tushanshu | Entries tagged with † miles morales

[ It takes Cassie a few hours to realize that her dad isn't the only one who's gone. And then a little more to gather up... something. Courage, strength, to reach out to anyone other than Tony, anyway. But she knows her dad has more friends here, and... stuff. ]

Hi, um. Cassie here. I'm sorry that I'm with the bad news today, but...

For those that know them, my dad - Scott Lang - and Teddy Altman are gone from Keeliai. They'll be fine back home, I think, so that's at least something good, right?

Yeah, that's all.

asoothingvoice

[Bianca's at one of the consoles in the hospital's ground floor again; this time, it's much easier to tell it's a hospital thanks to the construction and refurnishing being completely finished.]

Hi everyone, I know we've had some more arrivals [A slightly wry smile, because there's nothing new about that], so let me introduce myself first. I'm Bianca Reyes, I help run Eshai Memorial Hospital here, if you ever get sick or injured, just so you know. [There's a location ping attached, showing where it is in Metal.]

Before I get to my main announcement, I want to give everyone a warning. One of the teenagers here isn't as innocent as we've been led to believe. He's also at least one of the ones going around on the network anonymously making incendiary comments.

[There's a link to Bakura's last network post.]

He has no problem with problems with make death threats, made a horror movie style monster appear and then disappear, and he tried to make me forget my encounter with him. Just in case anyone's seen anything like that or has gaps in their memories.

[He had a warning, and plenty of time. She's not just going to allow someone like that to wander around with no problem.]

Moving on from that, now that the hospital is finally set up, [Instead of being half finished] I'd like to announce that we'll be having a blood drive open to the whole population here in Keeliai. It'll be in four days, to give everyone who wants to take part a chance to make sure they can donate. We've spread some flyers to some of the larger markets and grocers about what foods are good to eat before you donate. If you aren't sure, just drink plenty of water and eat dark green leafy vegetables. Seaweed's a good source of iron.

If you aren't sure about donating blood, or you're afraid of needles, think about it as doing something to help yourself and others in the future. There aren't enough of us here that emergency transfusions are easily possible, especially if you're not human. [Looking at you, Arthur.]

There'll be snacks for everyone donating, but we can turn it into a potluck. Make it a small party.

Don't be afraid of asking any questions you might have.

[OOC: Blood drive log here!]

deusrexmachina

[The feed clicks on as Rex sits back in his chair, goggles hanging down around his neck and arms folded across his chest. He looks a little annoyed.]

Okay. So. Back of a giant turtle. War against some dude whose name we're not supposed to say. Get a job. The basics of the situation, right?

I gotta admit, ending up in some city that looks like it's part of an MMORPG was not where I thought I'd be after my day got off to such a great start. But seriously, who would think that? And not gonna lie, I did wonder for a while if maybe this is all some whacked out dream after taking a hit to the head in the middle of a fight.

[He shrugs, sighs and runs one hand back through his hair before sitting forward.]

Anyway. Since it seems like I might be here for a while...

My name's Rex Salazar. I happen to be really good with machines if anyone knows of any job openings around here that have to do with stuff like that. I've also done work as a bodyguard before. Fighting monsters and catching criminals? Got tons of experience with all that, too. I'm been assigned a place in the Metal Sector if that helps.

[Going quiet a moment, his frustrated expression becomes thoughtful. Maybe even a little hopeful.]

Also, while I realize this is probably a long shot? If there's a guy by the name of Six here, I'd appreciate it if someone would let me know if he's around. Doctor Holiday, too. Both or either of them. Or anyone from Providence, really.

asoothingvoice

[What's behind Bianca isn't the scenery of her suite in Earth, or even one of the console cafes in Keeliai, though it certainly bears more resemblance to the latter, just in the middle of being redecorated- or, to be more exact, refurbished. There's definitely a lot more of a 'medical' feel to the background than one would expect at first glance.

She also looks to be on the tired side, but that probably goes for most everyone lately.]

This is a bit of a late announcement, [She was too busy running around earlier] but to make it clear to everyone: Eshai Memorial Hospital is now open, ahead of schedule.

[And there's a location ping, showing where it is in the Metal Sector.]

The Soranik Natu clinic is still open and being run by attached nurses, but the hospital is better equipped for more severe injuries and for more people.

If you haven't seen anyone for injuries from the last couple weeks in Keeliai or in that bottle, come in.

[She's saying it fairly nicely, but there's no way to ignore that that's an order.]

(OOC: Feel free to have characters go to the hospital in with action. It's not entirely finished up though, so some areas are closed off or sparsely furnished.)

nerdylilspidey

[Peter's not quite in the right place, mentally, to put up a video post. And he definitely isn't sure he should put it up from his own suite. So he's found his way to the nearest cafe, with an oversized hoodie pulled up over his head, and is starting up only an audio feed.]

