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[Maybe he's being overly cautious, but Tim isn't entirely sure if he's still in the Unternet and thus the city is just some trick, and so he chooses to make his first entry on the cities network text only. His decision is further bolstered by the uniform stowed away - the uniform further complicating the location decision. If he wasn't in the Unternet, then logically he shouldn't have that uniform. Still, Tim knows at least how find if he has any allies in this unknown city - virtual world or not.]

Well. That was a pretty rude awakening. I'm not used to waking in the tub surrounded by strangers. I mean, sure the tour of the city was different and the welcome pamphlet is a nice touch. But I'm not a huge fan of waking up in some fantasy movie and being told I'm going to fight some big bad evil. I'm not really the hero type. Heck, I haven't even had my morning coffee. Oh! Name's Todd Richards. Don't suppose anyone here has heard of Star City? Or knows where to get that coffee? [That should pique the interest of anyone familiar with his dimension. And the name should alert any close allies...]

lookedtothestars

[When the feed turns on, both Jor-El and Shockwave are in view. Shockwave is smiling the same smile as always, bursting with the usual amount of energy. Jor-El’s expression is sedate.]

Hello Keeliai. I am Shockwave. Jor-El [A gesture to the man standing to Shockwave’s left] and I wish to announce the creation of Wayne Enterprise’s Science Division in the Metal Sector.

It has been in the process of being readied for some time [the equipment they felt needed wasn’t on the turtle; it took time to build the tools needed to build more advanced equipment] but now we feel it is sufficiently equipped to bring others on.

Everyone is welcome if you have even the slightest wish to help us, or help increase the level of technology in Keeliai as a whole. We’re currently looking into alternatives for the consoles - but there’s any number of projects.

[It’s a very large space they’ve set up in, with a very open floor space and high ceiling. Shockwave was insistent on the latter.]

While a background in or familiarity with the sciences or engineering would be preferable, it will not be necessary. We are willing to accommodate anyone willing to learn.

That’s all for now, but if there’s anyone with any questions - feel free to ask. Thank you for your time.

[And with another bright smile from Shockwave and a slight nod from Jor-El, the feed ends.

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 )

unetrustworthy

[Midii had a very specific reason for addressing the Network today. One which, in her usual fashion, she delivered simply, concisely, and to-the-point:]

I want to learn how to use encryptions.

[...actually, she wanted to make it publicly known that somebody was 'teaching' her, so they wouldn't realize she already knew. So she could start using, should the time come when she found herself wanting to privatize her conversations. But, as she could only navigate up 50%, learning how to strengthen her privacy would help even more.]

mrsarcastic003

[The feed opens with... red hair. Which immediately slides out of the way to provide a view of Tim, lying flat on his back on the floor with Zatanna sitting on top of him.

Shaking. Because Tim is actually vibrating.]

Damnit, Tim, stop vibrating already. That feels weird!

I can't stop! That's the problem!

[Bart's cranky voice comes from right next to the camera.] That one time I couldn't stop, Cissie freaked me out of it by saying she loved me.

[Zatanna turns toward him.] ...This better not be another less than subtle hookup attempt. Because I haven't even said that to DICK. Forget Tim.

No, it's not. I was serious. I vibrated the team through a wall, and I couldn't figure out how to stop. I normally don't bring anything else through.

[Tim's quick headshake is a blur and his speech comes out a few hairs too fast.] Wouldn't work I know better.

[There is a long pause before anyone speaks, and then finally Bart breaks the silence.] Tim. I love you.

[Zatanna stares in obvious surprise.]

Yes I know Bart.

[Zatanna starts to smirk, still seated cross-legged on Tim's stomach.] Do you want to switch places, Bart? Because I can leave if you two need some alone time.

NO, ZEE. There is no alone time.

So you do want to switch places.

[Bart's tone is slightly annoyed.] I was only trying to surprise him, but he'd have that figured out even if his brain wasn't faster than any computer.

Plus you just mentioned the time Cissie did that.

[An object flies in Tim and Zatanna's direction, and bounces off her shoulder.] OW! BART YOUR AIM IS HORRIBLE!

YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE MY AIM IS NOT HORRIBLE! THIS IS BECAUSE I HAVE LONGER ARMS!

