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[Stiles is much, much happier than the last time he made a network post. He's also in a considerably different location. He's not in his suite in the Earth sector. In fact, for those who pay attention to these sorts of things, they'll note that he's calling it in from Derek's network ID. Welp.]

Ladies and gentlemen of Keelai, I have a very important announcement to make. Today, April the eighth, marks a momentous occasion in history. A day to be spoken of in legend and myth and song, when the stars and planets align, and rainbows and puppies spontaneously appear.

I am eighteen.

You are looking at an official man, everybody. It is my birthday, hosanna hosanna, hallelujah and so on.

Since Amazon gift registries aren't a thing here, I'll be happy to provide a written list of acceptable tributes and gifts, form an orderly line if you please, no shoving.

jondrette

[So, it's April. Eponine has sobered up somewhat, gotten her wits about her, and realized she needed to actually go see Marius Pontmercy. And explain. And apologize for being a fool and asking him to kill her, for begging him to love her. It took what courage the girl had left for her to walk over to his suite, and when she knocked, the door swung inward revealing what she feared most. What he said he would not do.

An empty apartment.

You know how Eponine spent most of March on a bender?

She's... about to start it again.

When she finally appears in front of the camera this time, she has dark circles under her eyes, her skin sallow. She's nearly as skinny as she was when she first arrived, and there's a bottle of whiskey in her fist.

She speaks simply, without light in her eyes.]

Marius Pontmercy has gone home.

He has returned home where none of us shall be living, to perhaps June 7th, 1832. He will return to his beloved Cosette Fauchelevent. They shall be married.

[She takes a pull from the bottle.]

And he shall forget all about us.

About me.

[She closes the network connection.]

parallels

[Clara's badly bruised face appears on the network. There's a nasty cut on her forehead and her left arm is wrapped and bandaged in a cast. She does her best to sound upbeat, but like everyone else, the events in the bottle are weighing heavily on her, both mentally and physically.]

So. Not going to talk about the bottle. Getting into something deep and philosophical here. Very serious. Very important.

[She tries to crack a grin but it comes off like a bit of a wince.]

We all know that time is stopped back home once we arrive on the Turtle, right? So even though we're gone, no one is missing us and we're not missing anything.

Except it does feel a bit like I'm missing everything, sometimes. Time is paused back home, but it's still passing for us here, the sun rises, months go by, the seasons change. Days pass and those days, back home, would have been a birthday or an anniversary or a holiday. Important traditions that I'm cut off from. Can't imagine I'm the only one feeling that way.

But I think I've found something that might make it better.

[She reaches down and pulls out what look like funny little hot air balloons made out of paper. There are more in the background of various colors]

A kedan shop owner showed these to me. They're called sky lanterns and they're like little hot air balloons. You light the candle and they fly in the air. He sold me a few and taught me how to make them myself so I can make them in all sorts of colors. He said you can write messages on them before you send them off in the sky. Messages to people you're missing. Or write down your worries and let them float away.

Thought it might be nice to get some of those things off our chests, reach out to people back at home or those who've left here. If you'd like to learn how to make them, I can teach you. It's surprisingly simple once you get the hang of it. Or if you don't fancy yourself crafty with paper, I can tell you the name of the shop. Then we could set a date to let them go at the edge of the turtle.

[She shrugs.]

I've been enjoying the distraction and I wouldn't mind some company to wallow in the homesickness with.

((ooc; I am so sorry for the delay everyone. I've been really sick and dealing with RL issues.))

mightythinice

[Ellie clicks on the console. While those who don't know her might think she looks like a normal 14 year old, those that do know her can tell she's trying to distract herself.

She rubs her nose as she ponders how to start this, before thinking that maybe she should even just cut the feed off. But, hell, she made it this far.

Her arm is bandaged up in a rough sling-- something she did herself.]

Sooo... I guess we can talk about what the fuck just happened, or we can talk about something better. Like, okay, I've had some of the kedan read to me?

Guys, guys. Their stories are fucking hilarious. I'm not even sure how someone gets engaged 12 times on accident, but there's a story for that.

And there's a story about the guy who had a huge case of mistaken identity, and owed a stupid amount of debt because someone pretended to be him when gambling.

... And a huge amount of these end up being romance stories.

Don't even fucking ask me.

[she shrugs and offers a little grin]

I asked if there was any stuff about someone pissing off a monster, or going to outer space, but nope. Nothing. Nada.

How fucking weird is that?

pikes

[ This is Pike's first post on the network, but he didn't think it was going to be for this reason. ]

For those who know him, Commander Spock is gone [ again, apparently ], has been since this morning. He's left most of his possessions with Jim Kirk. Should anyone have any questions about or claims to them, you're free to contact me.

