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[ there is a scrawny, shaggy-haired teen on the screen. he does not look particularly impressed to be on the screen. his hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket and one might wonder if that slight frown is a permanent fixture of his face. ]

What happens to the dead here?

[ out of everything, it's his most pressing question about this place. sure he's had it up to here with being unwillingly trapped anywhere, he's down a 40 ft statue, and there's a million other questions rapidly milling about in his head, but the most concerning thing right now is that lack of a certain presence — one that's almost become a staple in his life. try as he might, he can't seem to sense the underworld, which being a son of hades, is reason enough to worry. (plus there's a distinct lack in his ability to just shadow travel out of here, which he suspects might tie into the whole thing).

making a post hadn't been his first option, but since finding his suite hadn't exactly brought any new information, he'd turned to the console as a resort. ]

I need someone who can answer other questions too. Real answers. [ none of that half-answered, roundabout, dodging of the kedan. preferably the same person who brought him here, but he'll wait to see if that's going to happen as easily as he hopes. ]

agentx13

As some of you may know, I was hired to find the person responsible for multiple killings in September, along with an attempted homicide. That person has now killed the Emperor. [ There's a flash of something like remorse, but it only lasts a second before her jaw tightens. There's no time to feel guilty for not catching the person sooner. She has to stop him now, before he kills again. ]

I have a list of suspects. I've narrowed it down significantly. If you were one of the people I talked to about it, please see me immediately.

( Private messages for Mako, Tarrlok, Gaius Septimus, Dorian Gray, Lord Harry Wotton, Arthur Curry, Damian Wayne, Bart Allen, Jason Todd, Hal Jordan, other Hal Jordan, Billy Costigan, Rory Williams, Clara Oswald, Hannibal Lecter, Invincible, Bossuet, Combeferre, Javert, Jean Prouvaire, Marius Pontmercy, Julio Richter, Scarlet Spider, Santo Vaccarro, Scott Lang, Victor Barkowski, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, the other Tony Stark, Hayley Stark, Percy Jackson, Zelgadis Graywords, Jax Teller, Jim Kirk, Balthazar, Isaac Lahey, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, Cecil Gershwin Paler )

( Private message to Barry Allen )

kelpful

[Unsurprisingly, Percy and Annabeth are together - it’s likely no one’s seen them apart from each other for the last month or so. He has his arm curled around her waist, holding her tightly to him.

They look absolutely shattered. If exhaustion had a definition, this would be it. But there’s something settled about the, especially Percy. He no longer looks like he’s going to rip somebody’s head off, even if he does seem like he’s on the verge of falling asleep]

We made it. [His voice is hoarse, like he’s been yelling, or crying, or maybe both.] Both of us, we made it through, the whole freaking way. It was - it wasn’t - we’re okay. That’s the main part.

[Though Annabeth’s slumped into and against him, the way she’s holding him, too, is just as tight and supporting. She laughs a little after he speaks, but the sound is just as hoarse, her voice the same way.] Probably worth mentioning we shut the Doors, too. [A beat.] With Hazel, but - you know, on our side. [Something dark flashes in her face, but it’s gone, replaced once more by a relieved sort of exhaustion.] And don’t raise the alarm if we’re gone for a week.

A week and three days, for some of us. [That same darkness shades his expression, but it disappears as he smiles down at Annabeth] This is gonna make like, no sense to most of them.

[She glances up, with a bit of a look.] I really don’t care at this point.

[And then she reaches out to turn off the feed, cutting right into and silencing the sounds of Percy’s tired laughter.]

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.

ancillary

[ A woman in white was reclined out across one cherrywood legless chairs that came standard with the more ornate Fire sector suite decor. Despite being in a state of repose she still managed to radiate with a severe, cagey quality to her character. ]

I'll let the rest of you go over our shared displacement ad nauseam until anything useful comes of it. Right now I need anyone good with a computer [ Jarring to her elegant appearance the woman loudly cracks her shoulders and she stretched them to an uncomfortable angle to work out a painful kink in her joints. ] -or a brain surgeon. After I threw those poor kedan off the cart that brought me here.

[ She clicks her tongue as if realizing that sounded unsavory. ]

They're unharmed, but I think I overtaxed myself in the confusion.

excessivehubris

[It's been awhile since Charles has last spoken to pretty much anyone but he had a fairly good reason for his radio silence.

That reason being the psychic hangover from hell. It had caused him more complications than he'd originally expected up to and including his own powers sliding in and out of his control for a brief period. Not a situation he was inclined to admit to anyone else, even Ororo but unsettling enough that he'd kept to himself until he was certain he had full control over his facilities.

