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There's a little something I want to try here.

[And then the audio switches over to text, which has been posted in English and Spanish.]

Richard's post a few days ago made me realize that I've been slacking off on trying to find things out about Tu Vishan and why we're here. Sure, we've been told things by the locals and the government, but how do we know which information is trustworthy and which isn't? Not to mention who's watching this network besides us foreigners. [Which is why he's writing this now-- on the off-chance that Malicant hasn't been brushing up on his English/Spanish lately. (And the fact that he doesn't entirely trust Evandau yet.)]

Anyway, I would like to start looking at primary sources-- kedan books and histories, maybe the Emperor's library if she'll let me in. Is anyone else trying to learn the language? I can't crack it, and I'd really appreciate some help here. I know I'm not the only one who hates being left in the dark.

[back to audio:]

Did that work? [His tone is, very purposefully, not indicative of what he's just written.] Thanks-- lemme know if you can't understand and want to.

doc_holi

[After the Kedan left, Holiday meandered around her suite a bit, trying to find some sort of distraction... or maybe answers. Was she dreaming? The last thing she remembered before arriving here was Rex and- and talking to White and- She must have passed out along with everyone else...]

[She decided to activate this network thing to see some of the locals around here. Maybe it's all just a dream, but-]

Hello. I'm Doctor Rebecca Holiday and I'm new in... Keeliai. [Did she even pronounce that right?] I suppose that since I'm here now, I should probably try to... figure out my way around this place a bit or something.

If there are any hospitals or clinics near by, I would like to visit one of them, for work purposes. [And the nanites.] One of the people who helped me to my suite told me that I live in the Earth sector now, if that helps anything... Actually, is there a better way to get around this city rather than using carts?

Um... Thank you for your time.

cmdreffingshepard

[Shepard looks as serious as ever, despite the fact that there's a tribble cooing away on her desk nearby. What? It's cute, okay! And she just has one, and she's keeping it on ice and stuff. No big deal.

But that's not what she's on the network to talk about, far from it.]

I'm as glad as the next person that Tu Vishan is better, and that our powers and tech are working again. [Really, she is! Though you might not be able to tell that from her face.] But this is far from over. At best, we've managed to delay it. [And she knows all about delaying the enemy - sometimes, that's the best you can hope for, but delay isn't defeat, and eventually it always comes down to a fight.]

We need to get together, plan and prepare for whatever it might throw at us next. I want to get my teams up and running - defense and medical. Anyone who wants to help me, let's meet.

[She provides the name of a bar in the Earth Sector.]

Tomorrow evening, at dusk. It's time to put some plans in place, for the next attack.

[ooc: team planning post for those who missed it!]

oathwalk

As the collection and sharing of information seems to become an increasing problem the more newcomers are brought in and old residents are lost, I have attempted to collect what data is available on the network and record it in audio so that it can be understood by all. A link is attached to this post.

[Look! A link. Enjoy information about the Malicant, Asti, the Mainland, and more!]

The information is sparse enough, and I'm afraid that I am not accustomed to this kind of information gathering. If there is data that I have overlooked, I would welcome it.

[Richard wears the mask of measured calm and confidence that he is accustomed to sporting for all official matters, so he does not let himself look tired, but he is. He is so very is. He has searched through as much information archived on the network as he could, and he now understands why his advisors seem kind of irritable sometimes. New appreciation for the clerical staff in his administration right here.]

The intention of this collection of data is, first, to have it given to newcomers on arrival, and second, to have a central location to which we can add new information and updated reports. The hope is to keep us all better informed and make it easier to establish what information needs to be gathered from what is already known. While we can give his file as asked for by new arrivals, any suggestions from those technically inclined on how to make the data more easy to access and update is welcomed. Commander Evandau has also expressed a willingness to give this information to new Foreigners on arrival, should the Emperor give consent. [If only to spare Evandau and Eshai getting the same questions over and over at audiences, but hey: it will solve problems of distribution if they can do that.]

solo_patria

[The feed opens on a close up of an Enjolras whose gaze is stoic as he looks upon his audience. If one knows him well, they can see the signs that everything is not at ease here. His eyes are a bit swollen, and there are some dark circles there, but in contrast to his appearance when he came to Temeraire earlier, his cravat is carefully tied and waistcoat unrumpled. There was little he could do about the tangle that his hair has become, but he has yanked it back into a tight queue for the moment and at least it is out of the way ensuring he appears, at least, somewhat orderly for this video.]

