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[If anyone who's met Jason before were to see him now on the feed, they almost wouldn't recognize him. He's actually almost smiling, and the grim efficiency that usually characterizes his interactions with people has mostly lifted. It's very nearly eerie. But the good weather and subsequent good mental vibes are affecting him too, even if the weather does remind him of happier times. The associated anguish of those memories is dulled.]

For the record, I could get used to this sea change.

lostundercover

If anyone found anything of mine while on land, I'd appreciate if you could hand it over.

[He's a little grumpy.]

[60% Encryption (shared): Cobb, Ariadne, Arthur, Eames]
I figure we should stop fuckin' around and talk about why it is that you're looking for a sedative, interested in dreams, and maybe what it is you people actually do for a living.

[60% Encryption (private): Ariadne]
You don't have to explain. I get why you played me.

[60% Encryption: Jack]
You remember what I said, about if something happens to me.

[ooc: Inception peeps, feel free to threadjack or create new threads to privately talk to each other in this post!]

amonfire

[ Amon comes into view; he sits at a cherry wood desk that is an elegant piece with waving designs carved into the wood. So faddish that it appeared to enjoy a pride of place against his otherwise spartan suite. On it before him are two glasses. In one glass is crystal clear water catching the light coming in from an unseen window, and in the other is a murky sludge with black sediment at the bottom.

With no preamble Amon opens proceeds to delve right into the matter at hand. ]

Efforts are being made to clean the water that suffered the worst of the pollution in the Water Sector. I bring this to your attention because I'll be seeing to it that there is water safe for consumption made available to the clinic I work at in the Earth Sector, and in any homes here in the Water Sector as it never hurts to have an emergency supply on hand should rationing start up again. Or should you wish to have water on hand when making the trip off the turtle now that another landfall is on the horizon.

That still leaves the deplorable state of public waterways here, but we're doing what we can. You have one Namorita Prentiss to thank for spearheading the initiative; I am merely playing my part.

[ There is a brief lull as Amon shifts in his seat. The only movement he's made throughout his little spiel as the mask obviously obscured any facial expressions. ]

Something else I wanted to touch on that is unrelated to recent events. It occurs to me that, among the foreigners, English is the dominant language. For someone whose native language is far removed from English, specifically Mandarin Chinese, I find text posts and anything written to be an obvious challenge. [ If this confession is an embarrassment for him it doesn't show, not even in his tone of voice. ]

I find it in our best interests to be on common ground in any possible respect, and that includes communication. If there are any native English speakers willing to take on a student I would be forever indebted to them.

Also, I invite others who share my problem to consider my proposal of broadening their grasp of written English. Might come in handy down the road as this place is quick to remind us that nothing is for certain. One of these days we could very well be faced with another crisis, and one that impinges on our ability to communicate.

( encrypted 30% private to Tarrlok )

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 ]

thequeensown

[Talia has been keeping relatively quiet over the network, but Jack's post caught her attention while she was checking up on things and she responds with a post of her own after gathering her thoughts.]

Hello... my name is Talia and I've had the pleasure of meeting a few of you since my rather rough arrival. [If by rough she meant near death, but that was a trivial matter right now.] As has been brought to your attention already, our hosts appear to be growing ever more impatient with us. In some areas this is as a simple as not offering us jobs, or refusing us service... In other areas, I have been physically jostled aside and I've little doubt that others have suffered similarly. I know rationing and I understand the stress that it puts upon a people, let alone a people that are 'suffering' unexpected guests. This is something more and it concerns me...

[She exhales slowly, because admitting to this had caused her problems in the past and directly caused her to be ostracized and targeted... needless to say, she was wary, but knew it was knowledge that needed to be shared.]

I would like it known that I am an Empath and a Mind Healer. One of the things this grants me is the ability to read the emotions of others and, if I choose, to sway them. The kedan are restless and they are angrier by the day... I'm the strongest Empath in my kingdom, but not even I can manage the entire expanse of Tu Vishan by myself at one time. I have been able to keep tempers calm around the Water Sector, but if you've need of me anywhere, at any time, you've but to send for me and I will come.

Otherwise, I will be making circuits throughout the Sectors and offering what help I may with my abilities. [And she'd continue to do so until she ran herself to the ground or the trouble came to an end.]

cowled

[When the video opens on Bruce, much of his 'friendly neighborhood playboy' demeanour is muted. He looks a little more serious than normal, though his tone and expression remain congenial enough.]

