tushanshu | Entries tagged with † hayley stark

[Hayley folds her hands in her lap and offers a smile that's obviously fake and disjointed at best.]

So Clark Kent is gone.

I, uh, paid some kedan to help me move the radio stuff into my suite? I didn't want it to get taken away. I mean, I'm not really the radio type. So like, I can show someone how it works or whatever, but I don't want to be in charge of it.

[She lifts a hand to wrap around the back of her neck, awkward.] If you didn't know, there's a radio system that people can use to transmit messages. He left a bunch of extras to hand out if people need them, so you can listen. But anyone can come transmit a message if they need to - if it's important, you know? Allegedly It can't hear the radio. The big bad wolf, I mean. I don't know if that's true though.

[encrypted 60% to Tony Stark]
Before you even ask, no, you can't butcher it for your project. If you want to come study it or whatever, I can.. figure out a time and someone to watch you.

[encrypted 60% to Aya]
Hey. I think you were friends with the Kents, right? I don't really know how to repair any of this stuff if it breaks.. Maybe you could help? I mean, you're already basically my boss at both Stark and Wayne, so I don't want you to be my boss here too, but I might need help if you're willing to.

ruinsprofessor

[Raine hesitates, for a very short moment, at the start of the video feed before firming the line of her mouth and plunging ahead. She looks tired, but determined.]

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Raine Sage. Please pay attention; I’ll try to keep this brief.

[She sounds more like she’s lecturing a classroom than delivering potentially shattering news.]

If you have previously thought none of this affects you, or if you simply missed the information, at the end of last month our enemy asked us to guess where it really is. Some of you will have already formed your own conclusions about this; I know I’ve certainly talked to some who have.

[Deep breath.]

There’s sufficient data with independent verification that I’m now sure, and everyone needs to be aware of this, sooner rather than later.

Our enemy has possessed Asti himself.

[A pause, considering. Well, the words are out now, no taking them back.]

That’s all. If you wish me to justify myself, either my conclusions or my lack of caution, I’ll do so, but more pressing right now is coming together to find a way forward, now that everyone is apprised of how severe the situation is.

[She lifts her chin a little then, and adds, not to any Foreigner but to the being she is pretty sure is watching,] Well? Do you care to confirm or deny?

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[ooc; this actually is directly related to Nilin’s post a few days ago! I have talked this out with a few people, Xhan (Nilin-mun) included, and I’m keeping track of what’s happening there for continuity’s sake, but Raine is unfortunately not the most subtle person in the world and is past the point of waiting and watching. For questions comments plotting or concerns, I can be reached at

makaricrow, ceryu (AIM), or makari.crow@gmail.com.]

sophos

[Annabeth is on the screen - she's cut up in a few places, like something shattered too close to her face, but it's healed over a few days; her expression is steely and hard. More bad news, and that's just brushing the surface.]

I know the location of Evastelei. I'm not telling you where. [She pauses. She hates potentially using the network like this - she knows Malicant must be watching, so part of that you is definitely at him. But she needs help here. There might be someone who can figure out what's up with Eva, or maybe even a way to help. It doesn't make it any less nerve-wracking.]

But she's unconscious. She has been, since our city-wide collective blackout. [Her mouth draws into a line. It's risky, admitting her state (again, because of Malicant; she never did figure out their exact connection). But nothing is going to change if she keeps it to herself. Maybe he already knows.] We need to wake her up. If anyone thinks they might - know something about magical comas, please tell me.

[She's also aware that her tone, her words, all of it implies some sort of relationship with Eva. For the first time she's somewhat admitting to it publicly, she's not quite so nervous. Maybe it's because she feels like she's been laying low lately, and there are more new faces around than familiar ones.]

everylittlegirl

[The room is dark and Hayley's face is only vaguely visible, lit only by the glow of the console's screen. She sounds tired, posting in the middle of the night. Someone paying really, really close attention might notice the Flash pajama bottoms she's wearing or the Superman cape, courtesy of Jor-El, strung about her shoulders like a blanket.]

I don't know if someone else already said this, but in case they didn't? Bart Allen and Kon-El are both gone. Back home, not missing.