As Temeraire states, the results of our team investigation were relatively unsuccessful as they were interrupted by the creature of shadows who has sought to do ill here. My personal apologies to any who have been concerned at my absence and silence both while within his realm and upon our return here. It was not my intent to cause anyone worry or harm, and I intend to see that those others among our number are recovering as well. Accept my apologies for not having done so sooner and be aware that I intend to make amends if any of you were especially concerned or worried.

[He would add more perhaps, but doing so borders very dangerously on appearing as if he thinks he does not deserve what happened to him there, and more, for what he's done, so Enjolras stays silent on that point, starring straight ahead into the console as if he is trying to meet the gaze of any who would come to see him now.]

I ask if everyone that is seeing this, would be so kind to grant me the privilege of some time more for solitude and reflection, but please know I will come to you when ready, unless of course, your matter is more urgent, at which case I beg your forgiveness for my presumption, and should be ready to assist at once.

Thank you.

[And his gaze remains unwavering, mostly, almost disturbingly as the feed switches off.]

Current Mood: resolute

pandoricas

[Hello residents of turtleland, have one (1) Rory Willams looking at you through these console things. He's looking decisively uncertain about this, possibly wondering if making this post is even a good idea in the first place, considering one name he saw on the list...

But well, he's already started the recording, so stopping it now is kind of redundant. Rory gives another unsure look through the screen for a moment more before he pointedly clears his throat and starts to speak.]

Uh... hello, I guess. My name's Rory, I used to be a nurse from Leadworth, and I'm... married.

[Yeah, good job there Rory. Real smooth. Can you see how out of his depth he feels right now?]

So, um. From what I understand, we're not-dead... and on a giant turtle. [Quiet mutter at this point.] Why a giant turtle? Space whales are one thing, but... [Trailing off here for a moment now, as if lost in some other thought entirely, but Rory quickly shakes himself off it and focuses back on the video again.] I guess not being dead is good. I mean, it's not fun being dead. I don't like being dead.

[Rory, you're not making things better for yourself.]

Anyway--hello, I guess? Looks like I'm going to be stuck here no matter what, so I suppose its nice to meet the rest of you who are stuck here too. [Beat.] Here's to being stuck together? Or something like that.

bonvivant

[Hannibal stands centered in front of the camera, looking oddly calm and not disheveled in the slightest.]

I suppose I should make a proper introduction, and this seems the best way to do it although it's dreadfully impersonal.

I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter. I'm a psychiatrist, and was a physician for many years before my retirement from that field. However, if I've understood correctly we are facing some difficult times here, so I am happy to offer my medical services if needed. A shame about the rationing, too. Proper nutrition is essential, and there's nothing quite like a well-cooked meal.

But, regardless of the situation, I am very pleased to meet you all and I hope we can get to know each other better.

cmdreffingshepard

[Shepard looks tired, but otherwise? Today she's wearing her Alliance Navy Commander Face - serious, but not angry. Take-no-nonsense, but also understanding. The face she wears when she's about to make a Big Damn Speech - better prepare yourselves, everyone.]

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Commander Shepard, Earth Systems Alliance Navy. I know that doesn't really mean anything to most of you, but the long and short of it is that I've been in the military and seen a lot of action - and led a lot of troops. If you want more of my qualifications, I can tell you about them.

What's happening here is big, and scary, and a lot of people are confused and desperate to know what's going on. I know. I'm in the same boat with you. But Kirk is right - we need to organize ourselves better. So many of us are used to keeping things close to the chest, only trusting a few close allies - but if we're going to fix this, we need to all be willing to share, trust each other, and put our heads together.

