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[ Inara comes into view with a smile, as always. She’s very confident sitting there in her suite, hands in her lap and a few candles burning behind her for ambience. She is the picture of calm and poise and looks entirely at ease.

Inside, though – Inara is boiling. Inara is Not Happy about several things, but there are…certain experiences best not ‘advertised’ on a public network.

But boy is she pissed about being fired, then threatened on the way home.

ANYWAY. ]

I have decided to open the Companion House that is located in the Fire Sector earlier than I originally planned. [ read: Inara got fired, and needs another source of income. ]

If you are interested or require more information as to what a Companion is and does, please let me know and I will forward you directions and information. [ Inara learned a valuable lesson: make a pamphlet. Repeating herself explaining the intricacies of Companionship was quite taxing. ]

I am also taking applications for those that would like to enroll in Companion training as well. [ Inara smiles, but her eyes are decidedly sharper here. ] This is not an endeavor lightly chosen. It is a life choice – a career, and the training is intense and not limited to intimacy. I will personally speak [ interrogate ] to any interested party.

[ inara out ]

thewaythatiam

The bakery being run by Peeta Mellark and myself will remain open for the foreseeable future. We do not have as many items available but we will continue to provide bread and simple baked goods. If you know of any recipes for baked items made with limited simple ingredients, please inform Peeta or myself, as developing a more varied menu despite rationing is good for business.

There is at least one of what is called a "speedster" in Keelai. A person with a higher than "natural" speed capabilities. This is often accompanied by an accelerated metabolism, requiring them to eat far more than the average human of their age and weight to avoid starvation. If you are acquainted with such a person and have food or money to spare, I believe it would be best for our population as a whole to support them.

I have been finding and recording word and letter patterns in the Kedan written language. If anyone with skills in linguistics or languages wishes to see my notes, you may ask. It is of little use to me other than as information I can share with others better trained to use it.

Thank you.

nohsatsu

[ The feed starts up to show a certain pretty boy alien sitting in front of his console, rubbing a towel over his silver-white hair. Today's work involved some pretty messy mechanics, so he thought it would be better to clean up a bit before speaking on something that had been bothering him since Lieuen's message. At least he was learning some propriety. It just didn't seem to extend to him putting on a shirt before addressing the city. Learning - it's a process.

He brought the towel down to his lap and got on with his purpose. ]

With the recent system of rationing introduced to the city, I had a question concerning dietary needs among you all.

Specifically, is there anyone who has a need for anything more than what we will be given- perhaps for reasons of health? I won't be needing mine, and if I can be of some help to someone, I'd appreciate the chance.

[ He wasn't exactly going to go into the details of why he didn't need the rations outright. His time with the Avengers had taught him that a good majority of people were not too keen on learning that he ate raw eggs, shell and all, and could consume various forms of... well, garbage, for sustenance. It may have been disgusting to most people, but it meant he could survive, and it meant he could give.

He even manages a slight smile, a little bit hopeful. ]

shorttempered

[A young man in a bright yellow and blue costume turns on his webcam and stares blankly at the screen for a moment before beginning to speak.]

So uh, I figured I should meet the new neighbors since I'm stuck here and I've been told this is the best way to do it. Hi, my name's... [He reaches up to touch the fabric around is ear.] Invincible. Jeez I really have to stop getting so used to wearing the costume, forgot if it was on or not.

...

Does anyone happen to know if this In-Between place is like a multiverse thing or something, if you know what that is? I'm trying to get a sense of my bearings and the Kedan weren't exactly very helpful.

Uh... Not that they aren't already being ridiculously helpful right now what with giving me a room and some money and all that...

[He tugs at the back of his hair and sighs.]

Can someone do me a favor and tell me again that I can't just wake up or fly out of here? The Kedan must have told me about 20 times but I figure I need to hear it at least 20 more before I start to believe it.

Thanks... and sorry this got depressing fast.

[And with that he quickly turns the camera off before he can further make a fool out of himself.]

kelpful

[Percy is in his own suite for once, mostly so that any backlash from this won’t be directed at Annabeth. This attempt is marred a little by the fact that he has her shield on the desk in front of him, but oh well. Unlike his usually cheery face, his expression now is a little drawn, frowning]

Okay, I’m not really sure how to bring this up, so I’m just going to say it. It’s really important – as in, related to all of us being here – so you probably all want to hear this. But it might be upsetting, too? I don’t know how everyone’s going to feel about this, which is why it’s taken a while to come up. But with the palace starting to kidnap people involved off the streets, I think that people should know.