As some of you may have noticed, passports have been delivered to our suites. It's very likely that these herald another landfall, and given the fact that our population is significantly increased from what it was in November, I'd like to warn people about what we might encounter.

[Attached is a file, landfall.doc. It contains things like details on the llothi, the mausoleum, the ruins, the temperature, sorts of plants found, soil samples, etc.]

You have Miranda Lawson to thank for those. Sadly, she's no longer among us, but I doubt she'd want her research to go to waste.

[A slight pause, barely notable before he continues.]

And that brings me to my second point of business. At one time, a foreigner was keeping a list of people we might be looking for in the event that they arrive. However, I think it's past due we started a compilation of the names of those that have left us. Since disappearing from this place seems an almost instantaneous process, it could be weeks or even months before we become aware of some people's departure, and I believe that process is best expedited for everyone's sake. Most recently, at least to my knowledge, we've lost Miranda Lawson, Favrielle nό Eglantine and Lina Inverse.

[Not mentioning Jason Todd? Not mentioning Jason Todd.]

I'd appreciate any other names you might have.

Additionally, given the current state of Keeliai, I think it's an opportune time to rekindle the idea for a Foreigner-lead council. Councilman Tarrlok, a word to that effect? I think an elected representative from each Sector would be a good place to start.

And if there is anyone well-suited to the role, I'm happy to hold nominations.

sophos

[There are times when she really, really hates her dyslexia, and one of them is now, when she'd much rather do this in text. But it's too annoying, more time consuming than she wants to deal with right now, so avoidance via audio it is. Annabeth's voice is guarded but casual.]

I promised some time ago that when I spoke to the Emperor about looking at our individual futures I'd share the results. [A beat.] It works. She can do it. It'll cost you something, but it's within her ability and in my case, it was the truth. It's reasonable to assume it would be in others.

[There's an idle tapping noise and a slightly longer than normal silence before she speaks up again, a little less distanced, but there's still a new heaviness, if you've spoken with Annabeth in the past. She shifts in her chair, but the sound of it is... odd, more of a rustle than seated squeaks.]

I'm sure some of you have heard that Tu Vishan is making landfall soon, or at least noticed the kedan preparing for something. I doubt it'll be exactly the same environment as the last time that happened, but if this is new for you, there's something to be aware of, especially if you're planning on going ashore. The further you get from the turtle, the weaker any potential powers or technology get.

I think it's because the turtle is a power source - thus, the further we get from it, the less abilities and powered tech functions. Magic, for example, wouldn't be usable after a certain distance. If you don't have any of that, not much will change. It's slow, and you'll notice it happening, so at the very least, you shouldn't have to worry about some random weapon or ability suddenly ceasing to work. [She might have gotten this theory from another source but w/e w/e.]

If anyone's wondering what the last continent was like, ask away. Though there's plenty of others who went, too, that you could speak with, and continents are always different anyway.

angermanaging

[He's seen a lot, experienced a lot, that would be considered unbelievable, but this is something else. Bruce had taken a few hours to himself to make sure he was calm, do his breathing exercises, and trawl the network with a frown. But ultimately he has to say something, he realizes. This isn't a place he can remain in isolation, as uncomfortable as that makes him.

The camera shows a serious-minded man with dark hair, face lined with tiredness but nonetheless alert and attentive. He can't resist taking a moment to complain about the illogic of it all first.]

You know, I'm pretty sure the many worlds interpretation is time asymmetric. Even if world splitting happens, why would world merging ever... [He stops himself. Sighs. Okay, yeah, physics isn't going to help him much here, is it? He can't even be surprised.

Bruce runs a hand through his hair, pushing onto practicalities without transition.] So what exactly is the process for getting a job around here? I'm not picky, but-- I have the most experience in mechanics.

And, uh. If anyone knows where I could get some superglue, I'd appreciate it.

Thanks. [He finishes the broadcast intentionally without giving his name; there's one split second of awkward pause, and then he switches it off.]

[ooc: People from other Marvel verses, you're free to recognize him as Bruce Banner or not as you want. And his permissions are over here if you need them!]

aloadeddie

[Oh look, Arthur is showing his face on the network today. Unlike some of his companions, he prefers the "out in the open" alias. His face is pleasantly neutral, if a bit, well, curious.]

I'm kind of wondering here, how many others are regular insomnia sufferers? I've been dealing with this for quite a while, myself, maybe we can exchange tips and tricks for handling it.

