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[The video pops on to show Mike at the computer with a fairly impressive set-up off to the side, featuring multiple systems. River is tinkering with a circuit board behind him, hair and a second screwdriver tucked behind one ear with an intent look. When Mike starts to speak, she looks up from her work and listens as he addresses the network.]

Mike Weston. I’ve been working with River, Aya, and Rex to locate the source of the virus that Codename Lucifer exposed our network to some months ago. The bad news is it’s a self-replicating, mutating virus, which means it’s difficult to locate and even harder to neutralize. The good news is, we’re pretty sure we’ve found the origin and can use a program we’ve developed to start removing its influence.

This version of the code has a timed failsafe built into it - a kind of self destruct. The program will run for one week and then expire on its own, preventing it from being used anywhere else or by anyone else. Just us. The whole of the foreigner population, I mean. If it works, then we have what should be a permanent fix ready to install.

We need you. If you can read this, that includes you. In order for this to work, we need to install the program on as many systems as possible as fast as we can and then let the code do the rest. If it works, our network’s security and encryptions should be in working condition again. If you notice anything glitching or failure to encrypt, errors, anything.. we need to know about it right away.

If you have questions, ask.

[ooc: River may reply to any/all comments unless specified to Mike. Mike will reply to all unless specified to River.]

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!]

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.']

inseine

[A man whom the citizens of Tu Vishan might have glimpsed on occasion fixes a piercing, sharp gaze into the feed. The man is incredibly neat, uncharacteristically clean-shaven, and stern almost to the point of lacking any emotional inflection.

--Save for an unusual trembling tic in his lip when he speaks, and the slight off-center tie of his neck scarf. That indicated, to anyone close enough to be familiar with his habits, that some tremendous excitement boils within him. A hunger sparks deep in his pupils. He speaks at last after a few moments' pause, as if to let the gravity of his expression sink in, and his tone is curt, blunt, and commanding.]

I am looking for any man or woman interested in the case of the recently slashed Madame Emperor.

Who is working on it immediately? I have got the precinct local dossier; so do many of you. But I am sure there are people that have seen more than that. I tell you now to come forward, do not keep it quiet. It is a useless waste to keep the investigations separate. Let us pool the evidence and put our skulls together.

My name is Javert. I am somewhat familiar with kedan police policies, I have spent some time with them. You must call for me quick. I will speak with any that have got something to add.

skybluejeep

It's official. Scott McCall and Erica Reyes have been sent home.

Just...you know. FYI.

Still working on the radio show too. Equally FYI. The show must go on, right? Freddie Mercury said it best.

agentx13

Hello, again. For those who may not know me, my name is Sharon Carter. Back home, I was a government agent. I know everyone's busy with the cold and the disappearances, so I'll try not to take as little of your time as possible.

In short, if you know anything about the killings in recent months, I'd like to speak with you.

skybluejeep

[Stiles, already a big believer in layers, is wearing two sweaters, a jacket, a scarf, and even though you can't see it, has his blanket draped across his lap. He looks like what a cartoonist believes appropriate cold weather clothes looks like. Or, no, he look like Randie in A Christmas Story! Yes.]

Okay, why is it cold as balls right now? I'm from California. I'm not used to this. This is completely unacceptable. If I wanted to live like this, I'd move to freakin' Alaska and cuddle up with a polar bear. I'm going to get frostbite. Things are going to start falling off my body because of this, I know it.

Bryn, I'm calling out sick for the duration of this because if I go outside I'm going to drop dead. Of ice. I'm going to turn into an abominable snowman after all, and this time it won't be a joke.

Petition to make the turtle swim to Tahiti, sign below, thanks.

refusing

[Well, here's a face that might be familiar to some people. Looking entirely perplexed by life, even though she knows what's going on. It's just taking some time to sink in, and she's rushed to send out a message because there's some people she desperately hopes are still around.]

So. I was here before. But...then I wasn't? I was here, but I left, and now I'm back again.

[Cue a very confused and frustrated Rose. Her cheeks puff out a little on the tail end of a sigh, and she gives a shake of her head.]

Typical timey wimey stuff, then. Same as always. Even without the Doctor around, it always seems to happen. Which is just great. Really, it is.

[Cue the most sarcastic smile ever. It doesn't last long, however.]

Those of you that don't know me, I'm Rose Tyler. [Have a big, warm, sincere smile and a handwave.]

Anybody out there that does know me? Go on and check in, would ya? Don't make a girl worry 'bout whether or not you're still around.

ozones

The interesting thing about Halloween is that you can be someone else, I think. Most've the time that's not really an option.

