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[Hellboy has a bad feeling about this. He’s been prowling around the barrier since the moment the Turtle hit bottom, and he hasn’t stopped since. The corpses in the water were unnerving, and when they started to stir in their watery graves, he learns he has every right to be worried.

Technology really isn’t his favorite thing. That’s why Hellboy tries his best to avoid using the network as much as he can. But seeing those horrible things pressing themselves against the barrier like a pack of hungry, undead kids in a candy store means it’s time to suck it up and try his hand at a PSA. If things really do end up going to crap, maybe it’ll count for something.

So early in the unwavering dark of an undersea afternoon, he stations himself in one of the console cafés somewhere near the edge of the city, doing his best to prepare for the worst.]

Hope this thing’s as zombie-proof as it is waterproof.

[Yeah… right. As if it’s ever that simple.]

Just in case anyone didn’t notice, we have a few visitors outside trying to drop by uninvited.
I’ve heard people have been able to travel in and out of the barrier pretty easily. That means there’s a good chance those things might find their way through.

My advice… don’t panic. Stay home, stay away from the barrier.

If anyone has enough firepower to blow up or burn a zombie, let me know. I know we’ve got some talented people out there. Would probably be a good idea to have people out and ready just in case.

[So this is Hellboy trying to be proactive without stirring up too much of a panic. It’s not his usual style, but he does the best he can. There’s really no way of preparing for something like this. But if things really do start going south, prepared or not, it’s gonna get ugly. So he’ll be out there, and he’ll be waiting.]

memoriesinsmoke

[So this is awkward. Liz has never been very good at talking about business beyond "what do you need me to burn". Handling everyone as a group was always Kate's thing - but Kate isn't here, and Hellboy's skills with rounding people up usually leave something to be desired. So she's just going to put on her best poker-face and do this.

Thankfully, she's always been good at keeping a straight face.]

I'm sure something everyone's noticed about this place is that there's no shortage of paranormal things going on. Some of you may be used to it, while others probably aren't.

For those of you that don't know me, I'm Agent Elizabeth Sherman, and back home I work for the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. Our job was to research, monitor, and investigate paranormal happenings around the world. ... And defend mankind from it, whenever it came to that. [Which it did. Very frequently.]

Considering the nature of this place, I thought it would be wise to try and put together something similar over here. That way the next time something happens, we'll have a group ready to take care of the problem without having to worry about civilians and other non-combatants getting caught up in the mess.

Of course, it's the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. So along with fighters, we'll need people with knowledge of the paranormal - and who could maybe help with looking into finding more information about the nature of the things found in this world - people who can keep records of what's already happened... office kind of stuff, basically. [She does paperwork when she has to, but it's not her forte, okay.]

If you're interested, let me know your experience with this sort of thing and what you're planning to contribute, and we can work something out.

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.

trainwrecked

I was going to talk about the masquerade next week, but it seems to be what most of the recent network messages are about, so I'll... think of something else. Still, ladies, if you're looking for a dance partner, I'll try to make sure you get at least one dance. More, for those who like it.

So, for the something else. I know some got hurt from the trips to the mainland, and some got... unpleasant side effects. Everybody recovering all right?

Current Mood: hopeful

memoriesinsmoke

[It's been a weird day.

She had been exploring the mainlands with Hellboy, then suddenly she's being dragged out of the ocean and being treated like fresh meat by the kedan. Then she was brought back to a newly rebuilt EA-1A - but they weren't done rebuilding it yet - and left home to think about what had just happened.

So far? It's been confusing. And she's still confused, which is why she's got the video turned on so she can address everybody here.]

Out of curiosity, have the kedan been acting weird to anyone else? I just got fished out of the ocean and was given the newbie treatment even though I've been here for months.

That, and it seems a lot of things have changed without much time in between. [She'd mention her building, but... that's still a sore spot.]

I don't remember drinking anything strong enough on the mainland to make me black out, but that wouldn't be the first time things didn't make any sense around here.

histruename

[Hellboy's been on the edge of making this announcement for the last few days. What happened during that fire was pretty terrible, but he's not so sure he wants to open that door. Still, people have a right to know at least a little about why the Sector burned before they start jumping to conclusions. He may not be the best public speaker for the job, but he'll try his best.]

I know people have been wondering about the cause of the fire in the Earth Sector last week. I was there, and I can tell you it was just an accident, not any kind of anti-foriegner terrorist attack. I'm sorry that people got hurt, but most of us made it out alive. That's the important thing.

