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[ For those who have spoken to Milyn before, they might note a stark departure from her usual bubbly smiles and demeanor. Instead she addresses the console with a level gaze and a calm, succinct tone of voice. ]

Hello Foreigners. The source of the miasma has been identified.

In the time of the initial war with the Enemy, three vessels existed representing the three Planes of Life, Dreaming and Death. The trinity was thought lost during the final battle with no trace of them remaining... until now. It appears that one of them -- the vessel of the Death realm -- remained hidden within the Palace of the Landed Sky and has been, as you can see, opened. These vessels contain lands which exist inside those Planes.

As you have no doubt witnessed, the black fog permeating the city is only one symptom of the corruption contained within this dimension. It poisons what it touches and will continue to spread, overtaking everything if it is not stopped, blighting both body and mind. I have tested it extensively and nothing I have found so far suggests that anyone here possesses an immunity to it; you may note that even the magics and abilities you harness likewise cannot purge it.

There is no other way to stop the contamination in Keeliai other than to strike at its source: within Kithika, the land housed inside the bottle itself and encompassed by the Death Plane.

By imperial decree of the Alderwood Emperor, all Foreigners capable of combat must report to the Palace immediately. You will be sent to Kithika through the vessel, to locate and destroy the source of this affliction. Bring any weapons and tools you have to aid you. If the corruption cannot be cleansed it will infect everyone and everything in the city before spreading to Tu Vishan.

If you fail, there will be nothing left for you to return to.

pikes

[ This is Pike's first post on the network, but he didn't think it was going to be for this reason. ]

For those who know him, Commander Spock is gone [ again, apparently ], has been since this morning. He's left most of his possessions with Jim Kirk. Should anyone have any questions about or claims to them, you're free to contact me.

[ Since he's pretty damn sure Jim wouldn't want to talk to anyone about this just yet, anyway. ]

My name is Christopher Pike.

[ It's short and simple, but he doesn't think that Spock will have it any other way, anyway. The most important bit has been said and done, after all. ]

( private | starfleet. )

( private | clara oswald, jack frost, eridan ampora. )

jirk

[Just another day in the life of Jim Kirk. He has a cup of coffee off to one side, and he's dressed in his command golds. He's not big on the network, but hey. Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty.]

Bryn Zethir is gone. She left me in charge of the Brazen Turtle, so if her employees could touch base with me so we can work out where to go from here, that'd be appreciated. Everybody else, first drink's on the house.

[A slight pause, and then he wets his lips.]

And for those of you that knew her, The Archive has returned home as well.

[That seems more like a footnote, tacked on in as casual a way as possible, but anyone who knows him knows the deflection's just an act.]

naismith

[A man appears on the network of indeterminate age, extremely short-- under five feet tall, easily-- with a slight hunch to his posture and Germanic features. His eyes are sharply alive, bright with challenge. There's no hesitation as he speaks, in a gravelly kind of accent that sounds almost Russian, the words flowing quickly as he makes them up on the spot.

Right now, he desperately needs intel of all kinds, and eventually a spotter to watch him while he uses his seizure inducer. That fact he's assiduously ignoring. He'd checked his neurotransmitter levels this morning, and he has at least three days, even with all the stress of arrival. No, four days, probably. Five. Really, he can go a lot longer without one than the ImpSec medical staff had given him credit for. --Focus, Vorkosigan.]

So. I see you all have quite a neat set up here. Let's not waste time. Who can bring me up to speed, ex tempore? Surely we have more intelligence than "don't say its name" on our bogey man. Since confirmed facts are likely to be scarce, personal accounts would be acceptable.

I'm also taking proposals for getting miserably drunk at the bar, as is traditional in times of drawn out peril. I need someone to drag me home, y'see; alcohol has quite a soporific effect on my constitution. [And Ivan is unfortunately not here to do the dragging. Miles ignores the resulting pang that inspires in him.

Then he hesitates imperceptibly, the memory of his previous catastrophic failure to report his seizures clanging loudly through his brain. No. He can't ignore this, much as he'd like to. The only thing that scares Miles more than never going home is turning into a vegetable, mindless and drooling. He can at least do the preliminary investigation about options.]