[A beat.] Will someone bring me some food? I haven't really eaten for awhile.

[ooc: Assume Hayley's been ~~angsting~~ avoiding everyone for a few weeks. Feel free to assume check-ins or other interactions. I was hiatused a lot and am still slow, sorry!]

everylittlegirl

[Hayley swivels back and forth in her chair a couple times before she stops, leaning forward to talk to the console.]

Hey. So like, normally this is a message I would send privately, but we don't exactly have all those encryptions right now, so.. ignore this if it has nothing to do with you.

Who here knows a lot about where powers come from? I told this guy I'd ask some friends, but I haven't really seen them- you?.. around and I don't want to keep him waiting, you know? People fishing for information need not apply.

[A beat and Hayley glances over her shoulder to the direction of Mark's room. It feels weird talking about this, knowing he's next door.]

Also, does anyone have aluminum foil, potassium bromide, and bleach? I need some.. for a project.

highprofilerichkid

[A dark-haired kid who seems to be in his late teens appears on screen. He smiles, but it looks a bit forced.]

Hey. Tony Stark. [He gives a small wave.] I just... got here, I guess, and got the rundown on the whole scary death chaos monster situation. And all the giant magic turtle stuff. Sounds like a good time. [He laughs awkwardly, and rubs the back of his neck.] Better than centipede monster void dimensions, at least, [he mutters. This is not the first time he’s been suddenly yanked into a different dimension, evidently.]

Anyway, uh, if anyone needs some tech stuff or heavy lifting done, hit me up. I haven’t had a chance to take a close look at the tech here yet, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. [He seems to brighten a little at the prospect of new alien technology to play with.

He looks like he’s about to cut the feed, but then he hesitates. There’s a couple seconds of anxious silence, and he fidgets, his cheerful demeanor faltering even more.] And, um, just out of curiosity... When they send us back home, there’s... There is something to go back to, isn’t there? [He laughs, but it’s nervous, like he’s not sure he wants to know the answer.] Nobody would really give me a straight answer, but... They’re not going to send us back if we’re just about to... Well, you know, get blown up or something. Right? I mean, that would be pretty messed up.

solo_patria

[The same stern and properly buttoned up Enjolras appears on everyone's screens again, but there is something a little different about the man than only that, a spark of something in his gaze. It is not the same brand of happiness that he's displayed in many of his postings here, but it is something of a flame regardless, as tiny as it may be. He's clearing his throat and leaning in a little, waiting a few moments before proceeding.]

It has occurred to me that we have many people of talent here whose skills are being underused, or perhaps not used at all, and many important goings on around us that deserve to be addressed in the right fashion. True, we have the radio program, but there is likely still more that can be done in regard to the sharing of information. In short,

[And here, that spark that's not entirely dead seems to be growing in his eyes, just a little. Perhaps it is no longer the blue of ice, but the blue of fire as well. At any rate, it is there, and open for anyone watching to note.]

Tu Vishan has many stories, and, of equal importance, just as many storytellers gathered here. I think that it is time we work to follow these stories as they happen, to report the goings on around these stories, and, perhaps most importantly, to be a voice for all the foreigners settled here, no matter how long or short their time has been.

In short...In short, I would propose that we begin a newspaper, with the intent of focusing on all events from the foreigner's eye. We would provide information to our readers, gather it, and report and compile all that we have seen with our own eyes.

Ideally, given that language is something of an issue given we are all from different places, I would also suggest that translators are welcome along with our reporters, so that our news might reach everyone, regardless of the languages they read and write. The last thing I would wish is to exclude anyone from our endeavor.

If anyone is interested in doing this, in creating a paper and witnessing and reporting history here as it is made, I would certainly welcome you to join me on Thursday evening, starting around six o'clock in the Earth sector's largest cafe where we might discuss organization, our approach to others, and the sort of work we will need to get started.

I do hope as many of you as possible who would be interested in this are able to join me for what I hope will be quite an exciting venture.

Thank you for your time, as always.

[And back to your now regularly scheduled Enjolras, all pale and stern as they come, as if his excitement over starting up a newspaper has never happened. Back to business as usual then, turtle, carry on!]

