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[Mavis comes online shortly before sundown, her darkened room brightened marginally by the short candles (the last of her stock) scattered about the suite. Her expression is serious and her arms are crossed. When the candlelight shifts marginally, one could almost say she is pouting, but she totally stopped doing that in her fifties.

Oh, and she's standing on the ceiling, appearing upsidedown on the consoles.]

Hi. Mavis here. [Here, she falters, discontent.]

It's obvious that I'm not the only vampire here. [Yeah. Surprise! ...even if she doesn't actually know how many there are.] It's also obvious that certain other vampires -- [She rolls her eyes; naming no Batmans.] -- aren't setting a good example for monsterkind. [Forget naming. This disappointed look she's aiming at the console? IT'S FOR YOU, BATMAN.] They act surly and grumpy and it's setting monster perception back centuries. We're talking Stoker era backwards, guys.

[Right. The point. Mavis straightens up, unfolding her arms and thumping one hand decisively into the opposite palm.]

I want everyone to know that not all vampires are sour pumpkins! [She stresses this point, starting to pace back and forth on the ceiling.] Most of us are really great and just want to live peacefully with humans. And kedan. [Oh, yeah. She suspects all this kedan negativity to be linked back, in part, to Mr. Growly McBatpants and his PR failure.]

Soooo, to make sure no one else misunderstands us, I'm coming out of the coffin to answer any questions you have about vampires. [A deep breath, then a smile.] I mean, daughter of Dracula, right? I kind of an expert. [A nervous laugh.] It's totally cool! Don't freak out or anything. I don't bite. [Her smile bares her fangs, but that's part and parcel of the whole vampire shindig.]

stagethreeclinger

[ So, Roy hasn't been around that long, but he's gotten to know Keeliai, the natives, heard about the Emperor and definitely picked up on the tension between foreigners and the Kedan, but just out right asking about What The Hell Is Wrong With This Place seems a little too obvious. And lame.

And this way is much more fun. ]

Okay so is there a part of living on the back of a giant magic turtle that isn't supposed to be completely awesome? Because a lot of you seem to be really bummed about it, and I'm starting to think it's more than just a strong case of Stick Up The Ass going around.

[ And frankly, Roy likes looking like the idiot. He raises up a hand holding some kind of Kedanian smoothie in the cafe he's seated in, and gives an 'okay, humor me' kind of gesture. ]

Let's pretend for two seconds that you're all actually the most boring people ever and the part where we're on a monster turtle isn't enough for you - you're getting what's practically a free vacation. A beautiful city on a tropical island that's really more like a cruise, and even a space you can go sit near Yurtle's massive head and zen your neurotic brains out. The closest we have to that at home is legalizing pot.

I know I'm inviting a sea of sarcastic quips to kill my buzz about the whole badass Suessical adventure, so let's try to be organized and civil about this - there's only so much scathing sardonicism I can handle at once. Please fill out the attached form and get back to me:

Your Name: Self explanatory.
Your Age: It'd probably explain some things, I'm jussayin.
Level of Suck of Your Homeworld: On a scale of Fantasia to Bambi. Just trying to keep some perspective.
Your Complaints About Our Magical Turtle Adventure: Let it all out, brothers and sisters. Testify.
Notes: Whatever. How's my hair?

Thank you for your participation! Here is a wavier for your free snow cone! Not really. Sorry.

[ Oh wait, just this last piece here: ] Also, if you know anyone who likes to run around in tights and a mask, maybe a cape, let me know? Thanks! [ A little salute, and he signs out. ]

[[ ooc; If you could, please fill out his permissions post ova hurr, and here's the html for his little questionnaire thing :>

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wallcrawler

[And it's a somewhat exhausted Pete greeting you all, looking somewhat bored out of his mind.]

So, now that I'm officially out of a job, I don't suppose anyone out there's looking for lab assistant by any chance, are they? It doesn't even have to be a paying position, since the rationing's handling the necessary stuff. I just need something to do, and hopefully working around a lab'll get my mind off things.

Since there's not really anyone else from my home around, I can't really provide references, but I did work for a few months interning under Dr. Conners at the ESU genetics lab, so I'm familiar with the basics. And with how to handle dangerous lab specimens, if there's a chance of that coming up.

[A beat.]

Also not panicking when a revenge-crazy supervillain created by some of those specimens happens to show up, but the odds of that one happening again are probably lower.

