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[The feed turns on, the signal coming from Robert Lutece's console - and there he is, standing in front of the camera...in what appear to be Rosalind's clothes. They're a bit too small, and his waist is cinched in...he's got a corset on. Deadpan, he addresses the camera.]

Good evening. I am Robert Lutece.

I would just like to say...I am a complete buffoon. If I weren't so busy secretly wearing my sister's clothes while she isn't home, I might actually take a moment to listen to her. She's had a hard time of things during all this, and I haven't been nearly sensitive enough. I'm a complete idiot. Here I am, telling her to be more social...just so I can lark about at home.

I am...ashamed.

[Something is...not quite right here.]

candystriped

[ The feed is activated by something crashing into the console where Stocking has thrown it. Viewers may get a glimpse of a brassy coloured stand now bent out of shape, which was usually sitting in the background of her posts with a colourful bird perched upon it. The bird is nowhere to be seen and Stocking looks livid. ]

Someone come and take all this shit away! It's trash! It useless and I don't want it any more!

ifiwin

[Amusement is the best way to describe it, and perhaps that's because he's feeling a bit toned down after his arrival, something akin to jet-lag. The gears aren't turning as quickly as they usually are but in all honesty, they won't take too long to kickstart again. Lacking in rounded mental stability though, it's likely for the best that it's at the beginning of his arrival that he makes the choice to sit down in front of the console in one of the cafe's and do a little one-on-one with the rest of the populace. He's bruised on one side of his face and there is a bit of dried blood under his nose but he doesn't seem bothered.]

So this must be the social network of the lost and forgotten, the purgatory attendees, those once still living and those brought back to life like semi-intelligent zombies.

[Feet propped up on the table that the station was sat upon, he leaned back in the chair and gave a small role of his shoulders before crossing his arms, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he continued on, his voice calm and steady, because if anything for a kid, Gary is good at lying, good a putting on face--and this is one he wears often.] I guess we start with what really matters. Is it fight or flight? Individual people who feel that are the all knowing, self-important members of society spurring the group onwards or good old fashioned team work all around?

If you can't follow--the question is; what are the rules of the playing field around here? Are we split up into teams or is everyone going for the cliched one-big-happy family sort of deal? If it's the latter don't bother explaining, it'll just make this place immediately uninspiring.

michaeljangelo

[The feed that clicks to life belongs to Raphael, but he is no where to be seen.
In his place is a small green turtle. A small green turtle with his head fully retracted into his shell, for you see the flash of light that accompanied the powering on of the network console startled him. Eventually though, his little face peeks out from the relative safety of his shell.

He he slowly looks to the left.
Then he slowly looks to the right.

One by one his legs descend from inside the shell and he situates himself in such a way as to present his "best side." It's only when he's completely comfortable, and in the best possible light, that he lowers his shell back down to the desktop, cranes his neck fully from his shell, and levels a look at the camera.

He's looking at you.
Waiting for you to respond.]

fuzzyelf

[Kurt has spent some time looking over the network and thought about what it is he actually wanted to say. He's sat with one elbow perched on the desk area and a curious expression.]

Has anyone ever actually gotten beyond the barrier around the turtle? I know that people have gotten close and have apparently fallen unconscious, but has anyone attempted to jump beyond it?

[He leans back and leans further into the chair he's sat on.]

In theory, I should be able to get from our side to the other without much hassle. All I'd need to know is how far it takes before things happen to make people black out.

I know someone was talking about making a ship, sorry, I didn't catch your name, but if people do black out and if I can get through without anything happening, then I might be able to help people get through without losing consciousness. Assuming the reason for the ship was to also leave the shell and go beyond the barrier keeping us here.

I'd want to try it out before committing to anything.

kazilik

[Congratulations, foreigners, you're being treated to a screenful of anxious dragon snout. Iskierka looks rather paler than she did upon her arrival, and slightly tired. Once she is satisfied that this strange device is working, she settles back into her usual pile of loops and curls, ducking to avoid the ceiling.]

I do not know how much Temeraire has told you all of our world, but in the aerial corps, a dragon must have a crew. They are quite useful in a battle, they ride upon our backs and send signals and orders and that sort of thing, and stop us from being boarded. My captain is missing, but I should still like a crew, especially if we are to go about fighting creatures no-one knows anything about.