OOC: [So, yes, Enjolras has gotten permission to start that newspaper I was asking about a few weeks ago, which be mostly handwaved. If your character is one who would be interested in journalism or any other aspect of the paper, please do let me know. Sign-ups will happen in a few days, via a log I will be posting!

Thank you!

-Sar (Enj's Management) ]

Current Mood: working

shorttempered

[The video clicks on and the image of Mark comes on the screen. He’s visibly nervous, and you can just barely see he’s wringing his hands as he talks. It’s clear he doesn't want to say what he’s saying, but he’s just as determined to get through it.]

Um, hi. I know the network’s not super reliable right now, and that it’s not secure and all of that, but with everything that’s happened the last few weeks, I really don’t want to wait in the hopes this gets fixed to say what I need to say. And as for Never-Speak-His-Name, well… that’s sort of the point of what I want to say, so…

[Takes a deep breath, sits up straight, and stops fiddling with his hands.]

I know some of you aren’t going to understand why what I’m about to say is so difficult, but I’m sure there’s some of you that are. And for those of you that can’t—this… this is really big for me, okay? I’m breaking pretty much the cardinal rule where I come from. But I've thought about this a lot, and with everything that’s happened… I’ve realized that this rule is getting in the way of helping people, which is what the rule is trying to do in the first place.

What am I rambling about? I’m getting to my point, I promise.

[He pauses because he knows after this there’s no turning back.]

For those of you that don’t know me, my name is Mark Grayson. [Mark picks up his mask, which was sitting on his lap, and puts it over his head.] I’m also the superhero who goes by the name Invincible.

This is a big deal for me because where I come from your secret identity is everything. Your secret identity is what keeps the bad guys you fight at work from coming to your home and hurting your family. And that’s not hyperbole. I've had a super villain come to my house and hurt my mom and threaten my brother to get back at me. For something I didn't even do. My family might not be here, but I've made a lot of friends here and while a lot of them can protect themselves, some of them couldn't. Not from the likes of the people I’m used to fighting, anyway.

But now everything’s changed. It’s not just my friends in danger of getting hurt anymore. Everyone’s in danger. And that’s why I decided to come clean. So the long-winded way of getting to my point is this, and this goes out to everyone (well everyone but Never-Speak-His-Name): if you need me for anything, anything, come to me. I’m super strong, super-fast, can fly, and yes, I’m invincible. And I want to help any way I can. If you need me to be a messenger, I can be a messenger. If you need me to carry something heavy like your couch to a different room, I’ll carry it. Heck, if you need me to open a stuck jar, I’ll do it.

Everything got real with the explosions, I’ve realized that I haven’t been really helping people like I should. Stopping muggers isn’t going to cut it anymore. It’s time I took my responsibilities more seriously. My secret identity doesn’t matter anymore. The safety of Keeliai does.

So I mean it. If you need help, for anything, let me know. I’ve been told I make a really good pack mule, and I’m knowledgeable about construction. Unfortunately I don’t have superhearing, so if you want to get a hold of me you’re going to have to do it the old fashioned way.

…I’m sorry this was so long, but thanks for listening.

[Quickly turns it off before he rambles any more.]

unobtainableredemption

[Kaine had been trying to wait until Peter or someone got the consoles fixed, but that didn’t seem like it was coming any time soon, and he didn’t want to wait any longer. Taking a page from some of the others, he holds up a piece of paper with the same message written in four languages: English, French, Spanish, and Japanese. His handwriting is sloppy, but he was trying his best to make it legible in every language. The only thing betraying his true feelings on the news he’s delivering is the way he tightly clutches the paper. ]

May Parker and Miles Morales have gone home.

[He holds it up for about a minute, before holding up a new page.]

Anyone with business with either one of them can take it up with me.

[He pauses for another minute, then holds up a third piece of paper.]

What’s a more secure way to talk to people?

[Another minute, then a fourth piece of paper.]

Want to talk about the shit going on. Not stupid enough to do it here.

[He holds up one final piece of paper.]

Open to suggestions.

[He puts the last piece of paper down and turns the feed off.]

backinakidflash

These

things are

still glitching, yeah? I

should repeat ever

ything four times

make sure

it gets

out, but that'd make

it take

four times longer

than

normal.

