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[The feed kicks on to Nilin looking a little weary. Her day thus far hasn't been a good one and it's starting to show.]

Can anyone tell me where in this place I can get a drink? A good drink, mind you. The last bar I found tried to serve me something resembling dishwater.

[And it tasted what she imagines dishwater would taste like, too. There's a pause, and with a light sigh, Nilin speaks again.]

And, to the anonymous voice who spoke up when I first arrived. I'm listening.

[This time, she'll cooperate.]

alterer

[The feed cracks on with a rather tense looking woman, staring at you all.]

It seems I've arrived at the end of something major.

[Her tone is a little on the weary side, frustration seeping into her words whether she intends it or not.]

Tell me then, what exactly are we dealing with here? All explanations thus far have been a little lacking in detail. The sooner we wrap this up, the sooner I can get back to my own work.

[A beat.]

Is everyone alright? If we're going to be stuck in this together, checking as much seems a good start.

escarabajo

[The screen displays black for several seconds before flickering into scrolling, illegible symbols-- unless you can read Reach, of course. They begin slowly at first, but at the fifteen second mark they've filled the screen: the text speeds across the display in multiple directions in blurry blue lines.]

[requested entries no longer in database. attempt system override?]

[There's a moment or two where the text continues-- but then, abruptly, the strange alien lettering freezes. There's a harsh whirring, like a CD's gotten stuck in its player.

It's not a good sound, in any case.]

[ABORT ABORT ABORT--] [blares a voice, and there's about half a second of a partially-transformed Blue Beetle shielding his face and stumbling backward in a hurry. The screen's filled with a bright blue light, and then the feed cuts out completely once more.

Someone's gonna need a new console.]

(ooc: Jaime's just tried to hack into the console searching for the source of old Malicant posts! clearly it did not go as planned. feel free to have heard the ruckus if you're in the Wood sector; any network replies will come from a cafe console later on.)

spiritshifted

[The video feed pops on: in front of a blank, undecorated wall, there is a woman of pencil-straight posture, with a serious and somewhat serene look on her face. This is Milla: even-tempered until she’s given a reason to be otherwise. Her hair is still wet - it takes some time to dry twenty years’ growth, and she had planned on wasting no time in finding her friends and a purpose in this world. In fact, with the way its sopping yellow mass sits around her face… her hair had, perhaps, not crossed her mind at all. And despite the relative chill in the air, she has made no effort to put on anything warmer than what appears to be a crop top.]

Yes, hello there. This is Milla Maxwell speaking.

[She nods her wet head once, understanding from the screen that her movement and voice have registered to the network. So while she might be new to these kinds of things, preferring to leave them to the more technologically-minded members of her party to activate and/or destroy, she has executed this video program without an issue.]

I understand that the concept of Maxwell does not exist in this world, and the spirits appear largely unreachable. It is my understanding that this is the last remaining turtle of many... other than the young turtles I have witnessed on my way here. Have these been bred to replace Tu Vishan's dead brethren? And is there a force protecting them? If possible, I would like to assist in that.

If that means fighting, then so be it.

[Okay, she’s gotten to the point. She nods once, then leans into the camera a little bit, eyes widening as she strokes her chin.]

I do look forward to finding my place in this foggy world.

[r-r-r-r-rumble. That's her stomach.]

...I also look forward to dinner.

strategisch

Just when I think I'm finished with unexplainable happenings.

[Armin is tired. Dead tired. He sits in front of the console and occasionally rubs at his face, or his temples, or shoulders while speaking, and sports some rather impressive dark circles under his eyes.]

The other day, I was doing my food shopping in the Wood Sector. Usually I buy things on sight or by tastes the Kedan give me, and that's alright, but... Out of nowhere...

[He looks so at a loss it's almost comical.]

I could read Kedanese. All of it. Everything! And even stranger, I still can't speak it! I see the words on the signs and I just... I know what they mean. When I see them, I can sound them out as well, but when faced with a Kedan to actually communicate, I can't do it anymore. Honestly. I can only read.

[Somebody please make the ride stop, I would like to get off now.]