[Electro was a bit of a fluke, from what he was able to tell. It was impressive enough he survived at all, and compared to that the superpowers part was actually a bit less surprising.]

superoverachiever

Okay, the kedan are seriously getting on my nerves. [Ava's standing in front of her console just so she can keep her hands on her hips and glare unhappily down at the screen.] We didn't ask to be here!

And I really doubt we're gonna get any help we don't make people give us. So, I say we figure out who all's responsible for actual attacks on people and turn 'em over to the guards. Then they pretty much have to something, right?

And seriously, does anybody here know how to read this language yet?

cravats

[When the video turns on, Lyall is doing up one of his cuffs, his expression rather more sour than usual. He quickly drops his hand when he sees that the camera has turned on already.]

Is anyone keeping track of the places where our kedan friends have devolved into open hostilities? Are there any particularly risky neighbourhoods? I was just forced to ruin a nice set of clothes to escape a particularly rude group. I liked that waistcoat, and I don't suppose I'll be able to replace it any time soon with supplies being what they are. What a pity.

At least I saved my hat.

[Indeed, people who were in the Fire Sector earlier may have seen a small wolf (or possibly a large fox) running through the streets with a bowler hat in its mouth.]

wallcrawler

[Frankly, considering how used to playing punching bag he is back home, Pete's been able to largely ignore the still worsening view of him and the other outsiders on the turtle. That, and he figures it'll change again once resources aren't so scarce. But one thing he's not over is something he'd been noticing after several days in Atam.]

Does anybody else want to get as far away from this place as possible? I don't mean the turtle, either. Something about the mainland feels...wrong. Like, creepy Orwellian kind of wrong.

[Someone may or may not have asked about that central stockade. And noticed how nobody his age or younger was running around the city. It was hard to say which one creeped him out more, really...]

wintershepherd

[ Jack is sitting crosslegged on the chair, his Wood suite behind him backlit by the console screen. He looks pensive and it's taken him the better part of an hour to decide whether he should even bring this up, but it's been nagging at him like a stubborn itch that won't go away. He opts for video to reach the most people but as there are a number of new arrivals, the jury is still out on who can see him -- whether they'll see nothing but hear his voice, or those who will think this is an empty, glitched feed. ]

Has anyone else noticed lately that the kedan seem a little... different?

It's been a few weeks now and I thought it was just because the rationing had everyone on edge but I've had a bunch of them tell me they don't want me doing their deliveries any more, even after I offered to do them for free if they didn't have spare juulan.

[ an uncomfortable pause, then Jack's shoulders roll in a shrug of feigned nonchalance ]

Some of them were, uh, kind of nasty about it too. Anyway, I just wanted to know if anyone else had noticed it...

nefertiri

I certainly didn't expect to - How on earth do I - This is entirely too complicated. ( Evie's commentary is cut short when she realizes that others might be watching her. The device says "recording", which is a word she equates with...movie cameras? But they hardly look anything like what she is holding in her hands. ) My name is Evelyn O'Connell and I run the British Museum. I'm -

not sure what to make of this place. It's like nothing I have ever seen before. I would like to know more about it. ( She is going to forego thinking about the technology (which seems to be quite advanced) and focus on something she is comfortable with. Books. ) Are there any books about the history of this land? I would love to read them.

Actually if there is a library, I wouldn't mind reading any books I can get my hands on. ( It's easier for her to focus on gaining knowledge. Before she even fiddled with her communicator, she experienced a moment of panic at being separated from Rick, Alex and Jonathan, but now she knows what she needs to do. She doesn't have time to fall apart. It won't do her any good and she knows that. ) I hope I'm using this correctly.

neoguardian

Welp, there’s five hours of my life I don’t think I’ll be getting back...all that time spent grilling these strange Overlanders and they give me a load of waffle for my trouble [behold, as the video kicks into gear the viewer is presented with an unusual creature--not quite human, not quite animal, and distinctly girl...well if she doesn't look like your typical girl she sounds...girly?] now I just have more questions than before.

Like this whole In Between business [her emphasis is accompanied by exaggerated finger gestures] well this is my body so you think I’d be the first to know if something happens, normally I would know if I had died…this doesn't feel like a dream…shoulda seized the day and pinched an Overlander when I had the chance. [In retrospect she looks almost...disappointed at the missed opportunity.]