Voice post

cause somebody

thought it was a

good idea to

make me sit

through The Ring.

The static

creeps me out.

Everybo

dy see

how

Dumbass went and Mal

icent'ed up the joint?

Is there

something that

I never

got taught? Some rule

about

how when you

take

over you

have to

make the HQ

look

like an

evil

HQ? Interior Design

for Superv

illains 301. I mean. Seriously. Wi

th the black

and the spikes.

It's

like a vid

eo game.

Check

that.

It IS

a video

game. And I've played

about

17,000

versions

of it.

That's the

giant ass

dungeon

that you can't get into

until

you're leveled

. It's Bo

wser's Ca

stle.

It's

Ganon's Tower. It's

Ice

crown Citadel, and

I'm in

full 245s.

I know

where this is

gonna go. Can't miss

it, because

Dumbass made

it look

like Evil Vegas.

So we

walk

waltz or

storm or

sneak

into the

castle and

avoid

the lava

and the

fire and the falling

shit that's

always there. Always. Falling. Shit. Note to

self:

helmet. Get to the

throne room

and duke it

out,

only they take a

helicopter

or trap

door or

leap off the

balcony

because the

game's not

over yet.

Anybo

want to

catch

a cultist and fi

nd out where

the escape route

goes so

we can

cut

that one off?

Or they

tell us where

he really

is. Cause it ain't

under the

neon arrow

sign saying

"Evil Overlord Lives

Here." Don't

tell me

that

video games

aren't

educa

tio

nal.

( Failed attempted encryption to Hayley Stark )

necrokinetic

[ ever had to skype over an infinitely shitty and slow wi-fi? imagine that but worse - with all the lagging and pixelated video you can imagine. nico's no tech expert and generally avoids using the console when he can, but amongst all the chaos, not everyone can just easily shadow travel to other districts to find out if people they know are okay. hence, the sort of psa to follow: ]

Th▒▒re ▒▒ome▒▒▒ng — [ the video pauses, glitching, but in the corner of the screen, something still appears to be moving. a few seconds later, the feed tries to resume it's horrible quality self. ]

— ▒thing wro▒▒ w▒▒ th▒▒▒s.

[ the video glitches again, this time stuck on a repetition of that last syllable, so it sounds like it's fading out with a hiss. ]

[ ooc: all he said was "there's something wrong with this", roughly twice before deciding to quit the broadcast! ]

traumatizing

[Today's discovery is that Terry's still deeply uncomfortable with making video posts to the network at large, but it seems like the fastest and easiest way to flag down anyone he knows. Or who knows him for... Whatever reason. He doesn't look directly at the camera, spending most of his time on-screen looking just slightly to the side of the console.]

I think I've been gone about five months, if I'm right.

[He pauses and looks down at his hands, frowning while he works through what he wants to say in his head.] I'm not sure if there's anyone here still who knows me - I didn't know many people when I was here before - but, uh. [ahem] I'm Terry.

I've... A lot's changed. [wow great job pointing out the obvious, idiot.] I'm still wrapping my head around it all, but if there's a, I don't know. A handbook? [...] "A Summarised History of Tu Vishan: A Foreigner's Perspective." That would be really helpful.

[Beat.] Thanks.

tactile_telekinesis

[For anyone close to him, or that knows him, they'll have noticed that he was gone. Vanished for a few days with no sign of him at all. But he's back on the network and scratching at his nose.]

So the ride from the palace is better than getting' fished out the sea, that's for sure. I don't get why we even arrived in the ocean to begin with.

[He pauses and looks a little thoughtful as he looks around his suite.] Guess I wasn't gone for that long, huh? I mean, it doesn't feel like it was and it doesn't look like I was going by the network.

Always thought if I left this place and came back it'd be a bigger gap between it. Guess the turtle ain't so bored of me yet.

So what'd I miss? Anythin' interesting?

flamingshortshorts

[The message is simple and to the point, but hopefully with just enough of a hook to get some curious ladies interested.]

