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[There's an odd crackle on the console screen. A few sparks that seem out of place with the usual static and blips. An obnoxiously loud hiss and a frantic series of bright lights and colours. Then the view starts to focus and stabilize, gradually growing clearer. And the face on the screen is a gruesome, bearded visage that has been oddly absent for a long while.]

Worthless piece of-...Ah? Ahah!

[The image still seems slightly overlaid with static and there's an odd after-image, not to mention a distinctly purple tinge to the whole thing. But the connection continuously clears up as Ixis Naugus appears to fiddle with the 'camera' and adjust a few things before leaning in close and speaking angrily.]

Can someone please explain to me what's been going on out there? A man can't focus on his research like this!

problematical

[ River's sitting in her suite in the Water, evidenced by the soft colours and natural materials in her background. She touches the screen carefully, teeth pinching her lower lip as though she doesn't know recording has started -- but then she starts speaking without changing anything, so maybe she does know. ]

High chance of improbability even in this 'Verse, can't go between-between-between. Even if you use orthogonal coordinates, meeting at right angles. Two wrongs to make a right, two rights to make a wrong, the graph is broken. Order of chelonii or testudines but even the largest can't hold a city. Can't check the book, no chapters on waking up in new places.

[ She seems briefly frustrated, whether at the improbability of her situation or merely her own inability to verify what the kedan told her is unclear. She hadn't had the opportunity to think on it much with being drafted into the bottle, with all that had followed that and now that she did, she was still no better equipped to explain anything. Her fingers tangle in a dingy chain around her neck, tugging at a small ring and charm that seem very tarnished. ]

I'm supposed to have a job.

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((OOC: Relink for River's permissions post too, if you haven't filled it out yet!))

skybluejeep

[Stiles has been noticeably quiet since the events in Bottle Land. No network posts, no snarky comments. No usual spastic self. He's been holed up and licking his mental wounds.

Until now. Because something has happened that's the diarrhea icing on the shit cake of his life recently.]

Lydia Martin is gone.

[That's it. That's all you get today, gang. Sorry. Somebody buy this boy a drink or a puppy or something. He's going to go full Anakin Skywalker here in a bit if something drastic isn't done.]

bindsthedead

[Sabriel's face appears on the screen, looking as unnaturally pale as ever- and it's clear she's been crying, and has only just stopped, she can't quite keep the wavering out of her voice.]

Has anyone seen Amon? I haven't seen him since I got back from Kithika [He's a grown man. Sabriel knows this, but his continued absence makes her uncomfortable- and she knows well enough what will happen to him once he returns to his world.] And I haven't seen Javert in a while either.

Also, if anyone still has one of those weapons they found in Sinbrilee- Try putting the blade in one of the fire fountains. I think you'll find the results interesting. [It's only fair she shares what she's learned, even if it's something relatively minor.]

Finally, if there's anyone here who has no powers of their own, but would like to learn a useful skill, I'm always willing to teach people how to use Charter Magic. Given recent events, I think everyone ought to learn something that will let them defend themselves if they need it.

[Locked to her students, standard encryption]

I want to teach all of you how to defend yourselves. I know I've taught some of you nonlethal methods- and I want you to keep practicing that- but I also want to teach you how to work with more lethal spells, and more about binding. [It's easier to remain calm when there's something to focus on, rather than thinking about the people who aren't here anymore. She never spoke to Cinna or Javert about it, but she knows Alcuin died back in his world- and Amon will die soon after he returns to his. But Sabriel knows that she needs to deal with the problems in front of her right now- teaching her students and fighting Malicant.] And I encourage you to practice what you've learned with each other. As Charter Mages, we can work more powerful magic when we cooperate and combine our abilities.

And- none of you were hurt during the incident with the fog and the bottle, were you? [Sabriel mentally adds healling magic to the list of things she wants to teach her students.]

looksfine

[It has been a very interesting two months for Aya thus far. The young not-so-Artificial Intelligence has already learned so much. About Keelai. About the multiverse. About her fellow Foreign "visitors" and, perhaps most importantly, about herself. And how little she actually knows about herself, and the circumstances surrounding her apparent unique creation.]

[Which is what brings her to the Network for a third time. Her eyes are shining with their usual curiosity, although this time, they are enhanced by a certain...hesitation behind them. An uncertainty that emphasizes her surprisingly (and deceptively) young age.]

There is something I am curious about. As your localized Network System appears to be the best place to make such public inquiries, I have chosen to make mine here as well.

