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[the screen turns on to reveal Carlos in his ever-present lab coat, pushing his glasses up his nose as he nervously grins at the screen]

I believe this is the point where introductions are in order, so...my name is Carlos and I am a scientist. I am not of this world, but from what I have been told neither are any of you. I'll need to run some surveys on that later - scientifically speaking, other worlds are very exciting. I mean, I'm here in a world where an entire city can be built on the back of a giant turtle the size of - well I don't know what size yet, I'll need to run some tests, or maybe just find an accurate map - but it's got to be at least the size of Rhode Island! There are just so many rules of physics that this thing must be breaking! Like, how does a turtle that large even float? And that's just in this world, I can't even begin to hypothesise about what else might be...

[Carlos coughs, suddenly remembering that this is actually the time for introductions, and figuring out what on earth (or in this case, what on turtle) he is meant to be doing next, and not time for Science]

Um. Yes. But I can figure that all out later, I'll need time to organise a proper survey questionnaire anyway. In the meantime - this is me, hello [Carlos waves quickly], and I would really appreciate it if someone could tell me where to get food, groceries, that sort of thing. Also is all of this [Carlos waves around him to indicate the place he's been set up in] something paid for, or am I going to need to pay this all back? I meant to ask, but I kind of got distracted with all of my questions about the turtle.

Also I...I realise this is a long shot, but the last otherworldly universe I got stuck in had this fantastic wifi, and I didn't have to worry about my phone's battery dying either. Which meant being stuck in a desert that was not of this world wasn't so bad, because I could still ring home. That...that's not going to be possible here, is it? I mean, obviously if time is not passing in my world then there is no time in which anyone will be able to answer the phone, but I...I just thought I'd check. Just in case.

tactile_telekinesis

[Okay so to some people, there’s a fairly familiar face on the screen. Familiar in a couple of senses, one being that he might look like a younger version of someone already here ~~hurrhurr that’s funny~~. Two would be from the mis-spell adventures from months ago. Conner’s not able to fit in any of the clothes stored in his room, so he’s still in his black t-shirt with the red S-shield that might help with the whole ‘familiar’ thing.]

I’ve ran in to a massive problem. This? [He pinches his shirt and then lets go.] Is the only thing that fits me now.

This is still so weird. So uh, hey I’m Con-uh yeah, Kon.

tactile_telekinesis

[For anyone close to him, or that knows him, they'll have noticed that he was gone. Vanished for a few days with no sign of him at all. But he's back on the network and scratching at his nose.]

So the ride from the palace is better than getting' fished out the sea, that's for sure. I don't get why we even arrived in the ocean to begin with.

[He pauses and looks a little thoughtful as he looks around his suite.] Guess I wasn't gone for that long, huh? I mean, it doesn't feel like it was and it doesn't look like I was going by the network.

Always thought if I left this place and came back it'd be a bigger gap between it. Guess the turtle ain't so bored of me yet.

So what'd I miss? Anythin' interesting?

tactile_telekinesis

From now on I'm gonna do my best to stop myself from totally falling for a girl. Things never really play out. Either they vanish only for me to see them again as an empty shell to then show up here again just like they were before, only they don't remember me, or they just up and disappear. Both are kind of a bummer to happen.

Uh, Ororo's gone. Everything's just gone, all her stuff, her.

So, this is like the worst ever. Loads of people have been disappearing lately. Think it's got to do with Eshai?

chittybang

[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.

tactile_telekinesis

[So Kon has had a busy few weeks and there's been more ups and downs than he'd like to ever go through ever again. But he's pulling through, so hooray for the little miracles that happen!

There's the added bonus of Krypto being on screen as well, with his head resting on the desk. Kon's petting him with one hand and the other holds up one of the talismans they all got at Christmas.]

So hey, anyone want this? I'm kinda not really a talisman kinda guy to be honest and I think Krypto might swallow it if I try to play fetch. He's more of a tree kinda guy any way.

dracobin

[It is well past nightfall when Temeraire appears on the network, his expression exhausted and his posture hunched.

He has spent the bulk of the day flying, trying to dull his--well, it cannot be called grief, when he did not know the Emperor well enough for that, but it must be something close, surely. One cannot win wars without a few losses of one's own, but this is a price unfairly paid: something stolen and not captured on the field of combat. It is the gravest offense imaginable, for a dragon, and there is as much rumbling anger in his voice as there is sorrow when he speaks.]

Given recent events, there is little point in delaying the matter any longer. I do not know what form our enemy will take when it comes to us, but we must be prepared for any possibility, especially now that Eshai's power can no longer keep it at bay.

