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[ Rikki thought about going somewhere to do this anonymously, but what the hell, the people who matter are probably going to figure out (or worry) it's her anyway. So she's just sitting at her own console, face in her hands and not exactly looking at the screen. ]

So, uh... Oh, geez. [ Deep breath. ] Does anyone around here have pregnancy tests, or... I don't know, a way to tell with magic or something?

Please don't yell at me. I promise I'm kicking myself enough already.

aenseidhe

[ He'd gotten distracted with the spa day, happy vibes making him hippy out and sit on the beach smoking awesome elf weed, but as soon as Iorveth comes out of the spell, it comes to the front of his mind again - the conversation he had with the Emperor. It's extremely sensitive information and Iorveth isn't about to spill it to the general populace.

Hence the filter. However, Iorveth is from the 1200s and he has never done a filter before in his life and he already doesn't speak on this thing very often. So, uh, see Iorveth totally fail at it. Gdi. ]

I have information you'll want to know. I cannot share it here - you must come to the palace.

[ His done is serious, impassive. More so than he usually is, and forgive the ominousness. He's not about to test the 'don't speak the name outside the palace' rule. He pauses, swallowing, before he continues. ]

I know why we were brought here.

And what we are meant to battle.

[ He stares for a moment, eyes unfocused from the screen, within troubling thoughts, brow knit. ]

You may not like it.

[[ ooc; i know fail filters are dumb sometimes, but Iorveth icly would seriously tell only those five people and I didn't want to cut people off from srs plot info, so doing this for now. Granted, Iorveth will be shorter and more guarded with people not those five and people he doesn't like he may straight up refuse to tell them without convincing 8T he was the worst person to get this information p much, sob. ]]

afirewithfashion

[Cinna doesn’t post to the network immediately after arriving. He listens carefully to what the Kedan tell him on their journey back to his new home. He observes his sector carefully. He knows what rationing looks like. He sees the anger in the Kedan population.

How much of this is real? How much is just another illusion? It lasts longer than anything brought on by the tracker jacker venom they used to torture him, and locked in the dungeons of the Capitol, he lost any ability to tell reality from hallucination. The venom played off his memories, the worst moments of his life. His fears for the future. This place, though, this is unlike anywhere he's ever been. So there's that.

Finally, he can’t hide anymore, and he can’t wait it out. So he sits before the console and switches it to video. Although he’s anything but calm, being brought here, being tortured and murdered by Snow’s goons, he doesn’t let it show. His face is perfectly calm and pleasant. His voice is even and soothing.]

Sorry to interrupt, I won’t waste anyone’s time. I got here a few days ago, and I need a job. I work in fashion back home -- mostly costume design, but I can do hair or makeup, too, if anyone has an opening. I asked at the Kedan-owned shops, but I gather they aren’t hiring at the moment.

[Or at least not hiring foreigners. Judging by his tone, it’s clear he understands why he was turned away. It's hard to be violent against someone so even, but he knows he was lucky. He's not going to complain. He just moves on to his next option.

Finding work. It’s a nice, safe topic, not like what happened to him or why he’s here. He’ll stay with that, and keep his other thoughts to himself.

So really, it’s just another day. One beyond the days he thought he had left, but he might as well make the best of it.]

Thanks.

lostundercover

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) )

iwillnotlookback

[ The girl on the screen looks younger than her years, and she is still rather young. Only sixteen, the burnt-away stubble of silvery-blonde hair highlights her sharp cheekbones and draws attention to her large violet eyes in a way that makes her look like a doll. A very feral sort of doll. Her expression can be best described as a mixture of irritation, weariness, and childlike curiosity. And over it all a mask of regality. Nearly bald and ragged-looking she may be, she still looks every inch a queen. ]

Tell me, are all our dear hosts so exceptionally skilled in making obeisance and providing obfuscation for their master? I ask the reason for my presence and they tell me that knowledge is the Emperor's. I demand to know where my dragon is and they simper and apologize. Not one will deign to give me a clear answer, only riddles. More riddles. I am weary of riddles.