[Somehow, when she preempts with this rather innocent statement, it sounds like she's apologizing for wasting everyone's time. Despite the importance to her, personally.]

I have had several conversations regarding...memories. In particular, those that people are able to access, and those they are not. It has been drawn to my attention that, upon departing from this world, any and all memories of this place are to be deleted from one's memory banks without fail. [She is not okay with this, of course, and yet this is still not the main focus of her post.] It has also been drawn to my attention that there are certain memories in which the majority of organic beings are capable of retaining as well as forgetting.

I was programmed to never forget. And yet...I have been made aware that there are certain events which must have occurred in my life that I cannot remember. I find this both curious and disconcerting. Which is why I must ask:

Is it common for one to possess no memories of the circumstances surrounding one's birth?

More so, I am also curious as to precisely what kinds of memories everyone appears to retain best.

[[PRIVATE MESSAGE - TONY STARK (MCU)]]

[Shortly after her more public message, one in a drastically different change of tone will appear on Tony's screen. For either him or JARVIS to encounter first]

I have completed the designs of the sweaters--[here, a small image of said sweater will appear on his screen for visual]-- you requested for the office. Pending your approval, and a total count of sweaters necessary, I shall proceed to create one for each member of the company.

agentx13

Sharon Carter here again. I realize some of you are sick of hearing from me, but I have a request.

I know several of you have been investigating the enemy on your own. I'm sure you all have more information than I have, and I'm hoping we can share. Some people who made significant headway are no longer with us. I'm hoping they might have told others their findings.

Here's what I have, uploaded directly from my console, so I apologize for the... not-altogether-professional language:

( VOLDEMORT VOLDEMORT VOLDEMORT. LET DOWN YOUR HAIR. )

I hope that wasn't too much of a hardship to read. If anyone has anything to add, please don't hesitate to let me know.

Also, if you can use magic, I was wondering if I might have a word.

Thank you for your time.

puppetfetish

_{[ Evening. Here is Bro Strider again with a very important announcement. It's pretty important, considering the guy is actually wearing something that is fucking formal looking. His typically spiked, platinum hair is combed neatly and swept to the side, and he is lacking his hat. The light is low.. and.. was a bouquet of flowers..? Yeah, that's right— looks like red roses.
Don't worry. He's not trying to seduce you... I don't think. (??????) ]}

Yo.
Valentine's Day is right 'round the corner. That means absolute bullshit to me other than the fact that business boomed back home for me at this time of year.
Jesus fucking dicksacks.
Do people got nothin' better to do on Valentine's Day besides fucking each other? Pretty fitting. I ain't complainin' too much if it brings in the Benjamin Franklins for me, but for real.

_{[ He lowers his pointed shades for a moment just to wink. Oh, so that's his eye color. It's a really unusual orange. ]}

Been workin' on some stuff in my spare time. Like this— this— not to mention this.

_{[ As he says each item, he holds them up with the most vacant expression, peering over each item then tossing it aside. Yeah, you're right. This was the guy a few weeks ago who was hunting for a fist to fist fight... and now he's displaying risque looking clothing. ]}

Other various things I probably shouldn't show on the public network even though ya'll would get a kick outta'm.
Contact me for any more information.

By the way— anybody got any information on the brothels 'round here? Any information at all is helpful.
Got my own reasons why.

_{[ With that, he gently takes one of the roses and bites the stem, holding it in his mouth for a moment before cutting the video.
Listen, it could have been worse. He almost wore some of his items and put himself on display. ]}

withthebrotherhood

[The video feed shows Toad (in all his scummy green glory) focused and frowning as he messes with the console. It’s not like there wasn’t an explanation, but he’s bad at listening. And refraining from touching things.]

Ah… freakin’… stupid… Heeeey, it’s workin’!

[He immediately brightens. Then scowls again when he remembers what he turned it on for.]

So, uh, I'm new. Hi. Anyway, how cool are people with this deal? Maybe someday do something to fight the weird evil whatever it is, get a house on turtle island?

[The roof over his head aspect is actually quite a selling point for Toad. And there's something unnatural about admitting he exists on some kind of public channel and not just hiding in the shadows, but it seems to be what people do here.]

‘Cus that’s stupid, but how stupid? Is it worth playin’ along? I didn’t see a lot of dumpsters to dive in and stuff, so can you even be, like, no, fight your own monster, I’ll be over here, hiding. Do you actually get in trouble or go to turtle jail?