Actually, now that I think about it things started getting really hairy after I stated asking the big questions like “how do I know?” and “where’s the my ticket off of this funny farm?” [she folds her arms in front of her looking decidedly contemplative] then suddenly it’s suddenly all this Emperor person’s business. You'd think a girl'd have the right to know, but I guess this Emperor doesn't think much about wanderlust…isn't that just too bad?

[Yeah, too bad.]

That’s a kind of royalty right? This Emperor thing? That would simplify, dealing with royalty is one of my specialties [she doesn’t elaborate on what she means by that, but instead she cracks her knuckles menacingly] and as Angel Island’s resident Guardian I think a little diplomacy is in order. If reason doesn’t work I’m open to exploring alternatives, it’s not like I have a whole lot of leisure time here. My duties come first, that’s something a ruler should be able to understand.

[But even as she says it she can’t help looking a little skeptical, apparently she knows things are not always that simple.]

Awful nice of them to provide dwellings though, the digs aren't so bad, but this isn't a long term arrangement--so I guess it'd be prudent to get the skinny on this place first? I'll take any information.

newblood

[ Caroline has been lurking, as much as she hates to admit it. She has been exhibiting Stereotypical, Creepy Vampire Behavior, and she is so not thrilled about it. Sneaking around, watching people — the works. This place is entirely unfamiliar to her, and she needs to deal with certain dietary concerns before she can even begin thinking of anything else.

Breathe, she thinks. Play it cool. What would Stefan do? He'd be careful, subtle.

He wouldn't want anything to trace back to him. ]

i hate to break up the ration talk (it's big news. i know.), but there's something that's been bugging me.

so, foreigners of tu vishan, what are your thoughts on werewolves, vampires, and witches, oh my? i hear you guys are pretty accepting of most non-humans, but i'm still not sure how you feel about the things that go bump in the night. mind filling in your friendly neighborhood busybody?

[ Okay, maybe subtlety isn't her forte. ]

crotcharrow

[It's been a while since Tommy's been around on the network. He's been trying to keep himself out of the house and busy, helping as much as he can with the decay just to keep himself distracted from everything else, but being on rations and using super speed has started to take it's toll on him. Suffice to say, Tommy running on empty. And because he's trying to save his energy, it means he hasn't really been out of the house in a while for a run. And that makes him grumpy and cagey as hell. And ontop of that? He's really hungry. Combine all these things and you have a very irritable speedster.]

Okay, this rationing list is total crap. How is anybody supposed to survive on this?

[he has one of the lists in his hands, as if to help plead his case.]

This is like, one meal for me. How is this fair? D'you know how much I have to eat just to stay up and running? A lot.

[He drags a hand down his face.]

Anybody got any extra food? Or know where I can get any? 'Cause if I'm stuck to this list, I'm kinda screwed.

[He would have resorted to stealing, but his main tactic of running too fast for them to see is sort of off the table right now. And yeah, he sounds a bit like a spoilt child complaining because they didn't get dessert, but anyone who knows him will know this is sort of a serious issue for him. He gives one last grumble and then turns the feed off.]

dracobin

[Live from the Fire Sector, it's a large black dragon with a very nice necklace! He is seated in his three-story suite, the intervening floors of which have mostly been removed thanks to the expertise and efficiency of Javert's construction team. What parts of it are visible onscreen give the suite a far more spacious appearance than it did previously, which serves to make Temeraire look a little smaller and (hopefully) a little less intimidating.]

It has come to my attention that my appearance has caused some of you distress in the past few days. I should not like to alarm anyone further, so I suppose I had better introduce myself now and clear away any more misconceptions before they have had a chance to start.

I suppose I cannot blame you for your reactions, since I am given to understand many of you are unfamiliar with dragons, save from various legends, most of which sound farfetched at best and highly offensive at worst. But I do not breathe fire, and I am not feral, and I would certainly never do anything as rude as try to kidnap and eat any of you, regardless of whether or not you are a young lady; I cannot imagine it would make much difference in taste, besides. Of course I would not object to having a great pile of gold to sleep on, but as I do not have one at present I am certainly not going to steal yours, unless you are such a booby as to leave it lying around for anyone to take.

[He huffs slightly, then settles back on his haunches, somewhat mollified.] So there we have it: you know that I am here, and that I am not going to accidentally squash you, or eat you, and with that out of the way, I have have noticed a few things which I suppose everyone should be aware of.

