tushanshu | Entries tagged with † olivia dunham

[Shepard looks as serious as ever, despite the fact that there's a tribble cooing away on her desk nearby. What? It's cute, okay! And she just has one, and she's keeping it on ice and stuff. No big deal.

But that's not what she's on the network to talk about, far from it.]

I'm as glad as the next person that Tu Vishan is better, and that our powers and tech are working again. [Really, she is! Though you might not be able to tell that from her face.] But this is far from over. At best, we've managed to delay it. [And she knows all about delaying the enemy - sometimes, that's the best you can hope for, but delay isn't defeat, and eventually it always comes down to a fight.]

We need to get together, plan and prepare for whatever it might throw at us next. I want to get my teams up and running - defense and medical. Anyone who wants to help me, let's meet.

[She provides the name of a bar in the Earth Sector.]

Tomorrow evening, at dusk. It's time to put some plans in place, for the next attack.

[ooc: team planning post for those who missed it!]

afirewithfashion

[Cinna looks a little less focused than usually -- that may have something to do with the collection of tribbles in his lap. The topmost one (yes, the pile is multi-layered) is the tribble that he's had from the beginning. Mostly sandy-beige, with white stripes on its belly.]

I know they're dangerous, I do understand that. They'll eat away the entire food supply.

[He trails off, his fingers in the fur of his favorite tribble.]

They're just so innocent -- if cold stops them from reproducing, couldn't we make cooled cages for them? Not all of them, but some of them?

[Like this one. He wants to keep it.

He feels better with the tribbles than he's felt since he arrived on the turtle. Better, even, than when they were in the plentiful current.]

I know it's a risk. But it seems wrong to kill them all.

olympicgrade

I've seen my fair share of weird things, there's no denying that, but this place? [ She shakes her head slightly in disbelief. ] It's a pretty large pill to swallow. I guess I can't really argue with the fact that we're, though; if we could, I imagine a good portion of you wouldn't still be here. [ "A good portion" because she knows about Stockholm Syndrome. ] So if it's alright, I'd like to ask you all a couple questions.

First: how long have you been stuck here? Second: if you could go home, would you? Why or why not? Third: how long did it take for you to accept that this wasn't some sort of dream? And forth: is there anyone here who has heard of or, even better, is part of Fringe Division, or am I all by my lonesome? [ She offers a friendly, though perhaps a bit uncomfortable and stressed out around the edges, smile before she ends the feed. ]

andaway

[Kal-El seems to be posting from a cafe in the water sector, judging by his surroundings. A cafe that has seen better days. Kal's face makes it obvious he wasn't expecting the cafe to be in such a state when he got there, seeing all this go on without being able to help is really hitting him hard.]

Superman here. I'm aware the rationing is the hot topic nowadays but there isn't... much I can do about that. I will do my best to help out Roger's food bank and if anyone needs me to do so don't hesitate to contact me but for now you will have to forgive me for deviating from the topic.

This last month I have noticed a lot of foreigners that happened to have powers with them that were... not sure what to do with them at best, outright scared of them at worse. I want to help with that.

I am a super-powered being myself, we are called 'metahumans' in my world. I was thinking maybe there should be some kind of... way for us to meet, to talk about our problems. To train each other if our powers are similar, to help us out when it's needed. I'm not sure where I was going with this but that... well, that was my suggestion.

[A little shrug and a smile] I would like to hear people's opinion in it?

[Private to Evandau]

I was told you were in charge of the rationing?

histruename

[The feed starts off with the type-written name and address of a noodle bar in the Metal Sector. Then he switches to video, because this typing crap is just a pain in the ass. He's always preferred talking to people face-to-face, and this's the next best thing. So you guys get to look at his ugly red mug, which isn't much compared to a lot of the kedan. Though not many kedan go out of their way to look like a living caricature of Satan himself.]

Anyone still interested in joining the team, first bowl of noodles is on me.

[Post is here for anyone who wants to attend and mingle.]

