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[Backdated to Feb 14 afternoon]
[The video flicks on to show Bourne seated in front of the screen at a cafe. His nose is swollen and possibly broken and blood covers his shirt. Costigan is standing awkwardly not far behind him. To anyone remotely trained, it's clear that Costigan's left shoulder is dislocated. Both men show subtle signs of bruises developing in their faces.]

[Bourne speaks first.] Can anyone recommend a doctor in or near the Wood Sector?

You have any idea what kind of medical treatment they have here? Thanks a lot, asshole. [Costigan's pretty much muttering from the background.]

[Bourne totally ignores this.] We just need someone who can reset his shoulder. And possibly my nose. [There's a pause, and when he speaks again, he sounds dead serious with nary a hint of Blatant Lies.] He fell out of a tree.

[Costigan shows no sign of disputing the obvious lie, but he cuts in anyway.] Tell Reid I'm fine.

Reid? He's fine, apparently. [Bourne's 'tree' canard does not go any way towards explaining why he has a busted-up face too. It was a tree, dammit. Trees everywhere.]


[Black is Jason Bourne ([personal profile] brokenweapon), navy blue is Billy Costigan ([personal profile] lostundercover)]
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[personal profile] 97_percent
First, I'll be honest and say I'm still not positive this isn't some disturbingly elaborate test the CDC's springing on me. Then again, if it is, I already failed before we got to the insane virtual reality part of our tour, so I guess it's best if I assume this is actually happening and go from there.

Second, contrary to popular belief, I'm not especially fond of being the bearer of bad news, but it seems to be my place in life, so brace yourselves. That little zombie outbreak you guys had a couple weeks ago? Consider it a dress rehearsal for what could happen in your near future.

When I arrived here, I carried a virus with me. It's called Kellis-Amberlee, it is airborne and highly contagious, and it nearly ended my world twenty years ago. I'm sorry. Honestly I am.

I suppose the noble thing to do would be to raise my hand publicly and let myself be sacrificed for the greater good, but I've been trying way too hard to stay alive lately to give up now, so I guess I'm sorry for being selfish as well. If it helps, there's no real guarantee getting rid of me would solve your problem anyway. I've been on the street, spoken to people, been breathing out virus particles the whole time I've been here. The virus is out there, it's probably spreading, and there's no way around it.

The good thing is, 1) you've got someone whose parents fought this war and won, and 2) I'm not sure it's contagious to the locals, and I'm hoping not, because that could be what keeps this from becoming an epidemic. I've attached a file detailing what I can remember off the top of my head about the virus, what it does, and the means of combating both it and the infected. I'd be happy to answer any questions you have and help in any way that doesn't get me shot in the head, but first I am going to go and take a long nap. Maybe it turns out this isn't real after all.


[ Attached is a file containing this basic information, but in a hell of a lot more detail. Replies to responses here will come ~12 hours later and from another anonymous console at another location in the city. Georgia wasn't kidding about that nap. ]
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Is uh, this thing on?

[ Jason stares uneasily into the screen, eyes flickering from side to side back to device rapidly, almost as if he’s afraid he’s about to be ambushed at any moment. ]

I’m— Jesus. Fuck. I’m actually not Jesus, but I'm lost, and I know this is gonna sound crazy, but is any of this real? I’m not on shrooms, I haven’t done anything lately, and— Jesus.

[ his breath speeds up rapidly for a few seconds, before he finds his zen and calms down. Think of it as facetime, Jason. You’re using your iphone and talking to people and this is perfectly normal. Act natural, and nothing bad will happen. He cracks a small smile at the screen, although the warmth doesn't reach his eyes completely. ]

Sorry, let me start again. I’m Jason, and I’m a little lost.

[ a beat ]

Okay, really lost. And please don't give me the crazy purgatory talk again.
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[ She probably should've stuck to a text post, or even voice, but sometimes even Lina Inverse's vanity overwhelms her common sense. She's sitting in front of the console wearing a broad grin, a little pile of gold and gems and such nearby. It looks valuable, but more or less innocuous. Less innocuous, however, is the golden helmet sitting further behind it -- it's in frame, off to the side, but it's not immediately noticeable. ]

If we haven't met already, then let me introduce myself. I am Lina Inverse, sorcery genius extraordinaire! None of you are from my world, so you probably haven't heard of me, but back home, I'm practically a household name! And I've got something you might be interested in, Keeliai.