[That was the Big Rousing Speech to get everyone fired up - now for the nitty gritty.]

That said, Kirk and I have decided to spearhead this effort. I'm putting together two teams - medical, and defense.

For the medical team, anyone with medical experience - doctors, nurses, anyone with knowledge of biology or xenobiology or paleobiology - we can use you. I figure we can divide medical into at least two smaller groups - one to focus on tracking the turtle's health and working out that problem, and another to organize and network medical care for the Foreign and kedan populations, set up triage and maybe even start work on a medical database - liaise with the admin team.

I know there are some independent clinics running already - the medical team could help clinic runners and staff network with each other, share knowledge and resources, and help make sure everyone on this turtle stays alive and healthy no matter what happens.

As for defense, I'd like to get together with anyone with military or law enforcement experience, so we can get emergency preparedness plans in place for the whole turtle, set up self-defense classes for civilians - I know Dinah suggested something like that, and I want to make sure we do it and do it right.

These teams would be permanent groups, maybe eventually able to liaise with the kedan, so we can have an official voice and help each other out to everyone's benefit. We don't need our powers to do this - hell, we don't even need our tech to do this. I know there are a lotta smart people on this turtle - if you think you could be of use to one of those teams, talk to me. Let's get this show on the road, and try to set up some meeting times in the next week or so.

inseine

[Javert is well groomed, neat, and absolutely professional today. His bangs are combed well over the Charter Mark on his forehead, a trait unbefitting of a man attempting to play Messenger for the authorities. He holds his chin high for the camera, his steely eyes ready to lance straight through the screen and into the viewer's bare conscience.

He speaks in swift, abrupt phrases, with just a hint of a French accent in his clipped vowels.]

Lately I got word of many confusing arrests among us. Trespassing cases among people who were unaware of city limits, unclear boundaries, all of that! Ah! That is inefficient. Foreigners cannot expect to follow local customs if we do not know them.

[Pause. Of course, this is leading up to something, yet it is clear that Javert makes a poor public figure, with the impression he is making. He taps his fingers and grimaces ever deeper as he quickens his speech.]

Of course there are a clear system of laws written for this society like any other. But do not bother to dig up a book vendor if you do not understand French, English, or the local language. Impossible task, translating into every possible tongue! We will not waste the time.

Rather you will find a full voice record of the Keeliai law code available for public use.

[VOICE FILE ATTACHED; split into several subheadings and articles, much like any civil or common law code one would find on the planet Earth.]

[Javert restlessly bends closer to the camera and draws his brows into an indifferent arch.]

I advise that you listen and understand what you are getting into when you cross government boundaries. [That means you, Iorveth, Enjolras, the Amis, and other criminal suspects. He smiles grimly, devoid of all humor.] Among other activities. What you do after that is your concern.

[He lowers his lids with a pinch in his jaw and reaches out to end the feed. He stops short to add as an afterthought--]

A word of thanks to Monsieur Logan for lending his voice.

[The screen goes black.]

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.

dungfu

[Once again, an Amaterasu post begins with a round of barking. But this time she stops after seven seconds and moves to the side to let the camera pick up what's right behind her-- a painting on the wall. The colors are vivid and a little sparkly if you look at it at the right angle.

And then she speaks.]

You want a painting too? [Short and simple. This is her way of trying to cheer everyone up-- by painting for them.]

loveandloyalty

[The person who sits in front of the console is tall, handsome, dark-haired and with a neatly trimmed beard. He's wearing a smile, and a rather old-fashioned style linen shirt - at the corner of the screen a bit of a pile of shimmering green plate armor is visible in the lovely Fire Sector suite, and he has a piece in front of him, beautifully wrought with a pair of stag's antlers worked into the golden metal. The blood has been washed off it, but there is a thin, clean cut through it, and if you really look, the man's hands are trembling, just a little.]