_{( he thinks it's probably never much of an option, for him, but that's a thought that doesn't need vocalizing. )}

If you could be someone--something--else, would you?

It seems kind of like running away.

starspangledheart

[Communicating via computers and video is still a relatively new concept to Steve, but most of the time he only needs to be shown how to do something once before he can pick it up and do it on his own. So while he might be sitting a bit too close to the webcam at first, he quickly corrects this by scooting back. Once he is satisfied with his position, he looks straight into the camera.]

My name is Steve Rogers. When I arrived here, they told me I was brought to this world to fight a war, but so far I haven't seen any other soldiers or been given any orders. If we're going up against this enemy, we're all going to have to be on the same page. Where's the nearest military base? I'd like to get in touch with whoever is in command.

[End feed.

No wait just kidding, he can't find the button that turns it off. Steve's brows draw together slightly as he moves the cursor around, clicking on things as he tries to close the camera program. Finally he hits the right one, and the video ends.]

veryveryfrightening

[The feed flickers on, though it shows an empty chair and one of kedan welcoming committee pointing at the console. After some barely audible directions, a face looms before the screen coming straight from the side. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a bearded grin appear in front of the console before looking back at the kedan.]

You are sure others can both see and hear me?

[After getting the affirmative, the armor clad figure (red cape and all) plops down on the chair and it begins to roll away due to the momentum of his sitting. The kedan chases after him and some small laughter can be heard as the blond man scoots the chair back into view. His voice is light and amused]

Spinny chair, indeed.

[Loudly, he clears his throat and suddenly his tone is deeper and he leans forward as if to catch the attention of any who might see this.]

Fellow foreigners from distant realms; I am Thor of Asgard, Son of Odin. These kedan have been most helpful of informing me about this Tu Vishan and the perils it faces. I will stand alongside any other warriors who are up to the task presented before us and shall fight as brothers in arms.

[A slightly awkward beat.]

Or brothers and sisters. [He just moves right along after his awkward correction.]

If there are any others from Asgard or from Midgard- er, Earth, whom I know or know me, then speak. A friendly face or voice would be most welcome.

[He turns in his chair to look at the kedan that was instructing him, asking what to do next. After some hurried explanation, Thor's looking in concentration as he finger pecks his way to cutting the feed.]

vdova

[ Natasha’s face on the screen is blank and unreadable, but for those that know her, she’s probably very unamused. She doesn’t like it when questions aren’t answered, and even less so when she’s actively told not to ask. It just makes her want to ask more.

But this line isn’t secure, and Natasha knows better than to push her luck this early on. Thinking of this like a mission is the easiest way to deal with it. ] Hi. Natasha Romanoff. Stark, Banner, I’ve been told you’re here, so if you could check in, I’d appreciate it.

[ As for work, she’ll deal with that later. Right now, she has to get settled and get information from people who might actually give it to her. ]

definingfuture

Well, that was fun.

[Tony's actually in high spirits, although those who know him will notice that his smile has a slight edge to it. He sounds more pointed than he has before too, but that could just be enthusiasm. Someone with a really good read on Tony Stark will recognize it as something more pensive.]

So the lesson here is to remember the rules our mommies taught us and never say bad words. Good to know. While I'm on rules, I want to say hi to the newer kids. Hi. Remember your off-world emergency procedures and don't touch anything that looks like trouble. Good? Okay.

I'm sure most of you knew this was coming. If you didn't, I'm disappointed in you. We've got some business to discuss and I'm calling this a high priority. Sorry, but you'll have to cancel your dates. I'll make it up to you later.

Avengers, assemble.

[Those who recognize the call don't really need emphasis. He looks expectantly through the video feed and assumes they get the message. Otherwise, the less commotion that is made, the better off they are as a whole. Or, you know, everyone else can pipe in at any time. He's not even feigning a lock on his message at the moment. Public announcements are a competitive sport now.]

Metal Sector.

[That's all as he cuts out. He assumes that they'll figure out how to find him.]

subject223

[ The video turns on to a view of a man’s face, and those observant enough to notice nitpicky details might realize that this is a man who’s familiar with and comfortable using strange bits of technology. There’s no fear in his eyes, no outward confusion or panic. He looks calm and in control, and when he speaks, he sounds like it, too. ]

Hello. My name’s Steve Rogers and I just recently arrived from a city called New York. I was debriefed about the situation and I wanted to offer my help to anyone who needs it.