Pray let me know if you would like to be on it, in that case. I should prefer people with experience fighting, of course, and a physician if I might have one. I do not have my harness with me, but I can fit perhaps six people upon my back, if they have no objection to spikes and steam. I am called Iskierka, you may enquire with me if you wish to do so.

anything_it_takes

[You wanna play it this say, Raph? Taking surveys to prove a point? Fine. Let's play.

It's not about who cares - well okay, to be fair, that's the MAIN reason they developed such fine-tuned stealth skills in the first place. But that's not the only reason a ninja should stay hidden. With enemies who would probably not announce themselves first, who would see him and his brothers on the Network and then proceed to silently hunt them down one by one...

The last time the team faced Shredder, he nearly killed them all, starting with Leonardo himself; the memory of seeing the intent in Oruku's eyes while facing down his blade remained a deeply chilling moment. But now Leo's team is down by one, they're not always together and they can't just stay underground here. If Shredder found one of them out in Keeliai, alone, with no way to contact the others for help...]

How many people have had their enemies show up.

[A question with the cadence of a statement. That's how you know he's serious, apparently.

If this survey turns up zilch? Leo will have to concede the point completely. But he doesn't really suppose that'll be the case. Let's find out.]

disfavored

Regretfully, I am in no condition at the present time to proceed with any matters regarding a council, save for advisory if needed. I will bear no ill will to anyone who decides to continue the project without me, and perhaps the critics of mine are correct in thinking that I have no place on it at all.

As well, I did not intend to antagonize the rest of the population by putting my brother's past crimes out in the open. I realize that it's my word against his and that he has, if anything, been helpful more than harmful here, but at the same time if I knew about his past and didn't give some sort of warning I would feel responsible if he were to start something here and catch everyone off guard. I don't regret my warning, but I can't stop anyone from associating with him, and if you choose to do so I won't interfere anymore.

However, I must say that I find it suspect that I've received more vitriol for confessing to my own past than he has about hiding his. I suppose honesty is not always the best policy. [This particular statement is said with no shortage of bitterness, although his general tone is resign more than resentment.]

That said, given that things are fairly quiet right now: I am requesting to be left alone for the time being. Suspicions I've had about events in my own world have recently been confirmed and along with certain other current events, I need some time to sort things out. If you have any grievances left with me, please air them now. Otherwise, I ask that my request for privacy be respected.

Thank you for your time.

seriouslytwisted

[All right Raph has had enough of Leo crawling all over his shell about this so he's going to do a Thing, both to piss off his brother and make a point. They're finally in a place where they can walk around in broad daylight -like they should be allowed to do in the first place- and Leo still insists on meeting people in the middle of the night and skulking around and using FUCKING TEXT OF ALL THINGS RAPH IS NOT USING TEXT THE KEYS ARE TOO SMALL FOR HIS HUGE FINGERS, LEO

So he's just going to. Pose a question.]

Okay people, show of hands. How many of you actually care about the fact that there's a ton of us mutants here?

-Except for Dan, I don't care what you think. [Sorry Dean, he still doesn't remember your stupid name.]

sureisaguy

[ The video feed loads and Mikey comes into view, frowning in concentration with his tongue sticking out. Computers are not his best subject. After about ten seconds he seems to realize that he's broadcasting and leans in, grabbing the console screen as if he can see everyone if he just gets close enough. ]

Uhhh... hello? This thing on?

[ He waves a two-fingered hand in front of the camera and sits back slightly. ]

So um, anyone know if this turtle gets DSL? 'Cause I gotta send a word back to my bros and I can't find the internet thingy on this computer.

[ Squinting at the console, a look of understanding dawns on his face. ]

Ohhhh what if I press--

candystriped

[ The video feed starts aimed not at Stocking but at a gorgeous exotic bird perching on a stand, preening itself. Despite that it seems a little lackluster, as though its feathers could be a little more vibrant and its movements a little more energetic. Then the angel girl takes her seat in front of the console again, her lips pursing briefly in thought before she addresses the screen. ]

Has anyone had one of these before? I ran out of the floating fruit from where we were before and it won't eat anything else I've bought it.

anything_it_takes

[The cart ride into Keeliai is long, exhausting and stressful. Leo presses himself into the furthest corner to hide (which still leaves him painfully visible) even as his sharp blue eyes peer through the slats, taking in as much of the alien city as possible.

On one hand, this is the most amazing thing Leo's ever experienced, an exhilarating adventure straight out of Space Heroes. On the other, he's never felt so alone, out of control and exposed in his life. Sure, he always wanted adventure, but not without the guys - and not hauled down a city road in broad daylight, surrounded by people turning their heads in curiosity.

