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[Someone looks particularly contemplative today. She's got Captain Squeaks on the desk beside her, and he's just sort of sniffing around at her elbow while Shepard absently scritches behind his little ears.]

For a long time, I thought a few more people from my world showing up here would probably be a good thing. [She rubs at the back of her neck.] After all, fighting a war against an ancient, unknown evil is... kind of what we were doing back home, and my crew? They're all really good at what they do. They're the best.

But having them here, I don't know. Knowing they could disappear at any time? All that uncertainty... The coming and going. Maybe it's better this way. I believe I'll make it back, eventually. I'll see them again then.

We all will.

neverdanced

[He needs to stop thinking that he's incapable of being surprised. By the end of the Battle of New York, Steve thought he had seen it all. Insane technology, other worlds, aliens... What else could there possibly be?

The answer, of course, is a giant turtle in a realm outside the continuity of time. He had a long chat about nearly everything with the locals that helped him earlier, but it's still crazy, and he probably wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen some of the turtle shell himself.

Yet here he is. It'll probably all sink in over time; Steve's been overloaded with so much information over the past few hours and it's exhausting, even for him.

Getting on the computer hadn't been his top priority, but he's already gone outside of his new home and back. Steve's experienced enough culture shock for today. He might as well at least reach out and introduce himself to all of the other people who wound up here like him.

Once he's got the computer up and running, he accesses the network using the video function. He looks a little stiff and probably as exhausted as he feels, but that's the least of his concerns right now.]

Hello. My name's Steve Rogers. The kedin- kedan? - brought me up to speed already, but I only just arrived here a few hours ago.

[Maybe longer than that. He hasn't exactly been keeping track of time. In any case, it's really jarring to be talking to a computer screen and not actually know who's on the other end.]

I have a couple questions that I'd like to have verified. [It doesn't necessarily mean he'll believe whatever he's told, but second opinions are typically useful.] We're all more or less stuck on this turtle, right? But there's a way back.

[That's a question as well, but it ends up sounding more like a statement. It sounds like a reasonable assumption. There obviously isn't a rush since no time is passing back home; he just wants to know.]

The other question I have is about jobs. Since it looks like I'll be here awhile, I'll start looking soon. Does anyone know which places are hiring offhand?

[He pauses for a moment before adding a 'thank you.']

hijackedbread

[The video shows Peeta looking idly at the screen. There's a slight disconnect from his eyes to his expression, but he seems genuinely concerned.]

The Emperor died and nothing changed. Not the things that matter. Another one just took her place. Another Snow. Another Game Maker to make more Games.

How are we supposed to fight an enemy we can't know? Ignorance makes it so easy to misplace our trust.

[There's a pause and he takes a deep breath. Then he continues in a lighter tone, although he doesn't seem to recognize the change in topics.]

Is there a bakery here? Or an army? I need something to keep my hands busy.

magicalpadawan

[Today, Molly's sprawled out in a chair near her console. Behind her, a decorated Christmas tree is shimmering, sometimes existing, other times not, colored lights twinkling on the ceiling. It's really only an excuse to practice -- and to get a bit of the Christmas spirit in her, too.]

So, uh, happy turtle birthday to me, I guess. Do I get some sort of prize for being here a year?

[There's a pause, in which some people might be able to make out the faint sounds of Nat King Cole singing 'The Christmas Song', and Molly bites her lip a bit.]

I wasn't in much condition to pay attention last year, but. Christmas. Does anyone do anything for it around here? 'Cause I probably will, if anyone is interested. You might want to stay away if you have a thing about magic, though.

trainwrecked

[ Bucky's pale, and his mouth is set, but his voice is steady, if low. ]

For those to whom it would matter, it seems Agent Natasha Romanoff, as well as Rebecca Barnes, more commonly known as Rikki, and Thomas Shepherd have--

They are gone.

I'm sorry for the bad news, to those who will miss them.