Never a boring moment around here, is there? One minute we're normal-ish, celebrating Valentine's Day, and the next we're battling evil miasma inside a magic bottle.

Does anyone ever wonder what happened to the idea of rest and relaxation?

[FILTERED to the Spider-family]

...Sorry. About what happened back there. You-- You guys know that that-- That wasn't me. You know that, right...?

Oh, God... [There's a sigh, and then a beat of silence before he continues.] Anyway, just- I'm sorry.

cherrywood

[ For those who have spoken to Milyn before, they might note a stark departure from her usual bubbly smiles and demeanor. Instead she addresses the console with a level gaze and a calm, succinct tone of voice. ]

Hello Foreigners. The source of the miasma has been identified.

In the time of the initial war with the Enemy, three vessels existed representing the three Planes of Life, Dreaming and Death. The trinity was thought lost during the final battle with no trace of them remaining... until now. It appears that one of them -- the vessel of the Death realm -- remained hidden within the Palace of the Landed Sky and has been, as you can see, opened. These vessels contain lands which exist inside those Planes.

As you have no doubt witnessed, the black fog permeating the city is only one symptom of the corruption contained within this dimension. It poisons what it touches and will continue to spread, overtaking everything if it is not stopped, blighting both body and mind. I have tested it extensively and nothing I have found so far suggests that anyone here possesses an immunity to it; you may note that even the magics and abilities you harness likewise cannot purge it.

There is no other way to stop the contamination in Keeliai other than to strike at its source: within Kithika, the land housed inside the bottle itself and encompassed by the Death Plane.

By imperial decree of the Alderwood Emperor, all Foreigners capable of combat must report to the Palace immediately. You will be sent to Kithika through the vessel, to locate and destroy the source of this affliction. Bring any weapons and tools you have to aid you. If the corruption cannot be cleansed it will infect everyone and everything in the city before spreading to Tu Vishan.

If you fail, there will be nothing left for you to return to.

unobtainableredemption

[Kaine was sitting at one of the numerous cafes in the Earth sector, wearing his Scarlet Spider costume and feeling like an idiot in doing so. Unfortunately, he couldn't make this as Kaine, not when he couldn't remember the kid's real name to save his life.

At least this time he knew how to work the damn console.]

If you know who I am, check in. I might have something that belongs to you.

[Could that have been less cryptic? Probably. Hopefully it works.]

puppetfetish

_{[ While other people are out and about in the snow, this certain Texan is staying indoors as much as possible.
Hey turtle-crew. Here is mysterious text guy that has been bothering you over the past week or so. Looks like he's climbed out of his shell and onto video, though it isn't his preferred method (in actuality, Bro prefers to be the person behind the camera... but that's another story.) The dude is tall, and his flaxen hair is spiked high. It typically is covered by a hat, but this evening, it seems he's going without. He's also wearing a black undershirt with black slacks, sculpted muscles rippling with his movement. ]}

Hey.

_{[ So what could this six-foot-something-tall, beef-cake guy want? The way he was stoically looking at the camera was a bit intimidating, umber colored eyes hidden by a pair of pointed shades. Behind him in his suite there seems to be a mess of all sorts of fabrics and materials he has obtained, along with a stray sewing machine.

He looks off to the side for a moment, lacking any expression, then turns his attention back to the feed. ]}

I'm selling handmade cute shit.
Come and get it.

_{[ .... Okay? Not what you'd expect from a guy with his looks and physique, also not the greatest sales pitch, but maybe you ought to inquire further. ]}

Also taking commissions.
Bitches love commissions.

_{[ /end feed right there. ]}

spideyfanone

[It's hard to be sure of the camera's angle, but it's definitely propped up somehow, with the speaker hanging upside-down from the ceiling, because why not. Scrawny, scruffy, in his early teens, and some kind of fuzzy, blue elf-demon. When he speaks, it's with a clipped Brooklyn accent.]

So... the turtle is new and different. I've done space whales, but not reality-turtles.

Anyway. Longshot, but any of my team here? Lookin' for a General James Howlett especially, or Miz Alison Blaire? ...Hercules? ...Emmaline Frost-Summers? I mean, she doesn't even like me and I think she's a goddess now, but worth a shot.

Guessing not, though, so does anybody need somethin' fixed? Because I hate being bored, and unless somebody's got a mission that needs doing, I'mma be a huge pain in the butt.

alwaysmother

[One Asgardian All Mother plus one communication console is complete madness. It takes much meddling and tinkering until it's finally adjusted to her liking.

After more than enough jostling and wobbling of the camera the owner sinks back into their chair, sitting upright, almost severely. Her expression is benign if not somewhat inquiring.]