What a fascinating method of communication. Certainly quicker than ravens, if what I have been told is true. I- Well, I seem to have been- ah, separated, from the Lord Commander of my Rainbow Guard. I am certain he is just protecting my wife, Queen Margaery, but- I must speak with him immediately. [The words come with an easy smile and an air of confidence, but deep beneath it there's a sort of tremor of urgency - he needs to see Loras, he doesn't know what's happened, beyond what these kedan have told him, and he isn't sure he can believe it yet. And of course they know nothing of what happened at home, how the battle with Stannis went, who is alive or dead, which makes him worry - those are his men, his army, and he wasn't there-]

I would also appreciate recommendations for a skilled blacksmith who can perhaps repair my armor, this... cut in my gorget is quite unsightly. I would hate to go about looking like a hedge knight. [His statement is accompanied with a little laugh, but actually he can hardly look at it without feeling sick to his stomach, remembering- no, he doesn't want to think about it.] I assure you, I pay handsomely. Or... will, when I have access to my funds again.

[There's a noticeable pause as his hand hovers by the button to turn the video off, and he looks a little more unsure before he finally asks,] Also, I- How do you get blood stains out of wool?

rosehasthorns

[The face that shows on the video is young, about seventeen, and framed by a tumble of brown curls. Dark brown eyes regard the console with some confusion before the young man speaks. He's wearing a plain white tunic and discarded armor can be seen on the floor behind him, as well as a bright white cloak. When he shifts in his seat, a sword can be seen on his hip]

We have nothing like this in Westeros. Not even in King's Landing....

[The comment seems to be more to himself than anyone else and is quickly forgotten. A frown replaces the previous look of confusion on his pretty face and he rests his chin in his hand. Normally this is the part where the false courtesy would come out but...he doesn't care right now]

This is not where I last was and not where I was meant to be going. Am I truly to believe this nonsense about a "place between life, death and dreaming"? To me that sounds like a poor attempt at softening the blow that you are dead. [Which doesn't bother him, really. He thinks that should probably disturb him a little but it just doesn't] And if that is the case, this is the strangest afterlife. Not that I ever believed in such a thing but....

[The frown melts away briefly and is replaced by a much more unsure look, as if he wants to ask something but at the same time doesn't want to hear the answer to it. The look isn't there for long before the frown returns]

Or at the very least it is an attempt to conceal information, which seems just as pointless. I suppose I'm just going to have to accept that there is nothing about this that is not going to seem ridiculous to me. Regardless, I would like to know if anyone has seen a maiden of about sixteen years who....well, in truth, she looks a great deal like me. If she is here I should like to speak with her. [AKA "Margaery if you are here I need you now". Margaery would know what to do]

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.]

bondsprofoundly

Those of you who have been in a position of power- commanding an army, a leader of people, where you have considerable influence...

How informed did you keep your soldiers?

dunnage

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.

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.

solo_patria

[The video opens with Enjolras, who looks a bit worse for wear, considering his arrival here was right after he'd been gunned down with eight shots, knowing that all of his friends had died before him, save for Grantaire. But he IS here, and obviously startled, and in pain though he is, there is a bemused expression on his face as he peers out skeptically at the new technology, not entirely sure he understands the explanation he was given, but willing to make the attempt at mastering it, if this is how communication on this strange new island works.]

Greetings, those of you who are seeing this. I am...not quite sure of how I might address people I have not seen when I attempt to speak to them. The progress of the keedans seems to be above that of man where I am from to have wrought such an invention as THIS and the things it allows us now.

I am Enjolras and I have come from Paris, at the hour of what I thought to be my death in 1832, and instead have been installed here by some means I cannot fully comprehend. In that life, I wrote, and read the law in hope of practicing one day. [Best not to mention what else he did in a place the mysterious Emperor might see it. He mistrusts this figure already for being what he is.]

In this new one, I am not fully certain of what I shall do, but I have seen the other on this island making postings of all sorts and thought that I should speak as well. I am told that seeking a job here is quite important, but tell me what there is most need of, and I shall gladly apply there if they will have me do so, and if there are others I might speak to who know more of the world whence I came?

[And he is frowning, deeply, troubled by some stray thought perhaps, as the video feed shuts off, leaving him remaining there in his suite, pensive.]

Current Mood: contemplative

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