Firstly, there seem to be a great number of you from the twenty-first century at least, which I thought was very exciting at first; but now I realize I must have missed a great many things over the course of the last two hundred years, particularly in the realm of the sciences, and I should like to catch up on whatever I have missed. If you are not averse to discussing any of it with me, I should very much like to listen to all you have to say.

Secondly, whatever miasma has afflicted the other sectors is present here in the Fire sector as well; it has grown cold these past few days, and our suites are poorly lit besides. I am certain the damage must have spread elsewhere, and I would like to propose a small expedition of perhaps two or three others, to the outer reaches of the shell. I am curious to see if the disease has also affected what local wildlife remains, and if there is some aspect of its process that we may have overlooked. It will be no great inconvenience to take you on my back; I expect we will be able to get around faster and more comfortably than most, if we fly directly. Of course anyone may come, if they like, but I think it would help very much if you are a scientist, and not afraid of heights.

Pray inform me if you have any questions. [He pauses, then switches off the feed.]

epigrammatical

[Video post. Henry is at home, looking as unruffled as ever. He is not smoking, however, and some people may realise that this is somewhat unusual. In an oblique way, he is looking to recruit someone—or perhaps multiple someones—who might be willing to run specialised errands for him, per this post.]

Though bodily hunger may grow with the new regulations, it seems that hunger for knowledge grows no less. I've a friend—a bookseller in the Wood sector—who needs assistance with deliveries, and I promised that I would ask about for anyone who might wish for additional occupation.

[Private to Bryn]
How are you, my dear? Bearing up well under the changes, I hope?

[Private to Alcuin]
How have you been faring with the recent turn of events?

[Private to Dorian, text, basic encryption (because he doesn't know better)]
In the event your cigarette-case is too hollow, there is a remedy to be found.

[now with correct journal. /facepalm]

wintershepherd

[ Jack has come back to the city after his fight with Kyle and his talk with Bucky at the shell's edge. He isn't quite ready for video replies yet, knows that despite the usual cheerful timbre he's forcing into his voice it won't cover the fact that his eyes are sad and hollow. ]

Has anyone seen Periwinkle? I went to her suite to give her fresh snow but she's not there and it looks...

[ he fumbles for the right description ]

Unused.

[ private to Finnick ]
Sorry I haven't figured out those other lures yet, I... something-- kind of came up. I take it you saw the announcement?

[ private to Damian ]
I... wanted to apologize, for what I said to you on the sled hill. When you brought up-- I, I just shouldn't have snapped back at you like that. I don't have any right to say who trusts you and who doesn't. I'm sorry.

[ private to Kyle ]
... please don't tell everyone about the snow. I get it, okay? It was wrong and fake and cheating and a horrible thing. But just let them have a good memory of it and-- and I won't spread any more snow like that around. Please. I'll... I'll do whatever you want.

[ He doesn't think he could take it if all the people who thanked him for the snow day suddenly turned on him for it. The ones who'd had their hearts lightened enough to even be able to see him for the first time. ]

fatedchaos

[Vanessa's twirling her hair around her finger, a look on her face torn between thoughtful and unsure.] There are a lot of things I miss about home, but I am really missing school. A lot of people think it's boring, but I don't see what's so boring about learning. And doing homework! [She sighs, shoulder slumping.] I like the monotony of homework. Figuring out formulas and writing sentences and reading.

[There's a pause as she presses her lips together, sitting up.] Okay, so I guess the problem is that I'm bored here. And intensely alone, which makes it only a thousand times worse to be bored. I've done a few odd jobs around here, but I'd really like to put myself out there for anyone who's looking to hire someone for... Anything. I'm a really quick learner, I speak, read, and write English, Latin, and Ancient Greek. I know a little bit of Spanish. I can sing; I was in a band back home. [She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.] I know a little bit about cooking.

[And then she takes a deep breath, lifting up her hand in front of the screen.] I can also do this. [The skin on her hand shimmers for a moment before going opaque and then her hand disappears entirely.] So, you know. I have useful talents.

[Well, now her face is red and is also going a little see-through, soooo.] Okay, thanks. Bye. [Turning this video off so fast, you don't even know.]

histruename

[The feed starts off with the type-written name and address of a noodle bar in the Metal Sector. Then he switches to video, because this typing crap is just a pain in the ass. He's always preferred talking to people face-to-face, and this's the next best thing. So you guys get to look at his ugly red mug, which isn't much compared to a lot of the kedan. Though not many kedan go out of their way to look like a living caricature of Satan himself.]