Current Mood: broken

magicalpadawan

[Molly is thankfully unaffected by the current magical madness. Thank goodness. She's also got quite a few piles of scrolls and books (borrowed temporarily from the magic shop) spread across her room. One, in fact, is following her around at a steady hover, considering she's currently paying attention to the console.]

So, uh -- no one freak out about all this craziness too much, okay? We're trying our best to get it under control; and by 'we' I mean 'me, Zatanna, and probably a few other people.' So if you have any ...problems or anything, I guess, look me up and I'll see what I can do.

--Also I could use some help translating the kedan language. I know a little, but this stuff is pretty old, and I think someone else would probably do a better job than me. So let me know, okay?

[Here, she gives the camera a little salute and a grin.] Molly Carpenter, out.

eye_of_isis

[Sadie, if you know her, actually looks a little distressed.

She's mostly annoyed, though]

Right. So. That--and you all know exactly what I'm talking about, don't pretend you don't--but that? That whole incident? That is why you don't say the name of things you don't want showing up at your doorstep. Words have power. Names have a lot of power, and true names? True names can be used to kill. Whoever called that Thing--thanks a lot! If anyone needs me, I've got some potions to prepare before going to see if that Thing is actually in the city or if it was just projecting itself psychically.

[As she cuts it, you can hear her grumbling about "stupid mortals" and "honestly, don't you people watch television or read?"]

magicalpadawan

[Today, network, you are getting a view of Molly's apartment. More specifically, the floor of Molly's apartment, where a circle of power has been drawn with chalk. In that circle, there are -- well, there were three tribbles. There's a few more, now. Anyway, the tribbles are happily meandering around the circle; Molly is not too far off, staring hard at the circle and obviously concentrating, murmuring things under he breath.

After a few moments, the tribbles are moving rather slower, almost sleepily -- and, more importantly, they aren't reproducing. There's a hint of frost on the walls of the circle. Molly blinks, then grins and turns to the camera.]

Well. There's one way of solving our tribble problem. I could try and do a really big one if anyone wants, but I'm not sure how long it takes for them to, uh, thaw out.

disfavored

Out of curiosity: For anyone here who has...powers, I guess [He's still not used to saying that, but 'bending' doesn't adequately describe the abilities of most people here.] have you had any difficulties, lately?

I guess I need a better explanation than that: I train quite extensively every evening and it's been getting noticeably more difficult lately. This'll sound a bit dramatic if I'm just struggling for other reasons, but I figured it couldn't hurt to check.

[That, and, after seeing himself lose his bending when the Commander showed him his future, he's a bit on edge about any disturbance where that is concerned. He's somewhat hoping it's just him - a lot has gone on lately, after all - because he can more easily fix his own problems than something that's happening to everyone.]

takeittothemax

[There’s still some hustling and bustling going on in the background as he gets himself settled. Moving in days. Always a classic. The audio wavers in and out, as if he’s moving around as he speaks into the computer.]

Usually my dreams have more blondes in them. [Some muttering that peters out. More distinctly:] Serves me right, trying to catch a nap on the job. [Sigh x2. He brightens up eventually, though.] Ah, well. There’s no use weeping about it just yet. [If he says things could be worse, they immediately will. So he cuts himself off and moves on.]

Does anyone know if a Dr. Fate’s here? This seems right up his alley. Although I think he stopped taking my calls... can’t imagine why. [Yes he can.]

[More focused on the computer now. From here on out, the audio is much clearer. Finally took a seat, apparently.]

Right, introductions. I’m Maxwell Lord, but most people go with Max. If anyone’s in need of work, I think I can provide.

Well. Soon enough, anyway. I’ll keep you posted.

Now, how do I turn this thing off...

[Oh, there’s the button. Click.]

constants

[ There's a young girl, early teens, sitting calmly in front of the camera when it turns on. She looks like she could be a child model, with the stillness and how properly arranged she looks: well groomed and put together, dressed properly enough for church. The recording is able to capture some of the weight in her eyes though, 5000 years of knowledge cannot sit in anyone's mind with no effect, and they seem out of place on the young face. When she speaks her voice is even and seems to express only the slightest amount of interest in her circumstances. ]

Hello, it seems to be common practice to make an introduction upon arrival. I am the Archive.

