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There is a reason why Saint Valentine is so very popular in France! Who does not like a handwritten note and a little favour at their doorstep, handed over by some pretty damsel-- or stripling? Hm? One should be willing to Rome very far indeed, to execute such a token with care to friends and loved ones, with all the haste of flying on a Cupid's wings!

Indeed, I wonder that everyone does not have a few recipients in mind already, for such favours? And to such an end, this question, most serious:

Is there a shop well-known for sturdy, pretty stationery and good pen-ink? Nothing pigmented, if you please!

If anyone knows of such a place, please point me in its direction. I'd thank you for the tip.

Ah! And for those of you who do not know me yet, salutations and introductions. I am called Joly, and I am a medical student, lately of Paris, presently as shell-shocked as the rest of the company. A pleasure to meet you!

Now, to end with a little seasonal joke, for the medically-minded among us:

Gapeworm is red, Cholera is blue,
Honey helps the lymphs, and lemon does too.
Thou are my love and I am thine;
So stay warm and dry, my Valentine!

It's very sound advice, at that. The winter months are dastardly.

Happy writing!

bindsthedead

[When Sabriel's face shows up on the screen, it's even paler than normal, and the dark circles under her eyes are clearly visible.]

I need to know if anyone here has any knowledge of the Realm of Death in this world beyond what we were able to find out in Sinbrilee. [A pause.] Please. It will be of considerable help in dealing with the Enemy.

And for those of you who have arrived since it attempted to attack the turtle- do not underestimate it. Do not speak its name. It is every bit as dangerous as you were told it was, and possibly more. And it can corrupt people's minds- or possess them outright. And it is not going to be stopped by guns, or swords, or the simpler forms of magic. We must find a way to destroy or bind it, or it may follow us back to our own worlds, and do there what it has already done here.

We need to keep the turtles safe. They're- they're babies, and they represent this world's best hope for recovery. Aside from the turtle whose shell we stand on, they are the last of their kind.

( Locked to Evandau )

( Locked to Asshole Secret Service )

( Locked to students )

( Locked to Amon )

poeticverses

[Here's a seldom seen face on the network. Jehan's been sick and it shows--he's paler than normal and he sounds a little stuffy.

(The illness was actually convenient. He hasn't been feeling very sociable and this gave him a very good reason to not be sociable.)

But he is feeling better and he supposes he'd best let whoever may have been looking for him know, as well as see who all has shown up in his absence. In the background, you can hear his panpipes playing 19th century Christmas carols]

I had forgotten that simply because I am indisposed does not mean that the world at large is equally indisposed. I have been largely unavailable for the last month, for reasons I suspect are obvious [and here he turns to cough] and I am afraid I have no idea where we are or what has happened. Would anyone be so kind as to, ah, inform me?

For those who may have joined us in the last month, or for those who may have forgotten my face, I am Jean Prouvaire, formerly of Paris.

amonfire

I'm requesting help moving old equipment back to the free clinic in the Earth sector.

[ An almost two months had passed with more than enough fanfare to last more than one lifetime, but Amon was largely ignorant to it all as he showed up on the network in his now emptied out apartment. The mask that had been broken some time ago was again covering his face and any emotion behind it; his features frozen in that same, blank porcelain smile. ]

I'm aware that it works almost exclusively with kedan too poor to go elsewhere, but if anyone here were seeking to build sturdier bridges among the local populace then now is your chance. The news a permanent hospital is being constructed in place of doctor Soranik's old clinic has reached my ears, but you'll forgive me if I was too busy collecting myself after finding myself here once again.

[ Amon taps on the hard wood of his desk - one of the only pieces of furniture left behind after his sudden departure. ]

On that subject: Has anyone else experienced a return? To Keelai, I mean. I'm interested if it's common place, or if there are any adverse effects.

ofmyth

[Do not adjust your consoles, turtlefolk, the picture of the slightly scowly person taking up your screen is correct. Thor just happens to have really, really broad shoulders.

He stares silently into the console for a moment longer than might be comfortable for some people.]