[ She picks up a small gold coin, turning it over between her fingers. ]

You see, a few neat trinkets have come into my possession recently! Some of them even have magical properties. And as much as I love magical artifacts, I just don't need all this stuff! Besides, a girl's gotta eat, right? My prices are very competitive, so if you're curious, I'd be happy to show you the goods!
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[ The terminal switches on in what is clearly a private residence in the earth sector - revealing a woman who looks like she could use a good night's sleep. Or at least a few hours of rest, and that was before looking like she'd been drug out of an ocean. To say nothing of her red skin, slightly pointed ears, and the tattoo under her left eye. ]

My name is Doctor Soranik Natu, Green Lantern of Sector 1417. [ A pause, and she runs a hand through her short hair. ] Since it is obvious my situation here will not change in the immediate future, I need a job. If anyone could direct me to the nearest clinic or hospital, it would be appreciated - I'm a highly accomplished neurosurgeon but quite capable of general medicine.

And if there is none - consider this a step towards founding one. If anyone finds themselves in need of medical attention they are more than welcome to come to my assigned living space or let me know via these terminals.

Thank you.

[ action - for kyle rayner ]
[ Upon finding her assigned living quarters and after a brief overview of all three floors, Soranik found her eyes drifting to the terminal. But first things first, before she announced her presence over the network. ]

Scan for power rings.

Scanning. Lantern 2814.4 located.

[ Soranik couldn't help the small smile that spread over her face at that - at least she wasn't alone here. And out of all the Lanterns that could have found their way to this place it was Kyle. ]

Lantern Rayner-- Kyle?
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[personal profile] wilsooon
[Someone has come to a realization in the past few hours that has made him increasingly unsettled. So here he is in a cafe in the Fire Sector, sharing his paranoia.]

The kedan are shapeshifters.

Is there anything to stop them from looking like one of us?
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[There is a cowboy on the network. No really. He has a cowboy hat and everything.]

Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens, for all that means here. Won't waste time saying anything but hello to our newest. Got a job offer for whoever's interested. I'm sure by now we've all had our fuss over the Emperor's verbal spanking - yes? No? Want to throw a few more things? It'll do us all a world of good, no doubt.

[He sighs.] Talked to the folks upstairs and got permission to put together a temporary task force until the shell's repaired. Looking for those willing to work in teams and in shifts to keep our own clear of the damaged areas. I'd prefer none of us find out what the inside of a palace prison looks like, because for some reason I doubt it'll be so luxurious as the word 'palace' might suggest.

[A pause, like he's gauging his audience.] The creature we're all getting a piggy-back from is hurt. These people want to heal it, and they can only do that if we stay out of their way. Maybe we don't want to be here, maybe we weren't asked to come here, but the animal wasn't the one that done it and it shouldn't be the one that pays.

If you think you'd like to earn a little money and help protect something the person who rules this place likely values more than her own life, speak up. Even if you don't want to, think of it this way - you do this now, maybe you earn yourself a little favor down the road. If you think this is a terrible idea, well, too damn bad. You're welcome to try and play in the sewage sandbox, and I will happily see to it that you get dragged out by your ears and put in time out for being the children she seems to think we are.

Now who wants to hold hands with our neighbors and see what happens if we actually do as we're asked? Because I'll be frank, I'm a bit curious.

[Oh right. One other thing.]

The pasty kid she snapped at. Anybody know where I can find him?
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[ There’s a narrow face peering close at the console - high cheekbones and a nasty scar poking out from under the red cloth that covers the man’s right eye. Or lack thereof. He peers for a moment before leaning back, arms crossing as he speaks up. ]

I’m looking for other Scoia’tael in the area. I’d settle for another elf alone, between the mass of humans milling around here. [ A derisive snort, and Iorveth looks to the side for the moment - pointed ears at the side of his head incidentally apparent. ] The dh’oine stink of this place is enough to make one gag.

[ A moment of contemplation and the elf picks at the dirt under blunted nails idly as he speaks. ]

I’ve set my camp in a tree on the outskirts of the wood sector. [ His tone goes a little deadpan, with the same kind of condescension in it, but it’s very matter of fact. ] It’s a mass of wooden planks, rope, rough cloth and a six foot, one eyed elf - it shouldn’t be that hard to miss. I’m giving you dh’oine fair warning - there are traps laid around the perimeter and any who manage to pass those will take an arrow between the eyes.

If there’s a need for me to say it more than once, your race will likely be better off without you.

[ A pause, and he’s about to end the transmission, when he glances back, considering. ]

Gwynbleidd - If you’re here, come speak with me.

