it out loud and be very careful with whom you share it.

aenseidhe

[ He'd gotten distracted with the spa day, happy vibes making him hippy out and sit on the beach smoking awesome elf weed, but as soon as Iorveth comes out of the spell, it comes to the front of his mind again - the conversation he had with the Emperor. It's extremely sensitive information and Iorveth isn't about to spill it to the general populace.

Hence the filter. However, Iorveth is from the 1200s and he has never done a filter before in his life and he already doesn't speak on this thing very often. So, uh, see Iorveth totally fail at it. Gdi. ]

I have information you'll want to know. I cannot share it here - you must come to the palace.

[ His done is serious, impassive. More so than he usually is, and forgive the ominousness. He's not about to test the 'don't speak the name outside the palace' rule. He pauses, swallowing, before he continues. ]

I know why we were brought here.

And what we are meant to battle.

[ He stares for a moment, eyes unfocused from the screen, within troubling thoughts, brow knit. ]

You may not like it.

[[ ooc; i know fail filters are dumb sometimes, but Iorveth icly would seriously tell only those five people and I didn't want to cut people off from srs plot info, so doing this for now. Granted, Iorveth will be shorter and more guarded with people not those five and people he doesn't like he may straight up refuse to tell them without convincing 8T he was the worst person to get this information p much, sob. ]]

bondsprofoundly

[This guy is holding up The Art of Civilized Conversation. His eyes are darting back to the page before he looks back at the camera and-

Oh dear. He smiles. It looks a little creepy to be honest. And for a change he's actually done up the top button of his shirt and cinched his tie, so instead of looking like a freshly-fired office worker drinking until five AM, he looks like a freshly-fired office worker drinking until five AM with his modicum of self-respect still intact.

Castiel refers back to the page.]

Good morning.

[And now he stares at the monitor, only to have his eyes flick up to meet the webcam so he's staring. Directly. At all of you. Intensely.]

It's good to see you.

notamachine

Nice weather we've got, huh? Haven't seen anything like what's up in the sky in a long time.

[90% encrypted to Iorveth, Fenris, and Castiel]

[He's thought about this for a few days; Dean's sitting on some information that more people need to know about, but there are kids on this turtle and he'd rather avoid freaking them out if he can. Plus, there are people here who might think the Emperor is weird, but that she's a pretty okay person overall, and he's not up to changing people's minds at the moment.

So he wants to share things with people he trusts, except he doesn't trust anybody here who isn't Cas. Fortunately (?), the turtle is casting off some awesome chill-out vibes, so Dean decides to extend a friendly hand to Fenris and an olive branch to Iorveth.]

Found some info while the Emperor was on shore leave you two might be interested in, some kind of history about this place and not the modified bullshit they've been feeding us. This comes straight from her library and I don't think it was meant to be found.

idkmybffpyramid

[Reno looks fairly different from how he usually is on the network. Usually he's a bit more... Friendly. Carefree, even. (Initial post notwithstanding, of course.) Today he's serious, downright pensive perhaps. A bit troubled because a) he'd really not like to be making posts on the network at all, but also because he's 100% ~~paranoid~~ sure the Emperor or someone is probably keeping tabs on what they say on here.

There's no other way to go about it really, alas.]

So I've got a few questions.

[he holds up a finger, numbering each one as he goes]

One: How many of you have asked the Emperor for access to her library?

Two: How many of you have actually been granted access?

And three: How many of you have found anything that is - even by a stretch of the imagination - useful?

[He leans back in his seat and takes a sip of his tea (he's in a console cafe in Water, for the curious.) It's not bad, though maybe he's just not enough of a tea drinker to care. Anyway, he purses his lips in thought for a moment before his expression settles into an easy smile.]

