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[ Eren looks surprisingly calm-- the calmest he’s been on the network, that’s for certain. It seems like spending a few weeks here has significantly lowered his ridiculous rage levels. (thank fuckkk) ]

I understand that there’s been some sort of... magic? Happening? [ He looks off screen for a second, getting confirmation that this bullshit is probably magic. ]

While I don’t really get magic and I won’t pretend to, I’m sure there are others here who are more familiar with this sort of thing. I think this has gone on long enough, so if you’re listening... I was wondering if you could reverse the changes that have occurred. I can pay you—- In services or anything you need, really. I don’t have much money.

But my friend, he’s... She’s...

[ He pauses for a moment to look off screen again with the most title or description

face ever. This is a very long pause. It is very awkward. But eventually a figure in a green hooded mantle enters the screen. They remove the hood to ~*~*dramatically~*~*~ reveal...

Well, it’s decidedly Armin. Blonde hair (longer), inquisitive blue eyes (bigger). The way he stands is still the same. And he was never particularly manly to begin with, so the change isn’t very drastic (at least while that cape is still on). But it’s easy to tell, he is now a she. ]

I know this has to be some kind of mistake. [Even his voice is an octave higher than usual.] I’ve seen the other posts people have been making. Please, tell me, is there an antidote? I dread thinking what would happen if I were stuck in this body for any prolonged period of time...

[ Eren looks like it's slowly dawning on him that "magic" might be contagious. please dont let it be contagious thank u very much ]

We appreciate any and all help! Thank you for your time!

[ Armin and Eren as usual, because they're co-dependent nerds. ]

asoothingvoice

(ooc: Jaime in blue, Bianca in black!)

[For those who’ve seen Jaime posting around the network before, this transmission comes from the Earth sector rather than the Wood. He’s moved in with his mother for the sake of convenience, even if he hasn’t technically made an announcement or anything. (Bianca herself is visible off to the corner of the screen.) He gives the camera a short wave and a little grin.]

So, uh, hey! Good to be outta the water there. [The whole reverse snowglobe thing was cool and all, but it’s VERY refreshing to actually see the sun again.] Since all the festivities are over, we thought it’d be cool to have a sort of get together tomorrow. Just something small, you know. [He glances expectantly over at Bianca.]

[She moves over, so now both Reyes are on screen. She doesn’t look angry like the last time she made a post to the network. No worries there, for anyone who’s witnessed her temper thus far.]

Considering how many here probably don’t know how to cook for themselves, [Read: She’s mainly thinking on the teenagers and kids here] I thought it’d be nice if we did something like a tamale party with everyone helping out to make them, even if it isn’t quite the season. [She gives a light shrug. Tamales are usually a holiday food, because of the time commitment involved and the fact it’s usually something to make in giant batches with everyone giving a hand in making them.]

I think I’ve figured out some substitute ingredients, so it should work out well enough. [Guess what the Reyes have been eating for the last few nights.]

Yup. [Jaime nods in agreement. He’s been the pseudo-tamale guinea pig all week. (Not that that’s a bad thing by any means. Mom’s cooking is still Mom’s cooking, even if it’s using whatever weird kedan food she’s found.)] It’s not exactly like the real deal, but it’s pretty close. We’re in EA-1A, if anybody wants to drop by then. Bring friends. [A sidelong glance at Bianca. If he knows his mom, she’s dead-set on feeding the entire turtle.]

[Oh, she definitely is.]

Bring along something to use as filling, too. That way we can end up with a nice variety and we’ll end up with enough for everyone to take home with them. There’ll be some soup at first while we wait for the first batches, but that probably won’t last long.

[She figured out how to make something like Mexican sopa with what was available pretty quickly. Bart’s random food mention was a goodsend. Tomatoes are a staple ingredient for most Mexican hispanic foods. Something that tastes like them works just as well.]

[He laughs.] Seriously, it won’t. Anyway, we’ll see you then!

[With that, they cut the feed.]

(ooc: The tamale party log can be found here.)

unetrustworthy

[As the feed turns on, the Network is greeted to the sight of a very distraught eleven-year-old. Her eyes brim with unshed tears, though the occasional flash of light against her cheeks reveals twin trails of those already fallen. For her part, she is attempting to remain calm and composed in public...but it's hard. Very hard. Her whole body is tense, and she looks almost afraid.]

It's gone.

Somebody took it.

