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[The image displayed is of nothing human. It is, in fact, nothing more than a panda in a pair of darned pants standing straight up as if he knows no other way to stand. He’s obviously in the new “home” he’s been given, and if it’s possible for him to seem even more out of place, he somehow manages it. It’s similar but it’s not, and he’s never seen anything like the kedan before.

He’s entirely out of his element, and if it was ever doubted that a panda could display that much with expression, he’s living, standing, awkward proof that a panda can do just that.]

Uh. [Brief, something that was almost a word but never quite made it. He has no idea about these devices except for what he’s been told, and he still finds it difficult to believe. Others can see him, he can see them, and they can speak that way. How is that possible?] So. Hi. This showing a picture, right? A…a moving one, I guess. I don’t really understand, but that’s what those guys told me, so it probably does, right?

[He’s blathering. This is hardly anything new with him, and he realizes it, and that also shows. He runs a paw over his face, ears popping right back into place when it passes over them.]

Yeah, so, the introduction thing, I guess. I’m, uh, [awkward] Po [still awkward] and I’m from a place called the Valley of Peace, and [little less awkward] I never really thought that when you ascended, it was to another city. Thought of it more like another plane. But that’s okay, because you can’t ascend anything when you’re asleep, but you can apparently get trapped, and that’s pretty, uh. That really sucks. Like. It sucks a lot.

[He’s still obviously out of his element, but he stands up a little straight and stops fidgeting.]

Is there anything that whoever else here can tell me that doesn’t suck?

[Things that suck less are also wanted, and it’s after a close-up of a bear paw that the image disconnects.]

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.]

trainwrecked

So, uh. Things're pretty bad for some of the people who can usually do more'n the rest of us these days.

I just wanted to ask if any of you're in need of an extra hand or something. I'm probably not the only person willing to help out.

That's all.

[Private to Bruce Wayne.]

Mr. Wayne. We haven't talked so far, m'name's Bucky Barnes. I know you run a company making medications, and I wanted to know if you have antibiotics. Something for pneumonia, and something for infected wounds.

If you do, let me know what kind of payment you'd like for 'em.

Thanks in advance.

Current Mood: worried

definingfuture

[Tony starts out by fidgeting in front of the console. He's apparently trying to make his shirt settle correctly, but it's a bit too small. Right. Important business.]

Someone remind me that tailored clothing is not always the way to go.

Okay, I think we need to forget powers. Let's wipe that word out for now. Let's talk about energy for a minute. These things seem to be working just fine, by the way. No interference as far as I can tell. Anyone having trouble with theirs? Anyway, just something worth noting.

Here's something interesting: Whatever is going on seems to be interfering with a broad spectrum of energy sources. Different kinds of energy which normally shouldn't have anything to do with each other. Unless we're all hooked up to the same juice, which raises a whole different set of questions.

So maybe it's a bug in the universe. Maybe we've hit some interference. This is all speculation, of course, but if that is what we've got, then it's pretty sophisticated interference. It knows how to reroute power.

lostundercover

There's something happening. People are talking about self-defense and barriers. There's some plague going around, we're still on rations, the kedan don't like us, and things are only getting worse. Everyone's realized that by now.

The question is, who knows what's going to happen next?

Oh, and if anyone has any idea what happens to the people who leave here? The ones that disappear? That would be appreciated.

[60% Encryption to: Bruce Banner]
We should talk.

[60% Encryption to: Arthur]
I want to ask you about something.

[60% Encryption to: Bucky (MCU)]
You were a soldier, right?

[60% Encryption to: Pepper]
We should get a cup of coffee.

alphatar

Hello evereaone. My name is Cora and I am seventean 17. Inglish is a lot more diffikalty than Chyneas. I am lurning it so bea paytient give mea tyme to mastur thea layngwuj. Numburs are easea at furst.

Thaync yu much. Avitar Cora.

