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[All right Raph has had enough of Leo crawling all over his shell about this so he's going to do a Thing, both to piss off his brother and make a point. They're finally in a place where they can walk around in broad daylight -like they should be allowed to do in the first place- and Leo still insists on meeting people in the middle of the night and skulking around and using FUCKING TEXT OF ALL THINGS RAPH IS NOT USING TEXT THE KEYS ARE TOO SMALL FOR HIS HUGE FINGERS, LEO

So he's just going to. Pose a question.]


Okay people, show of hands. How many of you actually care about the fact that there's a ton of us mutants here?



-Except for Dan, I don't care what you think. [Sorry Dean, he still doesn't remember your stupid name.]
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[ The video feed loads and Mikey comes into view, frowning in concentration with his tongue sticking out. Computers are not his best subject. After about ten seconds he seems to realize that he's broadcasting and leans in, grabbing the console screen as if he can see everyone if he just gets close enough. ]

Uhhh... hello? This thing on?

[ He waves a two-fingered hand in front of the camera and sits back slightly. ]

So um, anyone know if this turtle gets DSL? 'Cause I gotta send a word back to my bros and I can't find the internet thingy on this computer.

[ Squinting at the console, a look of understanding dawns on his face. ]

Ohhhh what if I press--
littlecousin: (dress code? who cares‚ i'm hot.)
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[Hello turtle, it's Nita, looking blond and perky, per the usual. She is, unbeknownst to the object of her not-very-complicated plan, helping.]

Who here can get hit by a speeding tractor trailer and shake it off? ...Or for those of you from universes that don't have cars, uh...get hit by an angry dragon, I guess.

[She realizes that maybe that's a weird question, and adds:]

...Asking for a friend.

[No, really. Hi, Dr. Banner!]

Not for anything nefarious, unless you think meeting new people is nefarious.

[And in that case, she can't help you.]
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[ He'd gotten distracted with the spa day, happy vibes making him hippy out and sit on the beach smoking awesome elf weed, but as soon as Iorveth comes out of the spell, it comes to the front of his mind again - the conversation he had with the Emperor. It's extremely sensitive information and Iorveth isn't about to spill it to the general populace.

Hence the filter. However, Iorveth is from the 1200s and he has never done a filter before in his life and he already doesn't speak on this thing very often. So, uh, see Iorveth totally fail at it. Gdi. ]


I have information you'll want to know. I cannot share it here - you must come to the palace.

[ His done is serious, impassive. More so than he usually is, and forgive the ominousness. He's not about to test the 'don't speak the name outside the palace' rule. He pauses, swallowing, before he continues. ]

I know why we were brought here.

And what we are meant to battle.

[ He stares for a moment, eyes unfocused from the screen, within troubling thoughts, brow knit. ]

You may not like it.


[[ ooc; i know fail filters are dumb sometimes, but Iorveth icly would seriously tell only those five people and I didn't want to cut people off from srs plot info, so doing this for now. Granted, Iorveth will be shorter and more guarded with people not those five and people he doesn't like he may straight up refuse to tell them without convincing 8T he was the worst person to get this information p much, sob. ]]
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[This guy is holding up The Art of Civilized Conversation. His eyes are darting back to the page before he looks back at the camera and-

Oh dear. He smiles. It looks a little creepy to be honest. And for a change he's actually done up the top button of his shirt and cinched his tie, so instead of looking like a freshly-fired office worker drinking until five AM, he looks like a freshly-fired office worker drinking until five AM with his modicum of self-respect still intact.

Castiel refers back to the page.]


Good morning.

[And now he stares at the monitor, only to have his eyes flick up to meet the webcam so he's staring. Directly. At all of you. Intensely.]

It's good to see you.
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[Cue a whine when the feed comes on. Yep, it's a big white dog and... well. What's a dog doing, having access to the console?

There's a smear of black ink in the corner, because they said you could make words with it but why aren't the words coming out of the ink. This is stupid, and the expression on the dog's face accentuates that. It is in fact very expressive for... well, a dog. It actually scrunches up its face in annoyance.

In comes a round of plain barking at the thing, but obviously it doesn't work.

Possibly defeated by the really awkward technology, the dog sits back (are those flowers growing around its paws or are you just going crazy?) for a while, staring at its console, before getting up and disappearing off camera.

The flowers are still there.

There's a lot of sounds of rummaging, before a loud, offended animal shriek rings through the room.]


TOO LITTLE FOOD! This cannot be a residence with too little food!
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Nice weather we've got, huh? Haven't seen anything like what's up in the sky in a long time.

[90% encrypted to Iorveth, Fenris, and Castiel]

[He's thought about this for a few days; Dean's sitting on some information that more people need to know about, but there are kids on this turtle and he'd rather avoid freaking them out if he can. Plus, there are people here who might think the Emperor is weird, but that she's a pretty okay person overall, and he's not up to changing people's minds at the moment.

So he wants to share things with people he trusts, except he doesn't trust anybody here who isn't Cas. Fortunately (?), the turtle is casting off some awesome chill-out vibes, so Dean decides to extend a friendly hand to Fenris and an olive branch to Iorveth.]


Found some info while the Emperor was on shore leave you two might be interested in, some kind of history about this place and not the modified bullshit they've been feeding us. This comes straight from her library and I don't think it was meant to be found.
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[ The woman on the feed looks rather disgruntled. Probably because she was just taken from her city while a group of righteous oxmen rampage it as part of some holy crusade and she feels like she has a hangover. ]

If this is the Fade, then this is either a very vivid hallucination, or I've been tapping the red lyrium.

Alright, let's get this over with. I'm Hawke, I'm from Kirkwall, and I specialize in being everyone's bloody errand girl and killing things. Particularly killing things. I also don't possess easy, so whatever mouth-breathing demons are out there, don't think I'll make an easy target. You'll find more than you bargained for.

And such a welcome. Are the natives always this friendly, or do they just have a particular dislike for me? Not like they'd be the first. It's always, "Die, dog bitch!" and "Kill the Hawke!" and "I'll harvest your blood for my nefarious diabolical purposes and serve you up to demons!"

Honestly, if they don't want us here, they shouldn't drag us off in the first place. But no one ever accused kidnappers of having an overabundance of logic.
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[Much as he hates saying 'told you so'--no, that's a lie, he enjoys it very much sometimes--he just can't resist the urge. He's been watching the kedan get more and more aggressive by the day. Hell, he just lost his job, too. Good times.]

Considering everything that's happening, maybe the next time I tell you people that these kedan aren't friendlies, you'll actually listen.

[HAHA NO, NOBODY EVER LISTENS TO DEAN 8|]
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[ 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 )
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