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[Desmond looks....tired. His face is unshaven and sallow, and his eyes are red. He shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. When he speaks, it's not in English, but an older Italian dialect.]

<<Ugh...did anyone get the number of the goddamn train that hit me? It'll be another month before I'll shake this nightmare.>>

[
Desmond looks surprised, as though he wasn't expecting what came out of his mouth. He shakes his head again.]

<<What the hell? Am I speaking Italian?>>

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[It has been some time since Aya made an appearance over the public network in such a fashion.  However, just as before, she appeared onscreen looking very curious.  Thoughtful.]

I experienced something very...interesting recently.

While entering low power mode in order to update a few minor software programs, my visual receptors detected the presence of another.  My audio receptors confirmed this presence, and yet...multiple subsequent external scans have determined that there was no other presence during that time.

Is this what it is like for carbon-based life forms when they dream?
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[It's been months since Kylo Ren made an announcement on the network, but today he does, and looks oddly pensive, withdrawn.

In the background you can catch a glimpse of a painfully generic living room, there are no personal items other than a glimpse at his infamous table of ashes.]


Lately I've had a lot of time to think, and there is something I have been wondering about. We get to meet people from other worlds, or people who are dead to us, but there is no stability to the bonds built here. Foreigners are randomly brought to this place and taken away.

Yet some of us have been here for years, they watched many come and go. How do you go about this? I dislike the uncertainty. You can't plan for anything.
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[the boy who appears on the screen is a handsome one, with artfully scruffed brown hair, hazel eyes, and a small, friendly smile. he looks directly into the camera with the sort of confidence that comes from public speaking experience.]

Well then. I feel a bit like a tourist on a very, very strange island. As much as I do enjoy traveling, most of the time I attempt to prepare more thoroughly.

[another little smile, this one more wry.]

In any case, my name is Gansey, and I'm looking for a companion. An exploration companion, to be precise. Maps are delightful, but actually learning your way around a place is even better. An experienced Traveler with some free time or other newcomers like me would be equally welcome. I'll be here in the Hotel lobby for a bit, and I've picked up one of those handset radios if that's your preferred method of communication.

[he gives a bit of a wave, and the video goes dark.]
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Hello. Hi. The handsets seem to be nicer now. I think I'd still just to have it programmed to run through my phone. Tony-

Is Tony still here? He worked on it last time.

[ That was a thing that happened, right? People left. And some came back, apparently. ]

Are other people here? That I know?

Right! This is Sonja. Maybe some people remember me. I probably sound different, it's been- [ How long has it been? It's not like... the memories are super clear. She had thought this was a dream, maybe. A dream that had been forgotten. ]

It's been awhile.
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[ Elizabeth is clearly excited by the video feed as it turns on, leaning forward toward the screen. ]

This device is so clever! It's like a voxphone and a kinetoscope put together. Miss Zatanna at the Welcome Center helped get me a bit more familiar with it, but do let me know if I've gotten anything wrong.

Now, this might not be Paris, but it still looks like it will be quite the adventure. In any case, I'm here now, and I intend to make the most of it... my name is Elizabeth.

But I do have a question... is there any way to be positively sure that time has actually stopped, where we're from? I was traveling with someone and, while he certainly wouldn't admit it, I believe he'd be quite upset to find I've disappeared.

[ She offers a smile, which then tinges into something of a grimace. ]

Or more to the point, I believe he'd act quite rashly... since he doesn't always think before he acts, though he means well. Mostly-- I think.

I've been told there are job openings in the city. I don't have any formal training in... well, anything... but I'm very good at picking new things up very quickly if given the chance!
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I thought more would come of the unrest. I admit I am...disappointed. Chaos can bring about so many necessary changes. (The slightest and most delicate of pauses.) For example, governments can be overthrown and enemies can be silenced.

(For good in his mind. Death is the great equalizersilencer.)

Are you so bereft of passion, my fellow citizens, that you are willing to lay down and let magic control you? How long until we are warped or confused or something worse befalls us?

I think we need shields.

If you are intrigued by my proposition, I suggest we meet. You have nothing to fear.
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[Today, Zatanna greets the Network with an unusually contemplative expression.  Curious.]

Those of you who know me know that I tend to be way bigger on the magic than science stuff.  Which is why...for those of you on the other side, I have a question.  Mmm--no, not really a question, I guess.  More like a...request?  Kind of?

Basically, I was wondering how much anybody could tell me on electromagnetic energy or radiation or whatever you call it.  Anything at all, but preferably if you've ever had any experience with it on a more...supernatural scale.

[So, really, she's not going completely to the Dark Science side just yet.]
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[He had spent the better portion of the day wandering around the city. Ducking and diving between crowds of people, and doing his best to stay out of the spotlight - which was far harder than he'd like to admit being a 'foreigner' decked out in futuristic space armor.

Needless to say, after having spent a good few hours gathering intel and having a constant stream of people talking to him about what to expect while he was stuck here (among other things), being able to sit down was a small blessing in and of itself. Something that those watching the camera's feed might be able to pick up on, as the ODST carefully leaned back in his chair, and stared up at the cafe's ceiling with a lengthy sigh.
]

"Can't say I'm pleased to be here, but it's an upgrade from magical books." [Then again, giant turtles aren't really swinging in the opposite direction. Something he knows, but he'll hold his tongue on that.]