[ There's a short pause to mark the end of her introduction before she continues on to her next topic. If anyone is interested in what the Archive is she figures they can ask. ]

I will begin inquiry of the kedan tomorrow as to the availability of jobs pertaining to someone of my age, but I expect that there will be more condensed and pertinent information to be found from you, the people who are the participants in such jobs. I will be grateful for what assistance you can provide.

magicalpadawan

[Molly is, as ever, a good ways back from her console. Better safe than sorry, right? Today she looks -- solemn would be a good way of putting it. Certainly, she is still rocking the vaguely goth look she's got going, big clunky boots and jeans and a slightly tattered t-shirt. Her hair is now blue, instead of the fading purple it had been a few weeks back. (Appropriate, she thinks, when she sees herself in the mirror now.)

In any case, once she speaks, it's obvious there's something on her mind, though she's not about to tell just anyone what it is.]

They say the Emperor can show you your future. They're not lying. [She takes a deep breath and looks down for a moment, then continues, a little firmer, obviously trying to change the subject now.]

So this whole 'landfall' thing. What's that about? Do we all get to have drinks and hang out at a fancy hotel not on turtleback, or something? Because I sure could use a drink, I think.

[A moment's pause, but this next bit is LOCKED to Bucky Barnes]

We should ....I need someone to-- [There's a soft annoyed huff.] ...I could use a friend, I mean. Come over?

lecentre

[Contrary to his usual charming self, Courfeyrac looks nearly heartbroken as he faces the feed.]

I lost it. I already lost it and I don't know how I'm going to replace it. Surely I cannot charm my way into another hat... And I'm not entirely certain I wish to! This one I had deemed my lucky one until I could find one more of my fashion in this place!

[He sighs and dramatically slumps, burying his face in his hands.]

And here I had dared to believe my luck had changed here.

beganwithamask

[Anonymous location]
So I gotta hand it to myself, this is one heckuva hallucination I've dreamed up.

[The face on the screen is young; he could probably pass as sixteen or seventeen still, though in reality he just turned twenty. The way he sits, the expression on his face, he's not trying to act any older - people let their guards down for teenagers, mostly, and he can use that to his advantage. His brown hair is combed neatly in a vaguely old-fashioned style, and what's visible of his shoulders are clad in something that could be US military - though, circa WWII if you would recognize something like that. He seems a little... bored? almost, leaning on his hand, elbow on the desk in one of the little cafes. He's already spoken to Toro, but he's still not sure he believes the whole story the kedan are feeding him.]

I'm guessin' I'm in a VA hospital somewhere, drugged outta my gourd. Might not have lost my looks in that grenade blast if the nurses are givin' me the good stuff. [His smile is easy, charming, that winning Bucky Barnes smile he's so known for. The 'grenade blast' is an obvious lie to anyone who might have heard of him in the modern day, not that he knows that, but he's trying to figure out if anyone else is here that he knows, trying to get some answers about what's really going on.] Shapeshifters, a city on a turtle, an' a 'world between life, death, and dreaming', what'll the morphine cook up next? Even these video talk consoles, bet the Army would love to go runnin' with that idea. Hey, if this is my drug-induced coma, my unit's prob'ly here somewhere, so hey, you see 'em, tell 'em Private James Barnes is lookin' for those guys. Especially you, Rogers, you big lug.

shadowroads

[Hello, Keeliai. You are being graced with the presence of one incredibly bored-looking but extremely attractive gentleman, sitting with boneless grace in the chair in front of the computer console and picking his nails. He looks up after a moment, allowing a small but not very sincere smile to cross his face.]

If I can pry you all away from what I’m sure are ultimately fulfilling lives for a moment, I’d like to know if anyone’s seen a woman by the name of October Daye. You’ll know her by the disasters that happen in her immediate vicinity, and by the way she chases after them without a care for common sense or reason.

