wherethestoryis: (Unstoppable force)
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[The sound in Lois's voice is fierce, partially against the sounds of panic and distant attacks.]

Our enemy has finally played his hand. Cutting communication and supplies is always a good first step in a shooting war--we've all seen that, whether at home or here and now. As I'm sure you've all noticed, the consoles were the first casualty.

But it seems as if what we've developed ourselves has been spared. Maybe it's because it wasn't hooked in, and it isn't deemed important yet. Whatever the reason:

Here at the radio, we are still up and running. We will stay up and running twenty-four-seven as long as the crisis persists. Our headquarters is in EA-3A. If you need to broadcast and emergency message, stop by. Someone will be here to help you. We may not be able to receive replies, but news will still get out. If you have any important updates on the situation, come as well. We are under attack, but we are fighting back, and we are not helpless.

Finally, while we're determined to keep this up, we do need help. We will be taking on extra volunteers to make sure we never have to go off the air.

As more information comes in, we'll share as much as we can with you, both on rescue efforts, safe-havens, places for treatment, and other hazards inflicted by this action. And more than just news and announcements are welcome; music, stories, anything you think may raise morale can and will be interspersed with our updates.

We'll repeat this message periodically throughout the day. And to our enemy, should it--or they--be listening:

However much you try, we'll resist. Whatever lengths you go to, we will match. And we will not be silenced.

[The feed cuts. It is recorded and repeated.]

[ACTION]

[And for those who want to stop by and sign up, or make announcements this first day, Lois can be found in the front room more or less constantly--usually with coffee in her hand. She looks more than a little frazzled, but also somehow energized. This is her natural habitat.]

[[ooc: any action here is only for immediate visits and reactions to this message specifically. There is a thread for general radio interactions during the whole event here. OOC information here]]
funkindofwicked: ([annoyed] 097)
[personal profile] funkindofwicked
[There is the sound of something crashing against a wall--mainly because Tea threw it--but it's off stage and nothing hints at what it might have been. She looks a bit annoyed--or maybe a lot annoyed--and glaring off screen for a moment.]

-you sit still, damn it, before I take an interest in taxidermy. [Then she finally turns her attention back to the screen.]

So I found something that looked interesting in one of the domes and instead of running off into the wilderness it followed me home. [By which she means she bought something and then wanted to get rid of it but it won't go away. And then there is a bark from off screen she barely acknowledges and the sound of something else falling and hitting the ground.

Suddenly there is a blur of white coming from off screen and Tea reaches out, snatching it by the color and lo and behold it is a white dog that is very enegetic and trying to keep her attention. It doesn't have a collar on.]


I'm sure someone out there would love a chance to play with man's best friend again, if he happens to belong to any of you. [Much much sarcasm because she took off the collar and cape and knows exactly who he belongs to and plans to see if he'll come out and admit it.] If not, would anyone be interested in a special dog that needs a home [that is not with her]. I'll even make sure he's neutered before you take him off my hands.

[Said dog does not look that pleased about her offer and jerks his way out of her grip and back down to the floor, moving away from her. She doesn't care as long as he stops getting into shit. Who the hell decided a dog needed super powers?]

{OOC: Superman will be getting his dog back...eventually. Tea just wants to make him work for it.}
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[personal profile] unetrustworthy
(A million, of course, meaning the highest she currently knew how to code, which was a solid 60%. Thus, he theoretically could still hack it, should he choose to do so)


[It had been more than a week, and Midii was still at a complete loss. So much so, she was finally desperate enough to go to the Network for help. Something that, under most any other circumstance, she would never do. Which spoke volumes about the situation as a whole. And how she felt about it.]

[After more than a full ten seconds of silence wondering how to phrase her problem, before she gave up and just blurted out the first question that came to mind:]


How do you get someone to admit he's being a jerk?

hackingyoursensors: Young Justice, Robin and Batman smiling while standing side-by-side (DG • PB; that's adorable)
[personal profile] 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.]
raptorcanaria: (my friends are in my head)
[personal profile] raptorcanaria
Oh, no wait. Wrong setting.

[When the video comes on she waits for a second with an expectant expression, only to realize that she's waiting for a familiar green face and that's not going to appear here. So she pushes her bangs back out of her eyes for what might be the hundredth time today, and breaks out a grin. She might not feel on top form right now, but she's a professional and she can handle it.]

Hey, guys and girls, Black Canary's here. If that means anything to you, check in and let me know you're here, okay?

Or at least tell me there's good dim sum on this turtle, because I am starved.

[There's another pause as she turns her attention back to the console and finds the appropriate control to end the video for replies. She knew she should have paid closer attention during the demonstration.]
shockjock: (Relaxing)
[personal profile] 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!
wherethestoryis: (Smile)
[personal profile] wherethestoryis
[Somewhat uncharacteristically, Lois is actually using the console in the Earth Sector suite which nominally belongs to her for this video. In fact, it looks like it’s being made into a work space. She’s smiling with satisfaction.]

