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[Septimus is idly tossing something--a largish, flat rock--when the console flickers on. He sets it down after frowning at it for a moment, though, to give a half-hearted smile at the screen.]

It's been a while since I spoke, we have new faces--and another one of those turns. [His expression is ever-so-faintly martyred. These particular weather shifts are difficult; he'd give anything for a hurricane. Hurricanes maybe he could try diverting or moderating or controlling or something!] It's a crowbegotten unpleasant day, so I'll be succinct.

For old faces: glad to have those of you still with us. [A shadow flickers over his face; the disappearances are concerning, especially in the face of a threat he's been trying to organize against.] Some of our departed friends were organizing against our palace squatter, like our dragons' aerial corps. If you've been involved and want to keep drilling, come find me. We'll refit something.

For new faces, I'm Septimus, and I run the hospital. I'm also trying to work out a more united front against the aforementioned squatter. We're a lot more likely to have success with practice working together. Come talk to me for more, I don't want details over the network.

For everyone: We've had a case or two of heat exhaustion, and I'm not laying money on it getting better in the immediate future. Be careful, stay hydrated, don't overreach--and don't be afraid to ask for help at any clinic or the hospital. I'm working on coldstones [he holds up his rock]. Supply is somewhat limited by my free time, and priority given to those with greater need, but drop by if you need one.

Anyone wants to talk systematic deployment of some measures against this heat, find me.

[With that, he clicks off.

When he realizes the hatchlings are suffering, priority is shifted; all turtle parents will receive a couple free stones--though Jack Frost gets the first delivery.]

survival_isnt_living

[On the much clearer channel of the radio, Septimus’ rich baritone is calm, confident, with much of it in a tone of precise detachment.]

In case anyone had not heard, I’m very sorry to confirm that Bianca Reyes disappeared about the time the attacks started. We have no concrete reason to believe, at this point, that she did not simply go home. [His voice hardens briefly. No revenge, anyone who hasn’t already tried.]

As such, the responsibility of the Eshai Memorial Hospital has fallen to my shoulders. Despite being targeted during attacks, we are running as fully as we can. If anyone is still suffering the side effects of spores or other injuries, come to the hospital and we’ll take care of you.

First aid classes are still offered. Given that we are now functionally at war, extra training for serving as a medic in combat is also available, including discussions of strategy, assessment of priorities, and self-defense if necessary as well treating injuries.

Furthermore, I am taking volunteers with that training or equivalent experience to go a step further for active field duty. Volunteering as an active field medic does not require you to work or volunteer at the hospital on a regular basis, if you have prior commitments. The list of field medics will be available. Anyone undertaking an expedition can and should make arrangements with one of us to accompany them; if we have some idea of your goal, we may also be able to point you to who might be best suited to the task. There will be a standing rotation of field medic-on-call as well in case you need one. We’re a resource; use us.

A request: if anyone has particular skill purifying water, the current contamination is hurting us badly. [For the first time strain is audible in his voice before he collects himself.] If you have another job, I’ll be happy to compensate you for whatever time you take off of it to help us.

We are working with Imperial resources as closely as we can. That said, we can always use more help, both in full-time workers and volunteers. If you want to volunteer for active duty, come speak with me.

[Yes, he does sound more like a military commander than a medical professional at the moment.]

[There is a static-filled video feed of the same message on the network. Assume it is rather less complete than the radio broadcast. The static makes it difficult to gauge Septimus’ tone of voice, but those who know him particularly well may be able to tell he’s far more tired than he’s letting on. It’s in the almost unnoticeable lines around and dark circles under his green eyes, a little dimmer than usual.

As the video is from inside the radio headquarters, he won’t be responding to it.]

[[ooc: second radio post, same drill! Responses are action-only and can be here or in the hospital open log.]]

soulstoker

[When the feed comes on, Leia spends more time fiddling with it than actually saying anything--adjusting the camera angle, inspecting the device, etc. She wants to make sure she's doing this right! This kind of technology is beyond what she's used to. When she's finally satisfied with it, she gives a bright smile.]

Right, sorry about that. [She clears her throat.] So, hi there! My name's Leia, and I'm pretty new here. I can't say that being dragged into some kind of war is my idea of going some place new, but it is what it is, right? Not like I was busy with my own important matters or anything...

