tushanshu | Entries tagged with † olivia dunham (alt)

[Costigan appears on screen, frowning but seemingly less anxious and restless than usual.]

I forgot almost everyone here I know for over two weeks. [A beat.] I remember now.

[He doesn't mention that it hurt both physically and emotionally when that happened, or how he might have intentionally overdosed himself if not for Abigail's presence.]

Anyone ever find anything out about that?

[97% encrypted to Arthur]
Thanks for helping.

[97% encrypted to Abigail]
Dinner tonight?

[97% encrypted to Olivia] - added later
How you holdin' up?

[97% encrypted to Evandau] - added later
Can we talk?

dunhaming

[ Olivia's got her standard smile on, but for people who know her, her voice and smile have a forced edge to them. Which makes sense given the opening of her post. ]

If anyone knew Lincoln Lee, he's not here anymore. If anyone has any unfinished business involving him, you can contact me.

[ She shifts a bit and looks down for a moment before bringing her head back up with a renewed smile and a touch more genuine enthusiasm. ]

That being said! The bakery is still going to open within the next few weeks. We've been working hard to get the building in shape and perfect our recipes, so I expect to see all of you there sooner or later. I'll make an announcement when we open for good. Like I said, should be soon baring, oh, an invasion of rabid zombie turkeys or whatever disaster is flavor of the week.

superieure

[ The feed opens, the background places this in a cafe, in the Fire Sector. Monet's seated, expression stoic, legs crossed, arms folded, staring at the camera with a critical eye. She's already attempted to leave, and been met by the full force of the barrier, so she is extra Not Amused. Her tone is calm, and imperious. ]

I wish to know how much of what they told us is a lie.

[ Since she couldn't actually rip it out of the kedan telepathically. Damnit. ]

Other than that, I require a guide to this city, someone well-versed in its politics, and history. [ Small pause. ] And a regular shopping companion. You will be well-compensated.

[ She lifts a hand, intending to turn off the camera, before a stray thought makes her mouth thin into a line. ]

Rictor, I can hear you whining. Get over here now.

[ aaaand click. ]

dow

Greetings. I am Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise, a Starfleet contingent of the United Federation of Planets. I understand that we are temporally isolated as well as spatially displaced and that this is not a subdivision of any one possible multiverse, neither a pocket dimension of any one universe, but a unique quantum singularity linking many and each possible variation thereof. If others here have scientific findings of this nature, I pre-emptively extend my gratitude in the event of any information being divulged.

[ AKA pls share ur theories. He's not human, in case anyone with eyes and ears missed the blatant memo staring them in the face, the approximation of what would happen were a dollop of raw science ~~and a great jawline~~ to get mixed with an elf in a blender. Spock pauses thoughtfully, glancing away, and a single slender brow arches when he looks back; there are likely a great deal of customs to be observed from numerous new species and races, none of which he seeks to offend. ]

It has been brought to my attention that this is not my first foray into Keeliai. While I would request that you exert a measure of patience with my ... freshly acquired outlook, you will find me amenable to revisiting former acquaintances. [ Again he hesitates, though this time it comes across as more of an amendment. If you've been hanging out with his BFF, prepare to explain why, how and to what end. ] Similarly, I wish to meet with any and all allies of Captain James T. Kirk at their earliest convenience.

All remaining Starfleet personnel are to submit a fully comprehensive report effective immediately regarding their time here. Audio will suffice, given the circumstances.

[ And off goes the feed. ]

detectus

[The feed flicks on to reveal a young girl in her mid teens with her lips pursued in an expression that can only be described as annoyance.]

So first things first. Shopping. I’m not going to jump ahead of myself and ask for the nearest Michael Kors but if I’m going to fight in a war I need more than one jacket and skirt. But I really don’t do the whole Eastern Kimono thing. Not figure flattering at all.. Another thing I don't do? Work in retail. There has to be jobs in turtle land that aren't retail. Anyone need a math tutor? I do graduate level calculus.

[She sighs and purses her lips even further, despite that seeming humanly impossible.]