[He’s a follower. And a coward. Having some idea of how much of a tantrum he can get away with throwing will be helpful.]

...Toad out.

strategisch

Just when I think I'm finished with unexplainable happenings.

[Armin is tired. Dead tired. He sits in front of the console and occasionally rubs at his face, or his temples, or shoulders while speaking, and sports some rather impressive dark circles under his eyes.]

The other day, I was doing my food shopping in the Wood Sector. Usually I buy things on sight or by tastes the Kedan give me, and that's alright, but... Out of nowhere...

[He looks so at a loss it's almost comical.]

I could read Kedanese. All of it. Everything! And even stranger, I still can't speak it! I see the words on the signs and I just... I know what they mean. When I see them, I can sound them out as well, but when faced with a Kedan to actually communicate, I can't do it anymore. Honestly. I can only read.

[Somebody please make the ride stop, I would like to get off now.]

Please, somebody say this has happened to you as well. I think I'm going insane. I must not be getting enough rest...

rakash

[The network gets an eyeful of weathered, gaunt and very green goblin features as the hooded creature straightens in his chair from fiddling about with the keys. There's half a toothy grin on his lined face; when he speaks his voice is like the bastard child of gravel and sandpaper.]

There we go, I'm a fuckin' natural at this. Anyway, hi, how are ya. I've had a few chats on this thing but for the benefit of the rest of you bums - and I mean that in a very caring way - the name's Styx.

First off, let's get it out of the way: yeah I'm a fuckin' goblin, yeah I fuckin' talk, yeah it's a fuckin' miracle. And if you don't have goblins in your homeland and don't know what I'm talking about, congratulations. I'll make sure someone delivers your medal.

More importantly, who's a guy gotta kill to find steady work around here? I'm not a fucking merchant's helper, you get me? But you need a scout, you need someone or something tracked down, someone's got your property and you need it fetched back quiet-like, that kind of shit, you're singin' my song. [Or, you know, spying and assassinations, that'll work too. But he'd be stupid to be too loud about that in front of too large a crowd.] Last job I took was guiding a guy through hostile territory, real nasty time but I fuckin' got him where he had to go. I don't play around.

Speaking of which, last thing. I doubt he's here or the wallpaper wouldn't be looking so pretty anymore, but I gotta mention it. Anybody runs into an orc named Arkaïl - bigger than me, greener than me, not half as charming though - you send that lunkhead my way. Guy's dogshit at diplomacy, I can't take my eyes off him for ten minutes. Orcs, am I right?

...unless he broke something or owes you money, in which case I've never met him.

ixis

[The video feed clicks onto the lovely grinning visage of Ixis Naugus, staff in hand, a pile of writing books to one side.]

Fellow Foreigners of Keeliai, I ask that you indulge me in what could be a bit of census-taking!

In the interest of further defending this turtle and those who reside upon it, I wish to know and take note who among us are versed in magicks and similiar abilities. I feel it would suit our collective purpose better to have this information compiled, perhaps look into how our respective crafts interact or can be enhanced. Please, come forward, fellow casters; tell me your name and tell me your arts!

In the interest of fairness and demonstration of goodwill, I will state my own. I am Ixis Naugus and I specialize in, of course, Ixian magicks. The focus of such being the control and transformation of the four elements: air, water, fire and earth. I am a master of all four as well as a fifth of my own making, the transformation of matter into crystals nigh indestructible.

Come forth and make yourselves known, wizard heroes of Tu Vishan!

relatable

[She looks more like a deer caught in someone's headlights than someone about to proclaim something, but it's been coming up, and she doesn't know how to deal with it.]

I don't know what you all want, but I'm the Abigail Hobbs Hannibal mentioned. [Maybe it's like putting a target on her back. She doesn't see herself as an innocent, though she would have done anything to be able to say this to the world back home.]

My father was a serial killer, too. So if you have something to say to me, this is the place.

[It's personal, and it's open, but she thinks she knows what she's doing. Abigail always thinks she knows what she's doing before she throws herself to the flames.]

bindsthedead

[When Sabriel's face shows up on the screen, it's even paler than normal, and the dark circles under her eyes are clearly visible.]

I need to know if anyone here has any knowledge of the Realm of Death in this world beyond what we were able to find out in Sinbrilee. [A pause.] Please. It will be of considerable help in dealing with the Enemy.

