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If nothing else, it certainly has been a year.

[Enjolras's face is thoughtful still, pensive as always, but certainly less guarded than it was when he arrived here himself, perhaps six months ago. It is some progress of a sort.]

One year ago today, close enough to today, at least, it is so very hard to tell, I was in Paris, still, and seeing the better world we were meant to usher in, though it was difficult to determine, at that point, when we'd take to barricades a second time. I wrote, I spoke, I read, and prayed for something better as I had never prayed for anything since I was...very young.

[And just who did he pray to? Well, it's better that is left unsaid. There is some speculation there, as it seems likely it was not to any God or Gods not made such by revolution.]

And I've seen much in this past year. Darkness and a new disease at home, the heights of love and sacrifice, virtue, friendship and loyalty defined, refined and brought forth to new heights. And then, I managed to come here, where those lessons, and the new things that I've learned have taught me even more.

Life here has been a life of learning, one of mistakes, triumph and despair and joy. I've been blessed in it, and overall, it has been good, but there are those we've lost, some far more recently than others, some who have been especially dear to us.

I speak of those whom we have lost this year, in specific, those from my home. We have lost others as well, but I prefer to stick to those whom we've known best when speaking of memorials and such. I would propose that we do something if it's possible.

Are there any who would be willing to join in such if we should offer it?

Castmates:

Do we have ideas for something we might do beyond drinking in their honor? It would suit some of them well enough, but not for Jehan, I imagine. I would welcome ideas.

Dorian Grey:

You were,in many ways, the closest of anyone to Jehan here. I would especially hope you are willing to come, perhaps to speak of him, ad if you should need anything, please do inform me.
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As some of you may know, I was hired to find the person responsible for multiple killings in September, along with an attempted homicide. That person has now killed the Emperor. [ There's a flash of something like remorse, but it only lasts a second before her jaw tightens. There's no time to feel guilty for not catching the person sooner. She has to stop him now, before he kills again. ]

I have a list of suspects. I've narrowed it down significantly. If you were one of the people I talked to about it, please see me immediately.

Private messages for Mako, Tarrlok, Gaius Septimus, Dorian Gray, Lord Harry Wotton, Arthur Curry, Damian Wayne, Bart Allen, Jason Todd, Hal Jordan, other Hal Jordan, Billy Costigan, Rory Williams, Clara Oswald, Hannibal Lecter, Invincible, Bossuet, Combeferre, Javert, Jean Prouvaire, Marius Pontmercy, Julio Richter, Scarlet Spider, Santo Vaccarro, Scott Lang, Victor Barkowski, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, the other Tony Stark, Hayley Stark, Percy Jackson, Zelgadis Graywords, Jax Teller, Jim Kirk, Balthazar, Isaac Lahey, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, Cecil Gershwin Paler )



Private message to Barry Allen )
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[Video post. The first thing you'll see is a metal domino mask, in shape something like this crossed with this, a diamond pattern etched into the surface. Then she lowers the mask, revealing her own face.]

So many things I'm not sure what to make of. These mysterious bits of metal, for instance. I've spoken to at least one other person for whom it's taken the shape of some familiar object. Has anyone heard anything interesting about it? [She twirls the mask in her hands.] Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret having picked this up? [Her slightly aggrieved tone is mostly put on for comic effect, but she is a bit concerned.]

Private messages to: The Emperor, Orion, and Team ASS )

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[Sabriel is carefully composed as she starts. She's wearing her bell bandolier over a deep blue sweater, and a robed, translucent figure-her Sending- can be seen in the background, sweeping the floor behind her.]

I know that the recent landfall has been very pleasant, despite the cold, but there are a few things I wanted to ask the network. [And Sabriel pulls out a sheet of paper, along with a metal bell, and sets them in front of her. The paper is covered with marks- a careful copy of the strange markings in the snow she found around the metal.]

Has anyone else discovered strange pieces of metal outside of Keeliai? It was in a sort of... snow circle- I made a copy of the symbols, and they look like what I saw in Sinbrilee.

