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Some training retreat, first I get shanghaied climbing a mountain…now this? [Technology, oh why technology!?] This is…not normal…you have to be a magician to work one of these things…

[As the video cuts on a youngish girl, perhaps in her mid teens can be seen fiddling around with the computer almost as if it were some kind of death trap, or worse…in this case technology does seem to be worse than a death trap.

After several moments devoted to playing with the camera, a camera intent on catching her in various odd angles…most of them are probably not very flattering given the faces she’s currently pulling…she surrenders. It'll be what it'll be apparently.

Judging by her attire, which consists of a basic karate uniform and a black belt, she must be some kind of martial artist…either that or a vagrant.]

Gah…this thing is evil and it must be destroyed…[her blatant irritation is followed by a huff]…where’s Ami-chan when you need her, this is supposed to be her area of expertise. Oh well, at least it’s on and that should count for something.

[Yes turning the computer on is a personal triumph. You must learn to see the positive in the negative.]

I hope I’ve got this set up right otherwise I’m going to look awfully stupid just talking to myself…well…if I am talking to myself no one else would know so that’s a moot point…[oh right…she’s on the air…or whatever. She’ll just straighten herself up abruptly]…konnichiwa! I guess an introduction is proper social conduct, huh? My name is Kino Makoto, but you can call me Mako-chan, or just Mako…I’m not all that picky.

[A beat]

So, I guess I'll get to the point…[she’ll go ahead and scratch the back of her head nervously]…well I know that several things were explained to me when I got here, though I’m still not sure exactly how I got here. I’m trying to digest it all…ah…I guess what I’m asking is for is any more information, whatever you got, or if you just want to say "hi," I’m fine with that too! I’m actually trying to keep myself grounded until I can get my bearings straight…

littlecousin

[Nita has been uncharacteristically absent from, well, everything lately, because she's been curled up on the couch having an identity crisis. But now she's on the network! She looks fine, if disgruntled. Unusually for her, she's posting from a console cafe, in Fire Sector if the view behind her is anything to go by.]

Uh. Can someone come get me? I can't navigate on the ground.

[Yeah, she managed to wander, on foot, as far from her apartment as it's possible to be and still be in Keeliai, and she's finally given up on finding her own way home because everything looks the same. Good job, Nita.]

wallcrawler

[So, normally, Pete was more than willing to respect the level of semi-secrecy that Batgirl--well, one of them, anyway--had been careful to set up for the young super-team she'd been putting together.

However, considering how bad things were getting now with the power loss? He was willing to put that aside for the moment. Especially with all the new supers who'd shown up since he last checked in. He only knew of a small handful of confirmed cases, but frankly? He was beginning to suspect that the odds were good that anyone coming from a place that had superheroes happened to be one. Or at least have powers of some kind. So a blind broadcast seemed more than worth the risk.]

I'm gonna go ahead and spare you guys the whole "help, help, my powers are missing" thing, and just get right to the point. Yes, I know it's happening to a lot of us, and I know some of us are having minor existential crises over it. I'm not here about that part of it. Besides, certain people way more photogenic than myself already got that covered. Me, I'm more concerned about what we're gonna do next. Kinda like that space-case we picked up a while back.

[Oh god don't hate him Kirk and Spock it's just the Spidey persona talking]

I know plenty of us younger Turtle-nauts had special powers, or experience dressing up in snazzy outfits to go around fighting the bad guys back home. And I definitely know not all of us are used to working with other people. But for those of us who are still kinda new at this, or just happen to be young enough we haven't had time to create seventeen different contingency plans for this particular scenario. So I think we should pool our efforts, and do whatever we can to make sure we don't get ourselves killed.

Especially because in my experience? Bad things on this scale tend to be followed by more bad things. And bad people getting a little more confident. So let's follow the lead of that rocket jockey and start figuring out what kind of skills we can all bring to the table. If you're up for it, let me know. The sooner we can get together and start helping each other out, the better.

[At least if anybody got too upset, he could always brush this off as organizing in the wake of the power loss. Which was technically true, so it wasn't like he'd be outright lying about this little recruitment drive.]

[ooc note: anyone paying attention to things like location broadcast, etc., would notice this is coming from Pete's home console. He'll be more than happy to ~~lie about~~ explain that too, considering even though reconstruction has started, the place is still pretty thoroughly destroyed. Never know who could creep in.]

faceofthe4

[Johnny's sitting awkwardly in front of the console in his suite.]

Why is no one freaking out about this? From the sounds of it, all of our powers are gone. Just like that. [He snaps. No flame appears. He throws his hands up in frustration.]

Seriously. There should be alarms going off. People should be taking blood samples and looking at ours cells. Someone should be creating some sort of system to track different.. I don't know.. thermal.. geo.. radio... something. Is it a sun spot? Aliens? We have no idea, because we're all sitting around trying.

Something's coming. Great. That might be the cause, but if it's not? We should probably figure this whole no-powers thing out before it gets here.

[He looks down at his hand and shakes it, as one might shake a Nintendo controller when the game glitches. He stops shaking it. Nothing happens.]

Oh COME ON!

raptorcanaria

[Dinah looks as cheerful as usual, despite a rough edge to her voice and a habit of humming in the back of her throat as she talks.]

Hey everyone. I hope you're all feeling okay. Or as well as you can given the circumstances.

So, I realize that I didn't really introduce myself properly to the people who don't know me back home. My name's Dinah, and I've been hanging around people with superpowers most of my life, so I understand how stressful it can be when they malfunction.