[ Dany sighs, a certain something in the way her eyes slip briefly closed betraying just how very tired she is. It never ends, does it? At least she is clean now. The first thing she did when the kedan led her to her quarters was bathe, soaking away her aches and pains and scrubbing off the accumulated weeks' worth of filth and blood in water heated near to boiling. Merely world-weary is marginally better than being both world-weary and filthy. ]

Very well. If we are to be companions in entrapment, we might at least know one another. I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, a khaleesi of the Dothraki, Queen of Meereen and rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. I would know you, and whatever you can tell me. [ Pause. ] And if you have seen a dragon, say, the size of an aurochs, colored black and red, I would know that too. You will be well rewarded, I swear. Though I beg you not to approach him, as his temperament is…quite volatile.

insecrets

[It's pretty early in the morning when Finnick shows up on the feed, looking a little bit like crap. Like he hasn't slept all night. Which, well. He really hasn't. Nightmares and everything. He scrubs a hand over his face before smiling for the feed.]

I'm starting to wonder what else could go wrong in this place. First, they're making copies of us [not that he can really blame them for wanting more of him around, come on now] and now things are going sour on the turtle. [A wry smile twists his lips now.] And they say to not panic while pushing us to our limits already. [He runs a hand through his hair.] They could probably give the Capitol a run for their money at this point.

[He goes to shut off the feed, muttering:] I'd kill for seaweed bread right now, though. [:'|]

effective

[Katniss is wearing short sleeves today, so the burn scars and grafted skin up her arms and neck are more visible. She seems almost awkward, aware that she hasn't shown her face on this thing lately, and that she has no idea what she's doing.]

I'm going to show people how to deal with rations. At the...community centre. It's here. [She gives an address in the Earth Sector] If people care, that is. [She shoves a hand back through her hair.] It's not that hard to figure out, but if you run out of food before you can buy more, you'll regret it.

seriouslytwisted

[voice]

[Exploring and ninja-ing around is turning up a whole lot of dead ends and questions with no answers, so now Raphael is going to try his last resort.

Conversing with strangers.

Making sure he has his voice only function on (pretending that little SNAFU with it in his earlier conversation didn't happen) he reluctantly addresses his fellow...strand-ees.]

Okay, seriously. How many of you people actually buy that "you are in the in-between" story?

[the mystic new-age voice for the quote helps set the atmosphere, yes it is necessary]

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[action]

[Before this post, Raphael will be swimming around in the Water Sector, trying to keep as hidden as possible but needing to surface to breathe and also sneak back up onto the docks occasionally when he can't cross sections in water. He's a stealthy little bugger, so the average Joe might miss him, but anybody with serious training or extra-sharp senses might find him.

...or you might catch him when he's losing his temper and angrily kicking over a barrel after talking to yet another tree-hugging native yokel, whatever.]

aenseidhe

[ There’s a narrow face peering close at the console - high cheekbones and a nasty scar poking out from under the red cloth that covers the man’s right eye. Or lack thereof. He peers for a moment before leaning back, arms crossing as he speaks up. ]

I’m looking for other Scoia’tael in the area. I’d settle for another elf alone, between the mass of humans milling around here. [ A derisive snort, and Iorveth looks to the side for the moment - pointed ears at the side of his head incidentally apparent. ] The dh’oine stink of this place is enough to make one gag.

[ A moment of contemplation and the elf picks at the dirt under blunted nails idly as he speaks. ]

I’ve set my camp in a tree on the outskirts of the wood sector. [ His tone goes a little deadpan, with the same kind of condescension in it, but it’s very matter of fact. ] It’s a mass of wooden planks, rope, rough cloth and a six foot, one eyed elf - it shouldn’t be that hard to miss. I’m giving you dh’oine fair warning - there are traps laid around the perimeter and any who manage to pass those will take an arrow between the eyes.

If there’s a need for me to say it more than once, your race will likely be better off without you.

[ A pause, and he’s about to end the transmission, when he glances back, considering. ]

Gwynbleidd - If you’re here, come speak with me.