[Despite her attempt to remain positive, she kind of tapers off at the end. Being told you're supposed to fight in a war is a big deal!! Even so, she won't let that get her turn down, and after a moment comes back in full force.] Still! From what I can tell, it doesn't seem like we're always in some kind of trouble here. I know it's kind of a silly question to ask, but what do you guys do here in the meantime? I'm up for hearing about anything honestly. As neat as it is living in a tree house, I figure I should find something to do here when I'm not fighting in some kind of war apparently.

... and that's just about it I guess! Thanks for listening, and here's looking forward to any replies.

alwaysmother

[One Asgardian All Mother plus one communication console is complete madness. It takes much meddling and tinkering until it's finally adjusted to her liking.

After more than enough jostling and wobbling of the camera the owner sinks back into their chair, sitting upright, almost severely. Her expression is benign if not somewhat inquiring.]

What an extraordinary wonder that such a small portal should be able to ferry my image to the entirety of this island. [Asgard has technology, just nothing quite like this so forgive her if she doesn't readily believe it.] It has also been told that I should be able to communicate to all with this curious device.

[She's skeptical, but willing to keep an open mind. How's that for progressive?]

It appears the small box of wonders is very much alive, though without an incantation of sorts how can one be entirely certain that they are making contact? [Because keys are for locking and unlocking things, not for sending messages...let's hope she doesn't try to use the keyboard for some unintended purpose.] Nevertheless, I pray that this finds you well residents of the World Turtle.

[World Turtle...it's kind of like the World Serpent, but with less Jörmungandr and a great deal more tortoise.

With that established, this finely dressed Asgardian queen hopes that her message will get across to...well...whomever. She's not feeling particularly fussy at the moment and beggars can't be choosers.]

I am anxious to know if among those that reside here there exists an Asgardian presence, specifically I seek audience with Thor, Loki, or Odin...one or all, it matters not to me [all would be her preference, but you can't always have everything, can you?]...though contact with anyone from Asgard would be most assuring. For any information provided you will have the unending gratitude of Frigga, Queen of Asgard.

[It's not as easy as dismissing an illusion, but Frigga has already learned that if she does everything that she did to turn on the magic box, in reverse, then she can cut off it's...life force? Really. Computers are living things.]

grigio

[Julie's at one of the cafes. She has food nearby, some sort of chocolatey thing and a steaming cup of some kind of tea, but she's not feeling it. Not really. She received some news earlier that's not sitting all that well.]

So, uh...I actually don't know how many people knew the guy. But Iorveth has left. One of the kedan stopped by my suite about an hour or so ago. Apparently, Iorveth told someone to drop off a gift for me in case he left.

[She rubs the back of her head for a moment, fingers running through her blond hair. She's not looking at the camera directly. She's not really focusing on anything, actually, but that's not because she doesn't want to. She just still can't see at all.]

He was teaching me archery. Part of it got delayed, and we were recently working on learning how to make arrows. I'm wondering if anyone here would be able to continue what he taught me?

Fair warning. Can't see for shit so you'll have to be patient with me until it wears off.

Also, [There's a tone change. It goes from slightly even and a bit upset to all business.] Speaking of not being able to see. I'm wondering if anyone could help me with a problem. The shop I work in can be pretty busy on occasion and while I do just fine for the most part, getting around and all, I've bumped into a few customers here and there and it's getting old. It's kind of hard to focus on the sounds around me to make sure I don't bump into people when there are so many of them and they shift constantly. I was wondering where I could go to get a cane or...I don't know...something to help me out?

[Because she's starting to get annoyed at herself and her whole situation.]

That's all.

[She'll just fumble with the cafe device before it turns off.]

survival_isnt_living

[This, ladies and gentlemen and anyone between or outside those definitions, is what you call a boyish grin. Septimus' green eyes gleam with light-hearted pride.

Someone is definitely far too pleased with himself.]

In the wake of the announcement about vouchers, I have a related one. [He holds up a stone, flat and about the size of his palm. Of course, he's six-four, it's quite respectable. It also has a faint tint, not quite a warm glow.] This is a firestone. Not too creatively named, I admit, but it does about what you'd expect: provides warmth.