[[ ooc; On translations: I left the original Elder Speech words in here, even though they’ll be understood by anyone listening just like anything else, mainly to signal when Iorveth’s accent would have shifted between what he understands as Common and what he says in Elder speech. ANYWHO. Here.
Scoia’tael - directly translated: squirrels. It’s a band of nonhuman guerrilla warriors, though. But all that would be understood is ‘squirrels’ :’|
dh’oine - human. spoken in a derogatory tone
Gwynbleidd - White Wolf. ]]
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[Reid hates technology. No, he really, genuinely does. Computers don't move fast enough to keep up with him, and he has a long-established love of hard copies where literature is concerned. But the fact of the matter is, there are very few books here. So here he is, seated at a console, half a dozen of the local books he could find stacked beside him and several empty coffee cups as well. Recently, he's taken to drinking green tea, but a lapse in that particular habit seems appropriate considering his surroundings.]

 You know, the terminology relating to a meta or 'multiverse' was originally coined by William James, a philosopher and psychologist in the late nineteen hundreds. His paper, titled 'Is Life Worth Living?' was published in the 1985 October Edition of the International Journal of Ethics. He postulated that, with the decline of social religion all 'visible' nature (that is to say, everything we see and experience) is in and of itself a 'moral' multiverse as opposed to being a moral 'universe'. He was referring to the visible nature of the world - good existing alongside evil, with every imaginable shade in between. Each nuance of the world then became in and of itself a 'multiverse' in James' ideal.

 The neologism didn't actually enter into common vernacular until much later and under a drastically different context, but the concept of other worlds or parallel universes - what we today call a 'multiverse' - has actually been around for centuries, generally tied to religious philosophies of the time. Muslim theologian al-Ghazālī believed that it was not only possible but highly probable. His extrapolation was that that Earth was the best of all possible worlds and that humans occupied it as a form of divine right, stating that 'there is in possibility nothing more wondrous than what is'.

[a brief pause, because... he's generally not used to speaking so long without interruption.]

 Essentially, the concept of a 'life, death or dreaming' state faintly echoes several Buddhist or Hindu philosophies, though equally suggestive of liminality. The continual repetition of that 'life/death/dreaming' theme represents a trinity; three is often considered a holy number in any number of doctrines. Three also represents the body (life), the soul (death) and the spirit (dreaming). And then, the fact that there are five districts also reinforces the ties to numerology. If you go by the numerical value of the Hebrew letter 'He' or 'five' it symbolizes the universal life, the breath of man, the air, the spirit and the soul.

 Oh-- right, liminality. Liminality was another word coined in the same philosophical era as William James' 'multiverse' by Arnold Vann Gennep in his 1908 paper Rites de Passage. It's from the Latin līmen which means 'threshold' and it's a word used to describe the transitionary phase during a ritualistic transformation, during which the participant's own identity is considered to be void until the process is complete and the individual can be reborn. It's almost a contract – during this process you forsake your identity, your sense of self, your titles and earthly possessions all for the sake of a form of theoretical transcendental enlightenment. It's this fluidity of self that enables change and dissolution of old habits or customs to make way for the new. It's not limited to an individual, either; it can be applied to groups of people – such as a graduating highschool class – or to societies and cultures as a whole and I believe it's what we're technically undergoing now.

 Liminality is considered a tripartite structure, and each segment of that structure is as follows: preliminal rites, or rites of separation. This stage involves a metaphorical 'death' undergone by the initiand. They're essentially forced to leave something behind by breaking away from previous practices and routines, or by, say, coming to Keeliai.

 The liminal rites – or transitionary rites – involve the creation of a sort of... tabula rasa, a blank slate, through the removal of limits and forms previously taken for granted. There are two primary characteristics to this stage of the rite, first: the rite 'must follow a strictly prescribed sequence, where everybody knows what to do and how'. Because this rite is a fundamental deconstruction of the self and self-held values, it's meant quite literally to mirror the act of walking over a threshold between two worlds.

 The postliminal rites, or 'rites of incorporation' are the third and final sequence. During this stage, the initiand is re-incorporated into society, essentially born again as a 'new' being.

[CRICKETS. CRICKETS ARE CHIRPING IN THE BACKGROUND, REID. He awkwardly clears his throat.]

 All... right so... um, hi. I'm Doctor Spencer Reid. Any questions...?

[for those of you who didn't turn the console off ten seconds into his impromptu lecture??


 ooc; also: a permissions post.]
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[ His understanding, upon arrival, was that he wasn't unique in this place. Others, from other worlds, worlds far different even from the one that he had been stranded on, had arrived here too. He should wait, reason told him - other members of the Kree might be here. Avengers might be here. An infinite number of universes meant the probability of anyone with a specific grudge against him was minimal, but the world rarely ever functioned at its best, at least in terms of luck and fate.