A couple of weeks ago, the underwater barrier went down. I don’t know how or why, but a couple of people were able to get past it and under the turtle itself. There was some kind of facility there that the kedan were taking supplies to, and when we went to have a closer look…

[He pauses for a second, before ultimately deciding to just forge ahead] It was a cloning facility. There were clones there of us – for some reason they were in giant light bulb tanks? I don’t even know. I don’t know if that means that we’re clones, or that they’ve just been making copies or something, but that’s what we found. We would’ve looked for more information, but the kedan decided to blow the whole place up, I guess. [He’s going to neglect to mention Kara’s helping hand with that] Ever since that happened, the new people arriving haven’t been pulled out of the ocean.

[He leans back, hand absently tapping on the edge of Annabeth’s shield] That’s all I know. And now Nita’s been basically kidnapped by the palace. You know, considering that swimming places isn’t exactly a capital offence. [The scowl is more of a glare now, and it kind of becomes apparent that Percy is actually really freaking angry]

So if anyone else wants to find out what the hell is going on – well, you probably shouldn’t talk to me about it, I kind of just painted a giant target on my forehead. But you guys have the information now, so do what you can with it.

flawedgoods

[If Favrielle looks distracted and not quite as polished as she usually does, it's because she didn't sleep much last night, and is very clearly worried.]

Has anyone seen or spoken to Nita--that is, Namorita Prentiss, in the last twenty-four hours? I expected her at dinner last night and thought perhaps she had just forgotten, but I'm having difficulty reaching her. She's not responded to my private messages...

[She pauses, a moment, as if expecting an answer, and then continues.]

For those of you not acquainted, she's average height, blonde, and beautiful, really. Her ears taper to a point at the top, and she has wings on her ankles. If anyone has any news of her whereabouts, it would be very much appreciated. Thank you.

usavatar

[He's in his uniform for this post, or the approximation of it that Favrielle made - the dusty brown of US army formals in the Second World War, not the modern dress greens or blues.

For a breath as the feed comes on he looks tired, but it vanishes as soon as he speaks, friendly and neutral.]

Good evening. It's come to my attention that a number of you are familiar with some version of me, and I've been lax in either introducing or making myself available for questions. Steve Rogers - Captain America, for those who'll find the title relevant. Please, feel free to come by my suite whenever you need to. The locals know when I'm out, but someone is usually there.

[Two addresses - the first being his apartment, the second being a location in the Earth Sector.]

The other reason I wanted to address you all is that for the past few months I've been working on furnishing a sort of safehouse in the Earth Sector.

Seems more relevant now, after what happened when the turtle went under. Again, I'd like to make the space available to anyone among us who needs somewhere to stay, temporarily or otherwise, and to offer it up as an emergency location where we can mobilize during future crises.

[A pause, while he considers whether or not he's forgotten anything. A crooked smile.] I think that's it.

walkingwmd

[Hello everyone, have an unimpressed looking girl...in a bright yellow hazmat suit?]

Sooooo...Asianish fantasyworld, huh? Yeah, because that hasn't been done before. At least this seems to be a real place and not some offensive land of the stereotypical created for the amusement of the ignorant American masses. Because, seriously? Wow, whoever writes all that crap has to be some sort of nasty fetishist or something. No, sir, I will not be your precious yamato nadeshiko waifu nor am I a seductive kunoichi, so get lost.

[She lets out a disgusted sigh.]

Guess I was about due for this kind of thing to happen to me. Can't be a superhero without weird stuff like time travel and alternate universes and dying only to come back to life later...

Does anyone know who among us "foreigners" has been here the longest? Totally okay with all the room I've got to myself around here, but that's not enough to buy my approval when it comes to the idea of staying.

alpha_squad_leader

[Victor's not in the best of moods tonight. Mostly because he's still worried about Santo but he's not discussing that tonight. Right now he's leaning back in his chair and making sure he's visible to the camera.]

I was going to say this earlier but I was a little distracted. [Of course he's a little annoyed he has to say it at all but he tries to keep the irritation off his face.] But I'll say it tonight.

I know there are some people here on the turtle from a place where something called the Capitol creates monsters called Muttations [He makes a face at this, not liking how it sounds at all.] and sends them after people. I'm just letting everyone know that I am not one of those things.