And for those of you who have arrived since it attempted to attack the turtle- do not underestimate it. Do not speak its name. It is every bit as dangerous as you were told it was, and possibly more. And it can corrupt people's minds- or possess them outright. And it is not going to be stopped by guns, or swords, or the simpler forms of magic. We must find a way to destroy or bind it, or it may follow us back to our own worlds, and do there what it has already done here.

We need to keep the turtles safe. They're- they're babies, and they represent this world's best hope for recovery. Aside from the turtle whose shell we stand on, they are the last of their kind.

( Locked to Evandau )

( Locked to Asshole Secret Service )

( Locked to students )

( Locked to Amon )

skybluejeep

Welp. I'm getting kinda sick of this part of life here. Any old time we can stop with the random vanishings, that'd be stellar.

Isaac Lahey's suite is empty. He's gone. No idea when that happened. Allison Argent also vanished earlier this month. So that's a thing that's happened.

So, now that my abandonment issues have really been given plenty of fuel to last me through at least my mid-life crisis, a question. Last month due to the generosity of Tony Stark, I got my jeep back. Through careful conservation, I've managed to keep her running.

Except now a certain little dial is hovering just above the E on the left, and I'm kinda screwed. Anybody know where a guy can get his hands on some highly-refined petroleum? I'm not picky, the jeep can run on 87 octane, don't need any of that high-falutin' 93 stuff. Because, you know, the back of a giant turtle is probably full of crude oil deposits.

Oh, wait.

iwannabeadragon

I knew I’d get this thing on eventually. All it it needed was a few swift kicks to help it along.

[Hawke looks rather smug with himself right now. Despite the crash course given to him, of which he may have zoned out of once or twice, he understands this console about as much as he does magic. The fact he got it working on his own means a lot to him.]

Alright, from what I hear this place is in need of heroes and the like. So much so in fact that they’ve started kidnapping people right off the street. Now I don’t mean to criticize your emperor, but that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Generally it’s considered good manners to ask someone for help instead of just grabbing them by their short and curlies and just dragging them off somewhere.

[He wags his finger in a very ‘you should be ashamed of yourself’ manner.]

Maker, at least people in Kirkwall gave me the illusion of choice before asking me to do something stupid and dangerous. They usually pay me too.

[When he sighs it’s utterly exaggerated.]

Oh well, no use in complaining I suppose.

[Of course that doesn’t mean he’s actually going to stop anytime soon.]

Since I’m here I may as well play along. Chances are this is all some kind of Fade...dream...thing, so what’s the worst that can happen? Besides the possibility of demonic possession.

offday

[Don't panic. Don't panic.

Eugene paced back and forth endlessly, staring at the console in his suite, and repeating the instructions he was given over and over again in his head. Even after everything he had seen while arriving in this world, including suddenly appearing there and feeling like a drowned rat, he had a hard time believing this kind of technology existed. Yet, there is the console in front of him, primed and ready to go.

Eugene takes a deep breath, patting both of his cheeks simultaneously, and getting his “game face on”.]

You've got this, Flynn. You can do this. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? These guys could be lying, and you get sucked into some other strange world where they turn you into a fish—and okaay, not going there. Nope. That train of thought ends right there.

[There's nothing to it but to do it. Delaying the inevitable is only making things worse. Logs into the console and gets things going.]

So, I've heard there's a bunch of people on the other end of this thing. Possibly alive. Possibly dead. Like me.

[Eugene is really, really hoping the former is the truth and not the latter.]

And to you I say, hey. How's it going? The name's Flynn; Flynn Rider. Like the rest of you, I come from a place far, far away, where things happen and all that. Blah. Blah. Blah.

[Flashes the console one of his infamous grins.]

The whole thing sounds a bit suspect if you ask me, but here I am. Denying everything and all that isn't going to do me much good. What is far more useful is finding out more about this place. I'm open to hearing everything and anything about this place.

[Stares at the console for a moment, trying to play it cool while secretly hoping and wondering if he used this thing properly.]

hisbabygirl

Hello..?

[Have yourself a twelve year old girl testing the water on the shiny new thing and mumbling to herself a little as she does.]

...I hope I'm doing this right.

[Oh right. The people can hear her. Sarah takes a deep breath and gets to talking.]

I uh, gotta say, this is some real crazy stuff going on. I don't even know where to start makin' sense of any of it. The Kedan people, the ones that work here? I think they work here. Live here? I dunno. They explained a lot of stuff but I'm still trying to wrap my head around even being here.

[Sarah pauses. When she speaks again it's with a little less certainty.]