[[ ooc; On translations: I left the original Elder Speech words in here, even though they’ll be understood by anyone listening just like anything else, mainly to signal when Iorveth’s accent would have shifted between what he understands as Common and what he says in Elder speech. ANYWHO. Here.
Scoia’tael - directly translated: squirrels. It’s a band of nonhuman guerrilla warriors, though. But all that would be understood is ‘squirrels’ :’|
dh’oine - human. spoken in a derogatory tone
Gwynbleidd - White Wolf. ]]

kelpful

[The following is actually posted from Annabeth’s console. Despite his girlfriend’s warning that he should wait to post until he’s in a more stable frame of mind, Percy’s ADHD self has decided it’s necessary to let potential turtle-talkers know about the dangers RIGHT NOW. His expression is sort of dazed as he starts the feed.]

So...[Excuse him for a moment, he’s just going toget distracted by the screen and the colours and wondering how it all works. It takes him a couple of moments to get back on track, shaking his head] Uh. Yeah, if you can talk to turtles? My advice would...be... [HOLD ON he said the word turtle and holy shit, that turtle was old. Like, mega old. And it knew so much, had seen so much that Percy couldn’t even imagine...

Yeah he’s gone again. Please hold.]

[And somewhere in the suite, Annabeth hears Percy talking, so when he trails off, her voice calls out:] Percy? Who are you talking -

[There’s a pause, when she realizes.] You idiot.

[If there’s one voice that’s guaranteed to get through to him, it’s that one. Percy jerks, twisting around to face the direction of his girlfriend’s voice. His expression is sheepish, and he mouths ‘caught’ at the screen] Hey, I was just being a concerned citizen, letting our fellow Turtle-ites know about the dangers-- [and then he cuts himself off, frowning slightly, because is it really dangerous? He feels good. Peaceful. Small, maybe, in the face of that vast mind, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Yeah he’s basically sitting there with his mouth hanging open again]

[With a sigh, she just walks over and punches his shoulder, then peers down into the video, very much linefaced.] He’s been like this for a day.

Ouch! [Percy’s mouth shuts with a click. His glare is pretty ineffectual, a mixture of the turtle’s peace and the fact that he still has this tendency to smile at Annabeth when he sees her these days. Rubbing his shoulder, he wakes up enough to actually finish what he was saying in the first place]

Yeah, so, talking to the turtle didn’t end up going as planned. I think it’s...too ancient to really communicate with us, if that makes sense. It’s pretty overwhelming, I wouldn’t suggest trying it. At least, not unless you have an overeager girlfriend to hit you if you get sucked in too far. [He turns back to Annabeth and murmurs, although it’s still loud enough to be heard] Seriously, you hit me a lot.

Only when you deserve it. [She says it completely deadpan, then just walks away and out of view.]

[Percy rolls his eyes at the camera, and then switches it off. Jackson gets the last word for once, aww yeah]

suoxi

[ Inara appears on the video screen to those who might happen to be watching at this particular time, poised and smiling and entirely at ease. ]

It appears as if new arrivals are a fairly frequent occurrence. Every weekend, it seems. I know it's a trying time and very frustrating, but if one chooses to think of it as an opportunity as opposed to misfortune, then perhaps it isn't quite so bad. In any case - welcome.

[ pleasantries aside...]

Now, down to business -- literally. [ she smiles and it's a bit more cautious this time, head tilting slightly as she wonders at the wisdom of her query. ]

I have been told by the kedan that there is an area of my sector that caters to specific needs and comforts, and while I am certain their tastes run true, mine, perhaps, might be a bit different.

For those of you that don't know me, my name is Inara Serra, and I am a Companion. [ seeing as no one here seems to be from the 'Verse, she decides to elaborate - delicately. ]

I provide company, conversation and comfort to those who might desire such a thing, and I am paid [ a high sum ] for my time. I entertain, converse with, and bestow companionship to my clients, and ensure that they have only a positive, enlightening and joyful experience when they are with me.

[ another polite smile. ]

If there is, perhaps, someone here who could show me some of the...finer institutions that the city has to offer that might be more suited to my personal tastes, I would be most grateful. Thank you.

effective

[Katniss has a few healing cuts and scraps from Zombie Adventures, but she's clean and apparently recently showered, judging by the wet braid slung over one shoulder. She sits in her chair with her legs pulled up to her chest, ready to leap from it if she needs to. Her bow and quiver are visible in the background]

I want to hunt. Is there anywhere I can do that, or does this turtle have some kind of moral objection to things other than us being killed on its back?