It's not as hot or quite as pervasive as a fire--my people use the related coldstones to keep storage cool in summer, or these to keep plates warm for serving, simple things. But they ought to do just fine for smaller--and less intrusively smoky--sources of warmth. Piling a few may bolster the heat enough to let it radiate a little more, I haven't tested it.

[He feels a little bad for not thinking of the coldstone thing in summer, but those are also far more difficult to make. Firestones are fairly quick and easy.]

Anyone caring for the eggs found in Sinbrilee: if you have concerns about their well-being and want a way to provide them a little comfort, just let me know. I'll get you a few. The same offer goes to the clinics, though it may take a little more time.

It does take time and effort, including away from healing. Those I can provide. Everyone else [and here the grin turns mildly lopsided and chagrined, this whole working for a living still feels foreign after a lifetime of privilege] one or two juulan per.

[Okay he totally won't ask for it from kids or in extenuating circumstances, and probably reduce it if someone wants a lot. The offered variance is for individual discretion.]

I also have vouchers like the other clinics. As ever, come by WA-3A whenever you need to.

[[ooc: feel free to action here or handwave; if you want a log, he has a catch-all here.]]

survival_isnt_living

[When he turns on the feed, Sep’s green eyes are thoughtful—and maybe, if you look carefully, a little tired. Still, he’s seems alert enough despite it.]

I would have waited until we got some new arrivals again to talk about this, but under the circumstances, this won't keep. For those who don’t know me, I’m Sep. I work as a healer out of WA-3A.

I didn’t get a chance to talk to Soranik directly before she left us, but there has been some discussion going around about organizing our resources and medics into a larger functioning entity, hopefully by building a proper hospital. If nothing else, we ought to coordinate our relative strengths and talents, in case someone else is best suited to treat a patient—or for triage in case of emergency. It would also provide us a good base to teach and organize less experienced field medics in case of crises like the jiangshi invasion last winter.

Information and technique exchange is part and parcel of this, although I know not all of it is applicable to all of us. It’s past time we got organized, though—especially so there’s infrastructure in place no matter who arrives or leaves.

[He relaxes the further into the post he gets, some of the tension draining from his shoulders. This is the role he’s most comfortable in: getting people organized to support each other and keep things running smoothly.]

There’ll be a meeting at my suite tomorrow. Everyone already working in a clinic should drop by for basic information exchange. If you’re a medic not currently attached to a facility and want to be, we'll get you sorted.

[Basic encryption to Bianca Reyes]
It was indicated that questions about Dr. Natu’s clinic should be directed to you, ma’am. If you’ve got a free moment, could we sit down today? I’d appreciate a basic run-down, just so I have a better understanding when talking to others who work more like you do. [He admitted a weakness, Bianca, this is a milestone.]

[[ooc: log post for the meet-and-greet is here.]]

survival_isnt_living

A lighthearted question of sorts for you all--or so I hope.

[His smile is slight and wry.]

I'm sure everyone's noticed the distinct architectural differences between our current undersea neighbor and Keeliai. I hadn't really thought about it much, before we arrived here, just assuming this was the local standard, but...

[He pauses, visibly weighing how to ask this.]

Now that I've seen two kinds, has anyone ever seen architecture like the ruins? Or Keeliai, for that matter.

[For those who are keenly attuned to nuance: there was a faint, almost invisible 'else' after 'anyone.']

imaginate

[ The audio clicks on and there's a long pause. When Kyle speaks, his tone is calm, perfectly controlled. It's his Business Voice, blank save for the barest hint of anger. ]

This is Kyle Rayner of the Green Lantern Corps. I apologise for the inconvenience, but our clinic at EA-3B is currently undergoing repairs and won't be able to take more patients at this time. We'll be temporarily operating a backup at WA-1A. [ He attaches a map, showing where it is. ]

Any and all hands with medical experience or healing abilities are always welcome.

[ Another long pause. ]

And if someone could come collect Avatar Korra, that would be appreciated.