Information about local medical facilities would be appreciated as well. They're not all-- er, at this level of technology, are they? [He looks dubious about anyone surviving on that level of medical care, but immediately recovers with a wide, convincing smile.] I'd just like to know preemptively for when I wake up with a skull splitting headache.

scild

[After waking up in a new world, drenched, (not at all the first impression a princess should give), and being told she has to fight in a war? Well. Please excuse her if she needs some time to adjust. This is an awful lot to take in on such short notice.

By the time she becomes comfortable enough to use her console (a feat, considering she typically leaves such matters to her friend Guy), she's made herself more presentable and manages to remain poised. As much as she's still reeling on the inside, Natalia hasn't forgotten that she's still a representative of her kingdom.]

I am Natalia, Princess of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear. I realize titles probably mean very little here, but if you would please give me a moment of your time, I'd be very grateful.

From what I understand, we have all been drafted for the same purpose. I cannot say I condone unnecessary warfare; nevertheless, now that I'm here, I won't turn my back on those who are suffering. As a master in Lanvalder-style archery and a studied healer with extensive combat experience, I'm confident that you will find no complaints about my performance.

That said, it seems I will need to support myself while I'm here. [For a moment, she sounds a little less sure of herself. This is, after all, outside of her realm of experience, but she presses on.] Naturally, my duties back home revolve around the well-being of my people. As such, I have experience in a variety of areas, including managing large-scale projects, public speaking, negotiating trade treaties, participating in rescue operations, and resolving conflicts between nations.

Is anyone in need of such a skill set? If not, I'm...most certainly willing to learn another trade.

Thank you.

softlycall

[ The woman seated in the centre of the video feed is pensive, worry in the lines of her mouth and the tension of her brow, but when she's sure the feed is working, those lines make a small shift until she's smiling - lopsidedly, sure, but genuine - into the camera. If this device does what they've told her, she'll have no complaints. ]

A good day to ye, friends. [ Whoever she's addressing. The uncertainty has her lifting her chin in unconscious bravado. ] I'm not a face any of ye'll be knowing, but if all's true we're to be allies all the same. The name's Anne Bonny, and I'd surely be obliged to any of ye with an idea of what to do for money in this fine city I'm to live in. I'm not in the mind to be stepping on toes, but it sounds like there isn't much call for a woman looking for shipwork round these parts, and war's no steady employment.

[ She pauses, then seems to come to some decision with a grimace. She'd abandoned barwork, and gladly, for ~~piracy~~ more exciting opportunities, but that's a world away. She adds, ] Something to the tune of serving drinks would be grand, for a time.

cmdreffingshepard

[Shepard's smiling today, and it quickly becomes apparent why: she holds up a little orange hamster, who appears completely uninterested in the proceedings. Really, woman, you shoot things for a living and you get all googly-eyed over a hamster?]

Say hello to Captain Squeaks, of the SSV Normandy. I never thought I'd see this little guy again!

[Captain Squeaks... squeaks a bit, and she sets him back in his little cage.]

Anyone else have pets from home they've been missing?

asoothingvoice

[This was, unfortunately, something she had experienced before, and even with that, it still took her a couple days before she was able to make this announcement. Even with knowing that it meant that he was hopefully home. She wasn't willing to break down where everyone could see it.]

Jaime, my son, is no longer here.

Tony, Miles, if you could come over to the clinic at some point, I'd be grateful. He left some instructions for where a few things should go, in case... this happened.

[Still hard to say.]

That's all. Thank you.

asouthron

[ ENCRYPTED 20% to FLEET BROS and CLOSE CR ]

Alright, well, since I have my own juulan now, we're doin' Thanksgiving. So what do y'all want? Obviously, it won't be the same--It can't be, but I'll do my damn best to make it worthwhile. [ And make his Georgian mama proud. ]

So, the sooner you tell me, the sooner I can prepare. Don't make me hafta wait 'til the last second to put this together! If you forget, it ain't gonna be there. Remember that!

And don't bother requestin' drinks. I've got that side of things covered.

McCoy out.

((ooc: You are more than welcome to hack his pathetically encrypted message. He's a doctor, not an IT guy! ))

asouthron

Obviously, I was not the only one affected by that damn Pagan holiday prank, but I am wondering:

Has anyone reappeared that didn't come out completely unscathed?