Now has anyone been able to get a clear answer on whether you’re “living, dead, or dreaming”? Because I was in the middle of learning some rather important things about myself and being dead would sort of put a damper on my personal journey of learning I’m a banshee or something like that. It takes a bit of time to adjust, this really can’t be good for my mental health. What an irresponsible emperor if you ask me. Which, she didn't, of course.

[She wraps a tube of lipstick against the base of the console for a few seconds as if considering if she wants to ask the next question.]

Finally, excuse the non sequitur, but does anyone here happen to know any teenage boys by the names of Scott, Stiles, or Isaac? They're all sort of tall and on the verge of flop-haired. I tend to follow on the heels of their trouble and if they're the reason I'm here, I need to have a word. Tell them Lydia is looking for them.

[With that she cuts the feed.]

grayatonement

[Sylar flicks on the video, looking bored.]

I'm no hero, but I can believe in a greater cause. [When it suits.] So tell me, who's in charge, organizing? Someone must be gathering people to fight.

And I wonder.. Is there anyone else here who can't be killed?

imaginate

[ Very blankly stated: ]

The Corps is moving its headquarters to WA-1A until further notice. [ a quiet, sharp inhale. It’s taking a lot of will just to remain calm, to say until I disappear too, more like. ] There are currently three active Lanterns in Keeliai and you can contact us there. We’re holding our usual community activities with the locals as per normal, so, if anyone needs a temporary room, or wants to join in, that’s still available.

Please direct your inquiries about the clinic to Mrs. Bianca Reyes.

[ Brief, but highly irritated, tapping on the desk. ]

And if nobody’s heard from them, I guess we have to add Terrence Ward and Rose Tyler to Mr. Wayne’s list.

[ A long pause, and considerably more resigned: ]

Also... after last week, to anyone whose house is now considerably more colourful... I apologise for the graffiti. If you’d prefer it was removed, I’ll do so.

[65% ENCRYPTED | PRIVATE TO: 616 TONY STARK, BACKDOOR FOR DAMIAN WAYNE]

Hi Mr. Sta— Tony. [ Awkward pause. ] Have you got a moment?

dunhaming

[ Olivia is older, but obviously still Olivia. Unlike everyone else who has been popping up on the network, she doesn't seem upset. In fact, she's pretty cheerful! ]

I'm not sure why you're all upset, this really isn't so bad. I can't be the only person who thinks this is hilarious, who else is with me?

relatable

[After trying to process things for days, she's finally willing to poke herself about again. She's been mostly alone in her rooms.]

If this place is all you have, what would you do? If home isn't an option any more, what things would you want to do here?

If nothing matters... [She's tense, sounding depressed.]

I guess I should make a list of things I've never done and do them. I just don't know where to start. Or do all the things I like to do. Me and my mom used to go hiking, but I guess I can't really do that here.

[She just sort of fades off before shutting the feed off.]

coneofsilence

[[ ooc; blue is for Lincoln, red is for Liv! ]]

[ Lincoln's reached over with one hand to turn the console on in the bakery that Astrid had owned on, while he's mid-sentence into shouting to the other side of the room, head still turned. ]

--Isn't the first rule they always tell you in grade school science classes that you don't eat in the lab? So you don't accidentally ingest cyanide or something?

[ A pause, and he mutters lowly. ] Christ, we're gonna have so many lawsuits. [ That's a super good way to advertise a business, Lincoln, good job. He opens his mouth to speak directly to the network, but is interrupted by a loud bark, expression dropping to a deadpan as he reaches down to pick up what looks like a blueberry muffin, shakes at something lower than the camera, and then lobs it across the room. You might see the bouncing tail of a golden retriever chasing after it in the background. ]

We know we can’t be the only ones here interested in looking into all of this on a scientific level. Has anyone done that already? Or, more so, has--

( cut for length )

grayatonement

[Sylar turns on the console. Before the screen is a man who looks nothing like Sylar himself. Instead, he sits in a full suit with horn-rimmed glasses adorning his very Jack Coleman-like appearance. When he addresses the camera, it's confident, professional, and direct.]

My name is Noah Bennet. I'm an Agent in a very specialized division of Homeland Security within the United States Government.

If anyone here knows anything about.. potentially extraordinary individuals, or works with the U.S. government, I'd like to speak to you.