Current Location: ME-2B
Current Music: What the Samba

franchisepirate

[A blond, pony-tailed man with discerning blue eyes peers into the camera, pausing momentarily as though he expected something significant to happen. And then he raises his eyebrows and quirks one side of his mouth in a facial shrug, apparently deciding to move on despite the lack of it.]

I suppose this is more efficient than quill and ink, but it lacks a certain panache, wouldn't you say? [Being that Westley's not quite certain who he's addressing, best to presume there's someone or another there.]

So, here we are. Not that I can particularly identify who "we" are other than myself, nor am I especially well-versed in where "here" is, but thus the point of my inquiry. [A small, thin smile at his humor, which somehow manages to come off as less self-congratulatory and more charming.] Perhaps someone might be so kind as to share whatever they feel is relevant to a relative newcomer.

Oh, and I nearly forgot.

[He didn't, but best to come off casual about this specific area.]

If anyone can point me toward a blacksmith, that would be quite helpful.

definingfuture

[So here's a guy smiling more than he should be. He looks downright cheerful about the whole alternate world between life and death bit, but looking cheerful is easier than people say it is. His expression is giving off the best "let's be friends" message that he's got.]

I think I hit my head. Which is kind of bad, because I can't afford to have hit my head right now. I was working on things.

Hey, anybody want to play a game? It's called "the last thing I remember". Anyone? I'll go first.

I was just about to finish a late night coffee and watching a fuzzy video with a fuzzy memory that probably means things are not going to end well very soon. The thing about that? If things were going to go bad this soon I would know about it. So that means I didn't just have an aneurysm that dropped my, uh, soul into this period fantasy. Is there a door? There has to be a door. Or maybe not. I admit soul transference isn't really my area.

[He pauses to let all of that settle before he seems to come to a conclusion.]

This can't be good for space-time.

emasculates

[Her tone is blunt, sharp, faintly accented. No preamble.]

We are here to fight a war. How many of you are remotely prepared?

[She's guessing like three. But then again, she has high standards for preparedness.]

hammer

[ The image of a rather ordinary, unremarkable looking man fills the screen. He’s clean-shaven, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and he’s got brown hair, cut short and though it’s a little messy, there’s something about it that suggests that it had been styled at one point earlier in the day. He’s just slightly disheveled, which those familiar with the comings and goings of individuals to Keeliai might recognize as a sign of a new arrival. ]

So this is… [ There’s a moment of silence, as he trails off and glances away from the camera. ] …different.

[ It only lasts for a second, before he looks back and rolls his eyes. ]

The whole—I mean, well… Whatever.

[ He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and pulls himself together. ]

Right, okay. I was given a place to live but no job, and I’m guessing that it isn’t free rent forever. So if there’s, I don’t know, a job center? Help wanted ads? Some turtle world version of Craigslist? Something? Could someone point me in the right direction?

insecrets

[The feed turns on to show a shirtless Finnick, hair still damp from an earlier shower. He smiles brightly, leaning back in his chair. Gratuitous chest? You betcha. There's a pause as he pops something that looks like a sugar cube into his mouth.] With more people arriving, I'm sure the strain on food resources is going to become harder for some of us. But the ocean, that's still plentiful and unharmed by Tu Vishan's illness.

For you new people, or even those who have been here a while, I'm Finnick Odair. I have a small fishing business set up. [A pause as he smiles.] Basically what I'm offering here are a couple of job opportunities. I should be able to handle a few employees, if you'd like to earn a little money and food on the side. If you like fishing, or if you'd like to learn, here's your opportunity. [He winks.] Wasting it would be a shame.

cravats

[When the video turns on, Lyall is doing up one of his cuffs, his expression rather more sour than usual. He quickly drops his hand when he sees that the camera has turned on already.]

Is anyone keeping track of the places where our kedan friends have devolved into open hostilities? Are there any particularly risky neighbourhoods? I was just forced to ruin a nice set of clothes to escape a particularly rude group. I liked that waistcoat, and I don't suppose I'll be able to replace it any time soon with supplies being what they are. What a pity.