To that end, I am announcing the formation of the Keeliai Aerial Corps. There is little point in formation-flying when we cannot predict our enemy's movements, but at the very least those of us who can fly must grow used to flying together, and those of us who can fight must be prepared to do so under any circumstances.

Pray provide your name if you are interested; we will meet once a week at the very least, for target-practice and drills, and we might discuss tactics, and new technologies, as well.

If it brings an army with it, we will at least not be caught unawares.

[corresponding OOC signup thread here!]

backinakidflash

[The feed picks up as a crate of comics book is slammed down on the desk by one Bart Allen, who is grinning like the Cheshire Cat. It's like Christmas. It's better than Christmas. It's better than every holiday rolled into one, and Bart can barely keep in frame, because he cannot stand still with this much excitement. Whether he's bouncing on his heels or buzzing with energy is unclear, but, if anyone had ever wondered what would happen if you gave a speedster espresso, he's doing a pretty good imitation.]

Guysguys you are not going to believe what they had at one of the auctions. BillyKonBarry! You guys have to come over and see these.

[Bart reaches into the crate and pulls out a comic book. It looks like it's from the 1960s or earlier, and those who would recognize it can clearly see that this book is a Flash comic, featuring Jay Garrick as the Flash.]

This is awesome! There's got to be hundreds of these and I've never read any of them and SOMEONE has to come lock them up somewhere I can't get at them and only give me one a day. 2 a day. OK. Three a day, but I don't wanna burn through them all because some of them aren't in the best shape and if I read them all now what am I gonna do tomorrow??

( OOC Note )

superieure

[ Monet is seated, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, lips curled into a smile, immaculately dressed as always, regarding the camera with a critical eye. In front of her is a chessboard, all set out for a game. She’s chosen black, so white faces the viewer. ]

I require an opponent.

bludhavenknight

[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

[ooc: Action is absolutely welcome.]

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 )

tactile_telekinesis

Lame.

[Kon's leaning forward and propping his head up with his hand, cheek a little smooshed, flicking something off the desk that can't be seen.]

I know it's been a few days since the whole magical mix up's been sorted but...it's mega lame when you wake up and you remember that you're not as strong as you grow up to be.

Been here for over a year and...well I haven't noticed my clothes getting too small or anything. Y'know, don't see any changes. Don't feel any changes either.

[He brings his other arm up, the one not holding his head up, and flexes.]

See that? That's like half the size they were last week.

[He lets out a sigh and sits up straighter before leaning back in his chair.]

Okay, there was actually a point to making this. Not that. Anyone got a job going? I'll do anything. I'm a great people person, I'm pretty strong yadda yadda, the usual self selling spiel people do when they need a job. Still got one but I need more to do before I become a total slob, only reason I haven't right now is there's no TV here. Small mercies, huh?

sophos

[Annabeth had every intention of making this as normal and casual as possible. But she was already vaguely grumpy (far from even okay yet, really), another friend is potentially gone, and she had to practically throw Percy into the living room to avoid using him as an extra cushion in front of the console. Not that any visual evidence is there, since she opts for audio. Still, her tone is abormally curt and flat and teetering on exhausted.]

So - I've been here over a year now, and I'm pretty sure the number of people who can say the same has dwindled. A lot. I'm just kind of wondering who else is... left. From the very start of this particular wave of the whole "Eshai summoning people" thing. [Wow ok sounding super annoyed at Eshai's general existence right now, too.] Gang wars, attempted executions, all that fun stuff. [y do u sound so blasé about all that.]

[There's a short stretch of silence, and her voice goes even more flat, a carefully constructed neutral.] And if - it's relevant, to people who knew her, I'm fairly certain Doctor Soranik Natu isn't... in Keeliai anymore. [since there's debate over what happens, exactly, to those who disappear, she can't really bring herself say 'went home'.] I had a meeting with her today, and she didn't show, nor was she at her suite. It's really unlike her. That kind of complete disappearance usually means one thing. [Which she's already implied and if you didn't pick up on that too bad!!!]

[And she's done. So uh AWKWARDLY AND ABRUPTLY ENDS THE FEED.]

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] )

hackingyoursensors

So I've been here almost a year and I'm wondering if the Emperor hands out anniversary souvenirs. [Something in his heart twists when he says 'souvenirs,' but it doesn't show. He misses Wally more than he can say.] Like maybe "I was ripped from my reality and put on the back of a magical turtle to fight mystic evil and all I got was this stupid t-shirt." Or a mug that says "#1 captive."

[He's trying to pass it off as light joking, but people who know him well can tell there's a tinge of bitterness in there.]

[But ignore that because here comes the mock-drama!]