To those of you who reside on this turtle whom I have not yet met: greetings. I am Thor, brother of Loki and member of the Avengers.

[Another pause. Why on Earth do people talk to each other on these things? One might as well talk to a brick wall.]

I am responsible for the sudden storm which arrived and so suddenly departed a few nights ago.

If you know of any damage which was caused then, bring it to my attention and I shall put it right. You have my word that any future storms of such magnitude will be kept outside the confines of the city.

[Another pause... and he nods. That's everything he wanted to say.]

[Locked to Tony Stark 616 (20% encryption)]

[Thor is much quieter than when they last spoke.]

We must have words.

[Note: This is following up this happenstance. TL;DR: Thor lost his temper and made it rain and lightning quite badly and there's been slight/mild damage to stuff because YAY FIGHTING?! :'D Feel free to have had something of your character's been damaged by lightning and Thor will come fix it (or just yell at him for being so noisy so late in the evening. Wow such a rude neighbour.)]

mightythinice

[when it clicks on, have a face full of dirty red headed kid. She looks absolutely delighted by the fact that the console works, and her words seal the deal]

Holy shit, this thing really works?! This is so fucking cool! So, I turned this on and everyone else can hear me, right? This thing’s like a mass phone call or… Oh, wait. Is this what it was like being on TV?

[she pulls out a book from her backpack]

Well, I’m reading a book about anti- gravity… It’s impossible to put down. Pfff. Okay, okay, I won’t read my good ol’ pun book to everyone, but if you ever need a joke, let me know.

Also, I’m looking for someone. His name’s Joel, he’s kind of older, brown hair, talks with a pretty thick Texas accent.

And if anyone knows where I can find a bunch of books in English, that’d be awesome. Last place I went to, they were all in this fucking weird script! No good if you wanna actually read something, you know?

solo_patria

[Enjolras stares out at the camera, his expression set and his eyes hard. It would be clear, likely, to those who know him, that he is not handling the Empresses's (yeah, he'd disrespect you equally if you were a emperor; he just can't get behind the gendered terms in his mind)announcement well. In truth, he wants to go out and break something or set it on fire, or some other urge he has ever repressed, and will continue to do so. To think of THAT coming home, to the people. No.

Full understanding's dawned now, and that understanding is horrifying, dizzying, and there is but one way that Enjolras can think to even begin dealing with it. When he speaks, his voice is grave, the tones used on the barricade, though modulated for this moment at least.]

And so we learn the way of it at last.

Might we all speak together soon? I...am in need of all of you and what actions that we may plan to take.

[And, in a rare display of actual anger, saved up perhaps, from Gavroche, along with other things, brought to light by the threat to Patria, he's slamming a fist down, HARD, upon his desk, enough that he sees a crack left behind, though that does not really help. The last time anyone has seen him give in to something like this would be July of 1830, but he's done it as it is.]

We fight for France, and the people again. There is no question of it. But in the matter of how, I am outclassed. Might the rest of you have some thoughts? Please begin considering them until the group of us may meet.

jondrette

-backdated to morning-

[When Eponine appears on the video screen, she's not in her own suite. Instead, she's in a rather clean looking suite with a few small Kedan children visible. Her eyes are wide and wild, and she's visibly harried.]

They tell me he's gone! Disappeared and never came back!

I had just found him and- he promised me he would never leave me, just as I had promised him before! I told him I'd be a better sister- [She breaks off sharply, closing her dark eyes and turning her gaze downward. After a moment, her hand comes up to pinch the bridge of her nose and she shakes her head.]

Non. I shall not cry. We are Thénardiers, and we do not cry. He would not have it, and so I will not cry. He is... There is nothing for him in Paris. And I fear there are fewer and fewer things for me here. [She takes a ragged inhale, looking up again, her eyes wet and bright as the tip of her nose stings, the end red. But her voice is calmer when she speaks again, solid and determined.]

My dear brother is gone. Gavroche Thénardier has gone at last to the heaven he deserved. Born of a wolf and a hag, he was an angel.

[She shuts off the feed- if anyone needs her, she'll be drinking in her suite.]

lecentre

[This is perhaps the most Courfeyrac has been on the network since arriving. And it's as a woman, no less.]