[He pauses, then shrugs and continues with the next question.] And while I'm here, does anyone know when the next chance to chat with this so-called Emperor will be? I asked our hosts, but they didn't seem to be all that forthcoming.

poeticverses

[The feed opens up on a...pretty beat up redhead. Dried blood, bruises starting to form, cuts and scrapes, everything short of bullet wounds, really.

Those were healed before he woke up.

It takes a second for him to realize that he got it to start recording and he blushes a bit. Not that you can tell with all the bruising and whatnot, but. He looks like any beat-up 19th century Frenchman: dirty, bloody shirt, bloody blue waistcoat...basically, he didn't bother to clean up before figuring out this console.

When he speaks, his voice is fairly soft and he's terribly awkward, and not just because he's talking into a box]

The gentleman who brought me here said I could use this...device to contact others in the city. Does...is anyone else here from Paris? If so, are you familiar with Les Amis de l'ABC? My name is Jehan--Jean, but I prefer Jehan--Prouvaire, and I need to know if I'm the only one of us here. If I am not, could you please direct me to my friends?

[Don't ask if he wants to be alone here or not. He couldn't tell you]

I also need a doctor, please. I don't think I am in any danger of dying now, but I would rather not risk it.

Ah...thank you.

[[ooc: for those of you not familiar with French, "Jehan" does has a different sound than "Jean"]]

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.

howherolls

[ a haggard looking young man sits on a bed, his hands wringing together over and over again as he speaks. There's a hollowness to his stare, and he takes a little longer than most between his sentences, thoughtfully ]

I was working...on having responsibilities again. I baked bread starting at four in the morning until noon. At noon I fed the geese. Depending on the day, I might have free time after that, but by dinner I helped Katniss cook and I would dead-head the flowers in the garden.

The schedule...helped.

[ his hands spasm erratically for a moment, then still as Peeta clenches his jaw ]

And now I'm here. [ he offers a tight smile ] And that means I'm not feeding geese and the garden's not going anywhere anytime soon. Not to mention there's a possible deer overpopulation problem in District Twelve.

[ he sighs ]

So there go my responsibilities. And schedule. I guess this serves as a fair warning for you all.

magicalpadawan

[To all appearances, Molly has visitors in her little room in the Earth sector. If anyone is familiar with Disney movies, they might look somewhat familiar. One is a faun, the other a caterpillar, and the two seem to be sharing the caterpillar's hookah, immersed deep in conversation. If you listen close, you might even be able to hear the soft murmur of their voices, and what looks to be firelight plays gently on the ceiling.]

[Then, abruptly, Molly clears her throat and both the caterpillar and the faun are gone in an instant, leaving the soft flicker of colors in the background behind her. The young woman in question is seated, still a good distance away from her screen (just in case), and looking a curious mixture of slightly smug and a bit bored. When she speaks, she sounds cheerful enough, if still wary.]

I don't suppose there'd be anyone willing to tutor me around here? I'm getting kind of bored of sitting around with illusions, and I don't want to try fireballs in an enclosed space. So, uh, help?

effective

[There’s a girl staring at the screen with a look that’d seem almost dead if not for the intensity in her eyes. Katniss is really fucking unhappy, and it shows] It was supposed to be over. [She’s addressing the screen, but it sounds almost like she’s talking to herself.] It was supposed to be over, and they were supposed to leave me be.

[Her fingers twine around each other, drawing attention to the way her hands are scarred with burns and stretched, pale skin where it was grafted on. Observant people might note similar marks crawling up the side of her neck] They told me this emperor knows everything, but that just sounds like another word for president to me. I won’t play this game again, not ever. [Her fingers form a fist and she tears her eyes away from the screen to stare at it. She’s silent for so long, it seems almost as though she’s forgotten she was recording]

Where’s Peeta? [It doesn’t seem to have occurred to her that he might not be here.] No more games.

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