[ Since he's pretty damn sure Jim wouldn't want to talk to anyone about this just yet, anyway. ]

My name is Christopher Pike.

[ It's short and simple, but he doesn't think that Spock will have it any other way, anyway. The most important bit has been said and done, after all. ]

( private | starfleet. )

( private | clara oswald, jack frost, eridan ampora. )

jirk

[Just another day in the life of Jim Kirk. He has a cup of coffee off to one side, and he's dressed in his command golds. He's not big on the network, but hey. Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty.]

Bryn Zethir is gone. She left me in charge of the Brazen Turtle, so if her employees could touch base with me so we can work out where to go from here, that'd be appreciated. Everybody else, first drink's on the house.

[A slight pause, and then he wets his lips.]

And for those of you that knew her, The Archive has returned home as well.

[That seems more like a footnote, tacked on in as casual a way as possible, but anyone who knows him knows the deflection's just an act.]

inhisherosimage

[Maybe he's being overly cautious, but Tim isn't entirely sure if he's still in the Unternet and thus the city is just some trick, and so he chooses to make his first entry on the cities network text only. His decision is further bolstered by the uniform stowed away - the uniform further complicating the location decision. If he wasn't in the Unternet, then logically he shouldn't have that uniform. Still, Tim knows at least how find if he has any allies in this unknown city - virtual world or not.]

Well. That was a pretty rude awakening. I'm not used to waking in the tub surrounded by strangers. I mean, sure the tour of the city was different and the welcome pamphlet is a nice touch. But I'm not a huge fan of waking up in some fantasy movie and being told I'm going to fight some big bad evil. I'm not really the hero type. Heck, I haven't even had my morning coffee. Oh! Name's Todd Richards. Don't suppose anyone here has heard of Star City? Or knows where to get that coffee? [That should pique the interest of anyone familiar with his dimension. And the name should alert any close allies...]

beunbroken

[Elizabeth is not in the suite she was last seen at. Nor is she nearly as happy looking. Oh, no, the young woman that appears on the screen right now is extremely cross, her bright blue eyes ringed with red and dark circles. Her mouth is set in a fine line and her jaw tight.]

Do not trust Booker DeWitt. He's a liar and a thug.

Don't make the same mistake I did.

[Without any further explanation, she cuts the feed.]

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[major spoilers likely for bioshock infinite in the comments, if you're worried about that sort of thing]

dow

Recently, I bought a personal item from one of the auctions in Markutte. In light of recent network posts of a festive Terran nature and having been exposed to Christmas before with far more ceremony, purely out of deference for a family member, I am aware that giving is very much in the spirit of the season. As purchasing gifts for a wide range of individuals would be a waste of resources and time which I must covet for my scientific studies, I am instead inclined to use the instrument in my possession.

It is a Vulcan harp.

[ Instruments, literal instrument ... Get it? ~~Whatever, his attempts at humor are golden.~~ Straight-faced, Spock leans back in his chair and settles it against his right shoulder, beginning to play. His left hand is bandaged, but he pays it no mind; after the post, green blood will have bitten through and the wraps will need changing.

Firstly, Brahms Intermezzo is played to invest people in the music he studied intently during his recreational time as a child. Shortly after that lulls to a close, you might think this stuffy Vulcan has nothing more interesting to offer but, son, you would be wrong. Music is mathematics, after all, and Spock adjusts the knobs on the instrument to alter the octaves and sounds to more of a guitar-quality. That's when he delves into an improvised piece still kicking around his memory, composed long before he set foot on the Enterprise. His final performance is a gentle carol he is very familiar with, for his own personal reasons, and he doesn't rush it into the previous natural rhythm in the slightest, almost playing for someone ... who has expressed their preferences on the matter before. (Perhaps the family member he mentioned at the start, for attentive listeners.)

The song is Silent Night. ]

( OOC: Vulcan harps/lyres are ridiculous, but these are the sound ranges, for reference. )

washitaway

[Booker's looking a little awkward today - probably because instead of questions or demands, he's just got...well, maybe an announcement to make? Either way, he's just more aware of the fact that this network thing is a pretty public platform and Booker DeWitt? Is no public speaker.

So he clears his throat.]

So, uh. Some of you've been saying you're in need of food? And we've got an abundance of it here. Elizabeth's doing her best to feed me up, I guess, and I can't eat all of it myself. I'm out and about making deliveries most every day as it is, I can always bring some leftovers around with me too.

[He scratches the back of his neck, then glances off to the side and holds up a bright red knitted scarf.]