"Now Reno," I hear you say, "what even counts as 'useful'? And what kind of question is this anyway?" And the short answer to that is that I have no idea. [he shrugs for emphasis] I imagine we all have a lot of different priorities here, everyone's gonna zero in on something different. Hence 'even by a stretch of the imagination'. Hell, you don't even need to tell me what it is. If it seems relevant enough to you, it's relevant enough to this impromptu survey of mine.

Just, I occasionally hear people talking about it like it's this holy grail of information, and I'm wondering if maybe we shouldn't be looking somewhere else. Not least until people start getting literate in the local languages.

stagethreeclinger

[ So, Roy hasn't been around that long, but he's gotten to know Keeliai, the natives, heard about the Emperor and definitely picked up on the tension between foreigners and the Kedan, but just out right asking about What The Hell Is Wrong With This Place seems a little too obvious. And lame.

And this way is much more fun. ]

Okay so is there a part of living on the back of a giant magic turtle that isn't supposed to be completely awesome? Because a lot of you seem to be really bummed about it, and I'm starting to think it's more than just a strong case of Stick Up The Ass going around.

[ And frankly, Roy likes looking like the idiot. He raises up a hand holding some kind of Kedanian smoothie in the cafe he's seated in, and gives an 'okay, humor me' kind of gesture. ]

Let's pretend for two seconds that you're all actually the most boring people ever and the part where we're on a monster turtle isn't enough for you - you're getting what's practically a free vacation. A beautiful city on a tropical island that's really more like a cruise, and even a space you can go sit near Yurtle's massive head and zen your neurotic brains out. The closest we have to that at home is legalizing pot.

I know I'm inviting a sea of sarcastic quips to kill my buzz about the whole badass Suessical adventure, so let's try to be organized and civil about this - there's only so much scathing sardonicism I can handle at once. Please fill out the attached form and get back to me:

Your Name: Self explanatory.
Your Age: It'd probably explain some things, I'm jussayin.
Level of Suck of Your Homeworld: On a scale of Fantasia to Bambi. Just trying to keep some perspective.
Your Complaints About Our Magical Turtle Adventure: Let it all out, brothers and sisters. Testify.
Notes: Whatever. How's my hair?

Thank you for your participation! Here is a wavier for your free snow cone! Not really. Sorry.

[ Oh wait, just this last piece here: ] Also, if you know anyone who likes to run around in tights and a mask, maybe a cape, let me know? Thanks! [ A little salute, and he signs out. ]

[[ ooc; If you could, please fill out his permissions post ova hurr, and here's the html for his little questionnaire thing :>

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cynisme

[This is only a video because Grantaire can't be bothered to fuss with his console right now. Getting onto the system's been difficult enough as is, with how much loathing his more sober, withdrawing self has for the rest of humanity and the like. It doesn't help, of course, that he's been spending every other morning bent over the toilet since his best attempts at rationing his own stash of wine and spirits began to fail. He may have never heard the term porcelain altar before, but he understands the sentiment deeply.

Now though, he's laughing. Not with amusement, but with a disgusted grimace that comes with a dark sense of irony. He's pale, doesn't look nearly as well as he did before, what with his body has been going through since the turtle-wide rationing began. His face is swollen around his eye and nose, and there's blood crusted around his nose and in his mouth. Alcohol withdrawal wasn't the only cause of his current state.]

Bien sur, this would happen the first time I've gone out in days. This is lovely. [His voice dripping with sarcasm, he spits blood into the napkin in his hand before pointing at his face.] This is what your amicable natives do to foreigners when stability begins to crumble. Vagrants are always the first to be blamed when the world goes to shit, and anyone who expects any differently is lying to themselves and everyone around them. Hopeful, optimistic lies like that get the innocent and naive killed. Luckily, I'm neither innocent nor naive, and can handle being bloodied by mongrels every so often. I only hope that I've not broken another tooth.

[He doesn't even bother signing off properly or with any salutation. He just shuts the connection with a wince and a roll of his eyes.]

notamachine

[Much as he hates saying 'told you so'--no, that's a lie, he enjoys it very much sometimes--he just can't resist the urge. He's been watching the kedan get more and more aggressive by the day. Hell, he just lost his job, too. Good times.]