And I also wanted to make an offer. I have a Paperwing- a flying device that can carry one other passenger. If anyone wants to fly to one of the cities in Bresylik, I'd be happy to take them for a small fee.

Finally, I want to ask if anyone else here is a necromancer, or has some training in the art? [Because she hasn't asked it in a while, and she wants to know if there's anyone else who could communicate with the dead- or bend them to their will.]

[Locked to ASS members]

I know Iorveth is no longer here, but I wanted to tell all of you that I may have another source of information- though I don't know how reliable it is.

When the Enemy was making Asti sick, I was part of a team sent out to investigate reports of ghosts attacking people in an old graveyard. Something- if might have been the enemy, began to appear there while we were investigating, but the ghosts drove it off. It turned out to have nothing to do with Asti's illness, and since I didn't have my magic I couldn't do much about the ghosts, but recently I went back to speak with them. [Without realizing it, Sabriel's fingers twitch toward the Dyrim bell in her bandolier.]

I don't entirely trust them, [Mostly because they're Dead.] and I think what they know is rather out of date even if they are being honest, but what I do know is that they aren't kedan, they were all soldiers, and they died fighting the Enemy.
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[Here's a seldom seen face on the network. Jehan's been sick and it shows--he's paler than normal and he sounds a little stuffy.

(The illness was actually convenient. He hasn't been feeling very sociable and this gave him a very good reason to not be sociable.)

But he is feeling better and he supposes he'd best let whoever may have been looking for him know, as well as see who all has shown up in his absence. In the background, you can hear his panpipes playing 19th century Christmas carols]


I had forgotten that simply because I am indisposed does not mean that the world at large is equally indisposed. I have been largely unavailable for the last month, for reasons I suspect are obvious [and here he turns to cough] and I am afraid I have no idea where we are or what has happened. Would anyone be so kind as to, ah, inform me?

For those who may have joined us in the last month, or for those who may have forgotten my face, I am Jean Prouvaire, formerly of Paris.
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[The console turns on to show a curious-looking Isabeau, chin resting on interlaced fingers.]

I've been thinking, and I have a question for you all.

How does the system of government work on your world? What do you think of it?

[Is she even allowed to ask that here? Well, whatever. Too late now.]
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[It's video, so it's clear that Dorian looks the same. Still the bright roses of youth on his cheek, still the crisp dark curls on his head. The candour of youth in his face, and 'youth's passionate purity' in his smile. To look at him, you'd think he had kept himself unspotted from the world—even if all that the blue smoke around him is from one of Lord Henry's opium-tainted cigarettes.

But that is the visual half of things. As for the audio half?]


1986. The summer. [For audio, there is something torn in that low and musical voice, something of electrohouse's wretched distortion ripping the guts out of the base and leaving the jagged beat in its wake.

Dorian laughs.]
It was 1986, it was the summer, and Highlander came out for UK audiences. Crooned over scenes of loss, Freddie Mercury asks a question he'll never need to answer: "Who wants to live forever?" [The cigarette held away, conductor holding the note to let the question hang.]

[And callously, we're back.] Contemporary efforts in medicine might suggest 'just about everyone,' but in stories about immortals, the weariness is always more loss of people than loss of time. It's more that you're watching your granddaughter's funeral than it is that the shop beside the graveyard is a chain electronics place instead of the private member's club where you met her grandmother decades ago.

[Another drag of the cigarette. He is still smiling a pleasant, youthful smile.] But it occurred to me, speaking with Rebecca, that that sense of loss, of friendships brief as mayfly lives, is one we all get to share here. It's not a curse of immortality, something known only in a long term. It's frequent, repetitive, and to all intents and purposes, mundane. We foreigners just lose people, over and over and over and over, and there is never any resolution to any of it. Like the workroom of a perfectionist, it's a slaughterhouse of unfinished stories, and the corpses just keep piling up. Only corpses would give more closure than disappearances, and we aren't likely to be here ourselves by the time we can hold a funeral.