We may have a number of these, soon, too. [His look is rather confused, like 'is this normal?' Or possibly, 'help me!' And then he turns the feed off.]

asouthron

[ ENCRYPTED 20% to FLEET BROS and CLOSE CR ]

Alright, well, since I have my own juulan now, we're doin' Thanksgiving. So what do y'all want? Obviously, it won't be the same--It can't be, but I'll do my damn best to make it worthwhile. [ And make his Georgian mama proud. ]

So, the sooner you tell me, the sooner I can prepare. Don't make me hafta wait 'til the last second to put this together! If you forget, it ain't gonna be there. Remember that!

And don't bother requestin' drinks. I've got that side of things covered.

McCoy out.

((ooc: You are more than welcome to hack his pathetically encrypted message. He's a doctor, not an IT guy! ))

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. ]

mightythinice

[when it clicks on, have a face full of dirty red headed kid. She looks absolutely delighted by the fact that the console works, and her words seal the deal]

Holy shit, this thing really works?! This is so fucking cool! So, I turned this on and everyone else can hear me, right? This thing’s like a mass phone call or… Oh, wait. Is this what it was like being on TV?

[she pulls out a book from her backpack]

Well, I’m reading a book about anti- gravity… It’s impossible to put down. Pfff. Okay, okay, I won’t read my good ol’ pun book to everyone, but if you ever need a joke, let me know.

Also, I’m looking for someone. His name’s Joel, he’s kind of older, brown hair, talks with a pretty thick Texas accent.

And if anyone knows where I can find a bunch of books in English, that’d be awesome. Last place I went to, they were all in this fucking weird script! No good if you wanna actually read something, you know?

ironwood

[Eshai looks, for lack of a better word, like hell. She's been holed up in her palace, but oh, she has not been idle, and the dark bruises beneath her eyes tell a story of sleepless nights and candles burnt at both ends. Her elbows are braced on the desk, and the style of her clothing is very much severe and lacking in ornamentation, her sleeves are rolled to her biceps.

She gives the camera a glare, and then reaches up to tuck a wisp of graying hair behind one ear.]

I've expanded and strengthened the barrier. I don't yet have the exact dimensions, so if anyone who can fly or swim would like to do some exploring for me, I would consider it very much a-- [her mouth ticks into a firm, unhappy frown] -- personal favour. It should extend down to the ocean floor, and upwards nearly to the mesosphere. Outward directions are where I lack the most data, but any measurements are helpful.

I will not mince words. Our enemy has gained a foothold in Keeliai. It's my hope that this will keep it at bay a while longer. Additionally, this will allow us greater access to the mainland areas we come in contact with. Asti, [Her expression shows her displeasure at the populace now knowing and freely using that name.] is headed for colder waters, but with the increased scope of the barrier, we'll be seeing land more often. Those of you who can fly, or design mechanical boats or flying crafts, you should be on the lookout for any opportunities. With the creature freed, and wreaking havoc among the realm of Life, you can expect to see war and destruction wherever we make contact with the outside. Be prepared for it.

[Someone off screen hands her a cup of something that steams faintly, she takes it with a nod of thanks, but does not drink.]

As I'm certain some of you've been whispering about in dark corners, no. You are not the first group of individuals I've brought to Keeliai. The kedan were the first, that was centuries ago. There have been other sets of heroes. The last time was when Sinbrilee sank, and I thought...

[Her brow creases. She takes a drink, now, of that steaming beverage.]

Perhaps the enemy was defeated at that time. Eighteen months ago, I was proven incorrect. You may not be here because you want to be or would otherwise choose to be, but the enemy will not stop with Konryu. It has tarried here, because the life energy provided by the Great Turtles satiates it like nothing ever has. It wants Asti, but once it's killed him, it will move on to other worlds. Across the fabric of space and time, it will come to where each of you live in turn. It may be centuries before you're born, or millennia after you've died, but it will come. You want to know why you're here? That's why. We are making a stand. I have done my best to keep you safe, but believe me when I say your lives are insignificant compared to Asti's, and if what it takes to stop our enemy is the blood sacrifice of each and every one of you, I will do it unflinching.

But if you survive, by some miracle, I have put certain... failsafes in place, that will send each of you home. This assumes that I do not survive the coming battle. Should I, I will return each of you to your homeworlds personally. You have my word. If we all die, well. It renders the consideration moot. Bodies are in rather short supply after the destruction of our cloning facilities, so to those of you assuming recklessness is the answer, consider this. When you die here, it falls to me to anchor your soul and bring you back. And there are those among you that have done little to endear yourselves to me. Sell your lives dearly if you must, but do not be fools.

And for the love of turtles, if any of you so much as think to ask me the same useless million questions because you cannot think to collaborate or share your knowledge, I will keelhaul those responsible. I trust we understand one another.