[Her hand clutched at her chest. Where the chain normally rested. But now, there was nothing. She shouldn't've been surprised. There were thieves around. There were always thieves. Gavroche had already admitted that he took things, though she didn't for a moment think it was him. She'd never told him about the cross.]

[Then again, she'd never told anyone.]

It was very important to me. I have to get it back.

Please.

((ooc: as part of a minor plot involving things being stolen at random by certain Sky Pirates, Midii has suddenly found herself the first victim. She won't know who took it, or why, and the item in question will eventually be returned under the guise of anonymity...but she won't rest until she finds out.))

refusing

[Hello there, Turtleland. Rose has been MIA for the past while, dealing with some personal issues that have left her a little worse for the wear. But since she's nice and durable and refuses to mope around forever, here she is. She looks a little sheepish, but still just as warm and friendly as ever, and she flips her hand up in a little wave.]

Thought maybe it'd be a good idea to check in, say I'm not dead or anything. Not uh -

[Well, now she feels awkward.]

Not that I know very many people here, not yet. Kinda want that to change, though. So I've got a question for everyone. And you don't have to answer or nothing, but if you do I'd be really grateful.

[She fidgets, looking down and away.]

How d'you deal with losing someone? Personally, I mean. How d'you handle it when someone important just isn't there anymore? I lost somebody a long time ago, but I was only a baby. This is a bit different, this time 'round.

hasthreefingers

This? [ Donna waves a hand to indicate the entirety of the turtle. The situation. Everything. ] Yeah. This. Not. Funny.

[ She sighs, and for a brief moment looks defeated. But then she squares her shoulders, tosses her red hair aside, and glares at the monitor. ]

Right. I'm looking for someone called the Doctor. I sort of figured that if I kept looking for weird stuff, I'd find 'im, only now I might be dead or sommat. And that means he has a lot to answer for.

Unless you're actually out there, Doctor. In which case...

No, you still have a lot to answer for, but you'd better do it in person!

Come on, Doctor. I've been looking for you long enough, and this is by far the weirdest place I've been. I mean, I'm walking. On a turtle. In a city. Built. On a turtle. You've gotta be here somewhere.

Oh. And as for the rest of you, hi. I'm Donna Noble, from Chiswick. London. England. Earth. [ This is new to her, obviously. She's only met a couple aliens, and they'd seemed to know about England, but you couldn't say that for all of 'em, could you? ] I apparently might have died before coming here. Or, you know, almost died. Anyway, lovely to meet you, I'm sure.

So...

Lovely weather we're having...

[ What does somebody even say when they've found themselves in some sort of weird, turtle-swimming afterlife? ]

aenseidhe

[ Look who’s back, and while elf-man here hasn’t seen network posts for the last month, he sure as hell did get word from Una and Vanessa that you guys were shooting your mouths off about that thing he told you guys not to shoot your mouths off about and now everything sucks and he hates you. More than he hated you all before. Aka: Iorveth is pissed because it’s a day that ends in Y, didn’t you miss him? ]

I’d like to give a heartfelt congratulations to those brilliant few who invited our enemy to our doorstep. Well done, you incredible imbeciles. [ This complete with Iorveth Patent douche clap.

Talkin ‘bout everyone that said Malicant on the network after he goddamn told you not to, and after everyone argued that him keeping it to himself was a terrible thing to do. For this exact reason, the same thing he’d told everyone. You’re all morons and I don’t trust the vast majority of you to keep your goddamn mouths shut.

He’s blaming you for this, Kirk. ]

I sincerely hope the beast gets to you first, when the attack comes. [ there’s a serious rage here - this is why he fucking hates people. ] I’d do it myself, but I have more pressing matters to lend attention to than flaying you alive and hanging your carcass out in the open market. Oh for the lack of leisure time.

[ Spat, because yeah, that would be fun for him. Moving on.]

Those who know they have my trust should meet to speak with me where we have before. [ that burnt out village they had their last meet up in - lookin’ at you, investigation sneaky team. ] We must discuss what’s been found.

[ Not even bothering making that private (the part that there’s a discussion and there’s also something important he knows), because he’d like you all to know that yes he’s withholding important information again, and there’s going to be zero chance of prying it out of him this time. Not like before. ]

Yaha, Aisha - come to my home.