Thank you.

littlemother

[ Porenn isn’t at all familiar with this kind of technology at all -- they’ve nothing like it back in her world -- but after a succinct explanation courtesy of the kedan and a bit of fiddling with it, she rather thinks she’s got the hang of it. Staring back at the terminal screen is a tiny, bright-eyed blonde woman in her thirties, dressed all in mourning black, with a curious light in her eyes. ]

My goodness -- well, isn’t this interesting? The kedan say it’s not sorcery, but unfortunately, they neglected to explain how it works, exactly -- only how to use it.

[ A wry smile. She’d very much like to see how it’s put together. ]

At any rate, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Porenn, and I’ve only just arrived here to this...rather charming place. My quarters are in the Earth Sector -- I don’t suppose any of you who’ve been here longer would mind showing me the neighborhood, so to speak? Oh, I’m sure I could explore the city on my own, but it would be nice to have some company.

[ She doesn’t mention where she’s from, or more importantly, that she’s royalty. It’s not as if anyone here really needs to know, and that sort of thing might only hinder her in the future. She speaks with a smile on her face, but her fingers are doing something else entirely: to most it may only look like she’s gesturing as she speaks, but she’s actually leaving a secret message for anyone who might be able to detect it: If you can read this, contact me immediately. And let’s keep things discreet, shall we? ]

khan_artist

[When the video feed starts, there's nothing but the side of a black chair, the man sitting in it was looking away from the monitor in thought. The background was obviously a suite in the Fire Sector, if the elegant design and the lit yellow and red hanging lanterns were anything to go by. As the man looked out the window behind him, he finally spoke.]

If any foreigners have new information regarding those that reside in the palace, I urge you to contact me as soon as possible. It’s become quite apparent that the Emperor is rather selective with whom she shares information with.

[That deep, penetrating voice was one of idle interest, which may have been because he seemed distracted. Finally, the chair turned from whatever had his attention. The man was sitting straight and he gave a guileful look down to the camera, straight at the viewers.]

It has also come to my attention that I am not the only one from my "world" as it were. Some of you may have seen others wearing similar clothing to mine. [Blue eyes with green flecks glanced downward at the Starfleet symbol on his black, long-sleeve shirt.] I’ll spare you the details of my "home". You may call me: Khan. [There was a dark purr of satisfaction on the last word. Having free reign to use his actual name for the first time in over year was incredibly satisfying.]

Many have called for unity amongst us "foreigners" and I am ready to do what must be done so we not only get the answers we want, but also to eliminate this menace we were summoned to fight. My combat and strategic knowledge are available for any effective measures against this essence known as Malicant.

[If he’s fully aware of what saying that name means, the only give away would be his eyes becoming lidded as he raised his eyebrows upon uttering the name.]

There is also the abundance of foreigners with powers and abilities above and beyond the limits of baseline individuals. If a list has been made of these beings and their known capabilities, I request a copy if possible.

[A beat filled with an almost imperceptible squint.]

Thank you for your time, that is all.

[95% Encryption; Pepper Potts]

I believe Stark Industries is the leading force in technological advancement in Keeliai. Ms. Potts, I would like a tour of your facilities and a description for each of the positions you have available; and the ones that are not. I believe you'll find my extensive knowledge of technology to be an asset. Even to the considerable pool of intellect currently in your employ.

[100% Starfleet Encryption; Jim Kirk, Spock.]

Contact me as soon as possible. Whether it is over the network or in person does not matter to me.

[He leaned forward in his chair]

I imagine we both have questions that need answers.

violetsedanchair

[A greying man in his 60s appears on the screen. He looks haggard and just a bit desperate.]

I am Walter Bishop. If anyone hearing this recognizes that name, or has heard of Massive Dynamic, please contact me. I theorize that we are... stranded, in a kind of pocket universe centered on this giant turtle, and I believe... [his face brightens up as he launches into his plan] that if I were able to synthetize some Cortexiphan with the assorted chemicals available here, I mean it's not a big deal at all to isolate some of the base components from some garden variety medication... if we can find a weak spot in the membrane between the universes... then perhaps with enough people from the same parallel universe we can breach the membrane and return to our own! It's all a matter of resonance and frequency, you see. "The music of the spheres," Belly would say!