[There's a long pause, and she almost reaches out to end the post before she remembers something] Animals. I want to hunt animals. Nothing else. That's all.

howherolls

[ a haggard looking young man sits on a bed, his hands wringing together over and over again as he speaks. There's a hollowness to his stare, and he takes a little longer than most between his sentences, thoughtfully ]

I was working...on having responsibilities again. I baked bread starting at four in the morning until noon. At noon I fed the geese. Depending on the day, I might have free time after that, but by dinner I helped Katniss cook and I would dead-head the flowers in the garden.

The schedule...helped.

[ his hands spasm erratically for a moment, then still as Peeta clenches his jaw ]

And now I'm here. [ he offers a tight smile ] And that means I'm not feeding geese and the garden's not going anywhere anytime soon. Not to mention there's a possible deer overpopulation problem in District Twelve.

[ he sighs ]

So there go my responsibilities. And schedule. I guess this serves as a fair warning for you all.

traumatizing

[Anyone's who's spoken to Terry over the network before might note that he looks a lot more comfortable on video than he usually does. (The key is knowing what you're talking about instead of awkwardly trying to talk to strangers.) He's just chillin' in his suite - sans jacket, even! - looking all calm and junk and using his Professional Adult voice.]

So, uh. [gesture] I'm going to cut to the chase. My name is Terry Ward, I'm a therapist and I'm setting up a free service - I realise some people might find this unnecessary or pointless, but all things considered I'm inclined to disagree.

[everyone feel free to point out he looks about 17 and not nearly old enough to be a therapist]

I specialise in fears, anxieties and emotional trauma, though before I got here I was working for the 50 State Initiative, which was a program backed by the... active Avengers for the purpose of training people with powers in the responsible use of those powers. As a result, I've got a lot of experience with grief counselling and helping people deal with being somewhere they really don't want to be.

Like I said, it'll be free - although if you happen to feel like donating, the money will go to my boss, who's kindly letting me have the room in exchange for some overtime here and there. I'll be based out of [building in the Earth District, it has it's own door in the back so you don't have to worry about going through the store or anything like that.

It's also, as most of you would probably assume, entirely confidential unless I have reason to believe you're a danger to yourself or anyone else.

[this is where a reassuring smile would go if Terry was that kind of person, but instead he clasps his hands together and nods briefly as if to say "yes I think those are all the things I wanted to say."]

Thanks for your time.

[fingerguns]

[... stares at his hands...] I'm sorry I don't... know why I just did that.

Anway, I guess if you've got any questions, I can answer them.

sharpes

note to all the newcomers:

you are really not more important than the rest of us, fyi. and demanding answers? is pretty dumb. because if we had them do you seriously think we'd still be here?

yeah.

thanks for playing. feel free to link this to any n00bs past or present, because some people seriously need a wake-up call.

oh yeah and welcome to the jungle or something.

- anonymous.

district7

[The feed turns on to a pair of brown eyes staring into the camera and after some time and a bit of fiddling, pans out to show a young woman, knees folded underneath her as she sits in her suite. Her hair is a mess, partially because of the sea water, partially because it looks as if she lost a fight with a barber. There's no symmetry to her hair, no order and if you are the type who pays attention to details, you may notice the cause might have something to do with those strangely patterned burns on her face, leading up into her scalp.

There's an eery smile on her lips, not one born of cheer or goodwill. In fact, she looks anything but happy, a subtle anger only seen in the repeated motion of her fists squeezing until her knuckles go white then relaxing, yet that smile still remains.]

I guess expecting the escorts here to be more helpful than they were back home was a waste. I don't know about the rest of you, but if I hear "that's the Emperor's business" one more time, I might scalp someone. [A joke, mostly. She's weaponless currently but like hell would she ever admit to it.] So, anyone going to tell us why we're really here? Or do I need to get an audience with this emperor guy after all? I'm retired but if they're wanting a show, giving me something better to work with would be a nice change of pace from useless.

ironwood

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Tu Shanshu

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FAIL FILTER; To Aisha, Dean, Fenris, Connor & Castiel | video

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13A04 [AUDIO]

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004 ♆ video

o3 ♐ video

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001; Video | Off my lawn you hipsters

o2 ♆ video//joint post with annabeth

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text | english; anonymous

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