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[It has almost been a month, and already Eponine looks far better than she had when she made her first appearance on the Network. Gone are her bloody rags, replaced by clothing that, while perhaps not her preferred style, actually fit her small frame and kept her covered. There's a light in her eyes that hasn't been there before.]

I had been wandering about the other night, keeping to myself- an old habit that I cannot drop, I do love to venture out at night, to see what there is, to experience a world that no one else sees because they are asleep- and I had a thought.

I have been here near a month. A month since I could feel my life leave my body. Such a long time! But already- already here I have been happier than I can recall in nine years! Only one other time can eclipse this!

Here, I have a home, clothing, a bed. There is food and I am warm. I have my beautiful brother- and mark me, I shall not leave him again, I have promised him and I will not go back on this promise. Not again- and I have friends.

I do not suppose I have ever had a true friend until I came here.

Death is by far one of the more grand things that has ever happened to me! To think-- no. I shall tell you, if you are listening, that I am happy here. Happier than I have ever deserved!

[She pauses for a moment, looking off to the side of the screen, and frowning.] Perhaps Enjolras is right. It is stupid to do these things so late at night. Forgive me. I have made a fool of myself yet again.

solo_patria

[Hello, Turtle. Here is an Enjolras who looks a bit embarrassed that he's even started this late night/very early morning post, but well. The question he wants to ask IS actually a valid one, now that he has TIME to ask it, and he finds the current most popular phrases to be incredibly awkward or childish so..The hell with it. People have asked all sorts of questions here, haven't they? He's clearing his throat, flushing a little, then glancing into the vid directly and clearing his throat.]

A question, everyone.

I find that most of the current terms for one's...romantic friend...but more than such are either juvenile or not quite accurate. 'Boyfriend' for example, makes us sound as if we were children, 'Partner' has several connotations that do not immediately state the obvious and 'Lover' sounds particularly awkward.

[And well, they have not quite gotten to the lovers stage yet. Enjolras is hardly ready for it and still accustoming himself to the kissing and cuddling things that he never let himself seek out in life.]

When others here speak of the other piece of their soul as he is to me...what terms seem to work best for you?

[He will deny this video happened later. He really will. He just...really wishes to know and can't sleep so...here it is. Have fun with it?]

Current Mood: curious

idavid

[So someone forgot in the midst of all the exploring and socializing that he should have been making preparations for his bi-monthly maintenance.

It was this guy, right here. Time flies when you're having fun.

He pops on the feed, looking a bit nervous.]

Hello again. I have an urgent request for whoever can help me. I was not particularly forward with the information that I am an android, in part because of my concern at being treated as less than an average individual. However, I have come to regret that as I have a service of maintenance that I require within the next two days, and I did not think to prepare for this preemptively.

My system requires replenishing of a hydraulic fluid that works most similarly with how the human system needs blood. I have to do this every two weeks to remain fully functional. I am not certain if anyone can take a sample and replicate it, but this is my request.

Otherwise, while my power can never run out and I can never die, I will lose mobility and possibly malfunction in other ways.

If anyone is capable of assisting, I would be indebted to you and am willing to provide my services in whatever fashion you may require. I hope for the best. [David gives a troubled smile before ending the video.]

[[ooc: now featuring plotting post for the scientists that are getting involved.]]

supremefaith

[As the video cuts on Makoto can be seen in all of her Sailor Jupiter glory, she's leaning forward with her hands planted on the surface that the console is sitting on. To all intents, constructions, and purposes a girl in a green fuku should be adorable, but the expression on her face is filled with pure fury.

In spite of that smile she's presently wearing.

And sparks of electricity are rolling off of her skin.]

This one goes out to our resident thieves...you took something from me, a wristwatch communicator, and I want it back.

[The sharpness in her features softens a little bit, but it's not enough to resemble the typical kindly and openhearted Makoto. She's really cheesed off.]

In the interest of fairness I'll give you a chance to return it exactly where you found it, but if I have to hunt you down it's gonna be a bad day.

[And the feed cuts.]

((ooc: Makoto is yet another casualty of the thieving sky pirates.))

skybluejeep

So I've been thinking. A dangerous pastime, I know.