I've been confined to my room by my dear friend for the moment... To protect my modesty or something of the sort. Still, it seems such a shame to not share this with the rest of you and therefore...

I am giving ample warning and a good moment's pause before I share what I feel must be shared before I lose it. You've been warned.

[And true to his-- her-- word, there's a few minutes before she's lifting her top and flashing the network a glimpse of her lacy bra, a big grin on her lips.]

They're just perfect, wouldn't you agree?

jondrette

-backdated to this morning-

[Eponine has always been a small girl, and that is very much evident now when she's managed to reach an even smaller size. With her big brown eyes, Eponine looks the picture of innocence that she most certainly is not.] I do not know what has happened. I have gone back to the size I was back in Montfermeil!

I don't like it. [She crosses her arms, and it seriously is pretty adorable.]

I believe that makes me seven at the oldest. At least I was not starving then.

How did this happen, and more importantly, how is it that we can reverse it?

solo_patria

[Hello Turlelites. You're being treated to a close up view of one of Enjolras's sheets, and a sleeping Enjolras for a moment. Because someone's pet wasn't totally secured last night and managed to turn on his console this morning. Which is set for video. The next thing you're seeing is...a very pretty blond kid of about fourteen or fifteen turning over a little in his sleep, apparently muttering something to someone next to him(?!!) and then opening his eyes, before nudging his companion.]

Combeferre? Combeferre something feels off.

[And he's standing, and stretching, trying to figure this out as the shirt he was half wearing, which was already big on him last night ends up sliding halfway down his shoulders.]

What in the...

Current Mood: anxious

lecentre

[There's a lady in an oversized man's shirt sitting in front of the video, grinning. Twirling her hair around her finger. Occasionally inspecting her own appearance vainly.]

This is certainly not how I expected to wake up today... But it could be fun, couldn't it? I can't possibly imagine another opportunity to see what it's like to be a lady, though I'm certain I'll be positively horrible at it. This answers those "if you were a lady for a day what would you do" questions, doesn't it?

[She lifts her arms above her, stretching while watching the feed still.]

Not a look I'd like to keep, mind you, but I can deal with it for now~

[With a wink and lick of her lips, she leans in and cuts the feed off. Courfeyrac is perhaps a bit too excited to be a lady.]

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[Open Action]

[During the event, Courfeyrac's going to be wandering around quite a bit. This is the most he-- she's actually been out and about in a while. And she'll be flirting with anyone she can. Feel free to run into her...

However, for one Marius Pontmercy, he may notice a lady coming out of Courfeyrac's room in nothing but Courfeyrac's top and heading over to the kitchen for breakfast on that first morning.]

oathwalk

[Maybe this is a bad idea. But this has been bothering, and he thought this would be the best way to find out. After consideration, he decides not to lock it from Marius. Surely, Marius can keep himself under control, right?

It's good to have faith in your friends, okay.

So here is Richard, looking more relaxed than last time, but with that slight furrow of the brows that means a matter is unresolved.]

I have had some conflicting information about an individual from Earth's history, and I was hoping that someone could clarify the point. [With a certain wry humour, but entirely in chest:] And if you must disagree with one another, I ask that you keep your tempers. Debate is one thing, and welcome; escalating conflict is another, and is unnecessary.

Who is Napoleon Bonaparte, and what is his role in the history of Earth?

[And is he a dragon?]

bindsthedead

Let me repeat what others have said- names have power. Particularly the name of our enemy. Don't speak it or produce it in text or writing unless absolutely necessary. And if you think you're clever or brave for going around shouting that name, I'll put you under a silencing spell so powerful you won't be able to speak again for months. [Sabriel is Not Happy, and actually a little bit scared.]

I have a request- There's an object I found in Sinbrilee- a stone monolith from my world, called a Charter Stone. I need someone with exceptional strength to help me move it- you'll be compensated for your trouble, of course. [And with Malicant's post, Sabriel is eager to get it to a place where she and her students can easily draw on its strength if neccessary.]