If so, please respond here, or come to the clinic. I would like to ask a few questions.

- Dr. McCoy

bindsthedead

[Sabriel dressed up for this message- she's wearing her mail and surcoat, with a bandolier of seven bells slung over her chest.]

I'm sure we all know by now that we were brought here to fight something... very powerful. And I know that not everyone has the means to do so. [And Sabriel pushes some hair out of her face, revealing the faint mark on her forehead, and she draws a symbol in the air, the lines glowing briefly before collapsing into a single point of light.]

I am a Charter Mage, and I have the power to baptize others into the Charter, giving them the ability to draw on it to cast magic. Charter Magic can be used to heal and protect, as well as bespell items and create bindings. I believe that having more people who are able to use it will help in dealing with what we're here to face.

I want to warn any potential students that magic is not a toy, and that once given, a baptism cannot be undone. Being careless with it can be dangerous, and there will be consequences if I find anyone abusing it.

Also, for those more interested in theory than practice, I teach a class at the school.

[ooc: And now for the details. Sabriel can only give magic to characters that don't already have powers- there are five slots remaining, further info is here.]

ancillary

[ A woman in white was reclined out across one cherrywood legless chairs that came standard with the more ornate Fire sector suite decor. Despite being in a state of repose she still managed to radiate with a severe, cagey quality to her character. ]

I'll let the rest of you go over our shared displacement ad nauseam until anything useful comes of it. Right now I need anyone good with a computer [ Jarring to her elegant appearance the woman loudly cracks her shoulders and she stretched them to an uncomfortable angle to work out a painful kink in her joints. ] -or a brain surgeon. After I threw those poor kedan off the cart that brought me here.

[ She clicks her tongue as if realizing that sounded unsavory. ]

They're unharmed, but I think I overtaxed myself in the confusion.

dow

Greetings. I am Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise, a Starfleet contingent of the United Federation of Planets. I understand that we are temporally isolated as well as spatially displaced and that this is not a subdivision of any one possible multiverse, neither a pocket dimension of any one universe, but a unique quantum singularity linking many and each possible variation thereof. If others here have scientific findings of this nature, I pre-emptively extend my gratitude in the event of any information being divulged.

[ AKA pls share ur theories. He's not human, in case anyone with eyes and ears missed the blatant memo staring them in the face, the approximation of what would happen were a dollop of raw science ~~and a great jawline~~ to get mixed with an elf in a blender. Spock pauses thoughtfully, glancing away, and a single slender brow arches when he looks back; there are likely a great deal of customs to be observed from numerous new species and races, none of which he seeks to offend. ]

It has been brought to my attention that this is not my first foray into Keeliai. While I would request that you exert a measure of patience with my ... freshly acquired outlook, you will find me amenable to revisiting former acquaintances. [ Again he hesitates, though this time it comes across as more of an amendment. If you've been hanging out with his BFF, prepare to explain why, how and to what end. ] Similarly, I wish to meet with any and all allies of Captain James T. Kirk at their earliest convenience.

All remaining Starfleet personnel are to submit a fully comprehensive report effective immediately regarding their time here. Audio will suffice, given the circumstances.

[ And off goes the feed. ]

washitaway

[It takes him a while to figure out the console - a mechanical box of some sort, on the table in his little apartment? What newfangled technology is this now? Seems rather silly to Booker, being able to see people's faces through it. It's not any better than a telephone, and much less mobile.

It takes him a moment to realize the video feed is actually on and he can stop poking and banging at it - he frowns into the camera somewhat suspiciously, then.]

This seems like a nice enough place. I'm not looking for any trouble, but I need to find someone. A girl. Brown hair, blue eyes, a little on the small side. She answers to Elizabeth. It's important I find her.

If anyone can point me in the right direction, I'll be much obliged. If she's here.

[A brief look - of desperation, vulnerability, fear, even - crosses his face, and then he shakes it off.]