[There. He'll leave it just like that. Some people might not buy it, taking into account that the first explosion of fire was more like a bomb and less like someone leaving the oven on, but he's using the term "accident" loosely. If they don't like it? Well... That's just too bad. The rest is Liz's personal stuff. If she wants to tell people that's up to her. But for now, this'll have to do.]

dadissues

[Rin is in his suite, nursing a cup of tea and frowning at the console as if it personally insulted him. Underneath that he looks vaguely worried, though.]

Oi, has anyone seen Merle lately? She's basically like a catgirl--you know, tail and cat ears and everything? She lives in the Earth Sector, I think...

[He trails off, staring at his tea for awhile before he blinks, seeming to remember something.]

Oh, there was something I wanted to tell you guys. I was gonna say something sooner, but then all this crap happened and the storm, so...anyway, in case you don't know or were wondering? The Emperor is the one who brought us here. Yeah! It's all her fault that we're stuck here. It wasn't the turtle or anything we did, it was all her. She says we're here for some kind of purpose, but she didn't even tell me what that was! Not even a hint!

...So yeah. That's all I wanted to say.

memoriesinsmoke

[This is weird. This feels weird and she is not comfortable. But there's a storm coming, and any issues she has with being open and friendly can wait until Liz is done with all of this.]

So at this point, I'd say just about everybody knows about the storm that's coming up. [HRGH THIS FEELS WEIRD.]

It hasn't really started up yet, but if anybody is stu-- [Just get on with it instead of insulting anyone you may be trying to help.] If anybody finds themselves out in the Earth Sector while the storm is going on, they're welcome to come to EA-1A until everything dies down.

It can't fit too many people, but there's food and water, and if the power goes out, I can still work things out as far as heating goes.

Although it'd be smarter to just stay home while this is all going on. [Because seriously, if you're going out in the middle of a hurricane for reasons that don't involve getting people to safety, she's pretty sure you're an idiot.]

ex_capt410

[Jack's taken some time to familiarize himself with the workings of the network before posting and so when he does it's devoid of any 'so how does this work' business. Say hello to his beautiful face gracing your respective screens pls&thx]

Humans. The only species that could wake up in purgatory and promptly start a community of v-loggers.

[He remarks on it fondly, and even though he's clearly human himself it seems as though he's coming from an outsider's perspective. Also, the way he says "vlogger" is reminiscent of the way hip old people try to keep up with the newfangled kid slang, like he knows what it's supposed to mean but he still says it awkwardly.]

Anyway, now that the commotion has died down, just checking in to make sure everyone made it out intact.

[Hasn't seen any lists of deceased or injured or public lamenting so his guess is on yes, but never hurts to make sure.]

And to get an idea from our more street wise residents who and where I should steer clear of. New town, new faces, lots to learn. Captain Jack Harkness, by the way. And you all are?

controlledvariable

Good morning Keeliai, how are we all today?

[Steph is sitting at her console, leaning back in her chair with her legs propped up on the desk. She's smiling, and for those that know her, it's the sort of smile that should be extremely concerning. Those that don't know her may also be feeling like they're about to hear something they don't want to.

She is going to be a terrible person today.]

I'm going to preface this message by saying that anyone under the age of 16, or whatever the age of legality is where you're from, should tune out now, please and thank you. I'm not gonna be explicit or anything, but it's probably not going to be appropriate for kids. [she gives a pointed look, yes you, Damian, switch off the computer now.]

I was taking an anthropology class back home, and my professor happens to be here too. [she wrinkles her nose, like yes, I know that's super weird, how do you think I feel?] And he's been giving me assignments and stuff, because apparently being kidnapped by a giant turtle isn't a valid excuse not to keep up with coursework. The topic we'd been studying before I got brought here was human sexuality, and Professor Craig suggested I write a paper on kedan sexuality instead. [Hi Bruce.] Except, uh, after the last couple weeks, I'm not really keen on that idea.

But I have been thinking about all these people with superpowers running around, and like - we've got comics back home, right? But they tend to focus on the whole defeating supervillains and stopping alien invasions side of things, which is great, sure, I love a good action story, but there's something that just never really comes up.

[she looks directly at the camera, the very picture of scientific curiosity] Do they - or, do you, for the superpowered people in the audience - ever use their powers for sex? This isn't a rhetorical question, by the way, if you have used your powers in the bedroom, feel free to share with the class.