Considering everything that's happening, maybe the next time I tell you people that these kedan aren't friendlies, you'll actually listen.

[HAHA NO, NOBODY EVER LISTENS TO DEAN 8|]

suoxi

[ Inara comes into view with a smile, as always. She’s very confident sitting there in her suite, hands in her lap and a few candles burning behind her for ambience. She is the picture of calm and poise and looks entirely at ease.

Inside, though – Inara is boiling. Inara is Not Happy about several things, but there are…certain experiences best not ‘advertised’ on a public network.

But boy is she pissed about being fired, then threatened on the way home.

ANYWAY. ]

I have decided to open the Companion House that is located in the Fire Sector earlier than I originally planned. [ read: Inara got fired, and needs another source of income. ]

If you are interested or require more information as to what a Companion is and does, please let me know and I will forward you directions and information. [ Inara learned a valuable lesson: make a pamphlet. Repeating herself explaining the intricacies of Companionship was quite taxing. ]

I am also taking applications for those that would like to enroll in Companion training as well. [ Inara smiles, but her eyes are decidedly sharper here. ] This is not an endeavor lightly chosen. It is a life choice – a career, and the training is intense and not limited to intimacy. I will personally speak [ interrogate ] to any interested party.

[ inara out ]

gaudy

[ The elf on the camera is bristling, cast in the blue firelight of the Fire district. His hair is oddly bright white, as are the almost-glowing lines that trail down his chin and neck, and disappear into the collar of his armor. Over one shoulder is the absolutely massive hilt of a sword, which looks comically out of proportion with him. Fenris had finally figured his device out, but it involved a lot of making a fool of himself in front of the Kedan, which he does Not Look Pleased about.

The effect of his otherwise withering glare is somewhat undermined by the fact that he opens his mouth to speak but compulsively twitches his head to the side to stare over one shoulder for a few moments, paranoid about things lurking in the shadows. He wets his lips when he finally looks back, suspicion and unease written across his pointed features before he schools them into a sneer again. ]

I am not a mage-- [ he practically spits the word, what a pleasant first impression he's making here ] but even I can see that this is not the Fade. In Between, they say. Bah. What nonsense.

[ In fact while he's at it let him just stare distastefully down his nose at the thing in his hands. "Technology?" Unlikely. By its strange glow and stranger capabilities, it is totally obviously something far worse!! ] This place reeks of magic all the same. And I wonder who has suffered to make it so? Magic comes with a cost. It always comes with a cost.

Whoever did this will reap what they've sown. I should like to be as far away as I can be when that day comes.

[ooc: Please don't reply with text!! Fenris is illiterate and kinda ashamed about it, so he would just skip over text replies without saying anything in order to save face.]

bondsprofoundly

Anyone who is in need of currency may have mine.

[...and that's it. Free money!]

newblood

[ Caroline has been lurking, as much as she hates to admit it. She has been exhibiting Stereotypical, Creepy Vampire Behavior, and she is so not thrilled about it. Sneaking around, watching people — the works. This place is entirely unfamiliar to her, and she needs to deal with certain dietary concerns before she can even begin thinking of anything else.

Breathe, she thinks. Play it cool. What would Stefan do? He'd be careful, subtle.

He wouldn't want anything to trace back to him. ]

i hate to break up the ration talk (it's big news. i know.), but there's something that's been bugging me.

so, foreigners of tu vishan, what are your thoughts on werewolves, vampires, and witches, oh my? i hear you guys are pretty accepting of most non-humans, but i'm still not sure how you feel about the things that go bump in the night. mind filling in your friendly neighborhood busybody?

[ Okay, maybe subtlety isn't her forte. ]

hazelwood

[The video opens on an uncommonly solemn-looking Lieuen, in a sombre state of dress that's unlike his usual pretentions. His skin, so modelled after the common Foreigner complexion, is a tiny bit sallow.]