Lois Lane, with the Daily Planet back home. As for here?

Clark has talked about our plans for a news source run by and for us foreigners. You might wonder what more we could do, since this network is a communal blog—journal, for those of you from other time periods. While some of us might be intelligence agents or professional researchers or detectives [you know who you are], most of us don’t have the time and energy to go through every conversation for answers, announcements, or news. Hopefully our station can be a kind of go-to hub for highlights.

More seriously, sometimes stories can be pretty scary to break. If you don’t want to be the one to be in the crosshairs but think something needs to get out, come to us. We’ll try our best to keep you safe as well as breaking the news. [And they’re qualified, too.]

Finally, there are multiple and growing foreigner organizations. Every new idea generates a storm of questions which get repeated. Clark and I hope this will be a good way to consolidate them. To give you an idea, an old friend agreed to drop by.

[She stands a little to scoot over and make room and—surprise! Red cape, blue suit, S-shield. Shocking--unless you know even a little bit about them. It is the opposite of shocking.

Superman waves at the camera smiling brightly. The kind of smiles a man gives when being in front of the cameras is your average life.]
I’m always happy to help a friend out, and I appreciate the chance to explain my idea more in-depth.


[She smiles back at himbefore returning to the camera.] For over ten years now Superman has kept my home town of Metropolis and our Earth—sometimes our universe--safe from threats great and small. Not long ago he spoke on the Network about starting a support network for young metahumans—people with powers—who are uncertain of their powers and place in life. He’s taking time out to talk about that and respond to some of the concerns people aired during the first discussion.

So, since not everyone knows you as well as [I] those of us from our Earth do, why don’t you introduce yourself for our more recent and far-flung viewers?
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[ooc: the full interview is in the first thread, and plotwise takes place before any other threads; a summary of questions/answers for people to react to is here, to be updated as things progress.]
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[Live interview is a lot different than doing one for print: they get to talk more freely in private, even if she kept an audio record to work from. Still, she’s covered press conferences he’s spoken at; this is a slice of home.] Thanks for taking the time, Superman.

It’s always a pleasure, Ms. Lane.

[After another smile of two old friends for whom this is the natural pattern of life, she turns back to the camera.]

This is just the start. We hope to go fully live next month. We’re taking both volunteers and suggestions for a name right now. Line’s open for questions, both for me about our plans and for Superman, as long as he’s able to spare the time.
shorttempered: (Please tell me you're kidding)
[personal profile] shorttempered
[A young man in a bright yellow and blue costume turns on his webcam and stares blankly at the screen for a moment before beginning to speak.]

So uh, I figured I should meet the new neighbors since I'm stuck here and I've been told this is the best way to do it. Hi, my name's... [He reaches up to touch the fabric around is ear.] Invincible. Jeez I really have to stop getting so used to wearing the costume, forgot if it was on or not.

...

Does anyone happen to know if this In-Between place is like a multiverse thing or something, if you know what that is? I'm trying to get a sense of my bearings and the Kedan weren't exactly very helpful.

Uh... Not that they aren't already being ridiculously helpful right now what with giving me a room and some money and all that...

[He tugs at the back of his hair and sighs.]

Can someone do me a favor and tell me again that I can't just wake up or fly out of here? The Kedan must have told me about 20 times but I figure I need to hear it at least 20 more before I start to believe it.

Thanks... and sorry this got depressing fast.

[And with that he quickly turns the camera off before he can further make a fool out of himself.]
andaway: (This is a call to arms gather soldiers)
[personal profile] andaway
[Clark looks far less... cheerful than he did the last time he talked to the network. And far less cheerful than most people have actually seen him ever since appeared on the turtle. Probably because he actually hadn't had a reason to get this angry ever since he got here.]

It's become obvious thanks to latest... announcements made by the Emperor that until we're needed we will be on our own in this place and we will actually be unwanted when it comes to dealing with certain things. Well, let it be so.

Some of you might remember my idea of doing some kind of podcast for a newspaper, a way to let the news reach us all easily since the Kedan don't seem to have anything like that. Using the network they have given us is not an option anymore, not if we want to do it efficiently and in a private way. Not if we want to make sure any news they might deem 'irrelevant' or 'not our business' get out out.

[He's had experience with that, hi there Lex.]

So I need people who know about engineering and machinery. I'd like to see if it's possible to actually build a Radio station, and the transmitters and everything we would need for it. The money will not be a problem as long as you're reasonable about it, nor will the resources. 

I guess... I am offering anyone who'd be able to build it a job. 