[Tim snickers from his position on the floor until Zatanna picks up the object and smacks him with it.] Hey!

Oh-- This thing is on?! [The feed cuts out.]

[OOC: Backdated to the night before Bart is babyfied.]

backinakidflash

[Bart has gotten clothes that fit and has finished internally flipping out enough that he can handle making a console post. He saw how crazy the posts had been earlier, and he was so not up for that. ]

Anyone who points out the obvious and says omigod you're older will be ignored until I figure out how to ban them.

[um. Maybe he's still not all that up for it.]

Has everyone been accounted for? I know a lot of people are in a tizzy right now, but... there's people I haven't seen in the past 24 hours, and I really want to make sure there's no 9 month olds crawling into a well.

[There's a little cringe at the thought.]

Sorry for the mental image. In other news, I'm thinking of teaming up with Dick to make chili cheese dogs. Anyone have suggestions for meat and preservative substitutes?

( [Privates to Dinah, Barry, Kon, Tim, and Hayley] )

backwordscompatible

[It was around two hours after sunrise when it happened.]

[Zatanna had been up early, as usual, and through her usual morning routine. A stroll through the sector. Stopping off at her favorite cafe for a cup of tea. Waving at a few other regulars in the area. Checking the rooftops...just in case.]

[By the time she made it back to her room, she was in good spirits. The weather was chilly, but she didn't mind. It actually felt pretty good. Hanging her jacket up, she absently rubbed at her arms as she grabbed one of the books she had been reading and settled on her living room couch. Head against the arm rest. Feet propped up over the back. She was about halfway through. Impressive, considering she could only actually read a handful of the words.]

[She turned the page, and sat upright.]

[Huh. This one was actually...interesting. The circles in the diagram were familiar. She'd used something similar to help the younger Robin with his slug problem some time back. And the words written underneath...]

[She tried to read them aloud. Nothing happened. Then, on a whim, she tried them backwards.]

[The last of the words barely left her lips when a sudden gust of wind burst from the very pages, throwing her back. Like a silent sonic boom. Spreading far and wide. Beyond the walls of her apartment. It knocked the wind out of her, but only for a moment. She recovered soon after, holding a hand to her head as she slowly got up.]

['What was that?']

[Then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.]

['...oh...']

[VIDEO]

[Around half an hour after the residents of the Turtle experienced a strange ripple effect, Zatanna appears over the Network. Looking a little...uh...]

[...definitely not fifteen years old.]

So...the good news is that I figured out what happens when you read a kedan spell backwards. [yay?]

['The bad news is that I have no idea how to reverse it.']

[...]

['...my bad?']

((ooc: Aaaaand Mis-Spell has begun!))

aloneintheuniverse

[The video opens on a young teen in a grey sweatshirt, fiddling with a small metal object in his fingers.]

Um, hi? My name is Clark. [He stares for a moment, like he almost expects a response, then frowns at himself.] Right.

I wanted to know, if my parents are here, am I allowed to see them? The people in the cart wouldn't say. And it's just, I think my mom might get worried?

And, if I can ask, what are they gonna do to us here? I was expecting to be experimented on or something when I got abducted by aliens, not to get my own apartment with a computer and everything.

Maybe I've said too much.

cowled

Well, that was... quite the event, now wasn't it? I'd like to extend my thanks to anyone that helped clear out the infestation of those little creatures.

[Bruce tosses the camera a disarming smile, pushes a fountain pen out of the view of the camera. There's a slight shift in his demeanor, the sort that few people would be able to recognize much less understand. Batman has just hung up his Bruce Wayne hat.]

I'd actually like to address a matter that concerns us all. I notice there've been considerable tensions lately between the metahuman or powered individuals and those who are more commonly considered 'baseline'. It's my understanding that we're all here to help this world inasmuch as we can regardless of our abilities or beliefs. As with all things, there is always the potential for those with power to abuse that power, but it's my belief that the majority of individuals here deserve our trust equally as much as our respect.

[You owe him for this one, Clark. He coughs, and then brightens.]