Entertainment is kinda sparse here on the Turtle, which blows. We're human beings. We need stories and pretty things to keep us going. Since the day Ugg and Grugg the cavemen sat around a big fire eating their unsustainable mammoth paté, they've been telling stories. We've been telling stories. It's part of what makes us people, ask any anthropologist.

And all we have here is...this. The network. Full of gossip, and chatting with new friends, and setting up awesome beach parties, and tamale parties, shout-out to those who set up those things because they were great and a lot of fun! But it's not stories. It's not sitting around the television wondering how this season of Albuquerque Meth's gonna end. It's not entertainment. And we need some.

And now, uh...Clark Kent? I think that's his name, sorry dude, he's set up this spiffy new news radio! Which is great. We need that. But it can't broadcast news twenty-four seven, right? It's not CNN. Or even Fox and thank god for that.

So I was wondering...would anybody be interested in some scripted radio shows? Like, let's kick it old school. The Texaco Comedy Hour! Who knows what evil lurks in the minds of men, that kind of thing. I've never written a script before, but how hard could it be? Or if anybody wants to help, or do voices, or whatever.

Any interest?

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.

medica

( 'Trapped' was a word that Joan was not particularly pleased to hear. Never, in all the cases that she has worked, did being trapped have a good outcome. Victims were trapped. If she were a victim - if all these people were victims - who were they a victim of? What was the motivation behind it all? )

Look, I just got here and thought I'd ask a few things on here.

( She hadn't wanted to ask the others that brought her to where she'd be staying. Usually trusting her instincts, she had been patient about getting more helpful answers. )

Could anyone point me in the direction of the law enforcement around here? Or any type of hospital for that matter?

( Best to start with what she knew best. Getting to see how people were treated when they broke the law or if they were injured might prove to be useful. )

I'm Joan, by the way. Joan Watson.

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.))

unfettered

[Have a bombshell-blonde teen werewolf, Keeliai. She's dressed in the same outfit she wore to a rave and leaning both elbows on the console as she stares straight into the camera.

While she doesn't start by naming Isaac, Scott, and Stiles specifically, it likely obvious to them that her first statement is aimed in their direction.]

Boys, I know you're busy with your baking or whatever you're up to [what's up with that by the way?] but I'm here now so why don't you come out, come out, wherever you are?

[Ending with a sing-song voice, she addresses anyone else who might be paying attention to her feed.]

To the rest of you, that's one hell of a song and dance they do for you back at the palace, isn't it? Too bad it's probably full of lies or something.

[Her smile fades as she makes a face and gives a deliberate, dramatic sigh.]

So, anyone want to help a girl out and give me the 101 on place? Because this network doesn't have Google or WikiLeaks.

chiot

[ Gavroche is ready. Oh, is he ever ready. There's a grimly determined look on his face, one that is ill-fitting of a boy his age but certainly etched into his small features like stone.

Oh, yes. He is ready. ]

'Ey!

[ The place behind him--what was once a decent suite in the wood sector--has been more than a little ransacked. It looks like a mother's worst nightmare and an 11 year old's dream: furniture is everywhere, and where there's not furniture there's blankets and the like. Someone's been looting while everyone was busy with the dive, it looks like. There's also food in a distant corner on what looks to be a bookshelf, piled high. On the walls there's drawings--mostly of a man with a red vest and a few others, all holding red flags or France's own. There's other children'd drawings, too, though not as big--ones of the turtle, for instance, and one particularly unflattering stick figure of the Emperor.