What an extraordinary wonder that such a small portal should be able to ferry my image to the entirety of this island. [Asgard has technology, just nothing quite like this so forgive her if she doesn't readily believe it.] It has also been told that I should be able to communicate to all with this curious device.

[She's skeptical, but willing to keep an open mind. How's that for progressive?]

It appears the small box of wonders is very much alive, though without an incantation of sorts how can one be entirely certain that they are making contact? [Because keys are for locking and unlocking things, not for sending messages...let's hope she doesn't try to use the keyboard for some unintended purpose.] Nevertheless, I pray that this finds you well residents of the World Turtle.

[World Turtle...it's kind of like the World Serpent, but with less Jörmungandr and a great deal more tortoise.

With that established, this finely dressed Asgardian queen hopes that her message will get across to...well...whomever. She's not feeling particularly fussy at the moment and beggars can't be choosers.]

I am anxious to know if among those that reside here there exists an Asgardian presence, specifically I seek audience with Thor, Loki, or Odin...one or all, it matters not to me [all would be her preference, but you can't always have everything, can you?]...though contact with anyone from Asgard would be most assuring. For any information provided you will have the unending gratitude of Frigga, Queen of Asgard.

[It's not as easy as dismissing an illusion, but Frigga has already learned that if she does everything that she did to turn on the magic box, in reverse, then she can cut off it's...life force? Really. Computers are living things.]

asoothingvoice

[This was, unfortunately, something she had experienced before, and even with that, it still took her a couple days before she was able to make this announcement. Even with knowing that it meant that he was hopefully home. She wasn't willing to break down where everyone could see it.]

Jaime, my son, is no longer here.

Tony, Miles, if you could come over to the clinic at some point, I'd be grateful. He left some instructions for where a few things should go, in case... this happened.

[Still hard to say.]

That's all. Thank you.

puppetfetish

_{[ Right. Bro has seen enough weird shit in his life, he can understand waking up in a basin of water and being told he's supposed to fight some sort of war— but this wasn't how things were meant to be.

This really was not what he had read up on when first issuing his copies of Sburb.
This wasn't how the game was meant to be played.

Once he saw his own sword bare into his body and fell to the ground, he knew it would be game over for him and can only hope all of the training he had given Dave was good enough.
He can only hope and wish that everything he had done was well enough.
However, to find himself in such a strange and foreign environment, Bro's instinctive reaction is to play it calm and cool and leech out as much information about this place as possible. Inquiring about the place was pointless; people told him to hush— it was the Emperor's business.

Whatever.

Understanding the mere gist of things isn't good enough for Bro Strider. He needs detail. Every single detail he can muster up and find out.
So, once he quickly understands how to work the console, he sends out the massive text with the most important question: ]}

yo keeliai.
a/s/l.

spiderkid

Does anyone else miss traditions from home? Like, I know people did Thanksgiving, but I mean smaller stuff, like... Like every year on my birthday my friend Ganke and I go out to this arcade place. It's just weird to think that that didn't happen this year.

[Okay, yes, this is Miles' way of admitting that his birthday came and went without being celebrated, and that's weird for him. He misses his friends and family, and is jealous of people on the turtle who have that.]

I dunno, I just thought I'd ask. I was just curious, I guess.

nothotrod

I'll have to admit, not having any sort of mobile communication is getting pretty old, pretty fast.

[That sure is a woman on the feed, looking more than just a little flustered at a local cafe terminal she'd just accessed. Her hair looks slightly off, somehow.]

So. I'd like to get to know all the guys I'll be trying to stop the universal evil with. Maybe make up some smoke signals for when the thing attacks since comm links don't exist.

[Was she serious or just being a sarcastic ass?]

Oh, and the name's Rodimus.

["Jane Human" just doesn't seem like a convincing name. Thanks Holomatter generator, you gave it your best shot.]

bacondivination

You go too far, Iron Man! You know not what you have done, knavish cullion. I will relish taking my revenge, make no mistake. I hate you, hate, with every ounce of my being and this shall not be a mistake you ever dare repeat.

[ Loki's mad. Real mad.

Just in case that wasn't obvious. ]

I was on level four hundred and thirty-three! [ His voice goes high enough it cracks on the last word, and he huffs before continuing. ] Why would you even do that? Is this not against your Midgardian Geneva Conventions? Candy Crush Saga should be sacred and untouchable.

[ He hasn't even checked his other games yet. He deflates somewhat, plaintively fussing: ] It's just so rude.

goingfishing

[You guys know Raleigh right? He's been around. He's been recovering and spending time with Julie and Ellie. Today however, he has something serious on his mind.]

Show of hands who knows Julie Grigio.

[After a moment's pause] She's got a birthday coming up, and I want to plan a real old fashioned birthday party. This is me...gauging interest.

...This is me admitting I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.