So we get used to it. We cope and we carry on. [Cigarette between his fingers, he gives a salute that somehow doesn't come across as sarcastic.] Congratulations on all the recent efforts, and good luck to everyone still with us in the future.

[Dorian holds up a mobile phone (circa 2007) with all lightness of touch and tone.] Does anyone have anything to for a mobile's battery? I left the charger in the 21st century, and I'd like to get my music off of this, but it gave out.
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[When the camera switches on there's only a view of Lord Henry Wotton's desk chair and his little library. Then a burst of laughter offscreen—familiar laughter to anyone who knows him, but brighter, lighter somehow. And then there's a blur of motion and a young man of twenty flings himself into the chair. He's got a handsome, boyish face, bright brown eyes, and a small, neatly trimmed moustache, and he's grinning hugely.

It's Lord Henry. Who has somehow had twenty-some-odd years shaved off and who looks exactly as he did when, as a young man, he took a First in Greats at Oxford without ever seeming to pick up a book. And he's loving it.]

Who is it that I must thank for this extraordinary turn of events? Has an elixir of youth been introduced to the wells of Keeliai? [He runs a hand through his hair, in which there is no more grey, and laughs again.] I used to say that the repetition of one's youthful follies is the surest way to get back one's youth, but I never expected that to be true.

[Serious? Not at all. He's just giddy.]

Ah, to have the gold of one's days paid back with interest! I must be careful not to waste it.


[OPEN ACTION: Over the course of the event, Henry may be found anywhere in Keeliai (particularly in the pleasure-houses, restaurants, and drinking establishments of the Fire sector). Wherever you find him, he will be in an excellent mood. Feel free to start a thread or ping me to request a start.]

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[Chekov opens the video feed. He (somehow) looks more his age in a casual outfit than in his command golds.

He gives a small wave to the camera and starts speaking, his heavy Russian accent noticeable in every word.]


Hello, everyone. If we have not met, my name is Pavel Chekov. First, I want to thank everyone who helped me when I arrived. You were all very generous and I appreciate it very much.

[A short pause before he speaks again.]

I was wondering about items people find on the 'mainland.' [He's read network posts, old and new] Are they always personal belongings or are there sometimes generic things from your homeworld? Or perhaps something clearly foreign but not from anyone's world? It is just an odd occurrence that I have noticed.

I should go, but I will make my next entry more interesting. I will also share any information I find from my informal survey.

[Another little wave]

Chekov out.

[To Bruce Wayne and Pepper Potts; super fancily encrypted to 100%]

Hello, Mr. Wayne and Miss Potts. I was directed to contact you two about a possible job in one of your companies. I specialize in stellar cartography, but I am also very good with computers and mechanics. I unfortunately do not have my records or documents from home, but I would be willing to undergo tests, if you would like. If it helps, Kyle Rayner directed me to you, Mr. Wayne, and Korra directed me to you, Miss Potts.

I thank you for your time and consideration, and I hope I did not assume too much by contacting you.

[He pauses, as if going through a mental list of possible things to add. He apparently comes up with nothing so he just smiles one more time and signs off.]
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[After trying to process things for days, she's finally willing to poke herself about again. She's been mostly alone in her rooms.]

If this place is all you have, what would you do? If home isn't an option any more, what things would you want to do here?

If nothing matters... [She's tense, sounding depressed.]

I guess I should make a list of things I've never done and do them. I just don't know where to start. Or do all the things I like to do. Me and my mom used to go hiking, but I guess I can't really do that here.

[She just sort of fades off before shutting the feed off.]
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[Vanessa's half turned away from the console when she turns the video on. Multitasking is a lifesaver, honestly. Her fingers are moving over the keyboard sitting next to her, playing a soft melody that's almost like a lullaby. She is a good egg mommy, okay. Turtle-baby needs pretty music.] I don't how it's possible that our items end up in this universe, but I have to say, this is way cheaper than saving my pennies for a piano or something. I can write all the music I want, but it's not the same as listening to it.