Among the makeshift beds, the clutter of stray bits of furniture, and the general mess, there are others in the room with him. Kedan, of course--they're all about Gavroche's age, milling about like they own the place. Gavroche clears his throat. ]

Everyone was busy, huh? M'busy, too. Still am, 'cause I got more stuff to do. [ He nods, face still deadly serious. ]

'Cause I ain't got an elephant no more, m'makin' my own for everyone an' anyone. Summat what don't have their own place to stay, huh? But s'not for grown ups. 'Cause grown ups can take care of themselves. [ Then it's not anyone and everyone, Gavroche. Unless he meant the newcomers and the Kedan? ]

M'gonna make sure everyone my age knows all the shortcuts and stuff, huh? Just gotta follow Gavroche. Follow, follow! [ Just don't ask where he got all the stuff. ]

notdreaming

That was definitely a fun trip, but I’m so glad to be up in the sun again. I don’t like all that darkness, and being under the water… it feels so trapped. [ Not to mention what happened the last time. Kara is not going to focus on that though, and she smiles brightly. ]

So now that we’ve got the sun back, who wants to hang out? I was going to do a little shopping, maybe go swimming. Ah… I know there was a little confusion the last time, but it really seems like most people prefer to be covered when they swim? [ Is that a blush? Maybe just a little. One can only take so many odd looks, you know. ] So I think it would be best if everyone wore swim gear. Just so we’re all clear on that.

relatable

[She's never really sure how to address these things, but with how things are going lately and the apparent lack of sleep she's getting, she knows she just needs to get out of her head for awhile.]

So I asked about fun once, and while everything around here is-- [Weird.] Great, I could maybe use a break. Just go do something. Explore, maybe?

[She's asking for a friend basically, but considering how isolating she normally is, she's not sure who exactly to ask.]

If anyone wants to.

doc_holi

[After the Kedan left, Holiday meandered around her suite a bit, trying to find some sort of distraction... or maybe answers. Was she dreaming? The last thing she remembered before arriving here was Rex and- and talking to White and- She must have passed out along with everyone else...]

[She decided to activate this network thing to see some of the locals around here. Maybe it's all just a dream, but-]

Hello. I'm Doctor Rebecca Holiday and I'm new in... Keeliai. [Did she even pronounce that right?] I suppose that since I'm here now, I should probably try to... figure out my way around this place a bit or something.

If there are any hospitals or clinics near by, I would like to visit one of them, for work purposes. [And the nanites.] One of the people who helped me to my suite told me that I live in the Earth sector now, if that helps anything... Actually, is there a better way to get around this city rather than using carts?

Um... Thank you for your time.

trifurcate

[Bryn hasn't made a network post of her own since her arrival, and so it seems that an introduction is necessary first. Hair pulled away from her face and smile wide, she waves at the screen.]

Hi everyone! I know I've been a little quiet on here lately so there are several of you who probably don't know me. My name is Bryn Zethir, from Askoupur which I'm pretty sure none of you have ever heard of before. That's okay, honest.

[That should be enough.]

So, with the rationing lifted and the possibility that things are going to get at least somewhat back to normal again, it occurred to me that there's something we're kind of missing in this city. There are tons of restaurants and bars in this city but not one of them is owned and run by a foreigner. Now, I've been working really hard for a while now and saving my money, and with some assistance [Thanks, Bruce <3] I now have enough to buy or rent a location, renovate, and stock it for business.

And here's where all of you come in. While it's my sincerest hope that you'll all come in for a meal or to enjoy some live music, this won't be possible without some people to come work and help out. So, if anyone has any skills for the following jobs and wants to talk to me about being hired on a part or full time basis, please let me know! For those of you who already have work but may be interested in picking up a bit of extra juulan, there will also be contract positions available for the renovation process, once I pick a location. Also, as I hope to install a stage, there will be opportunities for performers of all stripes to have a place to entertain.

So, I think that's it unless anyone has any recommended vendors I should look into for food, drinks, or tobacco. Otherwise, please check out the list of job opportunities and let me know if you're interested. I'll let everyone know when we're open for business. Thank you!

[Waving once more, she switches the feed over from video to text. The following list appears:]

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iwillnotlookback

Have I been gone so long? It feels as if only moments have passed for me, and yet the mainland lies nowhere in sight. Only water... In the way of the people of my first husband, Drogo who was my sun-and-stars, the sea is called the poison water. They fear that which their horses cannot drink.

[ And Dany? What does she fear? ]

Again, I seek word of Drogon, if he is here. When last I was present he'd only just arrived, and injured several people. Though they weren't residents of Keeliai, I offer my sincere apologies regardless. If he's still here and has hurt anyone since... You may submit yourself to me for recompense, and I will ensure justice is done.