[ There is a brief pause, as though he's debating what more to say, before the audio clicks off. ]

survival_isnt_living

For those who don't know me, I'm Sep. First order of business: I have had enough people come by that I should confirm: my healing depends on the talents which seem to be going dormant with the Turtle's current state. I won't be much use on that front for some time, I'm afraid. [The strain, already audible, nearly makes his voice crack before he gets it back under control.]

I know self-defense classes have already been offered. I urge people to accept that generous offer. For those of us who prefer armed combat, I'll be holding sparring sessions in Water Sector [he attaches a map with a location] in the afternoons daily, and more extended ones every three days. It isn't intended for basic training, though I can give lessons on request.

I'm a swordsman by preference, though not exclusively. If anyone wants to drop by for a spar and train up, drop by.

[And, starting that afternoon, he'll be in Water Sector stepping through forms or sparring with anyone who comes by.]

bondsprofoundly

Those of you who have been in a position of power- commanding an army, a leader of people, where you have considerable influence...

How informed did you keep your soldiers?

sophos

[There are times when she really, really hates her dyslexia, and one of them is now, when she'd much rather do this in text. But it's too annoying, more time consuming than she wants to deal with right now, so avoidance via audio it is. Annabeth's voice is guarded but casual.]

I promised some time ago that when I spoke to the Emperor about looking at our individual futures I'd share the results. [A beat.] It works. She can do it. It'll cost you something, but it's within her ability and in my case, it was the truth. It's reasonable to assume it would be in others.

[There's an idle tapping noise and a slightly longer than normal silence before she speaks up again, a little less distanced, but there's still a new heaviness, if you've spoken with Annabeth in the past. She shifts in her chair, but the sound of it is... odd, more of a rustle than seated squeaks.]

I'm sure some of you have heard that Tu Vishan is making landfall soon, or at least noticed the kedan preparing for something. I doubt it'll be exactly the same environment as the last time that happened, but if this is new for you, there's something to be aware of, especially if you're planning on going ashore. The further you get from the turtle, the weaker any potential powers or technology get.

I think it's because the turtle is a power source - thus, the further we get from it, the less abilities and powered tech functions. Magic, for example, wouldn't be usable after a certain distance. If you don't have any of that, not much will change. It's slow, and you'll notice it happening, so at the very least, you shouldn't have to worry about some random weapon or ability suddenly ceasing to work. [She might have gotten this theory from another source but w/e w/e.]

If anyone's wondering what the last continent was like, ask away. Though there's plenty of others who went, too, that you could speak with, and continents are always different anyway.

virginprice

[He would rather do this by text, but his English is still very awkward and he doesn't think that everyone he needs to contact would be able to read d'Angeline. Thus, he sits pale but composed, hands folded on the console in front of him.]

I am very sorry to announce that Mademoiselle Favrielle nó Eglantine is no longer present on Tu Vishan. My heart goes out to all who knew her- she was a very good friend to me and to many others, I am certain.

[He looks down, remembering what he has to say next and taking a calming breath, and then looks back up.]

She has given me the ownership of her business, and I hope that everyone working for her now will continue to do so- if we could have a meeting in a day or two, I think that would be for the best.

In addition, she has left letters and gifts for some of those who remain. [He reads the list of names out carefully.] Nita, Stephanie, Kyle, Oliver, Bucky, Bruce, Dorian, Henry, Inara, Sep, Peggy, Amon- there is something for each of you. Please contact me so that we can make arrangements for its delivery.

I have also been instructed to tell any ladies of her acquaintance that they may have what they like from her wardrobe.

[He can't make himself smile right now, so he just nods.]

Again, I am sorry to be the one to deliver this news. I wish I did not have to.

littlecousin

[Hey folks, it's Nita! She's back and seems a little the worse for wear--her hair and skin are looking dry, and she's not nearly as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as usual.]

Uh, hi everyone. I'm out of jail. [Obviously. And she's displaying no awareness that leading with that might give new people the wrong impression.] I'm fine. Evandau just wanted someone to harass about the cloning facility. [She's checked the network and seen that Percy went public with that.]

I might be butting in here [and she clearly doesn't care] but has anyone taken any technological steps to remediate the ecological damage? [Nita does not usually break out words like "remediate."] I ran some numbers on carrying capacity, and it's not pretty. [She holds up a sheet of paper covered with equations in her handwriting and a truly terrible overhead drawing of the turtle labeled with various scribbled notes and arrows.] I want someone to check my math, though. Mister Stark? Or somebody. I made a lot of assumptions and I probably missed something.