I am a mutant. I'm a human being with an active X-gene, not a genetically engineered monster. I'm not going to try to eat anyone's face or anything like that. I'm not about to just attack anyone and I'm not from any Capitol. I'm just a guy from Fairbury that happens to be green and a little spiky. There's no reason for anyone to be afraid of me, okay?

So...yeah. That's all.

[He's silent for a moment before ending the feed.]

trainwrecked

[He knows something is afoot, after that message from the Emperor, and - he'll be over here offering a slight diversion. For people either staying safe or - well. Keeping an eye on the foreigners.]

Hi, all. Name's Sergeant Bucky Barnes, and since I figure there's a number of new people here who are still likely to get mixed up with the technology available, I though I'd offer some help.

If you want a bit of teaching about it from somebody who didn't grow up with computers and mobile phones and such, feel free to hit me up, either over these - the consoles - or directly in Wood sector, suite in tree WO-1A.

Bucky out.

Current Mood: halpful

andaway

[Clark looks far less... cheerful than he did the last time he talked to the network. And far less cheerful than most people have actually seen him ever since appeared on the turtle. Probably because he actually hadn't had a reason to get this angry ever since he got here.]

It's become obvious thanks to latest... announcements made by the Emperor that until we're needed we will be on our own in this place and we will actually be unwanted when it comes to dealing with certain things. Well, let it be so.

Some of you might remember my idea of doing some kind of podcast for a newspaper, a way to let the news reach us all easily since the Kedan don't seem to have anything like that. Using the network they have given us is not an option anymore, not if we want to do it efficiently and in a private way. Not if we want to make sure any news they might deem 'irrelevant' or 'not our business' get out out.

[He's had experience with that, hi there Lex.]

So I need people who know about engineering and machinery. I'd like to see if it's possible to actually build a Radio station, and the transmitters and everything we would need for it. The money will not be a problem as long as you're reasonable about it, nor will the resources.

I guess... I am offering anyone who'd be able to build it a job.

So who's interested?

ironwood

[The video opens on the Emperor, who is writing at a desk. She looks... composed, but with that hard-edged irritation in her that so many foreigners have come to know and either hate or be frustrated by. She sets her pen down and looks up. She is Not Here For This Bullshit, but children must be minded and the foreigners are little else, as far as she's concerned.]

As some of you may know, we were recently attacked by the undead. Despite your admirable efforts in turning away the enemy, some individuals who cannot seem to think beyond the end of their fists and considerable over-compensatory strength caused structural damage across the turtle shell. This damage caused significant collapse in ancient sewer systems.

My architects are working to repair the areas. Stay away from them. And no you may not help. Anyone caught in the area will be arrested and incarcerated for an indefinite amount of time.

If you've nothing useful to say, remain silent. My time is precious.

epigrammatical

[Henry is leaning back in the chair in front of his computer and he holds a book bound in yellow paper in his slender hands. From the angle at which he holds it, the title is not quite visible. ]

A flawed memory is an inconvenience, though a perfect memory is a curse. But had my memory been better, I would sooner have recalled what this place reminds me of. Oh, I could perceive from the beginning that it is very like the fantasies that prompt a man to fill his house with blue china—and there is something as well of the mechanical dreams of M. Verne and his kind.

( In which his lordship offers a brief introduction to French Symbolist literature and just might be trolling a tiny bit. )

batwave

[Ever since arriving, Bruce has spent the better part his time here trying to decide how best to handle this situation. He's long since shed his costume and put it away on the lower floor of his suite. Best not to put that on for a while. After, he combed through the suite (yes in his underwear) and tried his radio with no success.

That's when he spots the console.

When Bruce activates the voice function on his console, he's putting away the Batman voice, in order to sound as innocuous as possible. He has no civilian clothes and he would really rather not have the Batman associated with him. It's bad enough the kedan saw him in costume. He needed to put some distance between himself and the suit as quickly as possible.]

My name is Bruce and it seems I've lost my shorts in the water. [Embarrassed laugh.] Would someone mind letting me know where I could find some clothes?

occupygotham

[ text, anonymous. Upon arriving, Bane has kept to himself, patiently reading through past entries on the network and evaluating his current situation. he has seen more questions raised then answers after his research ]

It would seem that the state between death, dreaming and life has more to be desired. The reason for our continued presence remains a mystery as we play the role of docile prisoners to this...Emperor. While others may seek contentment in their cage under the guise of routine and monotony, I must question one simple thing:

Tell me, fellow occupants, how long are we to be kept in the dark?