[IC ADDENDUM]

I was reminded, the barriers will now glow the nearer you get to them. It benefits all of us if no one manages to drown. The colour will be different for everyone, so be on the lookout for it.

[ooc note: The barrier is now roughly fifty miles out horizontally, so feel free to ICly shuck that knowledge around]

unfettered

[Another unfamiliar face pops up on Keeliai's network, one that might look slightly familiar in that it's Erica Reyes. The hair may be all different, but apparently even as a guy she hasn't forgotten to apply eyeliner before hopping onto the console in her own suite.]

So hey, this is Erica, yet another person seeing what it's like on the other side of the gender spectrum. Have to say, I look pretty good as a guy though, so it's not a complete hardship.

[Giving the camera a cocksure grin, she leans an elbow on the console. She may not look quite like herself, especially with the lack of breasts that would have certainly shown with her open shirt, but she definitely hasn't lost any of her mannerisms.]

Anyone feel like going out and doing something? Have half the turtle to explore still and I could use something to eat.

[She is a teenage boy which apparently means that she eats like, three times as much as she normally does. And honestly, she's enjoying seeing what it's like on the flipside. She might even flirt with some girls or a guy or two, see how the experience differs.]

jondrette

-backdated to this morning-

[Eponine has always been a small girl, and that is very much evident now when she's managed to reach an even smaller size. With her big brown eyes, Eponine looks the picture of innocence that she most certainly is not.] I do not know what has happened. I have gone back to the size I was back in Montfermeil!

I don't like it. [She crosses her arms, and it seriously is pretty adorable.]

I believe that makes me seven at the oldest. At least I was not starving then.

How did this happen, and more importantly, how is it that we can reverse it?

jondrette

[It has almost been a month, and already Eponine looks far better than she had when she made her first appearance on the Network. Gone are her bloody rags, replaced by clothing that, while perhaps not her preferred style, actually fit her small frame and kept her covered. There's a light in her eyes that hasn't been there before.]

I had been wandering about the other night, keeping to myself- an old habit that I cannot drop, I do love to venture out at night, to see what there is, to experience a world that no one else sees because they are asleep- and I had a thought.

I have been here near a month. A month since I could feel my life leave my body. Such a long time! But already- already here I have been happier than I can recall in nine years! Only one other time can eclipse this!

Here, I have a home, clothing, a bed. There is food and I am warm. I have my beautiful brother- and mark me, I shall not leave him again, I have promised him and I will not go back on this promise. Not again- and I have friends.

I do not suppose I have ever had a true friend until I came here.

Death is by far one of the more grand things that has ever happened to me! To think-- no. I shall tell you, if you are listening, that I am happy here. Happier than I have ever deserved!

[She pauses for a moment, looking off to the side of the screen, and frowning.] Perhaps Enjolras is right. It is stupid to do these things so late at night. Forgive me. I have made a fool of myself yet again.

brain_behind_purple

[Well... this had not been a great day for Donatello so far. He was used to strange things happening in his life after is many crazy things, but being sent into some other dimension was NOT something that he had been planning. Finding out that he was basically stuck in this world that he was being told was some kind of afterlife didn't help his growing bad mood and worry either, not to mention that he had yet to see nay of his family... if they were even here at all.

Now that he had been placed in his room, he had time to think. He certainly wanted to get more info about this place, to see if there was anything else that eh should know that he hadn't been told of already. But he wasn't going to go out in person to find out either, he would only freak people out with his appearance. So the next best thing to do would be to send a text message and hope that someone would respond so that he could figure things out.

It was his best shot.]

Umm... hi. Sorry if this is interrupting anything, but I just arrived here and I was hoping that someone may be able to help me. I just want to know a little more about this place, such as if anything really big happened that I may need to know about, and if there is even a slight possibility that there is a way out.

Also, I'm... looking for a few others. So if anyone can give me any information on these individuals, I would really appreciate it. Thank you for your time.

[That would have to do. He sent the message, hoping that someone would see it... that if his brothers were here, they would see it.]

eye_of_isis

[Sadie, if you know her, actually looks a little distressed.

She's mostly annoyed, though]

Right. So. That--and you all know exactly what I'm talking about, don't pretend you don't--but that? That whole incident? That is why you don't say the name of things you don't want showing up at your doorstep. Words have power. Names have a lot of power, and true names? True names can be used to kill. Whoever called that Thing--thanks a lot! If anyone needs me, I've got some potions to prepare before going to see if that Thing is actually in the city or if it was just projecting itself psychically.

[As she cuts it, you can hear her grumbling about "stupid mortals" and "honestly, don't you people watch television or read?"]

ironwood

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