[Accompanying the video transmission is a text file in English that has her math transcribed. It's a back-of-the-envelope solution based on a lot of conservative assumptions and oversimplified in places, but all the calculations are right, and Nita clearly knows a lot about ecology and the math behind specific problems like soil erosion and agricultural output. The file does not, sadly, include ASCII art of her turtle diagram.

Nita's conclusion is that Keeliai is in trouble unless Something Is Done.]

Anyway, I'd be interested in talking to the engineering and science types about this, 'cause I think we can at least buy some time even if we can't fix the underlying problem.

( encrypted 30% to Arthur, Mera, Kaldur, Percy, Septimus, Amon, Tarrlok, and Finnick )

( encrypted 30% to Kon )

[OOC: Anyone capable of hacking the default encryption, go ahead! Nita just hits the button labeled ~~"Batman please read this"~~"private" and calls it good.]

andaway

[Kal-El seems to be posting from a cafe in the water sector, judging by his surroundings. A cafe that has seen better days. Kal's face makes it obvious he wasn't expecting the cafe to be in such a state when he got there, seeing all this go on without being able to help is really hitting him hard.]

Superman here. I'm aware the rationing is the hot topic nowadays but there isn't... much I can do about that. I will do my best to help out Roger's food bank and if anyone needs me to do so don't hesitate to contact me but for now you will have to forgive me for deviating from the topic.

This last month I have noticed a lot of foreigners that happened to have powers with them that were... not sure what to do with them at best, outright scared of them at worse. I want to help with that.

I am a super-powered being myself, we are called 'metahumans' in my world. I was thinking maybe there should be some kind of... way for us to meet, to talk about our problems. To train each other if our powers are similar, to help us out when it's needed. I'm not sure where I was going with this but that... well, that was my suggestion.

[A little shrug and a smile] I would like to hear people's opinion in it?

[Private to Evandau]

I was told you were in charge of the rationing?

lostundercover

[Backdated to Feb 14 afternoon]
[The video flicks on to show Bourne seated in front of the screen at a cafe. His nose is swollen and possibly broken and blood covers his shirt. Costigan is standing awkwardly not far behind him. To anyone remotely trained, it's clear that Costigan's left shoulder is dislocated. Both men show subtle signs of bruises developing in their faces.]

[Bourne speaks first.] Can anyone recommend a doctor in or near the Wood Sector?

You have any idea what kind of medical treatment they have here? Thanks a lot, asshole. [Costigan's pretty much muttering from the background.]

[Bourne totally ignores this.] We just need someone who can reset his shoulder. And possibly my nose. [There's a pause, and when he speaks again, he sounds dead serious with nary a hint of Blatant Lies.] He fell out of a tree.

[Costigan shows no sign of disputing the obvious lie, but he cuts in anyway.] Tell Reid I'm fine.

Reid? He's fine, apparently. [Bourne's 'tree' canard does not go any way towards explaining why he has a busted-up face too. It was a tree, dammit. Trees everywhere.]

[Black is Jason Bourne (

brokenweapon), navy blue is Billy Costigan (

lostundercover)]

occupygotham

[ text, anonymous. Upon arriving, Bane has kept to himself, patiently reading through past entries on the network and evaluating his current situation. he has seen more questions raised then answers after his research ]

It would seem that the state between death, dreaming and life has more to be desired. The reason for our continued presence remains a mystery as we play the role of docile prisoners to this...Emperor. While others may seek contentment in their cage under the guise of routine and monotony, I must question one simple thing:

Tell me, fellow occupants, how long are we to be kept in the dark?

Surely none of the Kedan's guests were aware of the creatures lurking beneath the shadowed depths of Tu Vishan. A small, inconsequential thing, perhaps, to those who no longer have the fear of death instilled upon them, but the opportunity to prepare for such onslaughts was stolen from us. We are all strangers in a strange land, fellow outsiders, and it seems as if the Kedan are more than happy to maintain that relationship. A relationship that leaves us in a state of inaction.

Citizens, for that is what we should rightfully call ourselves here, it is time to find our voice.