However, he is here today with a brief public service announcement.]

Ah, yes, so then small matter than some of you may have already been aware of but if not I feel it important to impart, none the less, that attempting to make direct mental contact with Tu Vishan should be avoided.

[There was a pause, a wince and then he muttered softly.]

Definitely, avoided at all costs. Not only is it depressingly unhelpful, it is particularly painful as well.

[Not that anyone else might have had the brilliant idea of attempting such a ~~foolhardy~~ unwise thing but what is the point of making a spectacular mistake if you weren't willing to share the results of your folly with the rest of the class.]

enticingly

[There’s a handsome young man sitting in front of the console in a really tight t-shirt that shows off pretty much every muscle in his chest. For the moment, his eyes are a dark blue, and there’s a brooding look on his face. When he crosses his arms over his chest, people can see the leather gloves he’s wearing.

Jonah hasn't really wanted to use this thing, but he can recognize the advantage of being able to talk to people without actually being around them.] I have a couple of questions. First, is there a dry cleaners around here, or does anyone know how to get blood out of denim? Second, gloves. Where is the best place I can get a few pairs? Third, I’m in search of a sword. Any will do at the moment.

[His jaw clenches for a second, shoulders tense.] Another thing. If the words ‘Anchorage’, ‘savant’, or ‘weirstones’ means anything to you, let me 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]

iguanasolution

[Frank had set a deadline for himself to ask something to the network. And that was today.

Today. And if there was something he didn't do was to break a promise, even to himself. But he wasn't going to do a video post and give people more reasons to laugh at the situation... even though judging by a certain network post and a couple more than followed it wasn't just him that was going through this. So it's a tiny, shy girl's voice the one making this post.]

Uhm, hi. I know you are all busy right now and I'm sorry, this will be short.

I just need as much information about the turtle as you have. Anything you know about it, as much information as possible. I... want to try something, and I need to know Asti well before I do.

[A pause, and then he adds:] The more I know about anatomy the better actually so if anyone's gone... swimming under it or gotten a bird view or something like that maybe they could tell me what they saw. You can go anon if you'd like, I don't mind.

So... yes. That's i- OH guys, are all of you aright?

[The post traces back to Frank's console so he's hoping said GUYS will contact him, otherwise it's visiting-house-to-house time.]

philosophe

[It's a pretty normal, sunny day on the back of a giant turtle... That is, until an explosion rocks the Fire Sector. And it's not even like, a normal, mildly alarming, muffled explosion coming from the Valdez household. It's a loud, deafening sound, almost like a cannon fire, coming from an open space that is really suspiciously near Leo's apartment.

In any case, what happens next is a broadcast of this certain message on the network coming from Leo's PC. Behind Leo and Combeferre is the usual mess of machine parts and sketches, except now there's a distinct black mist hovering in the room.

Leo is wearing a sheepish grin and scratching the back of his head. His clothes and parts of his face are covered in black soot.]

Right! So, about that explosion. Theoretically, if that happened to be caused by a super smart and tragically handsome teenager and a guy with a distinctly French accent and hailing from some ancient century, what kind of trouble will said guys theoretically get into? All theoretically, of course.

--The 19th century, it is hardly ancient. [Combeferre interjects from the background. The explosion has shaken him rather more than he would care to admit, but he’s just going to take a few deep breaths here, in an attempt to calm himself down.]

I, ah -- we were testing the mechanics of a model cannon. Theoretically. [He offers a sheepish grin.] Clearly, that attempt used far too much powder.

[Hands up in the air all pre-emptively going "hang on bros y'all gotta chill"] To be fair though, we like, totally didn't blow up an entire block, so uh, no harm done, right?

[Leo's brows furrow soon after, and he turns to Combeferre.] Hey wait, dude, did I just say "we"...?

[A tad absently:] Yes, you did. [He tries for a weak smile, though it’s pretty clear he’s not really paying attention -- especially to someone who knows him well.] I suppose the theoretical talk did not count for much, anyhow -- is there a chair about?

(OOC: Joint post from the resident mad scientists! Leo is red, Combeferre is blue, come yell at them and get either!)

wintershepherd

So that was quite a trip. Hope no one got into too much trouble! Much as it's interesting being in the world's biggest snow globe, I'm glad to see the sun again.

[ It's interesting only if you ignore the whole being under miles of water. And trouble being either at the party or in Sibrilee and especially because those damned arches. But his smile stays light and easy on the video feed. ]

Good news! I've found a shop to move Finnick's fishing store over to and it'll be open the first of the week! All the fresh fish you could want, or I'll freeze it for you if you want it to keep it for a special day.