At least I saved my hat.

[Indeed, people who were in the Fire Sector earlier may have seen a small wolf (or possibly a large fox) running through the streets with a bowler hat in its mouth.]

afirewithfashion

[Cinna doesn’t post to the network immediately after arriving. He listens carefully to what the Kedan tell him on their journey back to his new home. He observes his sector carefully. He knows what rationing looks like. He sees the anger in the Kedan population.

How much of this is real? How much is just another illusion? It lasts longer than anything brought on by the tracker jacker venom they used to torture him, and locked in the dungeons of the Capitol, he lost any ability to tell reality from hallucination. The venom played off his memories, the worst moments of his life. His fears for the future. This place, though, this is unlike anywhere he's ever been. So there's that.

Finally, he can’t hide anymore, and he can’t wait it out. So he sits before the console and switches it to video. Although he’s anything but calm, being brought here, being tortured and murdered by Snow’s goons, he doesn’t let it show. His face is perfectly calm and pleasant. His voice is even and soothing.]

Sorry to interrupt, I won’t waste anyone’s time. I got here a few days ago, and I need a job. I work in fashion back home -- mostly costume design, but I can do hair or makeup, too, if anyone has an opening. I asked at the Kedan-owned shops, but I gather they aren’t hiring at the moment.

[Or at least not hiring foreigners. Judging by his tone, it’s clear he understands why he was turned away. It's hard to be violent against someone so even, but he knows he was lucky. He's not going to complain. He just moves on to his next option.

Finding work. It’s a nice, safe topic, not like what happened to him or why he’s here. He’ll stay with that, and keep his other thoughts to himself.

So really, it’s just another day. One beyond the days he thought he had left, but he might as well make the best of it.]

Thanks.

suoxi

[ Inara comes into view with a smile, as always. She’s very confident sitting there in her suite, hands in her lap and a few candles burning behind her for ambience. She is the picture of calm and poise and looks entirely at ease.

Inside, though – Inara is boiling. Inara is Not Happy about several things, but there are…certain experiences best not ‘advertised’ on a public network.

But boy is she pissed about being fired, then threatened on the way home.

ANYWAY. ]

I have decided to open the Companion House that is located in the Fire Sector earlier than I originally planned. [ read: Inara got fired, and needs another source of income. ]

If you are interested or require more information as to what a Companion is and does, please let me know and I will forward you directions and information. [ Inara learned a valuable lesson: make a pamphlet. Repeating herself explaining the intricacies of Companionship was quite taxing. ]

I am also taking applications for those that would like to enroll in Companion training as well. [ Inara smiles, but her eyes are decidedly sharper here. ] This is not an endeavor lightly chosen. It is a life choice – a career, and the training is intense and not limited to intimacy. I will personally speak [ interrogate ] to any interested party.

[ inara out ]

cowled

[When the video opens on Bruce, much of his 'friendly neighborhood playboy' demeanour is muted. He looks a little more serious than normal, though his tone and expression remain congenial enough.]

As some of you may have noticed, passports have been delivered to our suites. It's very likely that these herald another landfall, and given the fact that our population is significantly increased from what it was in November, I'd like to warn people about what we might encounter.

[Attached is a file, landfall.doc. It contains things like details on the llothi, the mausoleum, the ruins, the temperature, sorts of plants found, soil samples, etc.]

You have Miranda Lawson to thank for those. Sadly, she's no longer among us, but I doubt she'd want her research to go to waste.

[A slight pause, barely notable before he continues.]

And that brings me to my second point of business. At one time, a foreigner was keeping a list of people we might be looking for in the event that they arrive. However, I think it's past due we started a compilation of the names of those that have left us. Since disappearing from this place seems an almost instantaneous process, it could be weeks or even months before we become aware of some people's departure, and I believe that process is best expedited for everyone's sake. Most recently, at least to my knowledge, we've lost Miranda Lawson, Favrielle nό Eglantine and Lina Inverse.