Also, it's my understanding that the first wave of Foreigners began arriving a year and four days ago. I know many of you are missing your friends, your families, and others may have those friends or families with you. For better or worse, this place has been a prison, a home, a second chance to a variety of people, many of which are no longer with us. The community we've created here has been strong and each obstacle we've encountered we've overcome, together. And together is the only way we can move forward.

[He folds his hands on the desk in front of him, gives the camera a firm nod.]

On that note, Wayne Enterprises is always hiring, and my pharmecutical branch is available for anyone missing medications from their respective homes, so if you've any interest in working for or speaking with the longest-standing foreigner-run business on Tu Vishan, my office is in the Metal Sector, and I'm available between six AM and noon on Mondays and Tuesdays. Thank you for your time, Keeliai.

wingedwarrior

[It's about midday when Shayera turns on the comm, sitting in the comforts of her suite in the Earth Sector. Her expression is her default serious, and her overall demeanor shows she means business, despite feeling a tad unusual about making a public appearance that's not in person. But that aside, she knows that she has something that needs to be said, and a little awkwardness isn't going to stop her.] My name is Shayera Hol. Most of you probably don't know me, but that's not the point here. I'm here to talk about training for self-defense in battle.

[She leans back in her chair to get comfortable, arms crossed as she speaks.] I know there's been a few other posts about this, but having more offers doesn't hurt things. A-- [There's a brief hesitation as she decides which word best describes Kyle. He said family, but... she never agreed to that.] friend of mine brought it to my attention that there are people here who need to know how to fight. There's things here that can kill, and people should be prepared to defend themselves against them should the need arise. I'm a pretty competent fighter, so don't worry about me knowing what I'm doing.

[Then there's the fact that there's teenagers here, and they're really going to need help unless they have some form of fighting on their own.] Even if you have your own powers or whatnot, knowing how to fight is still crucial. I'd be willing to help anybody out, so just give me a call, or come to my apartment, EA-2C. I'll be starting the lessons in a couple of weeks, if nothing unexpected pops up.

[filtered message to Captain James Kirk and Clara Oswald]

[Once that's been taken care of, she fixes up a filter to the two Kyle told her about.] The little ball of sunshine told me about you two in particular needing training, so don't expect to get out of it. If you've got any questions, feel free to drop by.

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. )

optout

[ A large man that could politely only be described as intense comes into view. Silence as he first, and almost with a sort of methodical intent, straightens the tie and lapels of his dark grey business suit before he makes any sign he means to address the network. The entire display, while mundane, feels scripted.

His voice is deep, and disarmingly calm. ]

My name is Orion Pax; I would introduce myself as former police captain but as this is neither my jurisdiction nor planet then you may simply know me as Orion. Making mention of this was relevant to me because I've found myself in something of a warzone.

Our hosts were kind enough to fill me in on the details with special mention to a series of catastrophes predating my arrival. While I have no intention of diminishing the accomplishments of foreigners who have put their necks out for this place in the past - I find it distressing this Emperor continues her unorthodox recruitment process when the worst has apparently already passed.

I would be grateful to any fellow foreigner willing to commiserate past and current events with an old cop. Thank you.

[ TEXT Encryption; 99% Unhackable ]

If you've gotten through these crude encryptions then I'm going to assume you're either one of mine, or coming from the other side of the fence.

If the former then, while you no longer are expected to answer to me directly, I would appreciate a head count.

If the latter? Well then we might have a problem.

(ooc: The text used is this made up bullshit )

outpatients

[ After plenty of debate, Rung has chosen to go with video for his first post. While it's entirely possible that there may be other cybertronians here, or races who are hostile to his kind, or perhaps even those who have never seen an alien before, he doesn't want his first impression on the community to be tinged by deception.

When the feed starts he smiles, stately brows rising slightly above his optics. To all appearances a humanoid robot, in shades of orange, tan, and teal, his demeanor is calm and pleasant as he addresses anyone watching. ]

Hello! It's a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Rung. I would like to be very upfront with you all: I am an alien, although I assure you I am entirely nonviolent toward all.

[ He straights up slightly, still friendly but now a touch more businesslike. ]

I realize that being taken from one's home and placed in an new, unfamiliar, environment can be quite taxing, and I hope that we can all help each other along as best we can. If you find yourself struggling, however, I would be more than happy to help you one-on-one.

