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An odd question, I am sure, but I wonder...

I thought of the ghosts and the waters, and the idea that death could be just around the corner. That is that those of us that are just about to slip into that darkness may one day wake up to be choking on our own blood.

Forgive me for such a ... unfortunate image, but my point is ... how many of you have someone who you are close to? How many can say that you have met someone who makes your life worth it all, even if death may be so close? Even if this may all just be a dream?

This need not be romantic, I suppose, but friendship as well.

After all, sometimes it is friendship that can save a life, too, right?
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[Sylar turns on the console. Before the screen is a man who looks nothing like Sylar himself. Instead, he sits in a full suit with horn-rimmed glasses adorning his very Jack Coleman-like appearance. When he addresses the camera, it's confident, professional, and direct.]

My name is Noah Bennet. I'm an Agent in a very specialized division of Homeland Security within the United States Government.

If anyone here knows anything about.. potentially extraordinary individuals, or works with the U.S. government, I'd like to speak to you.

Thank you.
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[Costigan looks the pinnacle of unamused as he bats dismissively at the figure behind him, who, at first glance, appears humanoid.]

Jesus H.. Fahkin'.. Stop! [He mutters before turning to face the console in his suite.]

Can someone please get this fahkin' thing away from me?

[The figure is mostly cloaked as it moves into the frame, lifting a translucent hand to offer Costigan his empty prescription pill bottle. The undercover immediately snatches it out of the thing's hand and throws it across the room. One paying close attention might notice that his fingers moved through the construct's.]

It followed me back from the fahkin' ruins. I think I freed it from a room oah somethin'? Now it won't leave me alone.

[The figure begins trying to communicate with Costigan using hand signals, but he ignores it. Stupid magic. :|]

Keep it, kill it. I don't cahe. It's drivin' me fahkin' crazy.


[ooc: The figure is Sabriel's construct. Translations: fahkin' = fucking, oah = or, cahe = care.]
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[The feed opens on Temeraire's apartment, which looks a great deal gaudier now thanks to the recent yard sale and the salvage found in Sinbrilee. Rich tapestries hang from the railings surrounding the central open space, and piles of interesting metal are neatly arranged within sight. Temeraire, for his part, seems oblivious to his growing hoard; he looks determined, if not a little worried.]

I am not going to ask you if you have found any turtle eggs; it is better, I think, if that is kept a secret. If--our enemy does not know who has one, it would be stupid to tell him; if he already knows, there is no point in telling him again, and refreshing his memory. Nor do I need to tell you how important they are; that, I think, is obvious enough.

[He shifts a little, looking down for a moment and collecting his thoughts before he begins again.] Turtle eggs are not the same as dragon eggs, of course, but I should think there are enough similarities to offer some advice, and if you have never taken care of eggs before, there can certainly be no harm in what I am about to tell you.

It is best to keep your egg warm at all times. At Loch Laggan, we used old Roman bath-houses, such as you might have seen in Sinbrilee, but covering your egg with blankets may suffice. Care must be taken so that the egg does not grow too hot, and the temperature should be constant throughout. Pray do not jostle your egg, or move it overmuch; it is very uncomfortable, and you run the risk of cracking the egg.

Dragon eggs harden, just before they hatch, and I cannot say the same will be true for these eggs, but it may be something to look out for, all the same. I do not think it will be very long before they do hatch, if they are already beginning to communicate from within the shell: half a year at the most. But since they can hear us, it is therefore very important that you speak to your egg, or play music to it, or read to it: anything which you yourself might like to hear, if you were cooped up in a small room with nothing to do, and could not come out for a very long time.

And of course you will feel very protective of the egg, and you ought to, but it is also very important to remember that it is not your pet, nor some unthinking beast; if your turtle does hatch, pray give it an opportunity to choose its own name before offering your own suggestions, and do not take advantage of it. If you do, I shall find you, and I shall sit on you, and it shall be very unpleasant for everyone involved.

[Pause as he realises, perhaps a little belatedly, that he might have crossed a line there. Hurriedly he adds:] And if you have any further questions, you may of course ask me--or any of the other dragons here--at any time, [and cuts the feed.]
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[The last thing he remembered was Mako yelling something in his direction, the kaiju raising a claw for his head. Then he was on the floor, wet and cold and told point blank something about a turtle (BS.) something about the land between the living and the dead (more BS) and told point blank to fend for himself.

In essence. That's what he heard. It's not entirely clear. His brain is a mix of Yancy and Mako twisting into one face that's beyond his saving.

He needs 24 hours. Something to eat. Some place to sleep. The place could easily pass for Hong Kong's boneslum. That's sort of familiar but there's no wall, there's no air of decay..]


Are those guys always that friendly? [He snorts] Sorry I was so rude guys. I was in the middle of a fight for my life and the lives of my friends and planet. Not too thrilled about getting grabbed.

[He doesn't look good either. I mean judging from a baseline human standard of you shouldn't be pale and wearing armor like that. He is in essence wearing armor.]

Can anybody tell me where the fire district is? And after that where I can get something to eat and something - [beat] something else to wear.

I've got [He reaches into a plain black bag hoping for money and coming up with this. It falls against the console and makes a loud squeak.]

...What's really going on here? I mean really.
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[Something activated the console. Something small and fuzzy and cooing. The camera can see...well...tribbles. Tribbles everywhere. Tribbles all the way down. It's a tribble-pocalypse. Tribblenado. Tribbleanche.