He noticed these consoles allowed for three different options: video, audio, and text. Video would be brazenly inviting trouble, and although brazen was his usual MO, he was still recovering from recent events.

Text was... so not him.

Audio - well, voices were pretty easy to mistake?

The feed opened to a few seconds of silence.
]

...Hello. [ Another pause. ]

I seem to have found myself, like many of you, far from home. For the second time in my life. At least this time there's no one trying to vivisect me.

[ An attempt at humor? It was hard to tell with how flatly that was said and because of the third pause that followed. ]

Aside from these consoles, what sorts of technology are available here? Anything more advanced?
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[personal profile] hackingyoursensors
[Despite his relatively neutral expression, this post isn't easy to make. At first, he questions the wisdom of letting everyone know Wally's gone-- one speedster, one hero, less on the Turtle-- but he knows he owes it to all of Wally's friends to let them know. Besides, someone will find out at some point anyway.

It really, really sucks to have to do this. Especially as Dick Grayson, casual acquaintance and not Robin, best friend. But he sucks it up and keeps a light, mellow demeanor.]


I saw the kedan moving stuff out of Kid Flash's apartment earlier today. I take it that means he's gone home, so I thought I'd give his friends a heads up. I didn't know him too well, but he was a nice guy.

[With a little (unnoticeable) effort, he maintains his neutral expression and switches subjects.]

On a completely different note, has anyone been to the Emperor's library? I thought about asking if I could see it-- reading nothing but poetry is starting to get to me. I just want to know if it's worth it and if she'll ask something from me in return. I don't want to be too far into her debt if I can help it.

[With a very convincing smile, the feed ends.]

[But anyone going out tonight might notice Robin is being a little extra, um, assertive at crime-fighting. Punching thugs is totally a proper way to deal with your best friend suddenly disappearing. And an important, powerful relic falling into the hands of a potentially dangerous enemy.]
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[personal profile] sharpes
note to all the newcomers:

you are really not more important than the rest of us, fyi. and demanding answers? is pretty dumb. because if we had them do you seriously think we'd still be here?

yeah.

thanks for playing. feel free to link this to any n00bs past or present, because some people seriously need a wake-up call.

oh yeah and welcome to the jungle or something.

- anonymous.
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[personal profile] survival_isnt_living
[There's an almost lazy arrogance in Sep's posture as he regards the camera, and a small smile on his handsome face. He seems incredibly pleased with himself--and he is. After a moment in which he clearly considers what to say, he lets out a quick, amused breath. His smile softens a little.]

For any new arrivals, and those I haven't met, I'm Sep. I didn't want to speak before I was certain I could deliver. Now I am.

I'm a healer. [The pause shows a brief flicker of distaste on his face, before settling into something more serious. He hates the word he's about to use.] Functionally speaking, I draw on the... magic in water. As such, at home we generally work with patients in a tub of water. For some, the more powerful can work without, but it's not our preference.

As far as specialty, I'm most familiar with injuries, any kind that needs attention. By my people's standards I am more skilled than most. [He frowns briefly.] Serious illness generally takes longer, and is more exhausting. And with injuries, there are limits. With any luck we won't have to face anything truly serious.

I know some people won't be quite as comfortable with healing by [almost invisible pause] magic as my people are. For us, it's as everyday as breathing. Obviously I'll respect your boundaries, whatever they are, though I hope you'll take the professional's advice.

[Faint amusement glitters in his bright green eyes.] I'll be working out of my suite in WA-3A. [It's just more convenient.] Come by whenever you need to, especially for emergencies.
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[To all appearances, Molly has visitors in her little room in the Earth sector. If anyone is familiar with Disney movies, they might look somewhat familiar. One is a faun, the other a caterpillar, and the two seem to be sharing the caterpillar's hookah, immersed deep in conversation. If you listen close, you might even be able to hear the soft murmur of their voices, and what looks to be firelight plays gently on the ceiling.]

[Then, abruptly, Molly clears her throat and both the caterpillar and the faun are gone in an instant, leaving the soft flicker of colors in the background behind her. The young woman in question is seated, still a good distance away from her screen (just in case), and looking a curious mixture of slightly smug and a bit bored. When she speaks, she sounds cheerful enough, if still wary.]