To those who are new since my last term of residence, I give greetings. My name is Daenerys, of House Targaryen.

[ ooc: HER HAIR IS BACK ftr, idk magic or some shit ]

witchnotwarlock

[A kid with black hair and a sheepish grin takes off a silver headband, running his fingers through disheveled hair.]

That ride... how about that ride? I’ve never ridden on a cart like that before. I hope that’s not the normal way to get around here? I never thought I’d miss the subway, I mean, I know we can’t have one here, and I think the turtle would agree.

[He laughs, looking around.] You know, this place is the perfect setting for a fantasy video game. You can have the good guys grow up in the poorer part of the city, and they have to fight off a great evil that threatens to kill the turtle, so they literally need to save the world. You could have your mage come from the richer district, and she defects from her family to help the hero out, and they gather friends along the way who fight in your party, and they discover new things, and...

I would play a game like that. I would read a comic book series that was like that, that would be awesome... please let there be comic books here. I hope there are comic books here.

superoverachiever

Guys, we need a school.

And not JUST because I've been stuck in Turtle-opolis for almost six months and I'm seriously behind in my studies. [She cycles through six different half-grumpy, half teasing faces before she assumes a more serious face.] I know people have been offering to teach self defense and magic and stuff like that, but it's not -- look, it's what we need to be doing.

Educating ourselves is how we prepare for stuff like -- you know, the thing that we have to prepare for.

Obviously, I'd mostly just be a student. I think most of the people who can teach valuable skills already are, but they could afford to be more coordinated. That means we need a Headmaster. Any volunteers?

[She clears her throat and steps back from the camera, revealing half her apartment to be covered with notes about something -- presumably this project.] Oh, yeah, I have a preliminary curriculum, lemme know what you think.

Lessee, we got... Self Defense, English, Kedan Language and Culture, Computer Science, Magic, Physics and how not to introduce stupid invasive furballs into the ecosystem.

Ahem. I mean Newcomer Orientation. Obviously there's not enough of us to really do levels or whatever, but come on. Let's get on it!

bludhavenknight

[When Dick shows up on the feed, he's smiling, but his eyes look a little haunted. He just looks tired, really, but his smile doesn't dim even for a second.]

I've been to a lot of places before, but being on the back of a giant turtle? This one has to take the cake. [He laughs. He's been on different planets, places on Earth no one would ever believe, and now this.]

And I didn't have to make any travel plans. No waiting at the airport and having to go through security, no five hour ride because you got stuck in your car during rush hour, and it's all free.

[He runs a hand through his hair.] And the accommodations are great, I think the bed here is better then mine back home. Not as much noise as in Gotham, but that's...

[He trails off for a second before giving another laugh.] Shoot, where are my manners? I'm Dick, it's great to meet all of you. I can't wait to do it in person, though, these things are fine, but it's got nothing on actually shaking someone's hand!

[And then a tribble appears and Dick picks it up.]

Huh? What's this, some kind of housewarming gift?

alphatar

[When the feed starts, Korra is sitting back against her spinny-chair with her hands dangling from the arm rests. Whether she's bored, tired, lost in thought, or all three is anyone's guess. Her armband is cut, exposing her skin underneath, and it's splattered with a dull red. She's chewing on a really small, but very thick strip of jerky.]

A lot's going on right now, it's kind of hard to keep up. There's a lot of new faces. Well, new to me anyway. [A simple hand wave.] Hi, I'm Korra; but I'm sure someone's probably told you that.

Anyway, I just wanted to say if anyone's freezer is too full or just having too hard of a time handling those tribble things I can help out. Or if you just need some ice, I’m selling bags of them, cheap.

[The living area behind her is surprisingly tribble free and there is a brown and white furry covering on the chair she's in. Taking another bite, she points at the screen and her lips turn into a thin line, eyes narrowing.]

And whoever keeps beating me at mahjong, THIS ISN'T OVER. [Seriously.]

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I'm going up to the turtle's head soon, do you want to go?

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