If you don't know what I'm talking about, I've been trying to open an agency responsible for researching and helping people deal with problems related to the paranormal on the turtle. I've worked in the field for over fifty years and dealt with anything from ghosts to vampires and everything in between. If you have questions, need help, or want to volunteer, just let me know. Or you can just stop by the office upstairs from the bar at that address. I'm still in the process of getting things set up, but don't be afraid to drop in.

nolimitation

[ Olivia's looking down when the camera comes on, trying to find the right way to phrase this. When she finally looks up, it's with a thoughtful, worried expression, and she takes a deep breath before she speaks. ]

It's pretty obvious to me by now that having... abilities isn't exactly uncommon here. It is, where I'm from. I met a few people who did have... I guess you could say special powers, back home, and... Maybe it's just the circumstances those abilities came from, but to say the results were disastrous would be an understatement.

[ She glances away, pressing her lips together. Coming to the point isn't easy. If she were asking one person, that would be one thing, but she doesn't know who to go to, and letting everyone know just how clueless and confused she is right now... It's not her favorite thing in the world. ]

I was hoping someone with some experience with this sort of thing could tell me how you handle those abilities. How you control them. Something happened to me when the city was attacked, and... I don't want it to happen again. I don't want to risk hurting anyone.

the_other_eight

( [To the members of the welcoming committee// Stark Encryption] )

[When the video feed comes on Pepper can be seen writing in her notebook. She really wishes that she could have a personal computer that she wasn't worried was bugged. Still, paranoid people can't have everything they want. There's a steaming mug of coffee sitting next to her with fish on it. They're painted on and look as if they're swimming around the mug.]

Seeing as things have settled down I wanted to again extend an invitation to the populous to join the Welcoming Committee. We're here to ensure new arrivals are given the information they need and seek in a kind and friendly manner. If you're interested please inquire within.

Also, I'm looking for a psychiatrist. One who happens to specialize in brainwashing and post traumatic stress disorder. If there's a possibility that your services would be of assistance please contact Pepper Potts.

( [Private to Tony // No encryption] )

thewaythatiam

[ Astrid, meet the network. Network, meet Astrid. She is sitting at the console very straight and stiffly, and looks all but expressionless - except for how wide her eyes are and how she appears to be fidgeting with the fingers of one hand. When she speaks, her voice is very even, though, and not modulated much at all. ]

Hello.

[ there's a brief pause as she stares at the camera. When she starts talking again, her eyes dart away from the camera to look down and off to the side ]

I am Agent Astrid Farnsworth. I would appreciate it if someone would tell me if there is an Agent Charlie Francis, an Agent Lincoln Lee, or an Agent Olivia Dunham here. I report to them and I need further instruction about what I should be doing in this situation.

...Please.

[ her eyes flick back to the camera, then away, and she shuts the feed off ]

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?

neverleftharlan

[On comes the video. A handsome man in his early forties, wearing a Stetson, staring the screen down with the kind of suspicion typically reserved for interrogations.

And for about ten seconds that is all he does. When he speaks, it's with a thick Kentucky accent.]

I suppose, now I'm thinking about it, using this means of communication is an acknowledgement that this is in fact happening and I am not higher than a summer kite or having a trauma-induced hallucination of some kind. S'funny, I didn't figure myself as the type, but I suppose one never does.

I'm going to find a drink. Somewhere in this… [A pause that stretches long enough to indicate he's at a loss for words.] Extremely creative venture into the deep recesses of my apparently disturbed psyche. Because god knows if I'm in my head, there's got to be a puddle around here somewheres.

the_other_eight

[Pepper is sitting at her desk, arms crossed in front of her, datebook sitting open in front of her, and coffee sitting steaming and nearby. She looks very serious as she addresses the camera.]

