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[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.

everylittlegirl

is anyone else not having all fun and games?

[60% encrypted to Lex Luthor, Clark Kent (the elder), Bruce Banner]
[Hayley turns the video on, looking less than thrilled with life. Mostly, she seems exhausted and done with this place. Still, with her usual dry curiosity, she holds up a piece of green rock (looking roughly like this) to display to the businessman, the journalist, and the scientist.]

Do you know what this is? It's totally different from everything else here.

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.

spiderkid

[The video opens on Victoria’s water sector suite. Miles and Victoria are in front of the camera, the latter of whom seems to have been put there somewhat against her will.]

Hey guys, Miles and Victoria here. We decided to do this broadcast ‘cause we’re both looking for jobs! Isn’t that right, Vic?

[Victoria’s eyes shift to look at Miles before her head turns and she’s silent for long enough to make it awkward before she speaks a single, slightly monotone word.]

Yes.

[She looks at the camera again and still looks like she wants to inch away from it but she decides to speak again.] I need to buy food.

[Victoria, you really shouldn’t put it that way. People will think you’re starving. She looks at Miles again, a clear ‘now what?’ look on her face.]

...Right. We both need to be able to buy stuff like food. Now, neither of us have much work experience, but I’m pretty good at math, and can be, like a delivery boy or something. Victoria, what are some of your skills?

[He looks at her somewhat expectantly, knowing she doesn’t like it, but also knowing it’s necessary.]

I can sweep. And do dishes.

[And draw but she’s not entirely sure that’s relevant.] Does...does that count?

That totally counts. I bet somebody will want to hire you to help keep their shop clean or something. [He looks at the camera now,] Right, everybody? Victoria would totally make a great maid.

So that’s it. We both need a job, and anybody who can help us out, please let us know! Thanks! [In a stage whisper, he adds,] Say thanks, Victoria.

[Victoria gives Miles another look, sighing slightly before ducking offscreen. It almost seems like she’s not going to say anything at all, but then she pops back into view again and says a hasty and slightly mumbled thanks before disappearing again.

That’s close enough. And good enough for Miles, as he waves and ends the feed.]

[ooc: Miles = Red and Victoria = Blue]

relatable

[She's been given the overall explanation, and while she isn't sure what she's doing talking to a large group of people, there are always questions. She needs to keep herself busy, appear normal.]

Guess I'd like to know what there is to do around here? For someone my age? School or do you just-- go to work? [It seems so suburban normal, like how she once appeared to be. Only now she feels more on edge than anything else.]

Or fun? [The concept seems laughable.] I used to hunt back home. My father taught me how to. I guess there isn't any sort of game reserve?

[This feels ridiculous. She gives a nervous sort of smile. She should say more, but she's at the brink of nearly wanting to spill everything and holding it all back.]

I'm Abigail. From Minnesota. [Daughter of the Minnesota Shrike. Her smile flickers before her hand reaches out to turn the feed off, no needing to go into any more detail than that.]

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 )

tactile_telekinesis

[Kon's on screen looking a little tired and maybe a little embarrassed, which he isn't hiding very well either.]

I feel like I'm on the worlds biggest come down and it sucks some major ass. That was not my best moment in time. [Someone has stupidly gone back and looked at the post with Bart and possibly shrieked in horror. Or died under the desk. Kon takes a moment.]

So, what else is gonna happen? Crazy adventures with no powers? Check. Jailtime? Check. Getting high as a kite on fuzzballs? Check. I'm running outta ideas, I've almost done it all.

Okay, so we know to keep me away from those things, so far so good.

Also, anyone good at fixing doors and tables? I kinda broke mine when I freaked out before. I'll pay. And no BC, sorry, our skills combined aren't that good, I'd like to have stuff on the table and not have it collapse.

heartofgraces

[The video feed turns on to flowers. Flowers in boquets. Flowers in vases. some flowers clearly set aside for other purposes. Flowers on tribbles. Flower crowns and leis on a swizard who looks way too pleased with herself. Asbel's suite is full of them, or at least the view from his console, and he looks...well, significantly less frazzled than he had in getting them home, but that's not saying much.]

...So I don't suppose, in the middle of all this, anyone needs some flowers? Flower crowns, boquets, home decoration...anything like that.

[He coughs, faintly, before moving on.]

Actually, on that note, does anyone have any suggestions for what to do with these...? I have way more than I need for seeds or flower tea.

[He pauses and watches a tribble just sit amongst the flowers and coo, and sighs heavily before ending the video.]

trifurcate

[Bryn hasn't made a network post of her own since her arrival, and so it seems that an introduction is necessary first. Hair pulled away from her face and smile wide, she waves at the screen.]

Hi everyone! I know I've been a little quiet on here lately so there are several of you who probably don't know me. My name is Bryn Zethir, from Askoupur which I'm pretty sure none of you have ever heard of before. That's okay, honest.

[That should be enough.]

So, with the rationing lifted and the possibility that things are going to get at least somewhat back to normal again, it occurred to me that there's something we're kind of missing in this city. There are tons of restaurants and bars in this city but not one of them is owned and run by a foreigner. Now, I've been working really hard for a while now and saving my money, and with some assistance [Thanks, Bruce <3] I now have enough to buy or rent a location, renovate, and stock it for business.

And here's where all of you come in. While it's my sincerest hope that you'll all come in for a meal or to enjoy some live music, this won't be possible without some people to come work and help out. So, if anyone has any skills for the following jobs and wants to talk to me about being hired on a part or full time basis, please let me know! For those of you who already have work but may be interested in picking up a bit of extra juulan, there will also be contract positions available for the renovation process, once I pick a location. Also, as I hope to install a stage, there will be opportunities for performers of all stripes to have a place to entertain.