I don't suppose there'd be anyone willing to tutor me around here? I'm getting kind of bored of sitting around with illusions, and I don't want to try fireballs in an enclosed space. So, uh, help?
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[personal profile] suoxi
[ the feed cuts on and Inara is positioned behind the console, smiling lightly with crimson lips pulled upwards as she regarded the camer thoughtfully. She is cleaned up and prepped for a public chat, hair dried and styled as well as she was able. ]

Good evening, everyone. My name is Inara Serra, and I have recently found myself a bit out of sorts with my arrival in this strange place. I would cry kidnapping, but I hardly think that is the case.

I was wondering - and hoping - that there might just be someone I know here. Please, if you recognize me, I would greatly appreciate if it you could respond.

Also, if anyone could perhaps explain a bit more about what this place is and how I might have come to be here - and why - I would also be greatly indebted to you.

Thank you.

[ she smiles once more as she waits for responses, should they come. ]
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[personal profile] effective
[There’s a girl staring at the screen with a look that’d seem almost dead if not for the intensity in her eyes. Katniss is really fucking unhappy, and it shows] It was supposed to be over. [She’s addressing the screen, but it sounds almost like she’s talking to herself.] It was supposed to be over, and they were supposed to leave me be.

[Her fingers twine around each other, drawing attention to the way her hands are scarred with burns and stretched, pale skin where it was grafted on. Observant people might note similar marks crawling up the side of her neck] They told me this emperor knows everything, but that just sounds like another word for president to me. I won’t play this game again, not ever. [Her fingers form a fist and she tears her eyes away from the screen to stare at it. She’s silent for so long, it seems almost as though she’s forgotten she was recording]

Where’s Peeta? [It doesn’t seem to have occurred to her that he might not be here.] No more games.
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[On comes the video. A handsome man in his early forties, wearing a Stetson, staring the screen down with the kind of suspicion typically reserved for interrogations.

And for about ten seconds that is all he does. When he speaks, it's with a thick Kentucky accent.]


I suppose, now I'm thinking about it, using this means of communication is an acknowledgement that this is in fact happening and I am not higher than a summer kite or having a trauma-induced hallucination of some kind. S'funny, I didn't figure myself as the type, but I suppose one never does.

I'm going to find a drink. Somewhere in this… [A pause that stretches long enough to indicate he's at a loss for words.] Extremely creative venture into the deep recesses of my apparently disturbed psyche. Because god knows if I'm in my head, there's got to be a puddle around here somewheres.
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[personal profile] tangentdarko
[The video clicks on and shows Donnie sitting in his suite, a fairly average teenage boy in a plain t-shirt.]

Am I dead? Frank said the world would end, but this isn't the end of everything. The end of the world would have to be different that this. And those other people said I wasn't dead, but this place isn't exactly Middlesex.

[A pause.]

I had to obey him because I had to know his master plan. But it's more complicated than that. They would tell you that if I took my meds right then I wouldn't have this problem, but Frank wasn't a hallucination. He was real. He saved my life. And I'm still painting and writing and doing everything they told me to do after that thing with the house, but it didn't help. I mean, it did, but not with Frank.
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[personal profile] cowled
Well, this is... embarrassing, if I do say so myself.

[He laughs a little, just to prove how completely embarrassed he is. Look. Do you see his embarrassment? Because it's totally there.]

Here it is, almost literally the eve of this masquerade and I find myself without a date. I hope none of you gentlemen mind me cutting in on you when the time comes.

[His tone is a little at odds with his expression, which is patently apologetic. His voice, however, is steeped in savoir-faire. Because what playboy wouldn't be happy to go stag amidst a party of beautiful women, I mean really.]

And on that note, I would officially like to extend my gratitude to Favrielle nó Eglantine for making this event a possibility in the first place, and for sharing this aspect of her culture with us. She's been a rock of our community for some months now, and she deserves every ounce of recognition her genius affords her.

not!IC cut, various encryptions to people )
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[personal profile] grimreaping
[ At this late hour there is low, white lighting in the background, but the room is mostly dim. Kid's yellow eyes are slightly reflective in the video feed and he seems a bit weary, but maintaining his usual politeness. Like most of the foreigners to Keeliai, Kid received an invitation to the Midwinter Masquerade and had decided to take today to get things in order for it. ]

Did anyone else have trouble finding apparel for this upcoming masquerade? I found a very proficient seamstress who was quite helpful in designing an outfit around my suggestions but locating an acceptable mask was... extremely stressful!

Who mandated that they should all be decorated asymmetrically?? Every. Single. Sequin. Every stitch!

[ He's obviously agitated but stops and takes a deep breath. ]

But I finally found one that I can wear. Hopefully everyone else hasn't had the same troubles.

[ No Kid, no one else is going to obsess about it like you did... ]