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Hello again. Guess who just got a start-up loan to re-open the Jasmine Dragon Tea House. The old shop front is even vacant!

I've spoken to a few of you about job openings. The Grand Opening will be in two weeks, but before that, I'll need some employees to help clean and set up furniture. Maybe do some repair work. Just let me know.

ninjainviolet

[ When the feed starts, Sheena's relaxed posture and demeanor reveal that doing something like this isn't entirely new for her. Even though she's on a turtle--which is actually "normal" compared to where she's been the past several years. ]

Hello, everyone! My name's Sheena Fujibayashi. I just arrived here in the city a couple of weeks ago and am looking for a job.

[ Time for the info. ]

My experience is kind of varied, but first and foremost, I'm a ninja. But, I also have experience in owning and operating a Tea House, a Noodle Restaurant, and a Dojo.

[ Translation: She has a lot of skills, and can beat up people if needed. ]

If anyone has any questions [ or job offers ], don't hesitate to get in touch with me.

Thanks.

[ Okay. So she may be used to using a network, but she's not too good at selling herself with words. ]

shroudofgray

[There is a moment where Yorda seems hesitant. It's hard to tell since her bangs are in severe need of a trim, but her brow is furrowed. She had promised China she wouldn't say anything yet, but she hadn't been forbidden to ask questions.]

[She screws her courage to the sticking point, sets her jaw, and looks at the screen, resolute.]

There was a time when the stones that hold - [She hesitates. Use your words, Yorda.]

...the soul-gems. There was a time when some were taken.

I would like to know about this.

starspangled

[The back of a giant turtle probably is the strangest place he's ever been. There's some close seconds - like the bottom of the ocean for a few decades, or riding a chunk of a flying city that's threatening to come crashing down.

Speaking of:]

Natasha? Do you copy?

[His breath comes out in a frosty little cloud. He remembers the air getting thinner, but not this cold. The last thing Steve remembers at all was talking to her, so if he's lucky, maybe she's here too.

But it's not the first time that he's felt like he's alone in a world that's not his own. With or without a response, Steve will carry on.]

My name is Steve Rogers. I was hoping that other members of my team might be out there. From what I've been told since my arrival, I understand that there was a war here not so long ago. I was wondering if anyone had more information about that. Maybe something that wasn't included?

[Because if there's one thing he's learned, it's that there's always a little more to the story. Steve looks down at something, that little crease forming in his forehead.]

Someone once gave me some advice about starting over. I'm not sure this is what she meant by that, but I'll do my best while I'm here. So I'll be happy to talk to anyone who needs help. If anyone else has suggestions on how to stay busy here, I'll listen to those too.

no_light

[Kylo Ren is back on the turtle, with a less dramatic entrance this time. And sans the helmet, which means you get a good look at the frown on his scarred face.]

I have been trying to get in touch with Lord Vader all day, but I was unable to do so. Master, if you receive this message, please respond to it.

[His frown deepens, annoyance bleeding into it now.] I must ask, is it normal to be sent back and forth at random? I found myself back where I should be as suddenly as I appeared here, and with no memory of my stay on this planet. Mere hours later, I woke up in the Wood Sector. When I got to the Welcome Center I was informed that two days had passed. I find it worrisome that I have no memory of that time.

whitelotustile

[users might recognize the background of the welcome center, as Iroh had walked there after realizing that the strange sensation he felt might have been important.]

Well, I thought I was blacking out for a moment there... quite a strange feeling. And it looks like I've been gone for some months. I should have left a note, but I didn't expect that I'd be... well, whatever happens to those of us who leave and return.

For those of you I haven't met, my name is Iroh. I used to serve tea around here. And a few other things.

makesright

[ The video feed flickers on and Tom is staring into the camera, then glancing off to the side -- then smiling. He looks tired, but relieved. ]

Well, that was simple enough.

Hello, there. My name is Dr. Thomas Light. I arrived some time ago, during a festival, and... I seem to have lost some time? I'm not sure what day it is, but I have one of these now --

[ He holds up his arm, motioning toward the simple metal bracelet on his wrist, with a dark stone set neatly inside it where a watch face would normally be. ]

If anyone could be so kind as to tell me how long I was out? And why I woke up... somewhere completely different?