Dear residents of Keeliai. It's with deep and considerable regret that I am the bearer of unfortunate tidings in regards to our fair city. You may have begun to notice that Tu Vishan's health has been... deteriorating, of late. This is certainly no cause for alarm! Things being what they are, it's tantamount to... say, a cold or flu that you Foreigners seem so susceptible to. We have every assurance that Tu Vishan will overcome this malady and return to its usual self soon.

But in the interest of not taking our grand turtle for granted, certain... shall we say, rules are going to be put into play effective now. The first and most importantly, of course, is rationing.

[There's a touch of distaste to his features as he says that. Guess who doesn't like the concept?]

Resources are going to be a touch more difficult to come by in the coming weeks, and as our guests we ask that you respect our laws and customs in this time. You will find a list of what it's permissible to purchase at your local vendors. Wasteful behaviour will become a punishable offense, and fully one-fifth of your resources, whether they are earned or made, are going to be... ah, requisitioned by detachments of the local law enforcement. It's with my sincerest apologies that I relay these terms to you, you see, and when we all come through this in fine fashion I will be reimbursing everyone fully for any, hm... hardships they might encounter due to these edicts.

And on that note!

[He claps his hands together, clearly trying to change gears from the unpleasantly macabre to the positive.]

I couldn't help but notice that several of you have taken an interest in our local language. Truly, I couldn't be happier. It brings me great joy to see your appreciation of our culture. Therefore, I'd like to offer my services as a translator, of sorts. I know each of the seventeen kedan dialects, including the more ancient forms, and I would gladly assist in any translations you've been undertaking. For a fee, of course, to be negotiated based on... oh, trifling things. The amount you wish translated, the time involved in doing so, and so on and so forth.

As always, if you have any questions do please ask, but it is my keenest wish that you keep it brief. I'm a touch preoccupied at the moment. Thank you.

cynisme

[The picture presented to the network might be jarring to anyone who knows Grantaire, who would rather drink and keep himself occupied rather than tidy, whether it be with reading or with simply being lost in thought. No, the room around him is orderly, at least more than it usually is, with papers neatly piled and bottles all in one corner, and clothes in one place, all recently washed. Grantaire himself is sitting with his feet up on the table (his pink, scrubbed clean feet), in his newly cleaned dressing gown, positively glowing. Literally, much more than metaphorically, because he has never been this clean in his life. Emotionally, he looks rather like a wet, grumpy cat, with his hair towel-dried and even his teeth brushed.

Well, at least he has his friend the bottle of wine at his disposal, and he's already spilled a drop on his dressing gown.]

Let the entirety of La Tortue know that Bryn Zethir is a horrid woman who will make you tidy up if you let her play at Saint George. It's a shame she's great company otherwise.

histruename

[The feed starts off with the type-written name and address of a noodle bar in the Metal Sector. Then he switches to video, because this typing crap is just a pain in the ass. He's always preferred talking to people face-to-face, and this's the next best thing. So you guys get to look at his ugly red mug, which isn't much compared to a lot of the kedan. Though not many kedan go out of their way to look like a living caricature of Satan himself.]

Anyone still interested in joining the team, first bowl of noodles is on me.

[Post is here for anyone who wants to attend and mingle.]

If you don't know what I'm talking about, I've been trying to open an agency responsible for researching and helping people deal with problems related to the paranormal on the turtle. I've worked in the field for over fifty years and dealt with anything from ghosts to vampires and everything in between. If you have questions, need help, or want to volunteer, just let me know. Or you can just stop by the office upstairs from the bar at that address. I'm still in the process of getting things set up, but don't be afraid to drop in.

seriouslytwisted

Why doesn't this place have any phones? 'S like I gotta update my my.face just to have a freakin' chat.

Whatever.

DONNIE. Go home, I'll meet you there.