So, I think that's it unless anyone has any recommended vendors I should look into for food, drinks, or tobacco. Otherwise, please check out the list of job opportunities and let me know if you're interested. I'll let everyone know when we're open for business. Thank you!

[Waving once more, she switches the feed over from video to text. The following list appears:]

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fdaterminator

[Colby had logged on at net cafe to see there was some sort of tribble containment effort that he had missed. Instead he sees two stoned aliens tossing the furballs out a window.]

Oh come on!! I can't be the only person actually trying to do something about these little bastards can I? Sure they look cute but at the rate they're going to eat and breed us out of house and home in... You know what, I'm not even going to waste my breath. [His red robotic eye turns blue and it projects a simulation of what will happen to the ecosystem of Tu Vishan if the tribbles continue doing what they're doing unchecked into the air. It's quick and not pretty.]

Do I have some fucking volunteers now?

I'm F.D.A., but I also used to be U.S.D.A., so I know a thing or two about animal containment. If you're too lazy or unwilling to help at least point me in the direction of an empty warehouse and/or large refrigeration units... Hell, anything that can store or stop these assholes from breeding.

mopirates_moproblems

Some time ago, I posited the idea of building a ship. While it was met with derision by some -- [You know who you are.] -- recent events have convinced me that there is no other reasonable course of action.

We are entering a time of ease now, and I feel very strongly that we must act before the next catastrophe arises. While we have the opportunity and the materials, we can construct a proper ship. This will give us the freedom to explore beyond the turtle's shell, and give us a means of escape, should it sicken again.

I believe there is enough wood from the homes destroyed when the satellite fell to salvage and build a modest ship. It will not hold all of us, but it is a fine start. With more mobility, I believe we can find the materials we need to make a proper go of it.

For those who question my qualifications, I am an Admiral of his Majesty's navy, formerly in the employ of the East India Trading Company. I have more than the proper qualifications to oversee the construction and voyages of such a vessel.

anomia

[The video flips on to a young, fourteen year old girl with long blonde pigtails and determination written large across her face.]

Alright! I've done enough sitting around. Korra healed my wounds from the mission, so I'm ready for action again! If you haven't met me before... My name's Raimei Shimizu, and I'm a samurai. Back home I do missions like that all the time! Kurogamon and I [she lifts a sheathed katana on screen, indicating Kurogamon] are ready to take on anything we need to.

But... I'm not sure what to do. I wouldn't mind getting a job, but I really need to keep training, too. Everyone here has abilities that I'm not used to, and I need to be able to fight them. If anyone's hiring for something like this, or if you want to train, let me know!

[She grows more serious, less overridden with enthusiasm.] As part of the Shimizu clan, my role is to keep the balance between forces, and to prevent abuse of power. I've decided that that's still applicable here. I'd really like to help however way I can.

ihope

[The video flickers on without any trouble. The console's familiar enough that Lex doesn't have to fumble with it to get it working the way he wants. Behind him is the large space of a luxurious room that obviously originates from the Metal Sector. He couldn't see the harm in letting the, uh, 'citizens' of this In-Between see where he stands on trivial matters like his choice of interior decoration and he'd even gone and tidied up some before the broadcast, or at least that's what it looks like with two small cuts above his right eyebrow nothing but thin red lines now as opposed to the angry marks of earlier.]

[And the young man himself is seated comfortably, leaning to one side, legs crossed somewhere off-screen, left arm propped up on the table where the communicating device rests. A finger twitches and, right, he doesn't have anything around to grab a hold of at the moment. And so he begins to speak.] 'Tu Vishan. An In-Between of life, death, and dreaming.'

[And he has a sort of hushed voice despite the obvious intention to project to, well, the audience. And there's some light in his eyes that signals amusement-- or something resembling it. Excitement is either good or bad, never both. There's no upturn of his lips, no creased brow. He shifts, sitting straighter, peering closer into the camera, damn well expecting someone out there to listen.]

I'm supposed to believe this?

[He expects someone to listen, not to answer, because he just goes on.] The Kedan were generous enough to offer the explanation that I might not be dead, and to be frank, I appreciate any attempt of reassurance on the matter. I'd put more faith in it if I hadn't also heard the turtle had been in danger of dying. Spending the rest of my years aboard an ailing reptile wasn't exactly the life I envisioned. [He can believe abduction and drugs, but no deep sleep of his will ever revolve around an animal so stupid and slow. His voice turns wry. He knows he's not dead. He knows he can't be fully alive. The... Kedan were nothing from his waking world. That could only mean one thing left to figure out.]

[He's still seemingly calm. He's still only just sitting, just talking like he can see the company across the screen already. Like it's only a conference call he's taking from his desk. But now he sighs and he wants to smirk, but he doesn't. And now he'll be waiting for an answer.]

So who's the big dreamer?

[Show yourself, mastermind. A clear challenge, but after a second he tacks on a detail with clear concern and some well meaning urgency.] I also heard something about a clinic in trouble. Is there anything I can do to help?

carrieskryptonite

[Feast your eyes on one well dressed man, already clothed in something that is obviously locally made; obviously a newcomer, but from the way he’s sitting, he’s already made himself comfortable in a suite in the Metal sector.]

While I’ve certainly put some thought into... expanding beyond Metropolis, I was planning to keep that expansion on Earth. [His voice, rather calm, has just a bite of vitriol to that last word.] I’m sure I’ll be pleased to make your acquaintances, later, of course.

ironwood

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