[ A quick glance at the world behind him reveals he's in the... water sector. ]

gistful

[When Anton turns on the video he looks a little ruffled. His tie is gone, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, and there's blood on his vest, for the observant. His expression is flat but with an edge of exasperation, and behind him ... Behind him is Skulduggery and Erskine. They're bound together with a five-foot length of chain, Erskine with a manacle on his wrist and Skulduggery with a manacle around his neck-bones.

[Skulduggery is missing his hat, and his suit is tattered. Erskine's in obviously clean clothes, but he's missing a jacket, he's limping slightly, his arm is in a sling and he has a spray-bottle. And they're arguing. Loudly. Anton's voice is raised to be heard over them and, perhaps notably, he keeps his hands out of view of the camera.]

Let it be publicly known that these two reprobates are grounded.

[He jerks his head at them without looking around.]

If anyone sees them on the streets while Erskine, that's the ridiculously pretty one, is not wearing a dog-collar, please punch them both and return them to the Midnight Hotel. If anyone finds them not in the company of each other, please, again, punch them and return them to the Midnight Hotel.

Rest assured that the damages they caused will be repaired at their expense and any loss of revenue reimbursed. We'll be by in the next few days to arrange this.

[Pause.]

Ah. Yes. Skulduggery, that's the idiot who's forgotten his skin, has lost his hat privileges. No hats for Skulduggery. Thank you.

[This broadcast is also available as action, for those staying at the Midnight Hotel.]

croissaunt

[Have a nice, middle-aged woman with short brown hair waving at the camera. Cass is smiling brightly. Hello! I'm Cass Rudolph, Tadashi and Hiro Hamadas' Aunt!

[She clasps tougher her hands briefly!] I hope they haven't been too much trouble!

.... Speaking of which! I have a quick public service announcement!

[Cass unclasps her hands and instead puts them on the console, leaning in as her smile turns into a frown, her brows furrowing.]

Hi-ro Ha-ma-da. Where. Is. My. Rice. Cook-er?

deadclumsy

[The shock of pink hair attached to a young woman occupies the left half of the screen. It's obvious that she's had the crash course in use of these interesting devices, but that her familiarity with them is non-existent.

When she realizes she's not centered on camera, she scoots over a bit, double-checks, and then off she goes.]

Can't say I'm tickled pink with the theme of this particular party, but what choice've I got? I'm here, right?

[Her hands go up in a mocking 'you caught me' gesture.

Hah. Yeah, right. No one's getting off that easy. This isn't exactly what Nymphadora Tonks was planning to do with her day. Maybe if she'd had a little forewarning about being technically abducted, sure, she could have planned out using weird tech and having her soul stuck in a little dark purple stone on a ring.

She didn't get that luxury, though, so no one here gets the luxury of avoiding her questionable (and oddly mirthful) wrath.]

You see, the thing here is - I mean, the reason I've got my knickers twisted - is I was minding my own business when I got snatched up. If I hadn't been minding my own business, it'd be a different story. If I'd been hexing your turtle from a broomstick thirty feet up, sure, I could completely understand you lot being a bit miffed. Hexing a turtle's not on.

But me, I was just going through my daily rota as one does, completely innocent and not at all aware of cities on the backs of turtles.

Nevermind I was about to tuck in to my supper. That's just rude.

[With a dramatic sigh, she continues sympathetically:]

Oh, but I suppose you all couldn't help yourselves. It's the hair, isn't it? People just love the hair.

[All right; she's not that upset. Yet. She loves a good adventure, and either the reality of her predicament hasn't quite hit home - or she's going to save her fretting for a more private moment.]

wintershepherd

Couple of things!

I just want to let everyone know that the Welcome Center will be officially reopening next week. I really appreciate everyone who's pitched in to get it back in order. I'd like to run it with volunteers like we did before, so if you're interested in a few hours a week, let me know. It's not hard to do, but it makes a big difference for someone when they have no idea where they are and how they got here.

Can anyone fix these weird symbols on the consoles? I feel like I've broken something, but I can't get them to go away.

Last, has anyone had a chance to talk to those ambassadors yet?

PS. This weather is not my fault, I swear!

seismometrics

[There's a small girl onscreen. Tiny, pale, likely no more than 13, with a mass of heavy, dark hair and pale green eyes that spear outward from the feed.]