It's a secret however, so everybody keep it to yourselves.

andaway

[Clark has hardly used the network to make posts as Clark lately, not since he got the radio started... but it wasn't really that he was avoiding it, not really. Investigating about the murders, then the disappearances had simply taken most of his free time, and he hadn't had much to say.

When he turns on the feed he's playing around with what looks like a calligraphy brush between his fingers, tapping the shaft against a very basic notebook.]

The new arrivals made me think of something. [And judging by the notebook, he's trying to make sense of it by himself. Those who actually know him know how fast his brain actually is... but he's always had the Kryptonian technology to back him down, and now he finds it missing.]

We're assigned living space when we get here, right? And we don't really choose it, we're simply given directions to it when we arrive. And we know there are 5 districts, and different kind of suites on each. Some of them are obvious [Hi, Arthur, of course you live in Water] but others aren't. I live in Water, while my wife was given a suite in the Earth sector.

[She didn't spend a single day there but that's beyond the point. You might actually see her on the background, she likes doing that.] And I thought maybe there could be some kind of pattern, something in the way the Kedan organize us in each district and place. It might not be relevant at all but I'd like to give it a try.

So I guess, what I'm asking is: where do you live? Have you noticed something similar between you and your neighbors? I don't know- age? Gender? Abilities? Hobbies? [A shrug] I don't really know what could be relevant. Also, feel free to answer anonymously if you'd rather- or in my inbox, to keep it private? Whichever way you feel comfortable.

And with that done... something completely different. If I'm right, Thanksgiving should be just around the corner... [The sheepish grin of someone who's completely aware that he's indulging himself] So, what are your favorite Thanksgiving day recipes?

[Later: Supercrypted to JLA MEMBERS - From Jor-El's console]

Yes, we are doing something for thanksgiving, in case you were wondering. My question is: where? And how many of you will have to be dragged there?

6collegecredits

[Darcy sits in front of her console and squints. Well. It's not Facebook but it's something. She leans back and relaxes her posture.]

Okay, so the idea of going to another world isn’t exactly new for me, but having it actually happen? Yeah, that’s pretty surprising. Man, Jane would flip if she knew about this! Also, the giant turtle thing? Crazy. But also pretty damn cool.

So anyway! Seeing as I’m stuck here for now, I should probably introduce myself. I’m Darcy: a severely underpaid intern who just earned her degree. Seriously, I didn’t even have time to celebrate before I turned up here. Looking forward to meeting all my turtle-neighbors, though. I don’t suppose this is some secret part of Asgard, is it? That’s the only other world I’m that familiar with.

Oh, and one more thing. I should probably ask this just in case: is there a Jane Foster or Erik Selvig here? Erik might be a little on the, erm, nutty side at the moment? Happens when you get an alien poking around in your head, I guess.

Thanks! See ya!

spiderkid

[Hey there, network! Have a Spider-Man!]

So, those of you who know Spider-Man know how he's -- I'm-- always swinging around on webs, right? Well, truth of the matter is, I'm running short on the stuff and not entirely sure how to make more, so I need the help of some of our resident geniuses. I dunno, Tony Stark maybe? Somebody who's good with chemicals and technical stuff.

Let me know, I'd owe you big time.

Thanks!

grigio

[So, hey. For anyone who was sorely missing the blond zombie-killer, here she is. The video feed is on and at first, she doesn't seem to really notice. She isn't looking directly at it, just sort off off and to the side. Not really focusing on anything. Her head is tilted slightly as if she's listening to something.

When she speaks, she clearly knows the device is on but the fact that she's still not looking directly at it is probably a sure sign that something is very

very

wrong.]

So, uh...

[She pauses, scratching just above her ear as she displays uncertainty. There's something bothering her. She'd set these next messages to private but that requires something she can't do at present.]

Someone helped me out the other day. I think is name was Kyle? I'm pretty sure that's it. If it's not, I really am sorry. That was a very weird day and I don't think I was paying much attention to anything.

But, uh...you know who you are and you were a big help, so thank you.

[One message down. A few more to go.]

Iorveth, we may have to continue putting archery lessons on hold.

[She's not mentioning why, but she's sure he can guess.]

I'm sure this won't last much longer, so just keep a spot open for me, okay?

[Okay. Now this is getting difficult. She may actually have to say what's wrong.]

Jack. Korra. I might not be able to come into work for a while. I'm still having some issues from the recent....

[No, that won't work. She almost continues being vague but...]

Fuck it. I can't see for shit. I don't know why or how long this is gonna last, but I'd still like to come to work. This sitting still thing is not in me to do. Can the three of us get together soon and try to figure out some kind of system for me to use so I can still help out at the counter and all?

Thanks.

[Seriously she's going to lose her god damn mind. And since Julie has nothing else to say, there's a brief smile on her face before she fumbles for the button to log off. It's eventually found and the feed ends.]

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