tushanshu | Entries tagged with † jason todd

[This is Asami. This is Asami wrapped up like an enchilada in a thick, dark red blanket while she faces the screen. It's her first time with a recording like this—the technology is beyond even the movers Varrick produced—so she proceeds self-consciously.

That isn't to say she wasn't eager to try it out. The tape on the side of her console is indication of that, but it's out of sight of the viewer.]

Well, here I am. I've had some time to think about what I wanted to say, but to be honest I don't even know where to begin.

But we're all comrades here, right? So my name's Asami, and I'm a... [businesswoman? What kind of sales approach is that? She straightens her back.] I'm the chief executive officer of my family's company at home in Republic City. We're known for our automobiles and weaponry, and I have experience with each of our products. Not that I see myself getting comfortable here, but if I can make myself useful in a company running somewhere along those lines, then I think that would be a good place to start.

[She visibly deflates after the spiel, mustering a small smile.] So I guess I'll see you guys around! Go ahead and introduce yourselves if you have time. I think I could use some faces to call familiar.

everylittlegirl

[The video clicks on and Hayley is intentionally out of the frame. The camera is staring at what looks to be an art piece. When she speaks, she sounds distracted and exhausted.]

I found this sort of bronze statue thing? Just like, tell me if it belongs to you or whatever.

[She reaches forward to click over to audio for the various encryptions.]
[60% encrypted to Sabriel]
I bought a book that has symbols like we use for magic. I'm guessing it's yours.

[100% encrypted to Mark]
Why is someone you know purple?

[100% encrypted to Jason Todd]
Bruce Wayne? Seriously?

[ooc: Feel free to backdate threads on this, related to Hayley's attack on Superman, after clearing your character's knowledge with Al. Time became a little ambiguous with hiatuses/etc.]

fdaterminator

[It takes a while for Colby to say anything after he turns on the feed. He knows what he wants to say but he's finding it hard to say what he needs to say without sounding like a total sap. Finally, he manages to get out:]

...If anyone's looking for Tony Chu, he ain't here anymore. Anyone with any outstanding business with him or whatever, come to me and I'll take care of it.

[A sniffle can be heard right before he turns the feed off.]

mightythinice

So. Uh, getting kind of cold out there.

[hello Keeliai. Ellie clearly doesn't have a reason for being on the network. Not an immediately obvious one, but she loved the idea of being able to talk to everyone like this, quickly and easily. It was so foreign from what she's known her entire life]

You know what, though? It's not that bad. Pretty fucking cool, actually, and just about every restaurant I've been to is serving hot something. Hot chocolate, hot tea, so if you get cold, you know what you needa do is get some of that in you.

[okay, she could tell that was stupid. But hey, maybe she could ask more people about Thanksgiving, while she was there. A day late.]

So, I know this whole thing is a day late and a buck short and all that... But what'd everyone do for Thanksgiving? Yesterday was my first one and it wasn't bad. I ate a lot. And, okay, this is dumb, but I started thinking about things I'm thankful too. Yeah, I know, it's what the holiday is all about... But I'm kind of glad to be here. Believe me, I love food.

... And friends and stuff. So, uh... anyone got any good stories? They don't have to be Thanksgiving related or anything, I just wanna talk.

[a pause] Don't make me break out the puns! I'll do it!

mightythinice

[when it clicks on, have a face full of dirty red headed kid. She looks absolutely delighted by the fact that the console works, and her words seal the deal]

Holy shit, this thing really works?! This is so fucking cool! So, I turned this on and everyone else can hear me, right? This thing’s like a mass phone call or… Oh, wait. Is this what it was like being on TV?

[she pulls out a book from her backpack]

Well, I’m reading a book about anti- gravity… It’s impossible to put down. Pfff. Okay, okay, I won’t read my good ol’ pun book to everyone, but if you ever need a joke, let me know.

Also, I’m looking for someone. His name’s Joel, he’s kind of older, brown hair, talks with a pretty thick Texas accent.

And if anyone knows where I can find a bunch of books in English, that’d be awesome. Last place I went to, they were all in this fucking weird script! No good if you wanna actually read something, you know?

everylittlegirl

[Hayley sighs a little, then sounds mostly disappointed. Those paying close attention can probably tell it masks a level of anger.]

Seriously? Is no one talking about the whole people getting murdered thing?