At least the few kedan on the street who take a close enough look into the open-backed cart to spy him out don't scream or run. But there are some stares, and he can feel the undercurrent of hostility like a flame inches from his skin. There's a tension in the air in some parts of the city they go through, a hard look to some of the kedan when they see someone not like them...

Leo slips into his appointed building like - well, like a ninja, or as close as possible while lacking the cover of darkness. When he gets to his temporary quarters he leans his shell against the door and sighs wearily; alien robots and plant monsters are one thing, but this? This is an entirely new level of crazy.

Water had seemed a natural choice when the kedan gave him options. He's glad of his choice now as he splashes some from the room's small fountain over his head, then winces as he does the same to the burn mark forming on his shoulder. It's not serious, but Leo's entire arm aches and tingles from channeling Justin's electrical shock through his katana. He's certainly pulled smarter moves.

Hopefully whatever jerked him "sideways" during that explosion also took his brothers through in slightly different places, and he can link up with them again once they all get their bearings. He knows the team can handle this situation, but first? They have to be together.

He'll start canvassing the city come dusk, one Sector at a time if he has to. But until nightfall, Leonardo has time to kill, and he isn’t about to sit around doing nothing.

Settling in at the console, Leo sets it up for a text message - and pauses, considering his options. This is a public network; he has to get a message out that his brothers will understand if they're listening, but that won't arouse too much civilian curiosity or alert any enemies.

There is one thing... He'd batted around an idea for a code word with Donnie. The problem being, it was never official - Leo just hadn't anticipated a realistic situation where it would be useful. The idea was just idle talk.

He hopes that if Mikey or Raph are alone out there, they'll recognize his reference. Donnie will catch on at least, if he's listening. One way or the other it's the best Leo's got until he can search the rooftops.]

ANy New Yorkers out here? if you know the 2nd Time About shop on Bleeker, contact me ASAP

[Ryan to Dauntless, come in Dauntless...]

Aalso. Look, I got the story from the kidan ans I know i can;t be the first person to ask. But Im looking for any leads on how t get back to my own world... stories, rumuors, anything. Thankyou.

[Please don't let him be alone out here. Leo presses Return.]

[ tl;dr Enter one cagey ninja turtle boy with delusions of being a Great Hero! Leo v.2012 is here and super worried about his bros ;A; ]

neoguardian

Welp, there’s five hours of my life I don’t think I’ll be getting back...all that time spent grilling these strange Overlanders and they give me a load of waffle for my trouble [behold, as the video kicks into gear the viewer is presented with an unusual creature--not quite human, not quite animal, and distinctly girl...well if she doesn't look like your typical girl she sounds...girly?] now I just have more questions than before.

Like this whole In Between business [her emphasis is accompanied by exaggerated finger gestures] well this is my body so you think I’d be the first to know if something happens, normally I would know if I had died…this doesn't feel like a dream…shoulda seized the day and pinched an Overlander when I had the chance. [In retrospect she looks almost...disappointed at the missed opportunity.]

Actually, now that I think about it things started getting really hairy after I stated asking the big questions like “how do I know?” and “where’s the my ticket off of this funny farm?” [she folds her arms in front of her looking decidedly contemplative] then suddenly it’s suddenly all this Emperor person’s business. You'd think a girl'd have the right to know, but I guess this Emperor doesn't think much about wanderlust…isn't that just too bad?

[Yeah, too bad.]

That’s a kind of royalty right? This Emperor thing? That would simplify, dealing with royalty is one of my specialties [she doesn’t elaborate on what she means by that, but instead she cracks her knuckles menacingly] and as Angel Island’s resident Guardian I think a little diplomacy is in order. If reason doesn’t work I’m open to exploring alternatives, it’s not like I have a whole lot of leisure time here. My duties come first, that’s something a ruler should be able to understand.

[But even as she says it she can’t help looking a little skeptical, apparently she knows things are not always that simple.]

Awful nice of them to provide dwellings though, the digs aren't so bad, but this isn't a long term arrangement--so I guess it'd be prudent to get the skinny on this place first? I'll take any information.

ironwood

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002 Video - The one that really happened a little over two weeks ago...

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[VOICE | Backdated Pre-Event] Survey

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[TEXT] Leo to Team, COME IN TEAM

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