Good afternoon, as some of you may know, my name is Pepper Potts. I've been doing some talking with several other ... transplants. Miss Carter informed me that there had been talk of a welcoming committee, but as of yet there has been no move to assemble such a party. As such I would like to take it upon myself to do so. This committee is entirely voluntary however. If you have no desire to join said committee then please don't comment here. If, however, you have a friendly demeanor and are good at explaining confusing and seemingly unbelievable situations to people who may or may not be confusing to you, please submit your interest to this message.

[She takes a moment to offer a soft smile to the camera before turning off the feed.]

cowled

Well, this is... embarrassing, if I do say so myself.

[He laughs a little, just to prove how completely embarrassed he is. Look. Do you see his embarrassment? Because it's totally there.]

Here it is, almost literally the eve of this masquerade and I find myself without a date. I hope none of you gentlemen mind me cutting in on you when the time comes.

[His tone is a little at odds with his expression, which is patently apologetic. His voice, however, is steeped in savoir-faire. Because what playboy wouldn't be happy to go stag amidst a party of beautiful women, I mean really.]

And on that note, I would officially like to extend my gratitude to Favrielle nó Eglantine for making this event a possibility in the first place, and for sharing this aspect of her culture with us. She's been a rock of our community for some months now, and she deserves every ounce of recognition her genius affords her.

( not!IC cut, various encryptions to people )

excessivehubris

[Charles had actually spent a bit of time investigating this whole ‘personal computer’ situation and while he’d been dubious at first, the more he’d read about the system, what it was capable of, he was delighted! Then he’d been distracted for a day or so in simply learning all he could about the technology.

However, the warning from the kedan who had rescued him still echoed in his head. He needed to find some sort of work, something he’d never actually had to seek out in his life. A small part of him wondered at the laugh Raven would have if she could see his predicament over having to ask about a job, the thought bringing sorrow to his eyes but a small smile to his lips as he reached to turn on the video feed.

The sorrow was quickly wiped away, replaced with his trademark friendly smile and earnest expression as the display snapped to life.]

Ah, excellent just like it said it would work.

Hello! [He offered with a practiced good cheer.] My name is Charles Xavier and I am what I suppose you would call a recent arrival to Tu Vishan and this city, Keeliai; do hope I pronounced those correctly.

Interesting name, Tu Vishan and I would be quite curious to hear what the others who have been brought here make of our situation? [He can’t help asking!]

But of more immediate concern, I’ve been told that I need to search out employment. I fear that for personal reasons anything to do with heavy lifting is out of the question but I was wondering if there were any libraries that might require assistance?

[Seemed a good way to combine the chance to learn more about this place with the necessary employment requirement; at least in the short term.]

nolimitation

This is probably going to seem like an odd question. It doesn't have anything to do with anything here as far as I know, I'm just trying to figure out some things that happened in my world before I came here. I'm getting memories back, in bits and pieces, which is at least a reassuring sign that I probably don't have any lasting brain damage, but they're still not making a lot of sense when I put them together. Maybe that's just a symptom of my life as a whole.

[ Why no, Olivia is not just thinking "out loud" at this point. Of course not. But she does have a point here:]

Nai enae kalitero anthropo apotum patera tu. Can anyone tell me what that means? Or what language it is? That's my best guess at the spelling, but it may be off - it's something someone said to me, and the person who's supposed to understand it isn't here, so...

If anyone can help me out, I'd really appreciate it.

[ OOC: For those of you with characters who speak (modern) Greek, the above phrase means "be a better man than your father". NO CONTEXT FOR YOU, because Olivia doesn't have much. ]

andaway

[Audio - Public]

[Clark (and not Superman this time, so no anonymous location) has had a busy time ever since they became able to reach Mainland so it's been a while since he's made a post. No video this time, he's still trying to avoid showing his face in a public post unless really needed.]

Uh, hi. Clark Kent here- I hope those of you who went to visit the mainland are alright? I've heard of how dangerous it could be over there.

[And felt it, but that's neither here not there.]

I actually want to ask about that. Haven't you wondered why are we able to visit the mainland without any kind of trouble? All the foreigners who're able to fly or swim have tried to leave, and they have always found some kind of invisible barrier that prevents them from going any further.