Please, somebody say this has happened to you as well. I think I'm going insane. I must not be getting enough rest...

superieure

Good morning, Keeliai.

[ Monet's seated, her clothes neatly pressed, colours deliberately chosen to contrast the comfortable seat in front of her console, one leg crossed over the other. She hasn't found any nail polish a-turtle yet, or she'd be wearing that as well. Her tone is pleasantly pitched, and even-keeled. ]

My name is Monet Saint-Croix, and I'm acquainted with several kedan who're willing to accept temporary assistance from Foreigners for tasks our gifts are more suited to handling [ i.e., with superpowers ]. This is an excellent opportunity to get more involved with the local community, and perhaps improve relations. [ a polite smile to punctuate ]

If you're interested in helping, kindly come to the office [ a location ping in the Metal Sector ] provide your name, the types of cases you're accustomed to handling, and where we can reach you if a suitable match turns up. Should you wish to be a part of the venture but under a [ her nose wrinkles, just barely: she can't believe she's about to say this ] superhero identity, that can be negotiated. Payment will be by commission, depending on how satisfactorily you complete your task.

If you have any questions you may direct them to this console. [ A short pause, for another smile. ] We look forward to working with you.

[ And with that, she turns off the feed. ]

[ooc: feel free to jump straight to action, she'll be at the office all day. ooc planning post is here, job list is here, and do fill out telepathy permissions if you have time, thank you.]

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 )

bonjourguignon

Hello! I do not believe I am acquainted with many of you, so I introduce myself first.

[He presents a tilted head-bob of a bow and a crooked smile.]

I was born with the name Félicien Lesgle, though you may oft hear me referred to by L'Aigle or Bossuet, and have been borne here from Paris, France, of the early 19th century -- the summer of 1832, if we are to be precise.

[A small pause here.]

I understand that many of you come from times that are not akin to my own, and as such, are far better acquainted with the makings of human flight.

Although I do not know how common the more, ah, reptilian of aerial steeds are across your various lands, I appeal to you, Mesdames et Messieurs, for any advice or warnings that a man might take to heart on his maiden voyage to the clouds!

aread

[Well this sure is a video post. It opens on Kidd, who's looking rather casually bored, dressed up in all the stolen finery one might expect of a pirate. His accent is vaguely British-y, and his tone is casually bored.]

I've heard tell this turtle of ours stops off at locations along the course of its journey. And these shores— would anyone say they at all resemble the Caribbean? Nassau, perhaps?

[He assumes otherwise, but it never hurts to ferret out little bits of information. If nothing else, mention of Nassau might weed out any who know the region and what it stands for. Stood for. He cocks his head to one side, there's maybe a hint of something predatory to his expression.]

I find it curious, aye, to be plain, that we can be so long at sea without fear of outside attack. Pirates, and the like. This place is grand enough, but hardly impregnable. Has anyone considered proper fortifications for it t'all? A blockade, perhaps, or cannons? Or something a sight more modern, I understand there's all manner of things not common to my era.

Thanks be to you, listeners.

[A casual salute, and cut feed.]

dustonmyfeet

[Toph is in her usual favorite spot -- her twisty chair by her console. If you look carefully, you can probably get a glimpse of her feet glowing green. She looks thoughtful.]

So right now the turtles are about the size of young badgermoles.

Thing is, badgermoles have whole mountain ranges to live in. If these guys are anything like the Turtle we're on, we're going to need something bigger than mountain ranges.

I mean, eventually they'll probably swim. But until then, they're definitely not always going to fit in the house. Let alone on a city street. So where are they going to go?

[She frowns a bit more, leaning her chin into her hand. What comes next will be far more serious.]

The Emperor brought us here, and she was going to send us home later. Now that she's kind of . . . gone . . . what's that mean for getting home?

[As though attempting to add a lighter note into it:] Not that it hasn't been great and all, but someday I have to get back and help save the world. That kind of thing.

myownbestfriend

[Say hello to Emma Frost, an intimidatingly beautiful but apparently normal human woman who is not especially pleased to be on a giant turtle and drafted into some kind of metaphysical war. She's got it dialed down to an aura of vague irritation, though, and she leans back in the large desk chair that came with her Fire Sector suite. The deep brown of the leather sets off her pale coloration and low-cut white X-Men uniform to excellent effect, and if you think she didn't plan that, you haven't met Emma.]