[You'd almost think she didn't have a superpower of her own to lose.]

If anyone's feeling stressed or helpless, I'm available to teach self defense techniques and to work on your baseline strength and stamina. Just let me know, okay?

[She pauses for a second, wondering if she can work out how to encrypt it to her friends, realizes she can't, and ends the post there.]

alpha_squad_leader

I know there's a lot going on right now but a few days ago, Jack gave me an idea I thought we could use. I got a hold off some of the debris from the buildings that got wrecked by the stuff that crashed from space and put together a pair of basketball hoops. I set them up here in the Earth Sector so if anyone wants to get in a game, just bring a ball. [He gives the address of the building nearest the makeshift court.]

I figured it could help a little, give people something to do to help relax. I'm going to head out there later today if anyone wants to play.

[45% Encryption to: Pepper Potts]

[Victor takes a deep breath and puts on a more serious expression now.] Ms. Potts, I need to ask a favor. Could we meet somewhere to talk? Preferably somewhere private?

backwordscompatible

[The first thing to note is that Zatanna's latest appearance on the Network isn't coming from her usual address; it was coming from Kyle's. In fact, a second glimpse at the video itself made it pretty obvious that she wasn't in her suite. The layout was very distinctly Fire District residence, and the room she currently resided in looked...lived-in. Very lived-in.]

[Despite all this--and the faint circles beneath her eyes betraying her fatigue--there is a mischievous gleam in her eye and a smirk tugging at her lips as she addresses her audience in her usual playful manner.]

I think I'm being held hostage.

Send help.

Or at least a can of Febreze.

[She's exaggerating. Slightly.]

Current Location: FI-3C

tactile_telekinesis

[So Kon has recovered for the most part, he just can't be bothered to do his usual video broadcasts.]

So I guess I can scratch 'being possessed' of my bucket list. Sorry if I hurt anyone. [It's easier to pretend he doesn't remember seeing what he did. Mostly to kedan though. And it's better than doing this over video because then no one can see any twitches that happen when he lies. Or you know, in case the twitches do happen.

He sighs.]

It is over, right? I mean those things are gone enough to not bother us? Kinda lame that they were pretty immune to physical contact though. I've looked and not really seen anything.

fearlessherosheart

[So, this transmission shows a well-dressed (if looking like she fell out of a Renfaire) woman with slightly pointed ears, one who is tall enough that her head is partially cut off in the video image. The undersized bag of groceries confirm that this isn't a matter of sitting too close to the console.]

This cannot be a week’s worth of provisions. It is hardly worth a day or two. Perhaps an Easterner or one of these kedan could live on this, but they are small, so clearly must eat less. Bah, everything here is undersized and cramped.

[Also, someone should really break it to her that a local week is seven days, not five as it is in Tazendra's home country. Before the shopkeepers do.]

One would think that the kedan would spend less time providing us with these sorcerous message devices, and in being ill-mannered to their guests, and more in arranging proper food supplies and their preparation. Cracks in the Orb, it cannot be that difficult to prepare bread. I have seen Srahi or Mica perform the task a thousand times.

Only, I haven't the faintest idea what is the first step. Ah, but I have been sending a message, so perhaps someone will offer their services?

tactile_telekinesis

[His hair is messed up in a way that doesn't suggest he's just been lazy or just woke up from a nap. There's a small cut on his bottom lip that looks more than a day old, but it isn't and he looks pissed off in general.]

This is getting ridiculous. So I went to my job like usual, right? Course, I gotta pay digs, but I get the boot. Something about looking bad because of what I am.

Add on to that, the fact I can take a little bit more of a beating means the game's on and all your buddies are invited for a round of, Punch the Foreigner in the Face.. Not that it lasted long or anything but, damn it, they caught me off guard.

So are we planning on doing anything about this? Actually, has anything been said about it by them? Y'know Evandau and the Emperor, not like they'll do anything, right?

I'm fine and everything, but there's obviously others talking about the same things happening that aren't at as much of an advantage?

[He licks at the lip and then huffs out a sigh, leaning back in his chair.]

Anyone got a job on the go that I could take off your hands?

jacketswag

[Witness one black eye, two splinted fingers, several exciting bruises, various superficial cuts. There's a big old nick in his leg, too, but nobody gets to see that because Guy's sitting down. Lounging, even.]

[Dramatic entrance. He's making one. Or a dramatic second entrance, anyway.]

I gotta ask if that's how all newcomers are treated. That whole song-and-dance about In Between? Not that I ain't heard weirder, I've heard weirder. But it's up there.

There oughta be something more than a hayride, though. Where's the feasting? Where's the celebration of my glorious arrival? I gotta tell you, I am not impressed.

faceofthe4

[There's a pause before Johnny's face appears on the screen, bent over to press the buttons. Once he confirms that the screen is on, he straightens and makes sure he's in frame, wearing very basic clothes.]

Aw, Reed. You shouldn't have! It's a little small, but I admit, I like what you've done with the place.

[He waits a beat, as if Reed might actually respond.]

There are two obvious possibilities for why I'm here. One, the Emperor is a crazed fan who abducted me to find out if The Torch is really as hot as they say he is – I am, by the way – or, two, I'm actually dead, they're lying to me, and I have a motorcycle and a pile of women waiting for me somewhere.

[A split-second pause.] I'll tell you what. If it's the first option? You can come find me. If it's the second, let me know and I'll come find you. Until then? This Fire Sector is like home, sweet home.

Johnny out.

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