( Action for Superman; Encrypted messages to: Clark, Lois, Bruce Banner, Dick Grayson (comics), Jason Todd, Maxwell Lord, Chekov, and Loki - ETA: Jor-El, Bruce Wayne, Sabriel )

depicted

[It's video, so it's clear that Dorian looks the same. Still the bright roses of youth on his cheek, still the crisp dark curls on his head. The candour of youth in his face, and 'youth's passionate purity' in his smile. To look at him, you'd think he had kept himself unspotted from the world—even if all that the blue smoke around him is from one of Lord Henry's opium-tainted cigarettes.

But that is the visual half of things. As for the audio half?]

1986. The summer. [For audio, there is something torn in that low and musical voice, something of electrohouse's wretched distortion ripping the guts out of the base and leaving the jagged beat in its wake.

Dorian laughs.] It was 1986, it was the summer, and Highlander came out for UK audiences. Crooned over scenes of loss, Freddie Mercury asks a question he'll never need to answer: "Who wants to live forever?" [The cigarette held away, conductor holding the note to let the question hang.]

[And callously, we're back.] Contemporary efforts in medicine might suggest 'just about everyone,' but in stories about immortals, the weariness is always more loss of people than loss of time. It's more that you're watching your granddaughter's funeral than it is that the shop beside the graveyard is a chain electronics place instead of the private member's club where you met her grandmother decades ago.

[Another drag of the cigarette. He is still smiling a pleasant, youthful smile.] But it occurred to me, speaking with Rebecca, that that sense of loss, of friendships brief as mayfly lives, is one we all get to share here. It's not a curse of immortality, something known only in a long term. It's frequent, repetitive, and to all intents and purposes, mundane. We foreigners just lose people, over and over and over and over, and there is never any resolution to any of it. Like the workroom of a perfectionist, it's a slaughterhouse of unfinished stories, and the corpses just keep piling up. Only corpses would give more closure than disappearances, and we aren't likely to be here ourselves by the time we can hold a funeral.

So we get used to it. We cope and we carry on. [Cigarette between his fingers, he gives a salute that somehow doesn't come across as sarcastic.] Congratulations on all the recent efforts, and good luck to everyone still with us in the future.

[Dorian holds up a mobile phone (circa 2007) with all lightness of touch and tone.] Does anyone have anything to for a mobile's battery? I left the charger in the 21st century, and I'd like to get my music off of this, but it gave out.

justlittle

I've been on the turtle for six months now, but I've never seen a time with so few "Hi I'm new" posts to the Net. What does that mean? Is the Emperor done recruiting now?

[It's a simple message, straight and to the point. It's then repeated in French, Spanish, German, Dutch, Armenian, and Greek.]

relatable

[After trying to process things for days, she's finally willing to poke herself about again. She's been mostly alone in her rooms.]

If this place is all you have, what would you do? If home isn't an option any more, what things would you want to do here?

If nothing matters... [She's tense, sounding depressed.]

I guess I should make a list of things I've never done and do them. I just don't know where to start. Or do all the things I like to do. Me and my mom used to go hiking, but I guess I can't really do that here.

[She just sort of fades off before shutting the feed off.]

cibopath

[Once again, Tony's all business and all sourpuss. But this time, he's just gotten out of bed: his hair's still sticking up in places, and careful viewers might notice that he's presently missing an ear. This week's thieves somehow managed to take something of his.

...N...not the ear.

Either way, for a guy who's notoriously anal about knowing where his things are all the time, this is a Big Thing-- particularly when Tony's got some sentimental things tucked into the wallet that was pickpocketed away from him last night.]

I've gotta hand it to you, whoever you are-- you're way more than just a petty thief. [He sniffs in distaste.] You're pretty good to slip under my nose. But three thefts on Foreigners in a row, all within a few days? Unless you're trying to show off, you're just making yourself obvious.

Sooner or later, you are going to get caught.

[Tony adds, coldly:]

By the way, I keep my juulan in a bag-- not my wallet. You've just wasted a whole lot of effort making one more enemy. Unless the Emperor's set up a currency exchange and I haven't been paying attention, have fun with my useless American dollars. Asshole.

stagethreeclinger

So I know for human babies, you're supposed to play like Mozart next to their crib while they're sleeping to make them super geniuses or whatever - what about turtle babies? Is there like... a Symphonic Whale Calls Orchestra we can get a CD of or something?

Aquadude? Aquakid? Other Aquafolks? Can I get a weigh-in here?

What are the rest of you turtle-parents doing for your Mack truck cab sized turtle baby eggs? New parent anxiety, you know how it goes.