I'm also happy to say that I'll be teaching magic at the new school that's opening soon, along with English and music, if people are interested in learning. Timothy Drake, your father told met that you might be interested in studying magic?

[Locked to her students, default encyrption]

I found several more books about Charter Magic during my stay- as well as a Paperwing, although given what's happened, I'd rather teach you about protective spells and wards, rather than weather charms. And once the Charter stone is moved into Keeliai, we'll have a greater source of power to draw from.

lecentre

[Hello Turtle. This is a face that hasn't been over the communicators often at all... And hasn't really been out and about in the past two months. He's well dressed enough, but the circles under his eyes suggest he hasn't had a decent night's sleep in a while.

He smiles, an action that doesn't quite make it to his eyes, and tips his hat.]

It's been brought to my attention that I've been rather... Anti-social... as of late.

[He laughs, a hollow sound.]

This, my friends, is my attempt to fix that.

dracobin

[The post is the first word from anyone in Team 7 since a few days before the 13th, and unusual for Temeraire in more than a few ways: the feed is audio only, for one, and when he speaks, for another, his voice is hesitant, slow, and clearly shaken.]

This is--

This is hardly the best time to say this, in light of all our recent difficulties, with these creatures, and I do not know where to begin--I must beg your pardon, but--

--it came for us.

[He falls silent. An astute listener might notice significantly less trilling coming from the feed than most broadcasts on the network: he has been taking out his frustration on the tribbles, and his apartment is, for the moment, mostly tribble-free. Well, mostly free of living tribbles. Pity, really, since it sounds like he might have needed the calming effect.

He takes a deep breath, and tries again.]

We were in the palace--there were interrogations to be conducted, on behalf of Evandau--and it came for us. It took us--

[Silence again. Clearly he is choosing all the wrong places to begin, and it is some time before he resumes with:] Annabeth spoke of a realm of Death, in her last post, and what I saw, for a moment, was very like her description. In any case--there is no question that is its country; that it may do whatever it likes to whomever is unfortunate enough to enter it; and that what occurs in that realm, however fleeting the event, feels as real and vivid as if it had occurred in this reality.

I know that we must fight it regardless, but I fear I cannot imagine how.

[And this time there is only a moment of silence before he lets out a quavering breath, and cuts the feed. Any responses to the post come several hours later.]

[Private to Team 7, standard encryption, French text:]
Pray respond at once; I must know if you have come to harm.

sophos

[Annabeth's face pops up, curls a mess as usual, but considering the turtle developments, she doesn't look nearly as cross as usual?? There's the sounds of water splashing around somewhere in the suite, but she doesn't appear to care.]

It goes without saying that the turtle's health started improving at last. [Because powers! And it's swimming again!] I know various numbers of us were tasked by Evandau into investigations, and I don't know how all the other situations turned out, but Doctor Soranik Natu, Rogue, Percy Jackson, and myself found something probably worth sharing.

We were assigned with investigating a string of robberies initially, but really, the important part is we discovered a series of incomplete archways in several different homes and attempted to recreate one in its entirety.

The whole "world between Life, Death, and Dreaming" thing everyone gets on arrival? Start taking it literally, if you weren't before. Keeliai as we live in it here is the Life plane. The archway opened up a portal of a kind, and said portal took us to the Death plane.

[A blob of water floats across the screen, blurring Annabeth's face, but it's still possible to see her turn around in a huff, and from somewhere off screen there's an "Oops, sorry!" before the water flies off. She continues unperturbed.]

It was basically a version of Keeliai gone awry and ruined, everything rotting away, and we found markings in the form of some kind of blood magic, directly over where the Emperor's Palace is in this plane. Scans proved it to be kedan blood in origin, some of it fresh, and the pattern was being drawn by - you know, what we're here to fight, in a magical attempt to kill Tu Vishan. We were able to wipe the incomplete blood slate clean and stop this part of his illness before leaving the plane. [By 'we' she mostly means Ocean Jesus did A Water Thing.]

Unfortunately, or fortunately, the way in seems to be gone. The archways all disappeared once we got back, as did that particular methodology in creating them. [Melted pins ahh. A pause.] The Death plane is probably where our infamous threat is hiding. Its domain, so to speak.

