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[And your video for the day is of...Livewire's suite. And no Livewire. Just the second floor area, really. THIS IS EXCITING STUFF only not really, but it's definitely a case of somebody showboating, because after a few seconds of absolutely nothing worth phoning home about, she makes her appearance.

In the form of plenty of flickering lights, the crackle of electricity, and even a few localized thunderclaps as several electrical arcs fire out of the ceiling lights to strike the floor just in front of the console desk. And it's not long before someone's oh-so-distinctive figure starts to form inside the current, solidifying with one final clap of thunder. Even making sure to smile and pose for the camera when she finishes.

Yes, she's showing off, and she's being about as subtle as a brick wall about it. Not everybody knows about her after all, and she can't have that.]

That's right, I'm back, babies! Livewire's juiced up and ready to hit the town! And hey, I'm feelin' generous, maybe I'll even pay a few of you a visit. Share the love, ya know?

[But, showing off wasn't the only reason she'd decided to reappear on the network so soon...well, not technically. But her ego was just as heavily involved with her other motive.]

But before I bring a little fun to this lousy excuse for a vacation, I got somethin' to say. A-hem...

I KNEW IT! Crack the whip on those caped creeps where everyone can see it, and BAM! Problem solved! Without their adoring public around, those miserable halfwits'll slack off 'til you threaten 'em with a little negative PR!

[She seems positively giddy about the fact that this no-powers thing got solved less than 48 hours after she made her last address. And she's making absolutely no effort to hide it, and probably couldn't stop beaming at the camera right now even if she wanted to. It's actually a small miracle she's not jumping up and down right now, even if she is regularly pacing back and forth in every which direction, trying to find some way to walk off all that excitement. Ultimately, she just leans back into the camera for another close-up.]

No thanks necessary, my babies, it's what I do! Gimme a call the next time those losers start screwin' around, your Mistress of the Airwaves will be happy to get on their case about it.

If you make it worth my while, of course.

[...yes, she actually believes this is exactly what happened, and good luck convincing her otherwise.]

shockjock

[Just in case any of you turtle-dwelling simpletons had forgotten about her, Livewire has decided to grace the network with her presence today.

In order to better reprimand all of you. Which is precisely why she's glaring into the camera now, showing an odd mix of boredom and barely restrained anger. Well. Barely restrained by her standards. For anyone else, she's likely coming across as exceptionally irate.]

Can we move it here, people? Bein' normal again was nice 'n all, but it's gettin' kinda old.

So what's takin' you people so long to fix this already? Not like there's a shortage of cape 'n cowled freaks running around to help out! Even without powers I figured even you idiots coulda gotten this mess taken care of by now, so what's the hold-up?

[Not like she's put in any effort herself, but then again, it's not like she's terribly philanthropic to start with. Probably why she's taking it out on the heroes, who she's used to seeing rush to save the day no matter how minor the problem is.]

Do you spandex-loving freaks only get to work if somebody from the press is around, or what? Because last I checked, there's no newspapers around. So, how 'bout you just hop to it anyway, 'kay babies? I got things to do, people to kill, and about much patience as Superman's got common sense. And for those of you luck enough not to know who I'm talkin' about, the man flies around wearin' his underwear on the outside, so we're not talkin' very big numbers here.

givenanonymity

[One man, reaching middle age with a wary expression on his face. Then he smirks - the smirk dissolves into a smile but those who are observant, very very observant - might be aware that the smile is not genuine. He runs a hand through his hair with something tucked under his arm.]

I was going to have today off anyway. You know. I get that I'm not dreaming and I get that I'm not going to be able to get back.

[At that, his eyes widen and there's a sense - especially to those of you who might be extra observant that this might be a good thing. Or an unusual thing. It's not something he's had time to process yet.

The expression goes dark.]

Which is pretty fucking rude if you don't mind my saying so. There any order to this spontaneous kidnapping people for riding on turtles sort of thing?