Private to Vanessa;

Hey girly, we missed some lessons due to sudden onset underwater turtle. Wanna schedule a make-up?

Private to Jaybird;

Soooo, did we go to the turtle dance? Did we make friends? Did we get laid? PS: you need it.

[ translation: are you alive, where are you, can i stalk you, hey, hi. oh wait, he knows something better ]

And on the side of shit you're actually interested in - by the way, I'm a weapons genius, do you want more stuff to kill people with? Because that can be arranged.

Private Kyle;

Uh, sound off? Olly olly oxen free? Marco?

[ basically, hey, what's up, bro, he misses you, did underwater dead turtle demons eat you? ]

undoubtable

[ To those most familiar with human coloring, the woman in the video may look a little odd. She’s got red skin, black hair, and eyes that glow yellow where her pupils should be. She’s also noticeably more muscular than the average woman. Bigger, too. She fills up the screen, leaving relatively little to see behind her.

Judging from the frown that twists her black lips, she isn’t particularly happy. ]

All right. It’s been three days. The guys that brought me here promised me a fight. A “strong” — [ The quotation marks are audible, as is the faint sneer of disbelief when she says the word. ] — enemy.

So where is it? I’m bored.

langsyne

[Good evening chelonauts, tonight you are being treated to the fine sight of one (1) bruised and somewhat bloody Ant-Man looking far more annoyed than he has looked his entire stay on this turtle. There are scrapes and cuts all over his face and his mouth is a thin line that is barely visible until he opens it to speak.]

Heads up: if any of you guys see a rooster that looks like it's been fused with a telephone box, do me a huge favor and run, not walk, in the opposite direction if you want to wake up tomorrow with still ten fingers. [He hasn't lost any of his own yet but it's only a matter of time.] I don't think there's another one of these Frankenchickens out there but just in case.

[There's long-suffering sigh and he's about to say more when he immediately gets drowned out by the rooster rattling around in its makeshift cage and crowing its little cybernetic head off. At the rate things are going, that cage ain't gonna hold it much longer and then fingers are actually going to be lost.

Scott turns and attempts to shush the rooster several times, but since the rooster listens to him about as well as everyone else does (which is to say not at all), he finally gives up and just ignores the damn thing, pinching his nose in exasperation.]

Anyone have any extra bandages? And maybe a flamethrower? You'll get paid back in chicken patties.

cibopath

[Meet Tony Chu.

Though he used to be Philly PD, his new gig was with the U.S. Food and Drug Administration-- which means he was an agent of the most powerful law enforcement agency in the world. And just like when he was a cop, he worked a lot of cases and stops a lot of crime.

Except he was just fired. Now he's a meter maid.

Today, he's stranded on the back of a giant turtle. He isn't happy about that, either.]

Officer Anthony Chu. I've... been in the hospital, and was brought here without my badge, but I promise you, I'm not lying about my position. [Tony's voice is measured and calm, but his face is set in his default scowl. The fact that he's in a pink bathrobe and a hospital gown doesn't really do him any favors. ~~Sue him, he hasn't gotten around to buying clothes yet.~~] I've been brought up to speed-- for the most part, anyway-- by the locals, but if I'm going to be able to do my job, I'll need more than that. If you can give me any deeper information about why we're here, what to expect in this city, what that thing was, or how I'm supposed to get in touch with the local government, step forward and tell me what you know. Kidnappings, particularly mass kidnappings, are very serious [dozens of people? really?] and I'd prefer to hit the ground running here.

Furthermore, if any other agents are here, contact me as soon as possible. Through the console will work.

[Tony hesitates: for the briefest of moments his agent facade falters as he realizes he really doesn't know how to end this spiel. He finally mutters a 'thank you' under his breath and promptly shuts off the feed.]

tomemyoutliers

( the face that appears on the screen is open and friendly - framed by blonde hair. dressed in a blue and red outfit, it serves to put one in mind of a police force or military without obviously being a member of such.

rather than broadcasting from the terminal located in one's assigned quarters, the background is clearly a cafe in metal. )

Who must I talk to in order to place a complaint about these devices? ( a tap of a finger against the screen for extra emphasis. ) Not only are they extremely unintuitive, they're also impossible to modify. I could make so many improvements if they would stop melting every time I opened them up.

( how many terminals has shockwave gone through? it's probably best not to ask. )

My name is Shockwave, and I have a request for those of you with a talent for technology. Included is an attachment with different levels of encryptions that I've coded myself. I would appreciate it if you indulged my curiosity and attempted to break all of them, although you're certainly not obligated to try. Let me know how far you get!