[ Attached is a location ping for a shop in a busy district of the Water Sector. ]

Speaking of changes, the seasons are going to be changing soon... Ol' Nickly Thize's not here to welcome in autumn. I can do the leaf changing here but I gotta say, I'm not a fan of the huge roaring bonfire thing he likes. I never thought I'd miss Marzyana chasing me off her beets and rutabagas... maybe Johnny can give her a cider kiss one of these years and sweeten her up.

[ Oops getting a little too nostalgic! Jack shakes his head, seeming to get back on track. ]

What kind of things did you guys do when the seasons change at home?

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((OOC: For new people! Here's is Jack's permissions post as to whether your character will be able to see/hear him or will only see a blank feed. Thank you!))

dracobin

[The feed opens on Temeraire's apartment, which looks a great deal gaudier now thanks to the recent yard sale and the salvage found in Sinbrilee. Rich tapestries hang from the railings surrounding the central open space, and piles of interesting metal are neatly arranged within sight. Temeraire, for his part, seems oblivious to his growing hoard; he looks determined, if not a little worried.]

I am not going to ask you if you have found any turtle eggs; it is better, I think, if that is kept a secret. If--our enemy does not know who has one, it would be stupid to tell him; if he already knows, there is no point in telling him again, and refreshing his memory. Nor do I need to tell you how important they are; that, I think, is obvious enough.

[He shifts a little, looking down for a moment and collecting his thoughts before he begins again.] Turtle eggs are not the same as dragon eggs, of course, but I should think there are enough similarities to offer some advice, and if you have never taken care of eggs before, there can certainly be no harm in what I am about to tell you.

It is best to keep your egg warm at all times. At Loch Laggan, we used old Roman bath-houses, such as you might have seen in Sinbrilee, but covering your egg with blankets may suffice. Care must be taken so that the egg does not grow too hot, and the temperature should be constant throughout. Pray do not jostle your egg, or move it overmuch; it is very uncomfortable, and you run the risk of cracking the egg.

Dragon eggs harden, just before they hatch, and I cannot say the same will be true for these eggs, but it may be something to look out for, all the same. I do not think it will be very long before they do hatch, if they are already beginning to communicate from within the shell: half a year at the most. But since they can hear us, it is therefore very important that you speak to your egg, or play music to it, or read to it: anything which you yourself might like to hear, if you were cooped up in a small room with nothing to do, and could not come out for a very long time.

And of course you will feel very protective of the egg, and you ought to, but it is also very important to remember that it is not your pet, nor some unthinking beast; if your turtle does hatch, pray give it an opportunity to choose its own name before offering your own suggestions, and do not take advantage of it. If you do, I shall find you, and I shall sit on you, and it shall be very unpleasant for everyone involved.

[Pause as he realises, perhaps a little belatedly, that he might have crossed a line there. Hurriedly he adds:] And if you have any further questions, you may of course ask me--or any of the other dragons here--at any time, [and cuts the feed.]

kelpful

[Contary to his usual public presence on the network, Percy is look drained and tired, like he hasn't been sleeping well. He only adds to this impression with the way he drags a hand down his face before clearing his throat and speaking. Those who have seen him post before might recognise that he's in his suite in the Water Sector rather than the one he shares with Annabeth.]

Uh. Hi guys, long time no post, and all. I was just wondering if - has anyone seen Hazel Levesque, or Nico di Angelo? [A brief pause] Or Luke Castellan, I guess. I'm pretty sure they're gone, but - I thought I'd check.

[A sigh] It would be a lot easier if we knew for sure what happened to people when they disappeared, you know?

[encrypted 100% to castmates]
Hey. Can you guys all check in? I just want to make sure that everyone I think is still around is...actually still around, and okay. And if you need help with anything for whatever reason, just let the group know. We should - we need to stick together.

Thanks.

mccallmemaybe

[ Scott is sat in front of his console in his suite in the Wood Sector, which is practically a treehouse. Scott has to admit, his living quarters are pretty freaking cool. To anyone watching, please don't be alarmed by how uneven his jaw is. ]

Half of me thinks this is the weirdest Wolfsbane hallucination ever.... The other half of me thinks this is way too weird to be a figment of my imagination. I mean, a giant turtle underwater? If this isn't real, I've definitely lost my mind... [ It wouldn't be the first time he's thought he's gone crazy. ]

Anyway, I heard time stops back home. Can someone confirm this for me? Do we know for sure it does? It's just that Stiles - uh, that's my codependent best friend - I'm worried how he'll cope without me if time doesn't stop... [ Though technically he already left Stiles before he came here, but Scott doesn't want to think about that or he'll cry. ] I had some important stuff to do back home, really important. I just - I need to know for sure that time back home isn't passing without me because if it is, I can't be here.