[ a separate text message is sent out anonymously: ]

I seek the services of a medical professional- preferably one with a hand in anesthesia. Chemists, would also be welcomed.

virginprice

[Alcuin is too curious to stay away from the network- and besides, he's looking for someone. It's important that he begin as quickly as possible, so he makes a video post. He considered typing it, but pressing the keys to make the letters appear was just too strange. He'll save that for later.

He smiles shyly at the 'camera' that the man- or creature?- had pointed out and told him to look at when he wanted to show himself on the network. He's adjusted his shirt so that the bloodstains he arrived with don't show much, but the dark spots do show against the white fabric of his shirt, near the bottom of the screen.]

Hello. My name is Alcuin nó Delaunay and I am told that there are many in this strange city who can hear and see me now. I'm very sorry to trouble any of you, and I hope you are all well.

[He hesitates, unsure of how to phrase the next part, anxiety clear in his dark eyes.]

I have a question and a favour to ask, of anyone who might be willing to help me. My question is- has anyone met a man named Anafiel Delaunay? I hope that he is resident in this city too. If anyone has word of him, please tell me.

[He takes a breath and looks down for a moment, calming his fear that Delaunay is not there, then lifts his head and smiles.]

As for the favour, I am in need of some clothing. I have the coin that these- these, ah, kedan? That the kedan have given me. I do not know how much would be appropriate, but if someone would bring some clean clothes I will pay you. I'm afraid that I am in no state to leave my home and visit a tailor.

[It's the bloodstains. And the fact that there's this big rip that shows his stomach. It's just kind of a mess.]

Thank you very much for listening, if anyone is.

survival_isnt_living

[It seems like barely a few days ago that Sep talked to the network. He doesn’t usually, so he feels it. Nor is this the same easy, almost lazily arrogant young man of that particular video. His eyes are a little sharper and even calculating, his voice crisp, and what is quite obviously military precision in his body language.]

An invasion of animate dead bodies in tightly enclosed quarters is a new experience I could have done without.

While the Palace has been offered as a sanctuary, I know not everyone, outer sectors especially, will be able to reach it--or will want to. [After all, there’s something sketchy going on with the Emperor. He can understand that attitude.] WA-3A has been fortified, and as I work out of it as a rule, it has a basic medic station if you get injured and can’t make it anywhere else. Feel free to come here either for patching up or shelter. If you have any medic skills to offer, we'd be happy to host you for the duration as well.

[He hesitates, and for a moment looks regretful and a little softer around the edges.] Sadly, I haven’t heard anything about a way to counter the effects of a bite, and finding one would take time to experiment—something which I don’t have.

Evandau’s patrols won’t be doing wider sweeps of the city. I expect he has limited men with which to do so. [There may be an implication of ‘this is the only good excuse for his not doing so.’] I am not about to let anyone trapped or choosing to remain in outer sectors go undefended. I sincerely hope I won’t be the only one. We’ll be more effective if we are coordinated.

[He glances down critically, nods to himself, and after a moment turns to sheathe and toss a newly sharpened dagger on the bed behind him. The movement reveals notably Roman-esque laid out on it.] To that end, if you want to help, I’m holding a strategy session here in WA-3A in two hours. I’d like to get some people set for civilian escorts, both on standby for requests and in regular sweeps. I would also like to get enough people together to start making some tactical strikes.

[Pause.] If anyone has lightning, fire, or flight capabilities, I’d really like to talk.

[[Log post is here. OOC planning is here and here]]

littlecousin

[Nita is sopping wet, and, unusually for her, breathing heavily. She pushed herself hard getting back to the city from the barrier so she could warn people.]

Okay, I don't want to freak anyone out-- [she herself is clearly freaked out, or at least unsettled] --but all those corpses floating around in the water? They're moving now, and they're not friendly.

[She stands up to emphasize that the outfit she's wearing has been ripped to (somehow miraculously Comics Code-acceptable) shreds. Sorry, Favrielle.]

They're not all that good in the water, but they're fast and strong and they bite really hard. And they keep going even after they've had their heads torn off. [...She overreacted, okay.]

It looks like the barrier is keeping them out, but stay out of the water.

Tu Shanshu

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