( the coded attachment has four layers of encrypted code - one at 90%, one at 95%, one at 99%, and then one at an unhackable 100% - and when one encryption is broken, the next instantly takes its place. shockwave is aware that no one will get through the last one but it's the principle of the thing. and a bit of showing off - anyone who can get through to the last level will find that the final encryption is a thing of beauty from a coding standpoint. )

bludhavenknight

[When Dick shows up on the feed, he's smiling, but his eyes look a little haunted. He just looks tired, really, but his smile doesn't dim even for a second.]

I've been to a lot of places before, but being on the back of a giant turtle? This one has to take the cake. [He laughs. He's been on different planets, places on Earth no one would ever believe, and now this.]

And I didn't have to make any travel plans. No waiting at the airport and having to go through security, no five hour ride because you got stuck in your car during rush hour, and it's all free.

[He runs a hand through his hair.] And the accommodations are great, I think the bed here is better then mine back home. Not as much noise as in Gotham, but that's...

[He trails off for a second before giving another laugh.] Shoot, where are my manners? I'm Dick, it's great to meet all of you. I can't wait to do it in person, though, these things are fine, but it's got nothing on actually shaking someone's hand!

[And then a tribble appears and Dick picks it up.]

Huh? What's this, some kind of housewarming gift?

alphatar

[When the feed starts, Korra is sitting back against her spinny-chair with her hands dangling from the arm rests. Whether she's bored, tired, lost in thought, or all three is anyone's guess. Her armband is cut, exposing her skin underneath, and it's splattered with a dull red. She's chewing on a really small, but very thick strip of jerky.]

A lot's going on right now, it's kind of hard to keep up. There's a lot of new faces. Well, new to me anyway. [A simple hand wave.] Hi, I'm Korra; but I'm sure someone's probably told you that.

Anyway, I just wanted to say if anyone's freezer is too full or just having too hard of a time handling those tribble things I can help out. Or if you just need some ice, I’m selling bags of them, cheap.

[The living area behind her is surprisingly tribble free and there is a brown and white furry covering on the chair she's in. Taking another bite, she points at the screen and her lips turn into a thin line, eyes narrowing.]

And whoever keeps beating me at mahjong, THIS ISN'T OVER. [Seriously.]

[Video 30% Encryption; Mako]

I'm going up to the turtle's head soon, do you want to go?

Current Location: ME-2B
Current Music: FreedomHangsLikeHeaven

fuzzyelf

[Kurt has spent some time looking over the network and thought about what it is he actually wanted to say. He's sat with one elbow perched on the desk area and a curious expression.]

Has anyone ever actually gotten beyond the barrier around the turtle? I know that people have gotten close and have apparently fallen unconscious, but has anyone attempted to jump beyond it?

[He leans back and leans further into the chair he's sat on.]

In theory, I should be able to get from our side to the other without much hassle. All I'd need to know is how far it takes before things happen to make people black out.

I know someone was talking about making a ship, sorry, I didn't catch your name, but if people do black out and if I can get through without anything happening, then I might be able to help people get through without losing consciousness. Assuming the reason for the ship was to also leave the shell and go beyond the barrier keeping us here.

I'd want to try it out before committing to anything.

bowarmed

[He's been here for a day already. And he's fairly sure this isn't Earth anymore, or some trap set by one of their villains. It's too complex.

Well, Connor. Time to ask for help.

His hood shrouds most of his face, but the band around his eyes is unmistakably green, his voice is quiet and reserved. For the people who know him, there's no doubt that it's Connor Hawke.]

Hello, this is Green Arrow.

[A pause. His father's title is heavy.]

They're telling me I'm probably be dead, and I'm in a space between life and death. I guess I hit my head one too many times. If anyone knows who I am, I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me I'm not actually dead. Or I haven't gone crazy.

Thank you. Green Arrow out.

wintershepherd

[ Jack is feeling a lot better after some help from friends after the debacle on the Emperor's post and wanted to at least make his appreciation known, but he's also sort of embarrassed at the attention so he's sticking to text. Also today is kind of A Thing, so he wants to put that out there as well. Gotta help the fellow Spirits where he can! ]

thank you to everyone who was worried about me. sorry if I made anyone upset with what the emperor said... big misunderstanding. um. nothing to worry about.

hey if anyone sees a little guy with wings and a quiver today, please send him my way. he still owes me for winning our race in '31.

p.s. pasty is accurate, no harm done!

Tu Shanshu

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