[ He pauses for a moment as he collects his thoughts. These days, it’s not often that he goes somewhere that people aren’t at least slightly familiar with who he is. Providing a brief resume is a somewhat novel experience. ]

I’ve been a soldier for a long time, but I’m also good with my hands. Construction, farming, hunting, good old-fashioned heavy lifting, I can help with that. I can speak a number of languages, too, if anyone needs translations done. I know I’m new, but I want to pull my weight. So if you know anyone who might need a hand with something, let me know.

[ Offering a faint smile, he gives the camera a short nod. ]

Thanks for your time.

rosenbridges

[ For at least...twenty seconds, Jane was absolutely certain that she'd managed to teleport herself to wherever she is right now. Once she'd come to her senses and listened with a kind of detached interest to the -- kedan? is that what they were called? -- explain to her where she was, she'd realized that the situation was much different than she'd originally thought.

She'd turned on the computer and scrolled through, taking note that she's not the only newbie. She hunches over her black notebook with her arm curled protectively around the leather bound pages as she scribbles. She looks up briefly, makes sure the audio/video is on, then continues writing without missing a beat.

Weird and abnormal? Now totally a staple in Jane's life.

Kind of. ]

Just curious – on average, what’s the usual time frame people arrive and how many appear at any given time? Would anyone be willing to compare any notes they might have about this? I'm really interested in how this keeps happening.

[ Rosenbridges and all.

She pauses in her writing just long enough to introduce herself. ]

I'm Dr. Jane Foster, by the way. [ Her pen wavers and she frowns. ] We're not dead, right?

definingfuture

[So here's a guy smiling more than he should be. He looks downright cheerful about the whole alternate world between life and death bit, but looking cheerful is easier than people say it is. His expression is giving off the best "let's be friends" message that he's got.]

I think I hit my head. Which is kind of bad, because I can't afford to have hit my head right now. I was working on things.

Hey, anybody want to play a game? It's called "the last thing I remember". Anyone? I'll go first.

I was just about to finish a late night coffee and watching a fuzzy video with a fuzzy memory that probably means things are not going to end well very soon. The thing about that? If things were going to go bad this soon I would know about it. So that means I didn't just have an aneurysm that dropped my, uh, soul into this period fantasy. Is there a door? There has to be a door. Or maybe not. I admit soul transference isn't really my area.

[He pauses to let all of that settle before he seems to come to a conclusion.]

This can't be good for space-time.

angermanaging

[He's seen a lot, experienced a lot, that would be considered unbelievable, but this is something else. Bruce had taken a few hours to himself to make sure he was calm, do his breathing exercises, and trawl the network with a frown. But ultimately he has to say something, he realizes. This isn't a place he can remain in isolation, as uncomfortable as that makes him.

The camera shows a serious-minded man with dark hair, face lined with tiredness but nonetheless alert and attentive. He can't resist taking a moment to complain about the illogic of it all first.]

You know, I'm pretty sure the many worlds interpretation is time asymmetric. Even if world splitting happens, why would world merging ever... [He stops himself. Sighs. Okay, yeah, physics isn't going to help him much here, is it? He can't even be surprised.

Bruce runs a hand through his hair, pushing onto practicalities without transition.] So what exactly is the process for getting a job around here? I'm not picky, but-- I have the most experience in mechanics.

And, uh. If anyone knows where I could get some superglue, I'd appreciate it.

Thanks. [He finishes the broadcast intentionally without giving his name; there's one split second of awkward pause, and then he switches it off.]

[ooc: People from other Marvel verses, you're free to recognize him as Bruce Banner or not as you want. And his permissions are over here if you need them!]

tendnottoweep

I know there must be a couple people here who can handle the pressure outside and not drown, so I'm curious: has anyone tried to go past the barrier to see if there's anything interesting out there?

For that matter, I know getting information from kedan is like pulling teeth, but has anyone been able to find out why the turtle's diving now? Or how often this happens, at least?

suoxi

[ the feed cuts on and Inara is positioned behind the console, smiling lightly with crimson lips pulled upwards as she regarded the camer thoughtfully. She is cleaned up and prepped for a public chat, hair dried and styled as well as she was able. ]

Good evening, everyone. My name is Inara Serra, and I have recently found myself a bit out of sorts with my arrival in this strange place. I would cry kidnapping, but I hardly think that is the case.

I was wondering - and hoping - that there might just be someone I know here. Please, if you recognize me, I would greatly appreciate if it you could respond.

Also, if anyone could perhaps explain a bit more about what this place is and how I might have come to be here - and why - I would also be greatly indebted to you.

Thank you.

[ she smiles once more as she waits for responses, should they come. ]

Tu Shanshu

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