Also, call it academic curiosity, but has anyone experienced major changes in their sleep cycles or habits since arriving here? I know, I know, I get the whole spiel about being between life and death and dreaming. It's just that - when I do sleep, I'm a lucid dreamer. But that's changed since I showed up here. [White lie - he doesn't dream at all without the assistance of drugs, but that's neither here nor there.

He looks like he's about to end the feed, but then remembers something else.]

Oh, right. I'm Arthur, by the way. I'm putting together a small private security firm. I know things are tight right now, with rationing and all, but my rates are variable and I'm happy to do a free consult - small businesses, personal security, event stuff, whatever you've got.

[Private - Cobb, Eames, Ariadne (dreamshare encryption 95%)]

I'm hiring Billy Costigan. Don't even start, I know it's a risk. The guy is way too interested in us for my taste. We need to figure out why and how to deal with it.

beganwithamask

[Anonymous location]
So I gotta hand it to myself, this is one heckuva hallucination I've dreamed up.

[The face on the screen is young; he could probably pass as sixteen or seventeen still, though in reality he just turned twenty. The way he sits, the expression on his face, he's not trying to act any older - people let their guards down for teenagers, mostly, and he can use that to his advantage. His brown hair is combed neatly in a vaguely old-fashioned style, and what's visible of his shoulders are clad in something that could be US military - though, circa WWII if you would recognize something like that. He seems a little... bored? almost, leaning on his hand, elbow on the desk in one of the little cafes. He's already spoken to Toro, but he's still not sure he believes the whole story the kedan are feeding him.]

I'm guessin' I'm in a VA hospital somewhere, drugged outta my gourd. Might not have lost my looks in that grenade blast if the nurses are givin' me the good stuff. [His smile is easy, charming, that winning Bucky Barnes smile he's so known for. The 'grenade blast' is an obvious lie to anyone who might have heard of him in the modern day, not that he knows that, but he's trying to figure out if anyone else is here that he knows, trying to get some answers about what's really going on.] Shapeshifters, a city on a turtle, an' a 'world between life, death, and dreaming', what'll the morphine cook up next? Even these video talk consoles, bet the Army would love to go runnin' with that idea. Hey, if this is my drug-induced coma, my unit's prob'ly here somewhere, so hey, you see 'em, tell 'em Private James Barnes is lookin' for those guys. Especially you, Rogers, you big lug.

lostundercover

Anyone have any suggestions for a job around here that might- might pay a little more than the average?

[He's clearly choosing his words carefully, trying to hint at a deeper meaning.]

( Private to: Evandau, Ariadne, Spencer Reid, Kyle Rayner, Dominick Cobb, and Eames )

kelpful

[Percy is in his own suite for once, mostly so that any backlash from this won’t be directed at Annabeth. This attempt is marred a little by the fact that he has her shield on the desk in front of him, but oh well. Unlike his usually cheery face, his expression now is a little drawn, frowning]

Okay, I’m not really sure how to bring this up, so I’m just going to say it. It’s really important – as in, related to all of us being here – so you probably all want to hear this. But it might be upsetting, too? I don’t know how everyone’s going to feel about this, which is why it’s taken a while to come up. But with the palace starting to kidnap people involved off the streets, I think that people should know.

A couple of weeks ago, the underwater barrier went down. I don’t know how or why, but a couple of people were able to get past it and under the turtle itself. There was some kind of facility there that the kedan were taking supplies to, and when we went to have a closer look…

[He pauses for a second, before ultimately deciding to just forge ahead] It was a cloning facility. There were clones there of us – for some reason they were in giant light bulb tanks? I don’t even know. I don’t know if that means that we’re clones, or that they’ve just been making copies or something, but that’s what we found. We would’ve looked for more information, but the kedan decided to blow the whole place up, I guess. [He’s going to neglect to mention Kara’s helping hand with that] Ever since that happened, the new people arriving haven’t been pulled out of the ocean.

[He leans back, hand absently tapping on the edge of Annabeth’s shield] That’s all I know. And now Nita’s been basically kidnapped by the palace. You know, considering that swimming places isn’t exactly a capital offence. [The scowl is more of a glare now, and it kind of becomes apparent that Percy is actually really freaking angry]

So if anyone else wants to find out what the hell is going on – well, you probably shouldn’t talk to me about it, I kind of just painted a giant target on my forehead. But you guys have the information now, so do what you can with it.

squint

Looking for a chemist with the ability to reverse engineer a formula. --Mr Charles

[ Guess who's at his normal cafe in the earth sector? That's right, Cobb is sipping his tea quietly while he scours the network for someone that can manage to take the somnacin formula and give the team more. If they could work the PASIV... ]

storm_warning

[The console feed fires up, password keyed in before she's even settled into the chair. Ororo is wearing her jacket still, fresh from outside and looking to play the hybrid between winded and frustrated. She brushes hair away from her face and leans on the edge of the console.]