[he is betting no. however.] This would be the part where I flash my badge and introduce myself as Detective Hoffman.[He does so. One handed out of habit before realizing it and sticking it back in his pocket.] ...or indulge that habit and ask people if there's anything that I need to know about being here that's not in the welcoming committee.

...I'd appreciate any response.

[And the policeman turns off the feed and waits.]

faceofbeau

[The video feed pops on to the sight of a dashing- if he might say so himself- man in his seeming mid-thirties, grinning widely at the camera; he has a somewhat period look about him, dressed in a button up, suspenders, and a greatcoat that speaks of war, but there's a spark in his gaze that speaks of mischief. After all, he's taken some time to read through recent activity on the network, and he's come across one very familiar name. It's a name he had not expected to hear again for some time, but if the tone of his voice when he calls it out is any indication, he's not disappointed in the least.]

Rose Tyler: what's a beautiful girl like you doing stuck in a place like this? [Jack gives a cheerful laugh, his grin stretching wide across his face.] It's been awhile. What do you say, you, me, a little celebration for our reunion?

[His eyes all but twinkle, and then he speaks again, addressing not Rose this time, but everyone else.] As for the rest of you; Captain Jack Harkness. [One hand raises in a half salute.] At your service. I'm sure it'll be a pleasure to meet each and every one of you. Until then, I'd love to hear more about this place, this- "In Between" business.

jirk

[Jim's sitting in his suite, wearing his command golds, looking serious as a heart attack. He's leaning forward, one hand braced against the armrest of his chair, the other fiddling with something on the console. Satisfied, he leans back more fully and nods once to the camera.]

Okay, let's get the introductions out of the way first. Name's Jim, Jim Kirk. Captain of the USS Enterprise. I serve in Starfleet in the year 2259 - Starfleet being a space-based armada focused on peaceful exploration and the discovery of new forms of life in the universe.

[There's a slight quirk to his brow, he coughs and then continues with all due charisma,]

I know there's people out there that've been here longer than I have, so I'm asking for your help - and the assistance of anyone willing. We know we're here to fight something, some of you know what and why. While I can understand the reasoning behind keeping that information to allies, I'd like to stress the fact that we're all in this together, regardless of worlds, races or creeds. This isn't something we can or should fight blind. So I'm proposing a broader alliance, a centralized repository of information, and the consideration of a unified front to face whatever's coming.

Additionally, I'm interested in the martial capabilities of the landed foreigners, any contingency plans that have been put in place to deal with the situations we're potentially facing here, and the sorts of scenarios that've been dealt with in the past.

[He exhales a little more sharply than necessary, and then he gives the camera a brief, two-fingered salute.]

Kirk out.

[and edited in after the fact, private to Kyle Rayner.]

We should talk.

interns

[ who's THIS nerd? oh, it's just Gwen Stacy. who's been here for over a week now, but she certainly pretended not to be until she ran into a certain webslinging photographer, and now she's- well, she's still a little bit in denial of being here and of everything she's heard about this place, but at least she isn't going completely insane over it. so she turns on the feed and she's sitting at the computer with the sort of practiced poise any seventeen year-old girl learns to sit with when speaking with someone over a webcam ( spoiler: nobody but Gwen thinks of things like this ). she's a little nervous, but it doesn't show. she just has a question, that's all. no big deal.

she's still going to be a bit formal about it anyway, but nobigdeal. ]

Hello everyone, my name is Gwen Stacy and I'm- [ an intern at OsCorp Industries ohwait! that means nothing here. ] -from New York, and I just wanted to introduce myself to you all, but also- [ she takes a breath, tries to be careful of her wording ] I know this city is understood to be an in-between, or a dream world, so I imagine a lot of what goes on here has to do with magic or ..something, but for the sake of my own sanity I really must ask; where does this society stand in regards to the sciences? Is there some sort of laboratory here at all? Because, as much as I appreciate the opportunity to contribute to the community by way of restoring some of the older buildings here- [ SHE HATES IT ] I would really love to continue the same type of work I did back home. Which was, simply put, lab sciences.