Anyone still interested in joining the team, first bowl of noodles is on me.

[Post is here for anyone who wants to attend and mingle.]

If you don't know what I'm talking about, I've been trying to open an agency responsible for researching and helping people deal with problems related to the paranormal on the turtle. I've worked in the field for over fifty years and dealt with anything from ghosts to vampires and everything in between. If you have questions, need help, or want to volunteer, just let me know. Or you can just stop by the office upstairs from the bar at that address. I'm still in the process of getting things set up, but don't be afraid to drop in.

disfavored

[After the encounter with Amon he wasn't much up to doing the usual Polite Politician bit, but he's had to do things he didn't really feel like doing enough times before that it's just routine by now. He clears his throat, straightens his robe a bit, and starts speaking.]

I seem to have been away for...a number of weeks, at least, if not months. I haven't quite worked out how long it's been yet.

I've noticed a couple familiar faces so far [Mostly, his brother.] but there are quite a few people I've never met, as well. So I may as well introduce myself again, with apologies for any redundancy.

I am Councilman Tarrlok, representative of the Northern Water Tribe. Unfortunately that probably doesn't mean much to most of you, but I have experience with political leadership and was trying to help out in any way I could before my ill-timed disappearance.

So, I hope to get to know you all again, and don't hesitate to ask me for help if you need it.

spacehipster

[ It's bright outside, as a disheveled man, looking a fair bit mad with his bow-tie askew, addresses the console cheerfully. ] Helloooo, citizens of the Tu Vishan! This is your captain speaking. Not really, but I do like the thought of being a captain, at some point. [ He winks. ]

I'm new, obviously, and it seems I'm not alone in that, so hello, fellow news, and good day, dearest olds — though I suppose whether the day is good or bad or simply so-so is entirely subjective. [ He sticks out his tongue briefly. ] Still, it tastes like an awfully good day, if you ask me, which you didn't; but it's a bit late to protest as I've already told you.

Anyway, I'm curious about some things, so let's skip pleasantries and go straight to queries, if you're so inclined. [ He holds up one finger. ] Thing one: where and when are you lot from? An approximation is fine. And don't worry about confusing me if it's complicated or timey-wimey shenanigans are involved. I happen to be rather quick on the uptake.

[ Two fingers up, like a peace sign. ] Thing two: flatmates. [ said as if it is the newest, most delicious word to ever be spoken. ] Apparently, I'll be lodging in WO-2B, so if you're also lodging in WO-2B, I am led to believe that makes us mates of the flat variety. In other words, lodgers, roomies, neighbors. etc. Which means we really ought to get together and chat a bit, maybe eat crisps, talk about girls — standard flatmate stuff. Yeaaaah. Flatmate stuff. Love a good flatmate, I do.

[ Three fingers and a grin so wide, it nearly splits his face. ] Thing three: great, big, sexy, blue box. I'm looking for her, and she's probably looking for me. Tangentially related, large-nosed Roman and shout-y ginger. May or may not be with the box; most definitely with each other. Probably kissing. [ kissing noises go here. ]

Oh, I'm the Doctor, by the by. Lovely to meet you all.

lostmoralcode

_{[Marceline slips into a chair in view of the console's lens with a tiny smile and an amused expression lingering in her eyes.]}

I guess the only thing that really surprises me is the relative abundance of humans around here.

Hey. I'm Marceline. I'm new here. Are any of you guys on this network musicians, and if so, do you need a bass player? I feel like jamming.

_{[She gives a relaxed shrug, with her smile going more full]}

Or whatever. I'm easy, I could go in for pretty much anything. What's there to do on a turtle, anyway?

thetyrant

[Logan comes on the console from his suite in the metal sector. He looks perfectly composed outwardly, but those who know him might notice that his left hand is hidden under the edge of the table, and his shoulders are ever so slightly more hunched than his usual kingly bearing.]

Has anyone noticed any lingering ill effects from the jiangshi we had to deal with a few weeks ago?

[He's paranoid, and terrified that those things left their mark on him. His arm is still healing where he scratched it bloody, trying to get the corruption out.]

And is there anyone who had little or no contact with them? I know some of us fought and destroyed many.

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