Anyway, that's not why I'm talking to you all today. After almost a year, I've finally done it.

[He holds up a pair of chopsticks holding what seems to be some nice, gooey homemade mac 'n' cheese.]

Yes. I've successfully made mac 'n' cheese. More or less. A moment of silence for all of the noodles that sacrificed their delicious taste to my formerly-awful cooking.

[Dick pauses for a moment before popping the mac 'n' cheese in his mouth. But at least he has the manners to swallow before talking.]

So I'm ready for a new challenge. What are your favorite foods? I know most 21st century Earth food, but you might want to describe anything else. Oh, and I'll need a few metaphorical guinea pigs to help me taste-test.

[He specifies because there are some people who are of a prankster nature.]

hasthreefingers

This? [ Donna waves a hand to indicate the entirety of the turtle. The situation. Everything. ] Yeah. This. Not. Funny.

[ She sighs, and for a brief moment looks defeated. But then she squares her shoulders, tosses her red hair aside, and glares at the monitor. ]

Right. I'm looking for someone called the Doctor. I sort of figured that if I kept looking for weird stuff, I'd find 'im, only now I might be dead or sommat. And that means he has a lot to answer for.

Unless you're actually out there, Doctor. In which case...

No, you still have a lot to answer for, but you'd better do it in person!

Come on, Doctor. I've been looking for you long enough, and this is by far the weirdest place I've been. I mean, I'm walking. On a turtle. In a city. Built. On a turtle. You've gotta be here somewhere.

Oh. And as for the rest of you, hi. I'm Donna Noble, from Chiswick. London. England. Earth. [ This is new to her, obviously. She's only met a couple aliens, and they'd seemed to know about England, but you couldn't say that for all of 'em, could you? ] I apparently might have died before coming here. Or, you know, almost died. Anyway, lovely to meet you, I'm sure.

So...

Lovely weather we're having...

[ What does somebody even say when they've found themselves in some sort of weird, turtle-swimming afterlife? ]

tactile_telekinesis

So, anyone know where life's volume dial is? I need it to seriously get cranked down. I'm totally cool with noise, heavy beats and stuff but yikes not normal noises.

[Kon is looking incredibly uncomfortable, for more reasons than what has happened recently. Seriously, can he not catch a break. His face scrunches slightly and he rubs at his right ear.]

Plus side is, totally found my specs from back home. [He holds up his red visor and grins.]

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.

giveaway

( A sleepy Steph starts up the video, yawning a little before she takes her thumb off the camera to reveal herself. She's not messy or sloppy or anything like that, just yawning. Her voice is very matter-of-fact and she nods occasionally as she speaks to confirm how right her point is. )

Y'know I think this place needs to give newbies a warmer welcome. Hotels give you like coffee and maybe a fruit basket? We need that, waiting in our suite for us. Maybe with a cute message card saying something like, "Welcome to our city, and oh, remember you're stuck here! Have a mocha on us!" It's common courtesy to give folks some kind of compensation.

( She pauses. She's forgetting something, isn't she... Oh, right! )

Oh yeah, I'm Stephanie. Or Steph. Probably not Stephie. ( Bad memories associated with that one. ) Aaaand I really want a mocha. That actually sounds really good right now. Nice to meet you and especially nice to meet you if you know about a Turtlebucks close to the Wood Sector.

( Confirm her secret identity in this place as an ordinary and hilarious college student? Check. She honestly is seriously thinking about her situation, but for now she doesn't want that to show through as Stephanie Brown. Gotta be safe and all. )

I think that's everything? Laters.

skybluejeep

[A pair of big brown doe eyes are peering into the camera at extreme closeup, like he's trying to dive into the lens and spot people on the other side. Finally, the eyes pull back, and the video focuses on the rest of the face to go along with the eyes. It's a teenager, with a really weird and ambivalent expression on his face. In the background are his new digs, still shiny and new and clean, and obviously a suite in the Earth sector.]

Wow, okay. This Skype connection is weird, it says I'm on but it's not giving me any user names or pings or anything. It's either broken or I'm doing it wrong, either of which is possible, I guess.

Um.

Yeah, so, I'm Stiles, I'm seventeen, I'm new here and I'm apparently dead. Or something, maybe not. Gotta love that whole hot mess. I thought the afterlife was supposed to be a bit more, you know, well-defined and concrete. ...For an ethereal possibility that's never been proven, except on bad basic cable "Reality" shows.

[Oh, the sarcasm.]

Anyway. Okay, this is a long shot, but does the town name Beacon Hills mean anything to anybody here? Maybe? Beacon Hills, California? 94166? Yes? Holla at yo hometown. ...Please?

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