Somehow that barrier has now included this land... maybe we should try to figure out how it works? I'm not an expert by any means but I know there's talented magic users in this place.

The second question I have is way less important but I'd still like to know. The newspaper... well, it can't be written out because it'd present the obvious translation problems we've already discussed over the network. We have to read it out loud.

So I ask for volunteers to do that task. Would anyone be up for it?

[Audio - Private to Batfamily and associates]

I don't really like to state the obvious to you guys, but... a certain friend of mine has decided to pay us a visit.

He doesn't seem to be from my world but I still don't trust him. I'll be keeping an eye on him but be careful. For all we know this could even be his doing.

[No it couldn't but Lex and Kal are famous for blaming everything on each other, let's not break that beautiful tradition.]

tuskenlancer

[GOOD MORNING KEELIAI it's your friendly neighborhood disembodied voice on the network. Well, actually, maybe not all that friendly. She sounds just as uptight and defensive as ever, the voice modifier still on to disguise her real voice.]

Anyone who's not planning on exploring the mainland and has extra rations or supplies to spare. I'm willing to pay or barter. I'll give you a fair price.

[There's a slight pause, as if she's thinking, before she adds,]

Don't bother responding if you're just going to waste my time.

lunargoodness

[When the video comes on, Yue is looking quite baffled, and with good reason. Her hair is being combed, though she's not the one doing it. It seems like the haunting of Keeliai has found its way over to her suite, too.]

I'm just going to go ahead and assume that I'm not the only person this is happening to. [She glances behind her as a broom comes sweeping into the background of the video.] This has been happening since I woke up today. The, um. The hair-brushing was actually what woke me up at first.

One of them won't stop making tea, too. I've... lost track of how many cups they've made so far. [Seriously.] They're very helpful, though I'm wondering how long this is going to last. It's a bit odd knowing I can't go anywhere or do anything without something I can't see watching me or combing my hair. Or anything else. [The thought of using the bathroom is a very, very strange one right now. Do not want spirits watching that, thank you.]

But they've been very nice, and I don't want to be rude by telling them to go awa-- [She pauses and looks at something off-screen.]

What? No! Don't throw that out, it's still good! [And she's just going to get out of her seat to stop whatever it is. The comb stays behind, floating awkwardly for a moment before whatever is holding it decides to follow after Yue.

... The broom just keeps on sweeping.]

redjay

So is that it?

We're all just going to buckle down, paint our bio-luminescent picket fence and start over?

In case the novelty of being on a giant turtle is waning, let me remind you: this is not how your life is suppose to be. They took us away from it - our lives. And they did so without giving us all the details.

Whatever we had in our time, that is what's real. Not this bullshit.

daughterofelysium

I have a question.

Are there things you

wish you'd done when you were younger? Things you would do now, if you had the chance?

I'm

I want to make a list. But I'm not sure what to start with. I don't really

I'm not sure what

I'm curious.

sciencewhizard

[ The feed picks up to show our ginger-haired speedster in civilian clothes; this is his first time posting to the network, but he's gotten the gist of it from replying to other people. Behind him, if anything is really visible, people will see a few stray boxes, but otherwise the rest is empty. There are also a few pieces of visible damage courtesy of the recent storm; he had been rather absentminded and forgot to secure parts of his suite beforehand. Oh well, he'd get to fixing that eventually.

For right now, he was just staring at the screen like he was about to huff.

Quite frankly, this blows. ]

Getting this lab of mine together is taking longer than I thought, and it's not so much the equipment. [ Though that was taking a considerable chunk out of his wages from working the Fire Sector herbalist. ]

I don't know what's exactly what here. I have to calculate how things like air pressure might affect my experiments; whatever this place is, I need to make sure the physics are right. Then there's ingredients - all I know what to deal with is the few recipes my boss's trained me in.

Any other scientists out there having these issues?

Tu Shanshu

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