[Her fingers keep moving even as she glances up at the screen with a small grin.] Which means that I put the extra bit of juulan I had set aside to a good cause. For those of you who were interested - and anyone new! - I put down a payment for a building in Water to use for the outreach program. We can meet there. [Because the kedan in Water are still hero worshipping her, and she got a place really cheap. It's not the best, but hey. She can't argue with cheap.]

If you don't know what I'm talking about, a couple of months ago, we stumbled on this totally gross drug called Dust. And we want to help the people who are addicted, if you think that might be something you're interested in. You know, helping people, saving Asti, stopping Mally. Heroic things. [She goes quiet for a second, biting her lip.] We can meet and talk about where to start soon.
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[Catty is looking totally relaxed, leaning forward with her elbows on the desk, and her chin resting on her hands]

Hey, so, I can timetravel. [Yup just slamming that out there] And even though it's gone super weird here and I can't touch anything when I got back, or even have anyone notice me, it's still good for overhearing things. [A beat] Which, um, I haven't done to anyone here. So you know.

But I was thinking, there has to be some point in the past where things related to us were discussed, right? And if no one can see or hear us...well, we might be able to find out something interesting. Or important.

[She sucks in a breath, straightening] But I don't want to keep this to myself. So I'm asking for volunteers who don't mind stepping into a tunnel between space and time and exploring history. Vanessa'll tell you that it smells like cabbage, but she's kind of finicky. It's totally safe, and it doesn't smell bad at all, I promise. [yes it does] I think I'll be able to take four people back? My only real thing is that, if you come, you have to share what you find. It's not fair, otherwise.

[She gives a casual salute] Okay, Catty out! Just let me know if you're interested, okay?

[OOC: If your character is volunteering, please read this and sign up!]
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[The turtle's resident professor of sheep is looking- and sounding- a bit tired. Well, that is immaterial. He's not here to talk about being tired.]

Has anyone seen or heard from Admiral Norrington lately? I haven't been able to get in contact with him, and I just wanted to make sure he was all right.

[He has an unsettled feeling that perhaps he's gone... but maybe he just doesn't want to talk to Lyall.]

Do let me know. I'd be grateful.
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[The feed opens up on a bewildered Jehan. He has in his hands a set of panpipes]

While I was out in the city today, I came across these panpipes at the base of one of the arches in the city. No sooner did I pick it up then this--

[He's cut off by the pipes playing the first part of Berlioz's Symphonie fantastique. After a moment, it automatically quiets down so it's just a little background music as Jehan speaks]

--happened. As I returned home, it began to play Ave Maria when I began to hum it. I do not know how it knows these songs nor how it is possible for a set of pipes to play them, yet it does and it is. If these belong to you, I am in the Wood Sector if you wish to retrieve them.

[He hopes no one claims them. They're marvelous.

Lucky for him that no one will]
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So, let me see if I’ve got this straight. [There’s a pause, since the young man in the video is too tall for the device and has to adjust it slightly so it can record his face and just how much he is judging the entire turtle. It is quite a bit of judging.]

We’ve been kidnapped, and subsequently drafted, to fight a war for people we know nothing about, to the back of a giant turtle? And no one in this process thought to make sure they were getting actual combatants? Oh, and we have to work to pay for our stay, because kidnappees need to contribute to the economy, too? Is that about the gist of it?

[He pauses for a minute, as if actually waiting for an answer, before kind of laughing to himself, more than a little bitterly, and leans his chin on one hand.] And here I thought I might get homesick. Guess apocalypses come pretty standard wherever. Good luck, brave and mighty warriors of Who-Knows-Where-You’re-Actually-From.

You’re probably going to need it.

[He gives a sardonic, loose little salute with his free hand, before turning off the feed.]
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[It's about midday when Shayera turns on the comm, sitting in the comforts of her suite in the Earth Sector. Her expression is her default serious, and her overall demeanor shows she means business, despite feeling a tad unusual about making a public appearance that's not in person. But that aside, she knows that she has something that needs to be said, and a little awkwardness isn't going to stop her.] My name is Shayera Hol. Most of you probably don't know me, but that's not the point here. I'm here to talk about training for self-defense in battle.