[. . . Though there's something off about that glare. It doesn't quite seem to focus like a glare should. And the screen itself is not quite centered on her; it cuts off her chin.]

[But there's certainly enough visible to say that she is decidedly Displeased.]

[And wet.]

I think I've gotten pretty tolerant of weird stuff going on around here. Bending suddenly getting yanked away? Managed. Invasion of the purring fluffy things? Whatever. Dream-sharing? Yeah, fine. Way, way messing up the timeline, until my-- . . .

[She cuts herself off there, though, her lips pressing together sharply. And when she pushes on, she lets that go.]

Forget it.

The point is, enough's enough. When I go to sleep in my own bed in Earth, I'd better darn well wake up in my own bed in Earth, not turn over and find myself tipping over into a fountain in the Water Sector. Whatever's going on, somebody had better speak up about it now, because I'm wet and I'm cold, and there's some kedan family living in my house, and I want an explanation now so I can smash the source into a pulp several times with a rock and get back to bed.

[A sneeze. But she looks no less fierce for it, jerking the back of her wrist across her nose.]

Start now.

valevectorian

[The feed opens up with a headshot of a guy at the console. Moppy white hair that barely touches his shoulders, red eyes, pale skin. An expression that seems to embody a mixture of boredom and annoyance. A black choker encircles his neck, with a black box connected to it and wires that go from the box to somewhere behind his ears. A person who doesn't know any better would likely mistake it for a fancy, if unusually designed MP3 player. He takes a moment to glare daggers at the screen before proceeding to speak.]

To start off, I'm only going to bother with three questions.

[The rest could always wait.

Accelerator holds up the pointer finger of one hand.]

One- I don't care whether you're someone I'd hate or tolerate; does the name 'Academy City' mean anything to anyone else here?

[He holds up the middle finger now.]

Two- I need to know if anyone's come across a girl named Misaka who speaks in the third person. She was with me right before I woke up in this weird-ass place.

[He holds up a third finger.]

And three...

[Deliberate pause. His eyes narrow, brow furrowing. He hates to bring this up in case it brings too much attention to the topic he plans to ask about, but it's too important to ignore for the time being.]

Three. What's the norm for supernatural abilities when you're not from here?

[He's felt drained since he woke up. No matter what the truth of the nature of this place was, his connection to the Misaka Network doesn't seem to be compromised. His power, on the other hand, seems to be barely functional, based on the few testing attempts he made when he first woke up. Something was up.]

theideaguy

[The person on the console screen looks shockingly like Sokka. Have you ever seen Sokka before in person? Then it's pretty easy to tell that the person on the screen actually is Sokka. He's got Sokka's eyes, Sokka's skin colour, and a somewhat similar style of hair given that there's still something like a small swish of hair at the top of his head.

[Except, he doesn't look exactly like Sokka. Unlike the Water Tribe warrior, his hair is slightly different—worn down instead of strictly pulled back. He's sporting a rather large moustache and a rather glorious beard. He's sporting the colour red instead of the colour blue, even if his clothes is somewhat makeshift. And above all else, he doesn't sound like Sokka. The man is talking with a rather posh and sophisticated accent and a pitch that's at least an octave or two lower than Sokka's normal voice.

[But it's still Sokka. Though perhaps if one hasn't seen him before, he might be mistaken for someone completely new.]

Greetings and salutations, my dear citizens of the Shell.

My name is Fire. Wang Fire! Sophisticated gentleman and trained psychotherapist, at your service. [He twirls his moustache with his right hand, as if to add embellishment to the declaration.]

It's come to my attention that, of late, there's been quite the rumblings of frustration on the account of a good many people that I've had the pleasure of making acquaintances of. And why ought it not to be the case? The Shell has changed so dramatically over the past few weeks, almost to no one's general preference. And so it's with this in mind that I've decided, as a most magnanimous gesture, to offer my services to you all.

Should you perhaps need someone to talk to about matters of the mind or the heart, you might find me around the Midnight Hotel, where I'm currently staying. If you can't find me around, just ask around reception. They'll be able to summon me to your side in a jiffy.

whitelotustile

There's something I've been discussing. We really need some space for Foreigners, especially if Evastelai's spells have persisted after her passing. We can't live on the kedans' hospitality as we did before, nor Mister Shudder's, who has been very gracious about the matter of using his hotel.