[ But if he really has no other choice but to stay here... ] Does anybody want to go exploring? There's this bridge I saw that leads... somewhere? I wanted to check it out. [ But he'd prefer company.

Scott's not sure how to end this... ]

Uh... I'm Scott McCall, thanks for listening?

fotia

[HELLO, TURTLEITES. There is a lanky boy with a streak of oil on one cheek grinning dumbly at all of you.]

Hello, citizens of the turtle! Salutations and stuff, or whatever! [And he gives a stupid, dorky salute, his voice mockingly imitating the tone of someone giving a formal address to the adoring masses.] It has come to my attention that people have been concerned about my well-being during my hamster state, and I would like to assure everyone that I am completely fine.

[And he drops the formal tone as he waves a hand dismissively in the air.] But really, I've been in worse situations, and some jerks do a lot more than turn other guys into hamsters. [Like burn their moms accidentally. But if the issue about people labeling someone else as dangerous because of their powers is getting to him, he's not showing it.] Besides, as much as I hate to admit it, it was an okay prank.

[A pause, before an impish grin forms on his face.] And it's not like I'm going down without a fight, Sadie. Because it is on. [The teasing tone on his voice says he's joking, though... probably.]

VIDEO; ENCRYPTED 100%; LOCKED TO JASON, PIPER, PERCY, SANTO, and FINNICK

Uh... [In what is a stark contrast to his cheery, carefree demeanor in his public post, he looks really awkward this time, with a hand rubbing the back of his head and his eyes cast to one side.]

So bros, [Yes Piper you are a bro too deal with it] hypothetical question: if a girl you kind of really like asks you out on a date, how do you... [And now both hands are making vague, circular gestures like he's trying to catch the words in the air.] you know. Go about it?

[His face is a bright shade of red, and he looks like he's about to panic, really.]

wintershepherd

[ Jack looks better than he has in months and the combination of his newly cooled 3-A treehouse and the wearable unit Jack kept under his hoodie for when he went out meant he was back to his usual good (ahem) spirits. He was busy during the Yard Sale and may have borrowed some of his "allowance" from his shares of SI to fund a few of the things, but he thinks they'll be well worth it. All gifts are delivered overnight with no excess fanfare, just his initials in the corner of each simple folded card. ]

So, someone should catch me up on what kind of summer holiday things should be happening around here. Not that they'll be nearly as good as winter activities, but I'm gonna be gracious and give them a chance.

[ private to Tony Stark (MCU) / basic encryption; ]

[ There's no evident trace of Jack's consternation from a few days ago in Jack's voice -- nor his expression, though he doubts the man has acquired the ability to see him yet. ]

So I wanted to apologize for the mix-up when you arrived and introduce myself properly. My name's Jack, it's nice to meet you. Don't worry about the whole not-seeing thing, that'll probably wear off, it's kind of part of the spirit thing. Also, please don't mind the bed that's in the Stark Building freezer if you go in there, kind of a long story. Anyway, it sounds like Pepper and Bruce have got you settled in, so maybe we'll run into each other at SI some time! Catch you later, Tony.

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((OOC: Since we have lots of new people, don't forget to check out Jack's permissions post for whether your character can see/hear him or whether they will view an empty feed/audio only/etc. ))

( Cut for gift list! )

sophos

[Annabeth's face pops up, curls a mess as usual, but considering the turtle developments, she doesn't look nearly as cross as usual?? There's the sounds of water splashing around somewhere in the suite, but she doesn't appear to care.]

It goes without saying that the turtle's health started improving at last. [Because powers! And it's swimming again!] I know various numbers of us were tasked by Evandau into investigations, and I don't know how all the other situations turned out, but Doctor Soranik Natu, Rogue, Percy Jackson, and myself found something probably worth sharing.

We were assigned with investigating a string of robberies initially, but really, the important part is we discovered a series of incomplete archways in several different homes and attempted to recreate one in its entirety.

The whole "world between Life, Death, and Dreaming" thing everyone gets on arrival? Start taking it literally, if you weren't before. Keeliai as we live in it here is the Life plane. The archway opened up a portal of a kind, and said portal took us to the Death plane.

[A blob of water floats across the screen, blurring Annabeth's face, but it's still possible to see her turn around in a huff, and from somewhere off screen there's an "Oops, sorry!" before the water flies off. She continues unperturbed.]