Do they ever make mistakes with who they bring here? I'm not sure I'm the monster fighting type.

[Not real ones anyway.]

unconchonable

[The feed turns on to show Eridan, surely his is a face everyone wants to see so soon, especially after his last post. Though, he looks really fidgety. Drumming his fingers on the desk as he starts:]

So, back when I was on my planet, Alternia, I used to do this thing. Orphanin'. Y'know, go around killin' the lusii a other trolls. I mean, it serwed a purpose, was no mindless slaughter or the like. Was actually a pretty damn honorable job to hawe. Probably the most if I'm bein' honest here. Thankless though it were.

[Is this story time with Eridan? It is possible. The finger drumming ~~intensifies~~ continues. His fins are even flicking here and there with notable agitation as he tries to keep up the ruse of being anything but. Stoic is the aim, but sadly Eridan's aim falls pretty far from the mark when it concerns anything that ain't a gun or wand.]

See, it was called Orphanin', 'cos unlike you pink animals who raise their young all weird an' sympathetic-like, we trolls are taken in by beasts-- [as if on cue, there's a rather large white seahorse peeking into view. Eridan spares him a glance, before shoving his head out of view. He's really a polite child, even to the creature that raised him. But hey, maybe that explains a few things! How mannerly could a guy even be when he was raised by a giant floating seahorse?]

--anyway, it was my job to lay slaughter to a good amount a them, leawin' many a troll without their lusus, like I was some kickass royal slayer or some such. Which I was, don't need you lot thinkin' different and such. The ocean was my killin' cauldron, really...

[He lets out a near dreamy sigh recalling those good memories. But honestly, it just frustrates him more than anything.]

...kinda got off track there for a sec, the whole bloody point a this is to say I'm pretty fuckin' restless as a late, an' sponge numbingly bored. I'm more used to hawin' far more... [violent] things to do.

So, I figured to myself, that I'd ask you lot if you knew a any places where there may be a influx a beasts. I think my intentions are obwious, but I mean, if I don't do somethin' and soon I may be liable to kill someone outta boredom.

[A PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT...]

An exaggeration, a course.

HOWEWER, I suppose I could shed some consideration an' ask if you pink skinned beasts got some sorta taboo concernin' the harm a random beasts, but surely you ain't that sensitiwe of a species... right?

[See, He can totally be all sorts of considerate, nothing but consideration here! He's even aiming his pent up violent frustrations at animals and not people!! Such consideration. He's like a dog that's been in its kennel all day with no way to burn off that violent energy, so he's... trying, at least?]

Or, if any a you got any better ideas, I guess I'm willin' to listen to it. But it better not be something's stupid like "hawe you tried not bein' wiolent?" 'Cos fuck that noise.

grigio

[Julie's usually a responsible person but today, she woke up with a bit of a shock. Probably the worst one in a good long while. Raleigh was gone. She checked where he worked. She checked his usual hang-outs and when she checked his old suite and saw the Kedan cleaning it...

Well, that confirmed it. He was gone.

So she went back home and tried to go back to bed, but she couldn't sleep. She should tell people what was going on. But she didn't want to. When she finally could drag herself to her console to post a message, the video is on for at least a second and the look on her face is definitely one of hurting.

So off the video feed goes when she realizes she can't actually say what's wrong and she resorts to text, instead.

She doesn't even bother filtering it.]

Raleigh Becket is gone.

[That's it. That's the note. That's all she wrote, folks. She may have to just stay inside today and try to paint something because going out sure as shit isn't happening.]

ixis

someone plese explain how these buttons are[practicl for siomeone with uust one hand//?

[It’s a few moments after the text is received that a video entry pops up instead. Naugus’ scowling face takes up most of the screen, as he appears to be leaning close and examining it. He seems to not be aware the video feed is already live and functional. A fingertip taps at the glass before he finally sits back to a more reasonable distance. He's an odd-looking figure, with his bat ears, plentiful sharp teeth, horned forehead and long beard. The wizard clears his throat, still scowling.]

I suppose this will have to suffice for now. But really, whoever is behind these planks with lettered buttons on them CLEARLY did not account for something like this.

[Naugus lifts his left hand to reveal that it's instead a crab-like claw. He snaps it twice for illustrative emphasis before lowering it again.]

Ehhn. That aside, I am quite interested in learning what other, aheh, 'heroes' have been summoned to this realm. Feel free to make yourself known and I will deign to do the same.

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