Actually, you don't need Sherlock Holmes to deduce that a tribbleanche is probably the closest to what's happened, because the door is open, there are tribbles outside, and...

...and Jason pops up out of the snow tribbles, like a daisy. And it looks like he is trying very, very hard to be annoyed. Not even Blackbriar operatives are immune to the effect of a room full of happy tribbles, even if they are decidedly unwanted tribbles.

There's a grey one on his head; he picks it up, looks at it, shakes his head, and puts it down elsewhere. He's too mellow to toss it right now.

Then he notices the record light is on, and the console's picking all of this up, so he looks at the camera and just says this:]


Why.
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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.]
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My name is William Laurence, captain of Temeraire, and friend.

Recent events have made it clear a crew is necessary, for the safety of Temeraire, and in hopes that the two of us may be of service here. At home, a crew would consist of thirty or so men— I expect to need no more than five or so under current circumstances.

At present, I cannot offer any monetary compensation for work done, but only my gratitude, and friendship. My only requirements are that those who apply possess great fortitude, curiosity for the unknown, and have little fear of heights.

[ he takes a breath, choosing his next words carefully, but they still come out somewhat awkward. ]

Nationality is of little importance; medicinal knowledge, after all, has no borders.

Thank you.
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[If anyone who's met Jason before were to see him now on the feed, they almost wouldn't recognize him. He's actually almost smiling, and the grim efficiency that usually characterizes his interactions with people has mostly lifted. It's very nearly eerie. But the good weather and subsequent good mental vibes are affecting him too, even if the weather does remind him of happier times. The associated anguish of those memories is dulled.]

For the record, I could get used to this sea change.
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If we make it to the land, can we.. actually go look around at the place without getting arrested?

And if so, who's going and why would you?

[Private to Kyle]
You can stop looking.

[Private to Bruce Banner] - (added a few hours later)
I have those blueberries, for you teaching me the code. Just don't ask where I got 'em.

[Private to Evandau]
(Message below cut) )
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[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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[Live from the Fire Sector, it's a large black dragon with a very nice necklace! He is seated in his three-story suite, the intervening floors of which have mostly been removed thanks to the expertise and efficiency of Javert's construction team. What parts of it are visible onscreen give the suite a far more spacious appearance than it did previously, which serves to make Temeraire look a little smaller and (hopefully) a little less intimidating.]

It has come to my attention that my appearance has caused some of you distress in the past few days. I should not like to alarm anyone further, so I suppose I had better introduce myself now and clear away any more misconceptions before they have had a chance to start.

I suppose I cannot blame you for your reactions, since I am given to understand many of you are unfamiliar with dragons, save from various legends, most of which sound farfetched at best and highly offensive at worst. But I do not breathe fire, and I am not feral, and I would certainly never do anything as rude as try to kidnap and eat any of you, regardless of whether or not you are a young lady; I cannot imagine it would make much difference in taste, besides. Of course I would not object to having a great pile of gold to sleep on, but as I do not have one at present I am certainly not going to steal yours, unless you are such a booby as to leave it lying around for anyone to take.

[He huffs slightly, then settles back on his haunches, somewhat mollified.] So there we have it: you know that I am here, and that I am not going to accidentally squash you, or eat you, and with that out of the way, I have have noticed a few things which I suppose everyone should be aware of.

Firstly, there seem to be a great number of you from the twenty-first century at least, which I thought was very exciting at first; but now I realize I must have missed a great many things over the course of the last two hundred years, particularly in the realm of the sciences, and I should like to catch up on whatever I have missed. If you are not averse to discussing any of it with me, I should very much like to listen to all you have to say.

Secondly, whatever miasma has afflicted the other sectors is present here in the Fire sector as well; it has grown cold these past few days, and our suites are poorly lit besides. I am certain the damage must have spread elsewhere, and I would like to propose a small expedition of perhaps two or three others, to the outer reaches of the shell. I am curious to see if the disease has also affected what local wildlife remains, and if there is some aspect of its process that we may have overlooked. It will be no great inconvenience to take you on my back; I expect we will be able to get around faster and more comfortably than most, if we fly directly. Of course anyone may come, if they like, but I think it would help very much if you are a scientist, and not afraid of heights.

Pray inform me if you have any questions. [He pauses, then switches off the feed.]
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[Backdated to Feb 14 afternoon]
[The video flicks on to show Bourne seated in front of the screen at a cafe. His nose is swollen and possibly broken and blood covers his shirt. Costigan is standing awkwardly not far behind him. To anyone remotely trained, it's clear that Costigan's left shoulder is dislocated. Both men show subtle signs of bruises developing in their faces.]

[Bourne speaks first.] Can anyone recommend a doctor in or near the Wood Sector?

You have any idea what kind of medical treatment they have here? Thanks a lot, asshole. [Costigan's pretty much muttering from the background.]

[Bourne totally ignores this.] We just need someone who can reset his shoulder. And possibly my nose. [There's a pause, and when he speaks again, he sounds dead serious with nary a hint of Blatant Lies.] He fell out of a tree.

[Costigan shows no sign of disputing the obvious lie, but he cuts in anyway.] Tell Reid I'm fine.

Reid? He's fine, apparently. [Bourne's 'tree' canard does not go any way towards explaining why he has a busted-up face too. It was a tree, dammit. Trees everywhere.]


[Black is Jason Bourne ([personal profile] brokenweapon), navy blue is Billy Costigan ([personal profile] lostundercover)]
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