21yo soldier seeking adventurous lady open to a fun night of dinner, dancing, and a side of crimefighting. Maybe even some fireworks. Good time guaranteed. Must like banter and trying new things. Right hook and knowledge of firearms always welcome. Ladies pick the food and the music. If interested, send private message to talk more details.

[Someone is maybe looking to get his best friend a date without telling said friend he is doing it. Call it a late birthday surprise.]

alterer

[The feed kicks on to Nilin looking a little weary. Her day thus far hasn't been a good one and it's starting to show.]

Can anyone tell me where in this place I can get a drink? A good drink, mind you. The last bar I found tried to serve me something resembling dishwater.

[And it tasted what she imagines dishwater would taste like, too. There's a pause, and with a light sigh, Nilin speaks again.]

And, to the anonymous voice who spoke up when I first arrived. I'm listening.

[This time, she'll cooperate.]

sticksaround

[ Casey opens with about five seconds of space to start with, since he's rechecking his console operational stats as a precaution. His voice is stiff and a little muffled, but easy enough to understand. ]

Alright. Definitely got this working! [ Moderately loud enthusiasm abounds for a brief moment there, and it is promptly tamped down. ] Sorry. I asked about how these worked just to be safe, but I also hear I got a pretty thick skull, y'know? [ And here there are two quiet thumps followed by a light hiss, because he sure did knock on the side of his head for emphasis. ] Wanted to make sure I got it.

So, uh. Hey. Name's Casey. I'm from New York, and if you don't know what that means, I feel sorry for ya. I guess I'm here to wake up half-drowned and defeat evil like everyone else? The half-drowned thing is pretty new, but I actually have some experience with evil, so here's hopin' I can put myself to good use. I mean, between giant turtles and fightin' bad guys and studying for English Lit., I'll take the bad guys.

If there's anything bigger than the welcome wagon that a guy should be let in on or a familiar face or somethin', though, I'd really appreciate gettin' that outta the way now. Maybe directions to a good sports equipment store? [ Pauuuuse. ] Thanks. Really.

[ That equipment store is really important though. ]

backinakidflash

[It's been some time since Bart has graced the Network with a post. After Tim left the first time, that had been a miserable one to make. The shine is definitely gone like the cheap, shiny (lead-filled) paint on a kids meal toy.]

You know what is one of THE most annoying short story I've ever read? Hills Like White Elephants. Cause like. The Lottery was a trainwreck of stupid and gross, the one where that girl got shot out of the airlock was tragic, Super-Toys Last All Summer Long, All in a Summer Day - they're all about the worst of humanity, and I get that.

[It's strange how he has a hard time coming up with a short story that wasn't A huge downer, but, since he's venting, he doesn't pause the fast-paced, near breathless delivery to muse on it for long.]

But Hills Like White Elephants, man. It's four pages of doing nothing but waiting for this couple to stop dancing around the topic and complaining that everything tastes like licorice. Like that's a bad thing. I'd cut off my arm for a twizzler. All right not the whole arm, but me and my pinkie have never been on the best of terms. Twizzlers are nature's straws. And that's how they go. On and on. For pages of nothing that dance around everything and you just want to shout at them to freaking say it already because the rampant silence is killing her and the incessant chatter is putting him off. But on the other hand, who cares about him? He's a scumbag, and I hope that - in the fiction of Hemingway's - she grew a spine and dumped his fatass and ran off to run a tourist bar in Borneo. Because he was freaking selfish.

[He shrugs at this terrible understatement. 'Shithead' would be better, or reprehensible dickwad, but this isn't actually a symposium on the works of Ernest Hemingway. It just seemed like the best way to bring up how there were so many things, including Malicant, that no one talked about directly. Talk about white elephants by bringing up the story where they talk about white elephants to ignore the white elephants.]

So, yeah. Most annoying four pages I've ever read, and that's not counting all the essays analyzing it. Half of them were longer than the story! That is what happens when you hafta keep avoiding a topic. The coding and decoding detour takes way longer than flat out talking about it ever could, and. Let's be real. Not talking about things is halfway to lying, and oh-what-a-tangled-web hasn't stuck around for two centuries because Marmion is such a gripping read. Ohgoditreallyisn't. Why am I talking about Walter Scott?