[She leans back in her chair to get comfortable, arms crossed as she speaks.] I know there's been a few other posts about this, but having more offers doesn't hurt things. A-- [There's a brief hesitation as she decides which word best describes Kyle. He said family, but... she never agreed to that.] friend of mine brought it to my attention that there are people here who need to know how to fight. There's things here that can kill, and people should be prepared to defend themselves against them should the need arise. I'm a pretty competent fighter, so don't worry about me knowing what I'm doing.

[Then there's the fact that there's teenagers here, and they're really going to need help unless they have some form of fighting on their own.] Even if you have your own powers or whatnot, knowing how to fight is still crucial. I'd be willing to help anybody out, so just give me a call, or come to my apartment, EA-2C. I'll be starting the lessons in a couple of weeks, if nothing unexpected pops up.

[filtered message to Captain James Kirk and Clara Oswald]

[Once that's been taken care of, she fixes up a filter to the two Kyle told her about.] The little ball of sunshine told me about you two in particular needing training, so don't expect to get out of it. If you've got any questions, feel free to drop by.
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[AUDIO, public. The morning after the event ends and Tu Vishan starts moving again.]

I am not alone, I gather, in detecting a change in the air here. It is rather like waking on the very first day of the Season, with all the possibility that lies ahead—or waking the morning after the last day, with the happy knowledge that one need not be at home to anyone that day. We have, I suppose, escaped the fate of Des Esseintes's tortoise.


[AUDIO, private to Dorian Gray.]

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[When the video turns on, there sitting in the chair is a tanned, black haired, wild looking woman, with a glass of something in her hands. She's drumming her fingers against her arm from where it's crossed, a huge tribal tattoo decorating the arm. She certainly doesn't look happy to be here, but oddly enough, not that freaked out.

When she starts talking, her voice is quite distinctly Australian, but if you asked her where she was from, she'd certainly not reference 'Down Under'. The voice is also a little husky, harshened by the fact she's exhausted and had a drink to help quell her anxiety. Not that she'd ever admit to it.]


Seems like this place is fulla lost people, but not the people I'm lookin' for. [she pauses, taking a long drink from a glass she's holding. She seems strained, like she's frustrated it's have to even come to this, to stretching out and asking for help, and she's hesitant to start.]

Lady Luck is not shining on me today. [she gives a wry laugh, and takes another swig from her drink.]

Listen, I don't remember if I was here last time--I don't remember anything that happened last time--but if anyone remembers me, contact me as soon as you can. Especially you, Vanille. [She's secretly hoping that Vanille is the only one who answers. She doesn't know what she'd do if anyone else she knew did. Her sacrifice would have been for nought. They could be dust in the wind for all she knew.]

'Till then, somebody recommend a good bar. If I'm gonna be stuck here, I might as well enjoy myself and right about now, I really need to punch something.
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[So this happened. Sabriel's efforts spared Lord Henry the worst and kept him alive, but he was feverish and unwell for days after the possession incident, and only now has he recovered enough to actually communicate with anyone. In all of these posts, he's making a valiant effort to sound as insouciant as ever, but he's clearly tired, in some pain, and very bored. (Also, vain, as he's only using audio; he can't quite bring himself to look like death warmed over, even to his friends.)]

[AUDIO, private to his friends. Including but not necessarily limited to: Dorian, Bryn, Alcuin, Steve, Jack, Grantaire, Arthur, and Sabriel; if you've got friendly CR with Harry, feel free to assume that you have been included on this filter.]

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[AUDIO, private to his black-market network. Including: Arthur, and anyone who said they'd lend a hand before]

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[AUDIO, private to Sabriel.]

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[AUDIO, private to Dorian Gray. There's a silence before the message begins.]

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