So. Who.. should I talk to, if I'm looking for that kind of work? I actually have my resume on my iPad, if there's an issue of having the proper credentials or anything like that, but for now I'm really only asking in the general sense.

liugan

An interesting turn of events, isn't it? Not unlike many of you now, no doubt, I find myself without lodgings. Temporary, one can only hope, but if falling sky debris is going to continue to be a problem, some form of shelter is better than nothing. If there is one among you willing to provide accomodations, it would be appreciated. Anyone who enjoys butting their noses into business not their own need not reply. I may have also found a few personal belongings scattered about in the wreckage. Should any of you be missing something particularly dear to you, we may be able to arrange a bargain.

[ ooc; I'll get to replies tomorrow after work, but if you want to say your character's lost something in all the chaos then feel free to strike up a conversation! Loki may or may not have it in his possession, and he may or may not charge ridiculous temporary ownership fees to give it back. ]

holyflame

[As the video cuts on a girl can be seen trying to adjust the settings only to slam her fist down right next to the keyboard in total frustration.]

Stupid technology…and I thought the ancient El-Hazardians made things complicated; this has got to be even worse!

[Because technology is only good when it works, and highly selective in whoever it chooses to be user friendly toward. Can you really blame her?

Upon closer inspection of the girl, she looks somewhat drained, like the strength had been sapped from her body and she was slowly trying to get it back. She shows some visible signs of her weariness, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger.]

Okay…whatever…it’s on so it’ll be what it’ll be for now…just as long as I can communicate…oh and since we’re communicating I’m going to need some answers right now.

[She sure sounds grateful, doesn’t she.]

Because…well, to be frank I didn’t understand a single thing those Phantom Tribe look-alikes were trying to yammer at me…and while we’re on the subject of yammering keep it brief. [She makes the gesture for small with her fingers to emphasize the point.] I was dumped here with a massive headache and I don’t think I can take too much…I don’t know if it has something to do with the fact that I can’t use my powers all that great…[She snaps her fingers, but only a small burst of fire appears briefly and like a candle being extinguished it goes away]…or maybe they did something…bastards…if they did I’ll seriously…

[…“kick their ass” is hanging in the air there somewhere, but a wave of weariness washes over her and she drops her head into her hands.]…This is so stupid…

shockjock

[Hey there shellonauts, meet one of your new houseguests, and she's probably also set a new record for blowing through the juulan given to foreigners in the shortest period of time, because she's already broke. Shoving it all into renovations will do that. But hey, that's why she's out here in what looks to be a net café in the Metal Sector in the first place. How's obvious she's in one of the net cafés?

Well, considering she's reclining in one chair and propping her legs up in another, while kedan grumble in the background but fail to actually intervene, it's a good indicator it's somewhere public. Which might be surprising to a few people, considering what she's wearing.]

Evenin' boys 'n girls! I, Livewire, have come to you with a simple question: What do you kids do for fun around here? I mean, I'm imaginative, and I consider myself pretty resourceful, but considerin' the locals seem to be a bunch of total buzzkills I doubt any of 'em would appreciate my brand of fun.

[Translation: She wants to wait until they finish making her new digs look fancy before she starts terrorizing everyone. Hey, the alternative is doing it herself, but that's hard work and screw that she's got better things to do than move furniture around.]

I mean, if I'm gonna enjoy my decidedly unscheduled vacation here in Turtle Paradise, I might as well see if there's anybody worth enjoyin' it with. If I'm gonna get this much time all to myself outside a private cell, I wanna make the most of it!

[Now, she could make her own fun by just lurking around in people's electrical systems and eavesdropping on their every word, but this approach was more fun. Besides, it'd let her publicly mock any suggestions she didn't approve of. And the people who made them. Heck, she might even mock the people making suggestions she did approve of. Just for old times' sake.]

So start talkin', my precious little listeners! I haven't got all day!

ironwood

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