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[ 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. ]

the_other_eight

[Pepper is sitting at her desk, arms crossed in front of her, datebook sitting open in front of her, and coffee sitting steaming and nearby. She looks very serious as she addresses the camera.]

Good afternoon, as some of you may know, my name is Pepper Potts. I've been doing some talking with several other ... transplants. Miss Carter informed me that there had been talk of a welcoming committee, but as of yet there has been no move to assemble such a party. As such I would like to take it upon myself to do so. This committee is entirely voluntary however. If you have no desire to join said committee then please don't comment here. If, however, you have a friendly demeanor and are good at explaining confusing and seemingly unbelievable situations to people who may or may not be confusing to you, please submit your interest to this message.

[She takes a moment to offer a soft smile to the camera before turning off the feed.]

nogutsnoglory

I figure this isn't exactly gonna work, but- it's worth a shot. You know, for prosperities sake. Hell it worked in the last place I was at, with mixed results, but whatever.

[He takes a slow centering breath, closing his eyes as silence falls over the feed. The silence lingers for a few moments more before Eddie suddenly claps his hands together, the loud noise probably startling anyone actually watching the video. His eyes staying closed as he begins to speak.]

Oh, holy, mean green and scaly giant turtle carryin' us around. That sounds good, right? You think you could like- send us home or some shit? It'd be appreciated oh, uh mighty turtle guy- or girl. Equal turtle rights, man. No discrimination for turtles, hell no.

Like, we'll solve your problems or whatever. As long as it doesn't involve stupid shit or too much terrible death, I kinda like livin'. Just like give us some fuckin' clue to what is goin' on since everyone is intent on being vague as fuck. You're like, a giant turtle so you can be honest, right?

Yeah?

[There is just silence for a moment, but Eddie doesn't seemed deterred by it as he keeps going.]

Okay, cool. We'll- give you, the fuck do turtles eat, lettuce and carrots. Giant pieces of lettuce and carrots in return and save the day too, cause I guess we're here for that apparently. Just give us a sign. Like, a good one, not that oblique shit like turtle faces on toast. That would be kinda weird.

Uh, am-turtle-men.

[Eddie opens an eye looking around. Letting the silence go on a moment before sighing.] Okay, no earth shatterin' kaboom or sign, so probably didn't work? Damn it. So much for that.

thegrandorder

--Ah... A fascinating invention.

[The video feed flickers alive to a close-in shot of a clean shaven chin. The feed pans to reveal a cool gray eye. The man using his new communication device peers directly into the camera. There is a faint rustling, and he backs away from the camera, revealing the full, vaguely pompous, aristocratic visage of an aging gentleman. His smoothed graying hair is pulled back into a smart knot at the nape of his neck. His cravat and layers of thick clothes around his shoulders indicates something of the old-fashioned about him. His hand, decorated with a chunky ring, hovers pensively around a small colored object around his neck; it is impossible to see more detail than that.]

Good day, ladies and gentleman of Keeliai. I am Haytham Kenway, and it appears regardless of whether you or I desire it, I am your new neighbor. I am sure many of you have all had your turn with a welcome speech from the native community, [The corner of his mouth pinches, and his brow makes an airy leap up his forehead,] so I will not waste your time with complaints or extensive speeches.

Rather, I propose to offer myself and my skills in this advertisement. I am able-bodied and quick on my feet. I have extensive prior experiences with courier services. I am willing to work the same here. Should you have any need of a letter or parcel delivery, I invite you to send for me.

aloadeddie

[So aside from poking his nose into Ariadne's network post, Arthur has been keeping a low profile since his arrival. Better to lurk, read what he can, get as much information as possible before sticking his nose out and drawing attention to himself. But eventually that line of inquiry always runs its course, so he's now at a point where he feels like he needs to say something on here or risk seeming strange and overly-reclusive. And he wouldn't want that, either.]

So what’s with the whole, “this isn’t death, or a dream, but it’s not exactly real" thing? Is anyone buying this? I didn’t die, that’s for sure, so what kind of dream could this be? [And he can’t wake up, either. He tried that. But really, this is just to see if the whole ‘dream’ thing pings anyone. He’s less interested in individual theories at this point. And it might help him figure out who here is a projection and who might be real, if he’s lucky.]

Also, while I'm sure gardening is great for some people, I'm not exactly gifted with a green thumb. I need something else to do. Back home I ran a private security firm, but I'm open to ideas.

My name is Arthur, by the way.

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