[Not mentioning Jason Todd? Not mentioning Jason Todd.]

I'd appreciate any other names you might have.

Additionally, given the current state of Keeliai, I think it's an opportune time to rekindle the idea for a Foreigner-lead council. Councilman Tarrlok, a word to that effect? I think an elected representative from each Sector would be a good place to start.

And if there is anyone well-suited to the role, I'm happy to hold nominations.

nefertiri

I certainly didn't expect to - How on earth do I - This is entirely too complicated. ( Evie's commentary is cut short when she realizes that others might be watching her. The device says "recording", which is a word she equates with...movie cameras? But they hardly look anything like what she is holding in her hands. ) My name is Evelyn O'Connell and I run the British Museum. I'm -

not sure what to make of this place. It's like nothing I have ever seen before. I would like to know more about it. ( She is going to forego thinking about the technology (which seems to be quite advanced) and focus on something she is comfortable with. Books. ) Are there any books about the history of this land? I would love to read them.

Actually if there is a library, I wouldn't mind reading any books I can get my hands on. ( It's easier for her to focus on gaining knowledge. Before she even fiddled with her communicator, she experienced a moment of panic at being separated from Rick, Alex and Jonathan, but now she knows what she needs to do. She doesn't have time to fall apart. It won't do her any good and she knows that. ) I hope I'm using this correctly.

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.

angermanaging

[He's seen a lot, experienced a lot, that would be considered unbelievable, but this is something else. Bruce had taken a few hours to himself to make sure he was calm, do his breathing exercises, and trawl the network with a frown. But ultimately he has to say something, he realizes. This isn't a place he can remain in isolation, as uncomfortable as that makes him.

The camera shows a serious-minded man with dark hair, face lined with tiredness but nonetheless alert and attentive. He can't resist taking a moment to complain about the illogic of it all first.]

You know, I'm pretty sure the many worlds interpretation is time asymmetric. Even if world splitting happens, why would world merging ever... [He stops himself. Sighs. Okay, yeah, physics isn't going to help him much here, is it? He can't even be surprised.

Bruce runs a hand through his hair, pushing onto practicalities without transition.] So what exactly is the process for getting a job around here? I'm not picky, but-- I have the most experience in mechanics.

And, uh. If anyone knows where I could get some superglue, I'd appreciate it.

Thanks. [He finishes the broadcast intentionally without giving his name; there's one split second of awkward pause, and then he switches it off.]

[ooc: People from other Marvel verses, you're free to recognize him as Bruce Banner or not as you want. And his permissions are over here if you need them!]

bondsprofoundly

Anyone who is in need of currency may have mine.

[...and that's it. Free money!]

aloadeddie

[Oh look, Arthur is showing his face on the network today. Unlike some of his companions, he prefers the "out in the open" alias. His face is pleasantly neutral, if a bit, well, curious.]

I'm kind of wondering here, how many others are regular insomnia sufferers? I've been dealing with this for quite a while, myself, maybe we can exchange tips and tricks for handling it.

Also, call it academic curiosity, but has anyone experienced major changes in their sleep cycles or habits since arriving here? I know, I know, I get the whole spiel about being between life and death and dreaming. It's just that - when I do sleep, I'm a lucid dreamer. But that's changed since I showed up here. [White lie - he doesn't dream at all without the assistance of drugs, but that's neither here nor there.

He looks like he's about to end the feed, but then remembers something else.]

Oh, right. I'm Arthur, by the way. I'm putting together a small private security firm. I know things are tight right now, with rationing and all, but my rates are variable and I'm happy to do a free consult - small businesses, personal security, event stuff, whatever you've got.

[Private - Cobb, Eames, Ariadne (dreamshare encryption 95%)]

I'm hiring Billy Costigan. Don't even start, I know it's a risk. The guy is way too interested in us for my taste. We need to figure out why and how to deal with it.

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