And in the interest of not excluding anyone from the conversation, anyone who's just a regular old human, or whathaveyou, you can discuss what sort of powers you'd like to have, and how you'd use them to impress the gender-of-your-preference.

Don't feel like you have to respond directly to me, you're more than welcome to talk amongst yourselves. I figured we could use a little lighthearted chat to take our minds off the situation. Don't you agree?

[She winks, clearly trying not to laugh, and sits back in her chair to wait for responses]

tendnottoweep

[ In the flickering lights of her suite in the Fire Sector, Natasha's looking tired and worn, in that very controlled, almost blank-faced superspy way. She's also dead serious, and dressed in her SHIELD uniform - those of you who've met "Nicole", this is by no means the same woman, never mind that the face and hair haven't changed. ]

Commander Evandau. I hate to break it to you, but things are less under control than you know. I understand I don't have the authority to do this any longer - you're welcome to come and arrest me afterwards, if you like.

[ There's the barest hint of a smile, a silent good luck, if he wants to try, and then her position shifts a little, straightens into a quiet air of command, and she goes on. ]

I've spent the last week following a gang calling themselves the Black Kirin. They were responsible for the attempted assassination at the festival last month, and tonight they're planning to sever one of the turtle's flippers with explosives. I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't want to find out what happens when the only thing keeping us above the water gets hurt... or killed.

We have four hours until the bombs go off - anyone who wants to help me stop this, meet me at FI-1A [ yeah, Steve, she's volunteering your place ] as soon as you can get there, and I'll tell you everything I know. Anyone with any military or martial arts training, experience with explosives... even strong swimmers would be of use. This isn't going to be easy.

histruename

[The six hour cart ride from shore left Hellboy with a crick in his neck and a bad taste in his mouth. Not much surprises him anymore, and after spending who the hell knows how long being hunted by the Baba Yaga, he was glad to be out of her reach, even if he knew he was nowhere near familiar ground.

The guys who fished him out of the ocean had no problem telling him where he was or how he got there, but after a few moments of conversation, Hellboy realized that he just didn't give a crap. Wherever this "In Between" was, he knew it couldn't be good. It was only a matter of time before the real reason he was here reared its ugly head.

Until then...]

Anyone know where a guy can get a drink around here?

[He looks like utter crap, every inch of him cut and bruised, his hair falling out of its knot at the base of his neck, and his jacket blood-soaked and tattered to pieces, but looking presentable is obviously the last thing on his mind.]

wherethestoryis

[What is visible of the room is obviously in Earth Sector, both from the décor and from the view out of the large, open window over Lois’ shoulder. As for Lois herself, she’s still somewhat damp and visibly grumpy about it. Her sigh is explosive as she runs a hand through her hair.]

Kidnapping, fine. Another day in my life. Alternate universes? They’re not so much my thing. I try to leave that to the heroes. Murder and mayhem are plenty for headlines.

[Lois rolls her eyes as she says the latter. Despite the few sentences, she manages to convey even more information, even subconsciously: her face and tone are expressive. Exasperation, impatience, and the voice of experience shine through. So too does her underlying concern, though. She is absently twisting some hair around a finger. Her engagement and wedding rings glint as she does.]

Lois Lane, Daily Planet, if anyone’s heard of it.

The last time I ran into an alternate world, at least it was someone’s… misguided attempt at a paradise. Nice enough place, but even that ended in a fight. One day I’d like to get a freaking vacation with one of these things.

[Pause.]

So… are there any competent newspapers around this place?

[So much for wanting a vacation.]

memoriesinsmoke

[She hasn't been sleeping. Liz has been here for a little over a week, and she still hasn't been slept. Or rather, when she does sleep, it's never for very long. Even with that... man gone, her dreams are still plagued with images of the apocalypse. Nothing but rubble, monsters, and the dead - apparently her subconscious won't let her forget, as much as she'd like to. Really, it feels like no matter where she goes, Liz is doomed to keep dreaming about all of this.

Eventually the video comes on, revealing Liz looking extremely exhausted and worn out.]

I've got a question for you - and there's no right or wrong answer, so don't worry about that.

[Sigh.]

What do you dream about?

memoriesinsmoke

[Liz has been here a little while now, and in that time she's managed to calm down some, as well as look over the network to see just what's going on.

So for now, she only has a couple of immediate concerns.]

I've got two questions for the people here.

One, has anybody here heard of the B.P.R.D.?

Two, does anyone know where I can get a damn cigarette? [Falling back on old habits under stress? You bet.]

ironwood

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