So who's interested?
controlledvariable: (Civvies -- this is awkward)
[personal profile] controlledvariable
[The video starts slightly awkwardly, with a blur of movement and Steph reaching up to grab something from the top of the console. There's a bit of a struggle, some muttered words, until she's finally back in place, now with a squirming kitten in her arms.]

Right. Hi. [She smiles, looking a little overwhelmed; she's been chasing the cat around all morning.] I found this little one stuck up in a tree, and something tells me she's not a native.

I'm gonna guess she came from someone's home world, since I know other people got pets from home while on the mainland, but, uh, she doesn't have a collar or anything... [she was going somehere with that but she got a little distracted by the kitten trying to climb her arm.] This is my version of a 'Found' poster, I suppose. If she's yours - [Steph holds up the kitten to the screen, though it seems more interested in chewing on her fingers] - let me know, please.

[A beat, as the kitten wriggles out from her hands and runs off to go chase something around her suite. She lets it go, since she's already displayed it decently for the potential owner to see it] If it doesn't belong to anyone, then, um, I might need advice on how to look after a kitten, since apparently I've just acquired myself one.

[She's not sure how she feels about that, since she's already kind of fond of the thing, but also. cats. So she just gives a helpless looking shrug and turns off the feed.]
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[personal profile] batwave
[Ever since arriving, Bruce has spent the better part his time here trying to decide how best to handle this situation. He's long since shed his costume and put it away on the lower floor of his suite. Best not to put that on for a while. After, he combed through the suite (yes in his underwear) and tried his radio with no success.

That's when he spots the console.

When Bruce activates the voice function on his console, he's putting away the Batman voice, in order to sound as innocuous as possible. He has no civilian clothes and he would really rather not have the Batman associated with him. It's bad enough the kedan saw him in costume. He needed to put some distance between himself and the suit as quickly as possible.]


My name is Bruce and it seems I've lost my shorts in the water. [Embarrassed laugh.] Would someone mind letting me know where I could find some clothes?
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[personal profile] occupygotham
[ text, anonymous. Upon arriving, Bane has kept to himself, patiently reading through past entries on the network and evaluating his current situation. he has seen more questions raised then answers after his research ]

It would seem that the state between death, dreaming and life has more to be desired. The reason for our continued presence remains a mystery as we play the role of docile prisoners to this...Emperor. While others may seek contentment in their cage under the guise of routine and monotony, I must question one simple thing:

Tell me, fellow occupants, how long are we to be kept in the dark?

Surely none of the Kedan's guests were aware of the creatures lurking beneath the shadowed depths of Tu Vishan. A small, inconsequential thing, perhaps, to those who no longer have the fear of death instilled upon them, but the opportunity to prepare for such onslaughts was stolen from us. We are all strangers in a strange land, fellow outsiders, and it seems as if the Kedan are more than happy to maintain that relationship. A relationship that leaves us in a state of inaction.

Citizens, for that is what we should rightfully call ourselves here, it is time to find our voice.

[ a separate text message is sent out anonymously: ]

I seek the services of a medical professional- preferably one with a hand in anesthesia. Chemists, would also be welcomed.
andaway: (I see their knavery)
[personal profile] andaway
[As always, Superman's post comes from an anonymous location, somewhere in the Fire sector. He's been changing the place he broadcasts from in every post, in case someone tried to track it.]

Well, it's become obvious the turtle has decided to take a bath. It seems to be safe for now but we don't know when it will stop. The way things look it isn't going to be anytime soon. The Kedan seem to be pretty sure it will be alright so it's probably not the first time this has happened.

Those of us who can breathe underwater or spend a long time under it should share experiences to see how far we can get, but I wouldn't suggest trying to break this barrier.


Another thing to keep in mind is the lack of sunlight. [AND NOT AT ALL BECAUSE HE'S GOING TO SLOWLY LOSE HIS POWERS WITHOUT IT why would you think that geez.] Is there anyone with the kind of power that would allow them to duplicate it? Or to create a substitute? I can offer my heat vision to make fires anywhere it's needed, but it's a poor substitute.

Anyway, just... be careful, everyone.
imaginate: ([kyle] what even)
[personal profile] imaginate
[ if one looks at the location of this post, it's from Wood. Kyle's idea of being careful is essentially walking over to another Sector to use one of the cafes. ]

hello?

seriously there's better things to rip off than myspace


[ He's going to treat this as a chatroom until he has reason to do otherwise. ]

is this network the only way to contact people? what happened to telephones? or shining a signal in the sky? [ subtle. very subtle. He buffers it quickly: ] or even messenger pigeons?

[ now to see if anyone takes the hint. Before then, he decides to offer a helpful tidbit: ]

by the way this isn’t a dream or a collective hallucination
tactile_telekinesis: Made by <user name="nebulosities"> ([90's] Hands off)
[personal profile] tactile_telekinesis
[It isn't raining and his clothes are also wet, so it couldn't be due to having a shower, however Kon is dripping wet and he looks annoyed. Not at the fact he's wet, but at something else. Or maybe someone because he's staring angrily at the console and his jaw looks clenched tightly. He's not making this private, or asking to see people, he's about to blow and his blood is boiling.]