Surely none of the Kedan's guests were aware of the creatures lurking beneath the shadowed depths of Tu Vishan. A small, inconsequential thing, perhaps, to those who no longer have the fear of death instilled upon them, but the opportunity to prepare for such onslaughts was stolen from us. We are all strangers in a strange land, fellow outsiders, and it seems as if the Kedan are more than happy to maintain that relationship. A relationship that leaves us in a state of inaction.

Citizens, for that is what we should rightfully call ourselves here, it is time to find our voice.

[ a separate text message is sent out anonymously: ]

I seek the services of a medical professional- preferably one with a hand in anesthesia. Chemists, would also be welcomed.

wilsooon

[He doesn't have to do much to put on his playboy mask for this - he looks as haggard as he feels, eyes sunken and skin that particular kind of sallow that indicates a person is either going to pass out or throw up. The cocky grin he flashes the screen comes naturally, even if his mind is running five different directions. Mckenna, Diggle, the Count, the Bratva, the possibility of Thea's trial. A pause as he gathers himself, and he makes a show of that for the benefit of the act.] I have never actually partied myself into another universe before. First time for everything I guess.

[He throws a two-fingered salute and has to pause as the world follows his fingers into a tailspin.] Oliver Queen. I'm sure there are all kinds of questions I should be asking, but right now I have only one: where can I find some advil and a nice, greasy breakfast.

wintershepherd

[ Jack has been having good luck with most people being able to see him lately so he leaves his console on video, and figures it should also catch the few thus far who can hear him even if they can't see him on the screen. ]

I thought I'd take a fly out to the shell's edge for a while.

[ He needed to get away from the city's bustle for a little while and think; for those that can see him, he looks pensive in comparison to his usual lightheartedness. ]

I know there's not much out there, but does anyone want me to keep an eye out for anything to bring back?

[ private to Favrielle ]

Sorry to bother you, but you repair clothes as well as make them, right?

backwordscompatible

[So, first, she’d almost drowned. Then, her best friend (and sort-of boyfriend) had drowned...only to come back as a zombie. Whom she had to watch die all over again. And, to top it all off, she was still suffering from the after-effects of running around while all this was happening in sopping wet clothes.]

[To put it mildly, Zatanna was not in good spirits (hah--oh, forget it). And had a few dry words for the Network:]

Some ‘world of dreams’, or whatever they’re still claiming this place is. More like one, big, slow-moving nightmare.

If I’d known the Turtle was going to find inspiration in every bad movie we watched the other night, I might’ve reconsidered picking a different theme.

[...of course, none of them had much to do with how she was actually feeling right then. Too public.]

[Her eyes were still glassy from sleep as she sneezed twice before ending the feed, message delivered.]

[But then, it switched back on as an afterthought occurred to her:]

Oh, yeah: whichever of you perverts decided to leave that tiny ‘surprise’ in the frame of my vanity mirror? I took a particular satisfaction in frying that thing. Twice.

Just so you know.

[~~’sup, Batman, she definitely just inadvertently called you a pervert. Because bugging teen girls’ rooms is incredibly rude.~~]

nohsatsu

[ His understanding, upon arrival, was that he wasn't unique in this place. Others, from other worlds, worlds far different even from the one that he had been stranded on, had arrived here too. He should wait, reason told him - other members of the Kree might be here. Avengers might be here. An infinite number of universes meant the probability of anyone with a specific grudge against him was minimal, but the world rarely ever functioned at its best, at least in terms of luck and fate.

He noticed these consoles allowed for three different options: video, audio, and text. Video would be brazenly inviting trouble, and although brazen was his usual MO, he was still recovering from recent events.

Text was... so not him.

Audio - well, voices were pretty easy to mistake?

The feed opened to a few seconds of silence. ]

...Hello. [ Another pause. ]

I seem to have found myself, like many of you, far from home. For the second time in my life. At least this time there's no one trying to vivisect me.

[ An attempt at humor? It was hard to tell with how flatly that was said and because of the third pause that followed. ]

Aside from these consoles, what sorts of technology are available here? Anything more advanced?

ironwood

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