Tu Vishan's health is picking up, but this - this situation here, with this thing we're up against? It's definitely not over.

dungfu

[The video opens with A SHOWER OF FIREWORKS.

Wait, how did fireworks get indoors?

The answer comes in the form of the big white doggy-- well, to some who have very good senses or abilities that lean towards the more spiritual bent, or people who are just spiritual themselves, they can see that the big white dog isn't all white as they think. And she's currently twirling her tail like she's tracing a circle with it.

And out of nowhere a giant bomb appears right where her tail was twirling. And the wick is already burning.

But she has no intentions of running. In fact, the great white thing is staying put, until the bomb explodes in another shower of those fireworks, with the dog giving the derpiest grin ever.

She looks at the camera and nods happily at whoever is watching.]

Now I can work properly.

dracobin

[For those who have seen Temeraire before, the dragon is noticeably more tired-looking than usual, and very nearly pale underneath his dull black scales. Though he is seated comfortably in front of the console, he seems nevertheless agitated: his whiskers are twitching slightly, and his breathing is strangely rapid.]

I was out to the shell's edge very early this morning, since my usual stock of fish had run out, and I could not help but notice how difficult it was to fly, and how much more difficult it became, the higher I went. It reminded me very much of Atamischar: the pressure in the air felt very similar there, and it took me much longer to stay aloft than it has previously.

But that is nothing new; a great many of you have been feeling weak, of late. I will cut to the chase, since there does not seem to be any way around it: the barrier around the turtle is shrinking. I do not think I could venture more than a hundred metres out before I was forced to turn back, with precious little to show for my troubles. It seems to me this must, too, be related to Asti's illness, but as for a cure--I am sorry to admit I have none.

[He pauses, a little awkwardly, clearly unused to asking for this sort of favour.] In the meantime, with my usual supply of food curtailed for the foreseeable future, I should like to offer my services. I have recently completed my lessons with Lieuen, and am fluent in the most common dialect of the kedan language, though I am sure I might puzzle out any closely related dialects, given time; if you have any material you should like translated, with the utmost discretion, pray let me know. Failing in that, I have retained at least a little of my strength, and would be happy to assist anyone where I may.

[Another pause, and he switches off the feed.]

amonfire

[ There is a blast of static before the video feed clicks on. The only elaborate thing he owned that stood out against all the drab issued-on-arrival furniture that dotted his bare as bones suite was a cherry wood desk. Laid out on its surface was a gutted and dissected glove that looks to be made of metal and snaking cords of copper. Even behind that white wood mask he looked displeased with whatever project lay the electric glove in pieces. ]

While experimenting with finding alternate power sources for these devices in the wake of yet another series of tragedies and misfortunes, I decided to turn my attention elsewhere. Not to arsenal but to my fellow foreigners.

The divide between those who possess preternatural and even god-like abilities and those who do not is wide, and I find this distressing. While we are all unequal in the eyes of the Emperor I believe she does wish us to be capable of standing on our own two feet whenever the next cataclysmic event occurs, or whenever the supposed apocalypse fires start.

Taking time away from my free clinic in the Earth sector I will start offering to teach those with little to no formal training in the basics of martial arts: specifically, chi-blocking and hand to hand, closed quarters combat. Without demonstration I can best describe chi-blocking to the uninformed as a school of martial arts that places emphasis on temporarily rendering muscle function useless and even dampening chi or energy based powers. If nothing else, those who feel defenceless can take some initiative.

Kyle Rayner has agreed to supply rooms at EA-3B for training a small number of students at a time so I won't be far from my clinic. In the meantime I hope to attract a small student body and cooperate with anyone here who has experience in close-quarters combat and/or martial arts. It would be best to introduce something so demanding and exact as chi-blocking slowly. A sort of teacher-student arrangement.

I will be taking names of interested foreigners and answering any questions through my personal console, or in person at my clinic.

Standard encryption: private to M. Pontmercy

It's entirely up to you, but I must insist you take up these lessons.

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