[ and his private treehaus better still be there :| end feed ]

[[ ooc; feel free to action thread him at the burned out village place they had the last investigation team meeting /o/ ]]

goodnightdearlisteners

[When the feed kicks on, a slightly dorky looking young man appears on the screen - another new face, it would seem, but maybe less perturbed than most. In fact, he's beaming, all pretty white (if a little gappy) teeth and three big, bright eyes fixed on the camera.

...Three?

He speaks, his voice almost incongruously velvety.]

Helloooooo?

Hello!

Well, I have to say, this was a bit of a surprise! I was thankful for the welcoming committee, but I wasn't expecting to wake up in anything resembling this! In fact, it's the third largest turtle I have ever encountered! Wonders never cease.

[There isn't a trace of sarcasm to be found anywhere in his tone.]

The suite is much better than my apartment, I must admit. I might grow, in time, to miss the steady chanting in the wee, dark hours of the morning...but for now, I'm going to enjoy the change of pace!

After all - I haven't traveled this far from Night Vale since...well, since I backpacked through Europe when I was younger! And let me tell you, there were no turtles involved in that.

Except the one.

But he was a total. Jerk.

strategisch

[The feed begins without warning, picturing a young blonde boy sitting at his console. He’s slowly—oh so slowly, like the world’s most meticulous woodpecker—typing at the keyboard. One letter at a time. Tap. Tap. Tap. His gaze keeps switching from his hands to his screen, squinting, cocking his eyebrow, leaning in or out to get a better look, with an expression of concentration so intense it’s a wonder he hasn’t set fire to anything yet.]

[It’s obvious he’s never seen a computer, or anything remotely like it, in his life.]

[In the background, another boy is pacing around. Despite looking far more ragged than Armin, he seems to have limitless energy. He’s moving furniture, asking if Armin’s gotten the “lightsbox” working yet, switching light switches on and off, and eventually settling for carrying a lamp around.]

[They're both wearing a peculiar sort of uniform with a winged emblem on the shoulder and back, and for some reason, a very complex harness of belts.]

[Armin keeps on hunting and pecking as he was until he glances up to the monitor again, and notices something different.]

Recording…?

[He looks up out of the corner of his eye as he tries to remember what he was explained that implies. Surprise crosses his face as it returns to him.]

Ah, yes, recording-- Eren! I think I've gotten it to start showing us to everyone else!

[His friend shouts from the background]

Ask who's there! Anyone we know? Who's there?!

I suppose that's as good of a question as any... Is there anyone out there that we would know?

My name is Armin Arlert, of the 104th Trainee's Squad, presently in the Scouting Legion-- although I doubt that holds much weight here. Anyone from our "world" would be familiar with those terms though, so please, if you are, respond. And anyone else for that matter, who isn't a Kedan; what is Keeliai, exactly? Why are we brought here? What is beyond these walls? What could this city possibly be a stronghold against?

[He looks concerned, and leans back in his chair a little. There had to be some sort of threat, if they bothered with security... And he tended to think of such things in bad-as-possible terms.]

[Eren seems very grimly determined to ruin his eyesight as he tries to figure out how electricity works, switching his lamp on and off.]

...This place can't be any good if Mikasa isn't here too. [He mutters bitterly.]

[Armin sighs, because he feels the same way. He stares off blankly.]

We'll find her. It's only a matter of time.

ooc: [Joint post between Armin Arlert and Eren Yaeger. Specify who you want, or not, or both! Expect threadjacking, and lots of it.]

greyhatted

[An alarmed face appears on the video. Blonde hair with pink streaks, slightly runny makeup, brightly colored chunky jewelry, thick-rimmed glasses. She has not calmed down a single bit since arriving and isn't afraid to show it. Immediately, she starts rambling.]

Okay. I'm used to weird, but this is like -- the freaking Twilight Zone. I get that the, uh, people who escorted me to what is apparently the place I'm supposed to live now kept trying to get me to calm down but... well! How ever is explaining things in terms of 'death and dreaming' supposed to calm a girl down?! Not that I'm sure they're not very nice aliens, I just prefer my Sci-Fi weirdness come with a pause button.

...And what in the name of the 1990's is going on with this GUI? [Someone is not impressed with the communication device.] It's not even portable. No way I'd have a dream without a decent tablet. At minimum.

[She may not take a breath anytime soon, unless someone cares to interrupt...]

((OOC: Reminder for anyone of the sci-fi or comic persuasion to please check out her permissions post so I know what the 4th walling sitch is! If I run any red lights just give me a poke and I'll fix it lickity split.))

ironwood

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