Hey uh, Santo. I wanna ask you something. Off the books.

aenseidhe

[ Iorveth is set up at one of the cafe consoles inner city for once, and perhaps his first time. While he does seem uncomfortable in the setting, eyes occasionally sliding to passing strangers, particularly if they appear human, he's mostly focus on a book held in his hands over the keyboard of the console. ]

Are there any books of actual, useful content on this damned turtle? At least something aside from volume upon volume of poetry? [ A finger flips a page, and he lets out a deflating sigh, muttering as he glances over the text. ] Particularly bad poetry at that... I know drunken, randy taedh who produce better while wooing uninterested tavern wenches.

[ He clears his throat, adjusting in his seat for a moment to settle the bow strapped to his back more comfortably before continuing. ]

I've yet to find any solid history on Tu Vishan outside of... Old Jinsan's ogre of a great-grandfather... [ eyeroll, that had been a fun hour of old man rambling to listen to ] and civil wars that I assume were responsible for the burnt out villages beyond the outskirts of Keeliai. Which aren't much worth visiting unless you've a liking for rusted gardening tools.

[ A grumble and the book in his hand is snapped shut, tossed aside on a nearby table with some local drink he'd decided to try. ] Nothing giving more detail on the plight of the mainland turtles. Neén en bloede aedd. You'd think it may be a point of interest, considering.

[ Considering Tu Vishan seems like it's suffering a kind of sickness of it's own. A pause and he squints at the console for a moment, thinking. ]

If you've more information, I would appreciate it. I'll be taking another venture out onto the wastelands tomorrow. [ Read: Vague invitation for anyone who'd like to help investigate to come along, but there are definitely some people he will outright refuse. ] Company may not be refused, provided you don't nurse a habit of incessant small talk, or happen to be someone I despise.

Va faill.

[[ ooc; like the last post, I kept elder speech bits in to signal where his accent would change, as he switches between that and Common when he talks, though all the Elder Speech bits would be comprehended just as well /o/
taedh = bard, poet
Neén en bloede aedd = 'Not a bloody shard.'
Va faill = goodbye/farewell ]]

notamachine

[Dean didn't pay much attention to what the Kedan told him when they dropped him off, but the console was pretty easy to figure out. The number of transmissions flying back and forth made things a little easier. He's ignored most of them. When Dean finally pipes up over the network, he looks tired and sounds less confrontational and more along the lines of vaguely annoyed, like this is a speech he's had to give a dozen times before that nobody has listened to before and one he doesn't expect anyone to listen to now.]

Okay, you six-fingered, four-eyed, however many toed freaks, let's just get one thing straight and everybody gets along. I get what you told me. I don't like it, but I get it. I also know if there's a way here, there's a way back, and I'm gonna find it. You should know that if whatever dragged me here dragged my brother in here with me, I will end all of you. Capiche? Good.

[Message delivered. Yeah, he could have used the voice only setting, but those things already know what he looks like so what's the point?]

seriouslytwisted

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[Exploring and ninja-ing around is turning up a whole lot of dead ends and questions with no answers, so now Raphael is going to try his last resort.

Conversing with strangers.

Making sure he has his voice only function on (pretending that little SNAFU with it in his earlier conversation didn't happen) he reluctantly addresses his fellow...strand-ees.]

Okay, seriously. How many of you people actually buy that "you are in the in-between" story?

[the mystic new-age voice for the quote helps set the atmosphere, yes it is necessary]

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[Before this post, Raphael will be swimming around in the Water Sector, trying to keep as hidden as possible but needing to surface to breathe and also sneak back up onto the docks occasionally when he can't cross sections in water. He's a stealthy little bugger, so the average Joe might miss him, but anybody with serious training or extra-sharp senses might find him.

...or you might catch him when he's losing his temper and angrily kicking over a barrel after talking to yet another tree-hugging native yokel, whatever.]

ironwood

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Tu Shanshu

003 - Besides, by and large she was having a very good time.

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