X-Men, shout out. Anyone heard from Kurt or the Professor?

[She's seen neither of them lately and a couple spins around the city haven't shed light on where they are. After a second, she shakes her head and starts shrugging off her jacket.]

Everyone else, what're your thoughts on having live theatre around here? I asked a couple kedan and they looked at me like I'd sprouted a third leg -- only you'd think they'd be okay with that.

Point is, me and Toby're thinking about translating some late nineties masterpieces and updating some serious Hollywood classics and putting them on. Got any requests?

disfavored

[After the encounter with Amon he wasn't much up to doing the usual Polite Politician bit, but he's had to do things he didn't really feel like doing enough times before that it's just routine by now. He clears his throat, straightens his robe a bit, and starts speaking.]

I seem to have been away for...a number of weeks, at least, if not months. I haven't quite worked out how long it's been yet.

I've noticed a couple familiar faces so far [Mostly, his brother.] but there are quite a few people I've never met, as well. So I may as well introduce myself again, with apologies for any redundancy.

I am Councilman Tarrlok, representative of the Northern Water Tribe. Unfortunately that probably doesn't mean much to most of you, but I have experience with political leadership and was trying to help out in any way I could before my ill-timed disappearance.

So, I hope to get to know you all again, and don't hesitate to ask me for help if you need it.

michaeljangelo

[Mike knows the rules, and he knows them by heart: When you're in a new place, and you aren't sure of your surroundings, you stay hidden to stay safe. Someone will come and find you. So when the kedan deliver him to his suite, Michaelangelo stays there.

It's only after he's lowered all the shades, explored the suite from top to bottom, and booby-trapped the front door with common household items, that Mike turns his attention to the communication console. Mike's access and familiarity with all things computer has been limited at best, with the bulk of his exposure coming in the form of play-testing what ever new video game Donatello had been coding. So it comes as more than a little bit of a shock to him that the console is as easy for him to work as the skim-milk blue guy with a similar number of fingers on his hands said it would be.

It doesn't matter that he's not home, or that the people who found him aren't quite human, or even that anyone who saw him on this vidscreen thing could easily just assume he was some sort of special effect added in post production.]

Um...hello? I.
I'm just looking for my brothers. There was a light from some sort of machine. They started to disappear without me. I just. I just want to find them.

Leo? Donnie? Raph? Please tell me you're out there. Please?

una_persson

[The feed switches on to show Una, entirely at ease in her suite in the Wood sector. She has a cut-glass British accent, though her manner isn't especially posh; she is smiling and seemingly quite relaxed, as if washing up on the back of a giant turtle is the sort of thing that happens to her every day.]

Hello, ladies and gentlemen and others. My name's Una Persson, and I'm newly arrived from the twentieth century. It's certainly a very interesting place you have here, and the locals are quite helpful.

Though they didn't see fit to tell me where a lady can get a decent cup of coffee, or whatever the local equivalent is, so I hope I can prevail upon my fellow expatriates for a recommendation? And I should also really like an overview of the local current events; I'd hate to be uninformed and say or do something to cause trouble.

[Though there's something about the way she says it and the gleam in her grey eyes that suggests that causing trouble might be precisely what she's interested in.]

lecentre

[Courfeyrac, despite looking worse for wear (to say the very least), fixes the feed with his most charming smile. Is it possible to look so dashing when so tattered? He somehow makes it possible. His voice is light and friendly when he speaks up.]

Good morning. I have a very important question if someone would be kind enough to answer.

[He leans in conspiratorially, lips quirking just a bit. He's obviously in pain, but doing his best to cover that and his confusion up.]

Anyone here able to find me a nice hat? I seem to have misplaced my last one and it would be a shame for my head to be bare during my stay.

[He leans back with a stretch, and perhaps a wince at that if you’re watching carefully enough. (Who are we kidding, it's extremely obvious at this point.)]

I shall eagerly await a response. Until then, it’s most certainly a pleasure to meet all of you. [He pauses, trying to figure out if he should say more or not, before he decides:] And if any of my friends are around... Well...

[He cuts off there, not knowing exactly what else to say, so he opts to say nothing at all.

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.

lostundercover

[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 (

brokenweapon), navy blue is Billy Costigan (

lostundercover)]

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