[His expression falters, understanding how even accomplishing any one thing of these would be a small miracle in itself.]

You can contact me through this device, and my address is... [He looks at a piece of paper in his hand.] ME-1C.

Also, if anyone knows where I could get some blueberry pancakes, that would be wonderful.

[Perhaps he will start from the smallest miracle and work his way up.]

lostundercover

[Costigan is in his own suite. He looks wary, as if he hasn't slept well for days. Someone paying a lot of attention might notice some scabs on his knuckles, his hands gesturing as he speaks. He looks about the same as he usually does otherwise, his voice a familiar mix of nonchalance and discomfort simultaneously.]

What Banner said is true. I'm out now and I'm fine. It's fine.

[97% encryption to: Bruce Banner]
Up for some fresh air?

[97% encryption to: Kyle Rayner]
I know it's been awhile, but I also know you're generally honest. You trust Soranik?

[97% encryption to: Alt!Lincoln]
The only people with powers I trust are Kyle Rayner and Bruce Banner. I told you Superman's a dick. Sabriel's offering to teach magic to those who want to learn. Namorita Prentiss isn't human and I don't trust her given her particular history. That's all.

[97% encryption to: Evandau]
Thank you.

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. ]

coneofsilence

I'm taking it all the superhero powers are back and you're all... super again?

[ This part a little muttered, but look, Clark, the cape doesn't really have the same effect when you're just walking down the street. ] And not looking sort of asylum-escapee-chic in bright colored capes? Assuming the flying and wind offsets that well. I wouldn't know, they don't issue capes in Fringe Division, at least not to field agents.

[ Have to ask Broyles about that later. ahem, moving on ]

I've been completely blasted with fire by someone with superhuman powers before, so give me the benefit of the doubt in not trying to be an asshole, but, I'm still working on convincing myself you're not all crazy. The rock man wanting to watch terrible daytime investigation TV was a good shove in the right direction. [ Santo bless u but detective work is nothing like Law & Order :| ] Not that his name is 'rock man' because that's probably... not politically correct. I just didn't catch a name. Sorry. [ awk. ] By the way, NCIS is better. Gibbs is dreamy.

Point being, I could use a favor from one of you. There's a place I want to get into and I might have some issues with... doing that. [ Aka, he wants to get into the sewers, but apparently it's not just a lock thing. It's a... covered up by the shell thing. ] If you think you'd be interested, private message me and we can talk out compensation or favor owing, etcetra.

Thanks.

Sent private; 100% encryption to Kyle Rayner & Costigan separately

Calling in a favor. What all do you know about the powered people here? Good intentioned, bad intentioned, morally gray? Do you know which ones can be trusted?

end private

[ wait, he forgot something ]

While I'm here... does anyone know how to bake bread?

dunhaming

[ The feed pops on to show a redhead with a smile on her face as if she's not really sure why she's playing along with people on drugs or something, but is doing it anyway. Sort of amused and wtf at the same time. ]

This is really cute. Sort of like giant Disney World. [ Her smile widens a bit like she's enjoying her own joke. ]

So. The "in between of life, dreaming, and death," is it? Really hope I'm in the life part, death isn't really my thing and I was in the middle of doing something so I hope I'm not dreaming. Do we get a ticket or something here? "Welcome to the In Between, guest number seventy-five! You're part of the Alive Group, have a great stay." [ Clearly joking; funny voice, air quotes, and all. And a tiny bit of an eye roll. She obviously thinks this is ridiculous. ]

I'm Fringe Agent Olivia Dunham so I'm not completely... unfamiliar with this sort of thing. If you don't have Fringe Division here, or don't know you do, we deal with events which are out of the ordinary. I'd say this counts. Of course I don't have a solution for this particular problem, but at least I'm not going to fly into hysterics. [ Actually, the thought of her in hysterics is funny. Olivia gives a small snort of laughter and seems to be about to end her feed when a thought comes up and she visibly straightens and lights up with the question. ]

If this is an alternate universe, do you have coffee? I'll drink almost anything, but I have a Starbucks rewards card.

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