It was basically a version of Keeliai gone awry and ruined, everything rotting away, and we found markings in the form of some kind of blood magic, directly over where the Emperor's Palace is in this plane. Scans proved it to be kedan blood in origin, some of it fresh, and the pattern was being drawn by - you know, what we're here to fight, in a magical attempt to kill Tu Vishan. We were able to wipe the incomplete blood slate clean and stop this part of his illness before leaving the plane. [By 'we' she mostly means Ocean Jesus did A Water Thing.]

Unfortunately, or fortunately, the way in seems to be gone. The archways all disappeared once we got back, as did that particular methodology in creating them. [Melted pins ahh. A pause.] The Death plane is probably where our infamous threat is hiding. Its domain, so to speak.

Tu Vishan's health is picking up, but this - this situation here, with this thing we're up against? It's definitely not over.

truesight

[ well someone looks like crap. she's sitting at the console with her hand in her hair, just so she doesn't have to pick up her head without the help of leaning on the desk, and she's kind of squinting because maybe the screen is too bright for her eyes. someone get her some giant sunglasses and a tiny dog, she looks like somebody that's about to crash from a long night of partying. it's great having her abilities back and all, right on, way to go guys, go team. but holy Hera- ]

This feels all kinds of weird to post about on a public network where lots of people can see it, but I figure hey, what the heck, we're living on a giant turtle right? So. Are there any psychics here that know a good remedy for a "hey-I-just-got-my-powers-back-and-it-kinda-hurts" induced migraines? I used to get headaches back home, but not like this. Eugh. I feel like I'm hungover. Or at least, I assume this is what being hungover feels like. Don't correct me if I'm wrong, please.

[ a pause, then- ]

And since we're on the subject of things I don't generally ask the public about, is there anybody else here in the business of telling the future? You know, clairvoyant? Back home I had dreams and visions, but here it's- it's different. I feel detached from it, in a way. I don't want to get into details, but, could someone please tell me I'm not the only Seer with a seeing problem? Just for my own peace of mind, mostly.

For my second perfect transition - campers, just check in with me, please? [ 'campers', 'demigods', same thing. ] Let me know you're all good. Y'know. 'Cause I figure I'm basically like your babysitter here, so just make things a little easier on me and let me know you're okay. [ yeeeah, even when hungover, she's still got jokes. which is why she grins like an a-hole before finally squeezing her eyes shut to hide from the pain of looking at the screen. CRUEL WORLD ]

eye_of_isis

[Sadie turns the feed in a fairly okay mood. She has a box in front of her, and it seems to be making squeaking sounds]

First--whoever finally got the turtle moving again and whatnot? You are amazing. I thought I'd be okay not having my magic but I was wrong and those aren't words you'll hear from me all that often.

Second. [She taps the lid of the box in front of her] So when I got here, there was a boy. He was a very rude boy, who made fun of my boyfriend. He hit on me as well, but mostly he insulted my boyfriend. I am very protective of my friends and family, so insulting them is the fastest way to get me angry at you. And people don't like me all that much when I'm angry. Things tend to blow up and people usually spend a few hours as a banana slug or an earthworm or something. [Or there are threats of slugification] Not that I could do anything to this boy, as almost as soon as I got here my magic stopped, but I swore I'd get him back. So, when I woke up this morning and realized that oh, hey, I can blow things up again, I went to go find this boy.

[She opens the box and pulls out a brown hamster who squeaks]

Say hello to the nice people, Leo. [Boy, it feels good to have her magic back and turning people into critters (and then using said critter as a sort of warning that, hey, you might not want to mess with her). She smirks.] I have to say, he's much cuter as a hamster.

[[OOC: Chiqui has agreed that this is pretty much why Leo is hiding during her hiatus with him! Also tags might be a bit slow starting maybe tomorrow depending on the stupid confusing roofers they keep changing their mind about stuff.

ETA: THIS IS ONLY LASTING A FEW HOURS ICLY.]]

everylittlegirl

[Hayley's left arm is in a sling from a partial dislocation and she's a little bruised, so she opts for audio instead of the usual video.]

Is there anything like a movie theater here? Or frozen yogurt? I could really go for a fun afternoon.

[60% encrypted to: Annabeth, Percy, Nico, Jason (& any other demigod who wants to admit to being a demigod) - EXCEPT LUKE]

Hey, so, how much do you know about Luke Castellan? Because he told me some stories that were kind of.. I just want to make sure he's not lying, because he seems like a pretty cool guy.

[60% encrypted to: Lois]

This is kind of embarrassing, but you seem really cool and I feel like I could learn a lot from you, so I was wondering if maybe I could come help out with your reporting stuff or something? Like an internship.

[60% encrypted to: Clark]

Is it still bothering you?

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