If you see her, tell her Booker's looking for her. [Then he flips off the feed abruptly.]

candystriped

[ Stocking's been keeping fairly quiet since her last ~~temper tantrum~~ outburst on the network following the death of her bird. Today she's decided to follow it up with getting rid of the last of her former pet's accessories, albeit thankfully in a calmer and subdued tone. She also seems to have been hit by an age reversal spell and though her age is still a little ambiguous, she's lost at least a decade, if not more. Her hair is much shorter, she appears ~~flat as a board~~ to have lost her generous endowments and the stuffed cat she carries everywhere seems weirdly fitting all of a sudden. Most notably however is her outfit which seems to be glowing faintly, though her long striped stockings seem identical to what they normally are. ]

I have some other things that people can have, if they're keeping pets. Brushes and such, some special fruit seed. I know they're not common around in Keeliai but still. If you got them after you arrived here, you should check to make sure they don't have a stupid expiration date.

Also whoever did this? You're an idiot.

[ She saw the network post but doesn't really know Zatanna. The condemnation lacks any real vitriol though. ]

asouthron

[ It may be a different face lighting up the network, but she certainly has the same wonderfully disgruntled expression. ]

This is Leonard McCoy, speakin' on behalf of Dr. Natu's clinic. Obviously there's been an [ What the hell do you even call this? ] outbreak. If ya haven't noticed it yet, you should probably look in a mirror.

While I'm sure we're all lookin' for answers [ Especially from a certain spell reader down there COUGH COUGH! ] they aren't here. Unless there is a medical emergency or a severe reaction to this spell that threatens life and limb, we can't take anymore walk-ins at this time.

However, if anyone's willin' to volunteer for blood and tissue samples, and some questions, please come down to the clinic. I'd appreciate it.

McCoy out.

[ He She will be down at the clinic the next few days helping anyone who needs help/support/first-aid/a drink. Open log here as well. ]

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[ To Starfleet Bros. Encrypted 20% ]

All Starfleet personnel better report immediately to the clinic for a full physical.

I swear I will hunt you down!

[ He's mainly talking to you, Jim. He knows where you live! What beds you generally sleep in! He'll find you! ]

refusing

[Hello there, Turtleland. Rose has been MIA for the past while, dealing with some personal issues that have left her a little worse for the wear. But since she's nice and durable and refuses to mope around forever, here she is. She looks a little sheepish, but still just as warm and friendly as ever, and she flips her hand up in a little wave.]

Thought maybe it'd be a good idea to check in, say I'm not dead or anything. Not uh -

[Well, now she feels awkward.]

Not that I know very many people here, not yet. Kinda want that to change, though. So I've got a question for everyone. And you don't have to answer or nothing, but if you do I'd be really grateful.

[She fidgets, looking down and away.]

How d'you deal with losing someone? Personally, I mean. How d'you handle it when someone important just isn't there anymore? I lost somebody a long time ago, but I was only a baby. This is a bit different, this time 'round.

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!

medica

( 'Trapped' was a word that Joan was not particularly pleased to hear. Never, in all the cases that she has worked, did being trapped have a good outcome. Victims were trapped. If she were a victim - if all these people were victims - who were they a victim of? What was the motivation behind it all? )

Look, I just got here and thought I'd ask a few things on here.

( She hadn't wanted to ask the others that brought her to where she'd be staying. Usually trusting her instincts, she had been patient about getting more helpful answers. )

Could anyone point me in the direction of the law enforcement around here? Or any type of hospital for that matter?

( Best to start with what she knew best. Getting to see how people were treated when they broke the law or if they were injured might prove to be useful. )

I'm Joan, by the way. Joan Watson.

cmdreffingshepard

[Shepard looks as serious as ever, despite the fact that there's a tribble cooing away on her desk nearby. What? It's cute, okay! And she just has one, and she's keeping it on ice and stuff. No big deal.

But that's not what she's on the network to talk about, far from it.]

I'm as glad as the next person that Tu Vishan is better, and that our powers and tech are working again. [Really, she is! Though you might not be able to tell that from her face.] But this is far from over. At best, we've managed to delay it. [And she knows all about delaying the enemy - sometimes, that's the best you can hope for, but delay isn't defeat, and eventually it always comes down to a fight.]

We need to get together, plan and prepare for whatever it might throw at us next. I want to get my teams up and running - defense and medical. Anyone who wants to help me, let's meet.

[She provides the name of a bar in the Earth Sector.]

Tomorrow evening, at dusk. It's time to put some plans in place, for the next attack.

[ooc: team planning post for those who missed it!]

Tu Shanshu

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