Please tell me there's a half-decent salon somewhere on this planet.

[If she has to do her own roots she's switching to diamond form until the problem is resolved, see if she doesn't.

Yes, yes, Malicant, a murdered emperor, giant turtles all but extinct, a world on the verge of destruction...but none of those are the sort of thing one ought to ask stupid questions about in public, now are they?]

sushihouse

[A few days of careful reconnaissance, both of the network and the city itself, has led to the firm conclusion that the populace here is ignorant of not only the Cooper bloodline, but the crime for which Rioichi had been framed for in his world: an attempt on the Shogun's life. No wanted posters, no angry mutterings of his name in the street — it's one of the few bright spots to be found in this jarring shift in fortune that's befallen him, especially considering the Emperor's death. Therefore, it should be safe (or at least safe enough) to reveal himself to the network.....besides, as Rioichi Cooper the Sushi Chef, there's no reason to hide. Some of the juulan that was gifted to him upon arrival has gone towards the purchase of an outfit that is identical to what he preferred to wear during less....morally-dubious pursuits, and thus doesn't scream "ninja" from the rooftops.

He's wearing it as the feed begins; it fits him well, seems to suit him perfectly. Rioichi studies his would-be audience for a long moment, dark eyes calm yet impassive, inscrutable, then dips his head forward in a polite nod.]

Ah, hello. My name is Rioichi. To begin, I would like to offer my condolences in light of the recent misfortune. [It strikes him as incredibly rude to deliver his intended message without at least acknowledging the Emperor's murder.] Please forgive me for not speaking at length about the incident; it is not my place, as I have been here for only a short while.

[A stilted pause. This talking, clearly sentient raccoon seems quite unused to sharing his thoughts with a bunch of strangers in a mass broadcast. But to be fair, part of this stems from how the vast majority of them lack tails, fur, and proper ears, not just because of a career that is decidedly solitary.]

Allow me to get to the point: I seek answers about something I do not fully understand. It concerns.....time travel.

[Bafflement colors his tone then; a quiet, detached uncertainty. It's as though he both can and cannot accept the concept that he's just put out there. Rioichi glances down at his lap for a moment, then back up into the feed.] Please respond if you are familiar with this concept. I would greatly appreciate any assistance in this matter. [Another respectful nod.] Thank you.

[ooc: as a reminder, the majority of rioichi's icons won't match up with his "public" persona's outfit! please assume he appears as he does in the icon of this post.]

modernized

[Voice (As Terry)]

[There's a small conflicted sound on the feed before any words can be heard. Because...well, this is a conflicting thing to ask and his voice doesn't hide how unsure he feels about even approaching the subject.]

So, I never spoke to the Emperor - I only met her once when I arrived - but from what I gathered a lot of people liked her. If you don't mind indulging me, I want to know why.

[A quick pause.]

--And don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to stir anything up like that other jerk from a couple days ago. I'm honestly curious. I never saw a reason to like her personally, but I never did speak with her, so I just want to maybe get a little more understanding about what kind of person she is.

[Or was rather, but he picks his words smartly on that front.]

If anyone is willing to share stories about her...or something, if you feel like sharing. I'd understand if it's too hard right now.

[And who knows. Maybe it might help people in mourning to talk about it. It helped him before.]

[Action (As Batman)]

[Tonight there's a small gathering of Kedan in the Wood Sector, as they have a vigil to honor the death of the Ironwood Emperor. While this isn't usually where Terry makes his rounds, he ends up landing onto a rooftop near the proceedings and begins observing the Kedan in mourning. Partly to make sure nothing bad happens to disturb the small gathering, not entertaining even the thought of going down there and joining them, and partly to try and understand the grief the Kedan feel.