I am a psychiatrist, among many other things, and I would like to offer my services to the general population. While I am trained in a non-human species, I believe I would be capable of applying my skills to all sentient races with behavior fairly analogous to my own. Considering this species gap, though, I would feel wrong requiring payment, so please consider this a free service until further notice.

[ His smile widens, bright and sincere. ]

Thank you very much for your time, and I wish you all the best.

lookedtothestars

[OOC: For the purpose of clarity, Jor-El’s speech and his actions are in red, and Kal-El and his actions are in blue. Additionally, all of the Kryptonians are currently being especially affected by the increasingly prolific tribbles and the effects they usually have on the nervous system. ]

[Standing in front of the camera, side by side, are two Kryptonians. They’re surrounded by tribbles in an Earth Sector suite. Those who know Kal-El know he always tries to have a smile on his face, but there's obviously something different about it now.

Maybe it's the way he can't help the little chuckles, as if he was doing something terribly amusing.]

Alright so, my father here- [A chuckle because guys he has a father] Asked me about my job, about what I do. And I thought it was a good idea to explain it to y'all, to explain what the Justice League does.

So let's start!

[Jor-El, in comparison to Kal-El, seems to be normal. Visibly smiling, and paying attention to his son. No chuckling going on here. Of course, it’s not normal at all if you compare his appearance here to the responses he was giving after his initial request on the network.

Something’s going on here.]

Yes, let’s.

The justice league is what we called our society, a group of heroes that got together to protect Earth from things we cannot fight on our own. We're like super friends! And there's a lot of us.

Alright so first, there is me. [Cue a tribble wearing a cape.] I'm Superman, or Kal-El. I am strong, fast-

-Wait. [Jor-El is looking at the tribble, and then Kal-El.] It cannot represent you.

Why not? It has a cape!

You’re not a tribble. You are also right here. There’s no need for one to represent you. [He sounds completely serious.]

Well... okay. [And off goes the tribble through the window.] I am Kal-El. I save people, and I like to fly. Next is Batman! [This tribble has a mask attached at random, they couldn't find the eyes.] He is also not a tribble.

What’s a bat? [This is a perfectly reasonable question.]

It's a terran mammal! And they fly. But Batman doesn't fly, he just punches bad guys.

Do bats attack people? [Why would people keep around an animal like that.]

No. Not... Usually? Dunno, he's a weird guy. Let's move on... to Aquaman! [This tribble is inside some kind of fish tank, oh dear.] He is a king. He controls seas and oceans. And he talks to fish!

[Going from the lack of surprise, Jor-El was probably complicit in the acquisition of the aquarium. He seems to be reconsidering it, however.] Kal-El, don’t these need to breathe?

Arthur doesn't need to breathe underwater, don't be silly, Father. Next is Green Lantern! [In case you didn't guess, there’s a group of four tribbles painted green.] There are a lot of them and they fly in SPACE. [Pshooow tribble out the window again, Kal-El ignores it.] They are like the space cops.

Are they also based on Earth?

They are based on the rainbow, they have all the colors. But I like the green ones the most. [Apparently he shows his love by throwing another 'green' tribble out.

This non-answer gets a nod from Jor-El.]

Next...oooh Wooonder Woman! She is also very strong and...

[As Kal keeps on talking, a tribble falls in front of the screen. And then another, and another- and you know how it goes. When the feed ends, Kal didn't seem to have noticed or care and kept on talking.]

lookedtothestars

[As the video feed begins, a figure sits down in front of it, which means the video feeds the middle of a blue suited torso, moving up to a very familiar crest with what to most appears to be the curving shape of an ‘S’ resting above the sternum, up past the shoulders which are framed by a cape, and then, finally, a salt and pepper bearded, somewhat older face framed by brown hair, with bright blue eyes on the camera. If you were expecting someone else, you are sadly mistaken.

He also appears to be having a bit of a hard time breathing. But it's not readily apparent. His whole face doesn't really appear to be all that expressive.]

I am Jor-El of Krypton.

[He sounds somewhat breathy in an unhealthy way.]

I would appreciate medical assistance, or a way to contact anyone who could provide medical assistance.

[There, the video ends. Straight to the point.]

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