[He actually stops here, scratching behind his ear for a moment until the tangent becomes a parabola and re-intersects with the original topic.]

Ugh, right. Hemingway. Things snowball. Before you know it, you're in an entire room full of white elephants, crowding out all the oxygen, and you can't turn around without face planting in saggy gray butt. Names that you shouldn't say, that you can't say, things you don't want to say cause you'll upset someone else or you, or piss them off and. It's turning every conversation into "Oh. We're talking about that now? OK."

ALL of it could be avoided if people just said what was on their mind because decades of watching what I say is getting old. I can't take it. I'm not wired for patient and subtle. I'm gonna be the first Allen in four generations to get gray hair. Because all I can do is sit here like -

[He jumps to his feet dramatically, pointing off in the distance.] "What in the world could that be?"

[And sits back firmly, as if it's possible to sit down resolutely with enough speed and force. Bart slaps a hand on the desk for good measure.] IT'S A WHITE ELEPHANT. It sucks.

And so does Hemingway.

oyaji

[ There's a big ratty cardboard box set up in front of the console. Kotetsu's head is barely visible over the odd pile of film reels haphazardly tossed into the box. ]

Yo! Kotetsu here! [ He waves to the camera. ]

So months ago I was at that uhh land or country--You know with the customs and we had to give things just to get over and it was all expected? And they had those auctions! Hooo, they had some weird some stuff being auctioned off there!

Well, they had movies! Can you believe it? I was all "Awww man, they've got movies!" you know? Good ones too! Brings back the best childhood memories...

Uhh eh but the problem is... I sort of don't have... any way to play 'em ehh hehe...

Does anyone have a movie projector, you know, just lying around? I think they're uhmm-- [ Kotetsu grabs one of the reels and pulls back the celluloid strip. ] -- thirty-five millimeters?

skeletonenigma

[To be honest, he would have preferred text, but this is a perfect opportunity to test out the console. The keyboard is self-explanatory. The video function isn't. One of the kedan had offered to show Skulduggery how it worked, but he’d politely declined. He didn’t particularly feel like being saddled with a guide for the entirety of his time here.]

Ah, there we go. Excellent.

[This does, of course, mean that he can now be seen. He was a little concerned about that when all of this was first being explained to him, but then he saw someone walking around in the city with blue skin and two heads. He’s rather less concerned now.

... He doesn't really have anything to ask, though, now that he’s thinking about it.]

Thank you. Carry on.

[Yes, that was a skull talking just then, Irish accent and moving jaw and all. Why do you ask?]

corage

[Hello, turtleland, hello. It's been a while once again, yeah? But Hal is here now and he looks... well, he doesn't look great, but its clear he's doing his best to ignore the dark circles around his eyes and the obvious weary exhaustion on his face. He's even smiling now, actually, attempting to look as cheerful as possible.]

Hey. Been a while since I really used one of these things. Things just got pretty busy and all that - can't help it when things like that happen, huh?

[In busy more or less equals to 'constant nightmares' and a desire to ignore anything superhero related. Hal has not been really having it easy ever since the whole fog and bottle thing last month.]

Anyway, uh--heard one of the bosses in Stark's place is gone, but the party must go on, and all that. Anybody have an idea of what kind of party they want? [Brief pause as something comes to mind.] I mean, sure, its usually only for employees, but maybe if there's enough interest we can make it a public thing. Might be good to mingle a bit more than usual crowd, yeah? As long as there's interest for it.

[Anything to keep himself distracted. Hal just kind of needs that right now because for him, his superheroing days are over.]

Tu Shanshu

fifteen : carry on my wayward son [video]

004; video; notably completely unencrypted;

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fourteen : taken away to the dark side [video]

thirteen : to another galaxy [video]

[video]

This is the story you wanted to write, well tonight is the night that you can...

005 [VIDEO]

VIDEO

voice post; anon location

oo2. video

001; video

14. [Video]

3RD MATCH ♈ [ANONYMOUS TEXT]

002 | Video

001 • [audio]

Video; take the big game down

video; Fourth Roar

001 | Video

THIRD LIGHT // VIDEO

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