He can't admit to being distraught like others, both Kedan and Foreigners. He only met the Emperor once and never exchanged a word with her. There's surprise that she was killed, the security of the palace coming into question if someone could so easily assassinate her, and a natural sadness toward her death. That sadness is, however, no more than what he offers each time there is word of a stranger dying. He's heard of and seen first hand plenty of needless death by now - all part of the business, no matter how grim it is to admit that he's gotten use to it.

So he observes and watches as a wave of paper lanterns float up to the sky, many of them passing up near where he crouches and illuminating his presence in the dark to anyone on ground or around the roofs. Not that he especially cares if someone sees him - more important things to worry about - but he is more focused on the sight. He finds he has to concentrate hard to not get lost in the beauty of the display, regretful as it may be.]

agentx13

As some of you may know, I was hired to find the person responsible for multiple killings in September, along with an attempted homicide. That person has now killed the Emperor. [ There's a flash of something like remorse, but it only lasts a second before her jaw tightens. There's no time to feel guilty for not catching the person sooner. She has to stop him now, before he kills again. ]

I have a list of suspects. I've narrowed it down significantly. If you were one of the people I talked to about it, please see me immediately.

( Private messages for Mako, Tarrlok, Gaius Septimus, Dorian Gray, Lord Harry Wotton, Arthur Curry, Damian Wayne, Bart Allen, Jason Todd, Hal Jordan, other Hal Jordan, Billy Costigan, Rory Williams, Clara Oswald, Hannibal Lecter, Invincible, Bossuet, Combeferre, Javert, Jean Prouvaire, Marius Pontmercy, Julio Richter, Scarlet Spider, Santo Vaccarro, Scott Lang, Victor Barkowski, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, the other Tony Stark, Hayley Stark, Percy Jackson, Zelgadis Graywords, Jax Teller, Jim Kirk, Balthazar, Isaac Lahey, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, Cecil Gershwin Paler )

( Private message to Barry Allen )

alderwood

[The video comes up not with the backdrop of the Commander's office, but instead that of the Emperor's personal quarters. It is Alderwood that sits there, his expression dark and controlled; there are signs of grief in the redness of his eyes same as there are signs of activity in the motion of police kedan behind him, but he ignores that to address the network.]

The Ironwood Emperor is-- [Here, he breaks a moment before the line of his jaw settles with stonelike strength and he continues.] She is dead.

[Centuries of war that she survived, centuries of difficulties, and he found her as innocently dead as a victim in a murder. Evandau appears torn, once again on the brink of the grief that threatens to consume him, but he forces himself into mould of a Commander so that he might serve the purpose of this message.]

The sealed scroll outlining her succession was opened this morning under my authority as Commander. [His hand moves, briefly touching a rolled up scroll set on the flat surface before withdrawing as though burned.] It was her wish that I assume all authorities and responsibilities as Emperor after her passing.

[His look is pained, but does not break.]

Henceforth, I assume the role of Alderwood Emperor and thusly fulfill her wishes. The responsibilites of the Commander will continue with me until I choose a successor.

[A pause, a breath as he composes his next words.]

The Palace of Landed Sky is closed to all petitioners until further notice. Without Eshai's power protecting it, this is no longer a safe haven for those that wish to speak its name, so do not risk it.

[For he already suspects that Malicant is behind this and will not have it invited in to make a pair of he and Eshai in death.

That brings him to the end of what he needed to announce and so he only offers one flat statement in closing.]

This changes nothing of your presence or purpose, so do not come beg of return. Those magicks are beyond me and my priority is determining what fool made the decision to kill her.

superieure

[ Monet is seated, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, lips curled into a smile, immaculately dressed as always, regarding the camera with a critical eye. In front of her is a chessboard, all set out for a game. She’s chosen black, so white faces the viewer. ]

I require an opponent.

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.

baniichan

[Although Barnaby monitors the network more often than not, he seldom uses it except under specific circumstances. Lately, a lot of people seem to be talking about the holidays, the snow, Candy Crush, and other such things of little interest, so Barnaby has had few reasons to become involved.

Today, though, he has an important question.]

Can anyone recommend a good hair stylist? Any help would be appreciated.

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.

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.

Tu Shanshu

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