I wonder if those of us with savings could purchase some space. It might be difficult, and we are not well-liked, but it would let us have somewhere to house new arrivals. Having people with construction experience might help. Sadly, this is not one of my areas of knowledge.

Unlike the kedan, we don't have family here, so we should stand in proxy for one another.

whitelotustile

{ETA: and there is a log]

Things have certainly gotten serious around here. This is just a reminder that any Foreigners are welcome at the Keelai branch of the Jasmine Dragon, conveniently located in the Fire Sector.

[Iroh holds up a hand-drawn map for long enough that people could read it, if they knew Chinese]

I also dropped some off at the Welcome Center. I apologize for the writing; I am aware most of you can't read it.

[Locked to Zuko, Katara, Wan, Korra, Aang, Sokka, default encryption]
I would especially like to extend the invitation to you all. This place is becoming less and less suited for my plans to stay retired.

Do pass that on.

[Wan might not know what that meant, but everyone else knew iroh's history, he hoped. And General Iroh was quite fond of keeping up his appearances as harmless, yet wise, old tea merchant. Not only was it relaxing, but people underestimated him that way. And he knew Malicant was listening]

everylittlegirl

[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.

theideaguy

[The video turns on, and Sokka looks at it with a moment's hesitation before actually speaking. He picked this up at the Visitor Center quickly, but that things like this could even exist still just were unthinkable. There's a bit of amusement playing at the corners of his lips and he stares on without speaking, followed by an eventual shake of the head. Disbelief is plastered all across his face.]

Okay, so let's set the record straight. I've been magically transported to some other world? That's... actually weirdly possible, even if that whole time-stopping thing doesn't sound right. I'll give them that one. Turtles that are the size of an entire city... I think I can wrap my head around. This emperor guy and that—

[There's a moment's hesitation, as if he were just about to actually voice Malicant's name aloud, but he thinks twice at the last minute.]

—other guy; I suppose that's fine too. Big metal city? I'm not sure the style fits me, but I know people who can bend metal, so okay. Weird spirit soul lantern things? [He pauses now, holding a finger to his chin.] I don't claim to be an expert at that spiritual stuff, but that's more than a little creepy if you ask me. But fine, I'll let that one go.

[But Sokka starts chuckling a little ruefully. Sure, all of these strange things are possible, but the probability is... well, he hasn't calculated it, but it can't be large. All of this story just sounds ridiculous to him.]

But a magical communication device that instantly conveys my thoughts across the entire city? That's where I draw the line. How can that possibly work? How can my picture get sent everywhere all at once? C'mon, that just violates every notion of common sense ever! It's ridiculous!

I mean, I guess if this thing were actually real, I should say something like [as he puts on a false air of sophistication for the introduction], "Hey everyone, I'm Sokka. Good to meet you!" But that's not going to happen, and I'm going to feel silly talking to myself. Yeah, this is going to be a dream, and I'm going to wake up any second. [Pause.] Aaaaaany second now. [Beat.] Juuuust wait for it. Right now... now... please, karma?

lordhotman

[His arrival had been rough and disorienting, but now that he's had a few days to recover, Zuko decides to introduce himself to the community at large.

The feed starts with a confused looking teenager with a big scar on the side of his face. He's staring for a moment before he speaks.]

Is this thing even working?

[He fiddles with it some more before he decides that yes, it is working.]

Uh, hello. Zuko here. I'm new and uh... I guess you guys already know that.

[He fidgets a little. There's also a look about him like he's definitely uneasy about something.]

So... I guess I will be here for awhile.

[Duh. Why is he so bad at this?]

ruinsprofessor

[Some little time after the festival at the end of June, Raine logs on to the network with the gleam of experimentation in her eyes.]

In the wake of the Summer Jubilee, some of my artes have undergone a mild change. If there's someone with an hour or two to spare, I could use a hand investigating just how changed certain of them are.

[She pauses there, realizes that elaboration may be necessary as most of her artes are for healing and she does not in fact intend to injure anyone.] There should be little to no risk of harm involved, I simply need another living being and I'm loath to involve Ryder, benign as the artes in question may be.

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ooc; please note a content warning for material relating to addiction in the thread with Solomon.

Tu Shanshu

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