Let me tell you all straight up that that guy you know? The one with the lame ass jeans and t-shirt uniform? That guy is not me! That guy is an idiot, he's nothing like me.

[Kon has seen what has to apparently come in his future and he doesn't like it. He's pushed out with his TTK and a few things are knocked off the desk and from a small table in the background.]

You all kept things from me. You all lied to me. Why? Aw little Kon-El, let's not tell him anything about the big bad future. Did you not trust me to know this stuff? Is that it?

I know everything.
alpha_squad_leader: (Sigh)
[personal profile] alpha_squad_leader
[Victor looks a little annoyed when he turns on his console tonight. Behind him, the view of his suite is blocked by some rock. A big, talking rock to be exact. Santo's right there behind him.]

Hey, everyone. I've got a question for everyone that's familiar with superheroes. It's about the costumes. They're an important thing to have, right? For a lot of reasons like protecting and hiding secret identities.

But this guy [He jerks a thumb over his shoulder at Santo.] just says they're stupid.

Don't get me wrong, the costumes are cool but that's about it. Wearing one just to hide your identity is what's stupid. You don't see Ms. Marvel, Iron Man, or Hawkeye worried about people knowing who they are. Hell, Luke Cage doesn't even wear a costume and he kicks all kinds of ass!

Besides, you don't see any X-Men hiding behind a mask.



[Victor just rolls his eyes.]

Lots of X-Men have worn masks. [He shakes his head.] So what do you guys think? Costumes important for superheroes or not?

The answer is obviously not.

[Victor doesn't even bother replying. He just gives Santo a look.]

(ooc: Black text is Vic, Blue text is Santo)
mrsarcastic003: (No Mask Smiling)
[personal profile] mrsarcastic003
[Video opens on Tim looking... okay, not all that relaxed, but being a stranger in a strange land will kind of do that to you. Still, he's at least managing casual, leaning forward a little toward the console, resting his chin on his hands.]

So, I've had the tour. Interesting place you all have here. Pretty lively, considering. [Considering that this place is supposedly between life, death, and otherwise, it's very lively.] So what are kids these days doing for fun? I hope it's not sitting and staring at the walls, because... I have to say, that's already starting to lose its appeal.

[Pause, then a wry smile.] Oh—I'm Tim, by the way. Looking forward to getting to know you.
magicalpadawan: (wary)
[personal profile] magicalpadawan
[There’s a young woman on your video screens today, Keeliai! Well, to be more precise, it is a purple-haired young woman in what looks to be a pile of rags, leaning heavily on a cane some distance back from the screen. She brushes some of that hair out of her face and gives the screen a slightly apprehensive look. She has to raise her voice a little to be heard, sure, but she figures that’s better than the thing possibly fizzling out mid-sentence.]

Is this on? [She pauses a moment, just to make sure. No sudden explosions, check. Time to continue. Her demeanour suddenly changes, most of that apprehension melting away into something fierce, dangerous, very nearly desperate.]

Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t just scoop people out of their home worlds. How am I supposed to believe that no time passes here? Could be a Rip van Winkle kind of thing, or maybe -- [Her face sharpens as a sudden thought occurs.]

Lea. I don’t know what kind of shit you think you’re pulling, but you know I don’t have time for this. I never agreed to any of your stupid deals. I need to be home. Please.
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[personal profile] wholenewstory
[Cassandra's expression is quietly curious as she considers the feed.]

Was wondering - how many of you are fighters.

I'd like...more sparring partners. We could - learn from each other.

[After a moment of thoughtful silence, her brow furrows.]

If you don't know how - I could teach you.

It's...better. To be able to...to defend yourself.
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (ways of saying I'm afraid)
[personal profile] notdreaming
[ Kara spends some time familiarizing herself with her surroundings before trying to send a message. It's all very strange, very alien, but no more so than Earth is. Once she feels collected enough to do so she turns her attention to the console. It isn’t quite like anything she’s ever used before, but the technology is close enough to what she’s used to on Krypton that after a bit of fiddling around she manages to get the video feed on and recording. She takes a deep breath and addresses the network. ]

I’m told that people are brought here from all over the place. If that’s true, and you can all understand me… [ She doesn’t really get how that works, but she sincerely hopes that it does. Otherwise, she’s on her own. Again. ]

I need to know. How many of you know the planet Krypton? And what do you know about it?

[ She almost adds a ‘please’, because if nobody here has answers for her then she won’t know anything until she returns home. If she returns home. But instead she clenches her jaw and turns off the feed. ]