"Would say I'm impressed by how you guys have this whole welcoming stuff down to a science, but I'm still trying to comprehend most of it. Even then, there's usually a lot more going on than what's on the complimentary pamphlet."

[It's then that his visor lowers towards the screen, and a tick of silence passes by, before he's shifting forwards to properly address those behind it.]

"So, straight to the point; is there anything around here that I should be wary of? Threats, dangers, etcetera."
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[A Kedan one might recognize as being a particularly notorious professor at the college appears on the screen, looking a tad nervous. There are two others behind him, a man and a woman, both appearing quite stern.]

[He coughs to clear his throat.]


Hello everyone,

The last month saw a rough patch with protests breaking out into riots, as well as a general increase in criminal activities. The council would like to take this time to reassure everyone that the matter is being thoroughly investigated, and would request that everyone cooperate with the efforts of Keeliai’s budding police force.

The substance that was used to incite the riots has been confirmed to be Dust. Dust is a mind-altering narcotic which comes in the form of a distinctive black powder and among its many effects is increased aggression. Paranoia and hallucinations are also very common side effects.

The scope of damage was minimal, thanks to the swift intervention of foreigners and the police force. While there were some severe injuries, no deaths have been reported.

Again, we would like to urge everyone to cooperate with the investigation and to report suspicious activity to the police.

Thank you.
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So, I made soda.

[Who wants to be a guinea pig member of a focus group? Peter has soda.]

I've made it in a variety of flavours, native and otherwise, and I've even managed to brew something similar to stuff back home.

[Does anyone want a can of Smoca-Smola? Please don't sue.]

I've tested all of them myself, so they're not poisonous, but I have used all natural ingredients, so if you're allergic to the thing, don't drink the thing.

Oh, and this focus group? Foreigners only for now. Just in case something bad does happen.

[A pause.]

I mean, it won't? But... Just in case, y'know. Also, 18+. I don't do experimenting on kids.

[Yes, Peter is bored, so he made soda.]
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Can anyone tell me anything about this 'dust' substance?

I thought that we'd left it behind when we made landfall, but it seems to be something that is still appearing and causing problems.

I've taken a few samples to study at the college, but since its not new, I don't want to tread old ground.
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[No matter the world, Daenerys's appearance is likely to cause a stir. From her silver-blonde hair to her purple eyes, she is, to some, strikingly beautiful.

Yet one would be mistaken in thinking her delicate.]


Separate me from my Dragons, my armies, my councilors and you accomplish nothing. I am Daenerys Stormborn nonetheless and I do not fear you.

[Her small stature belies her fire; her passion. Hands clench at her sides and she inhales, muscles tense and eyes bright.]

Reveal your intentions. [It is an order; a command - given by one who is accustomed to being heard and obeyed.] To those not involved, you need not fear me or my Dragons. They will find me. It is only a matter of time.

[She believes in her children. She has faith that they will look until they find her.]

And when they do, they will protect and defend my allies and vanquish my enemies.
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(The continent had not wasted his time; not utterly. A pale serpent is a lovely gift for any Parseltongue and the hand that strokes her head is gentle - a quality Lord Voldemort shows no one else.)

The journey might have been worthwhile simply to meet you. (He speaks in the hissing language that separates those of Slytherin's blood-line from many other Witches and Wizards.

What might shock those watching is... The serpent hisses back, looking up at, presumably, his face (though he keeps his features cloaked and hidden).)


As the Turtle awakens, its power grows exponentially. I am intrigued by its origin. Was it born thus?

No matter. I have sought and taken Magic before. I shall do so again.

(Perhaps traveling to another world will not be a waste at all. He grins to himself as he imagines everyone in his world falling at his feet in obeisance.)
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So, hey...

[Hey, Keelial. Remember him? He looks a lot more tired than before, his hair is ruffled and his shirt looks partly undone. It looks like he's sat in the College.]

Anyone noticed the pattern on the Turtle's shell? It's... pulsing. It started like... three? Four days ago? The time between the pulses is getting shorter.

I'm not sure what this means, but... hey. It sounds important, right? I've done some math and, well... I think... [Yawn.] ...I think the pulses are gonna stop in a week or so. If the period between them keeps getting shorter.

Assuming that's what this is.
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The words are back as they were. This is good.

I wish to ask - is there a way to cut magic out? I have...

...

[She looks away from the screen, gripping her upper arm, fingers digging painfully in.]

I do not want it in me any more. I want it cut away. Gone.

Is there a way?
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You all managed to not destroy the city while I was away. Aside from that magical mishap at the end, that is, but it seems there was little lasting harm.

[Her voice is strong, but pleasant. Valdis is back and ready to take charge again.]

I'll admit that I've been a bit distracted as of late, but I am back and there is a problem I would like to address. The Cultists have had free reign to do as they please and we are lucky that they haven't struck as hard as I believe they are capable of.

[What with having Milyn's knowledge and skills as well as Daseng's, if he was as clever and intelligent as Milyn claimed.]

To counter this problem, I am creating a special task force within the Police Department that will focus solely on the Cultists and their plans.

[This is in no way just a personal vendetta, the cultists are a threat, but she has the power to do it, so she might as well.]

If anyone had any information that may prove useful to the task force, or wishes to join it, please let me know.
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Y'know, this is a pretty nice city, and I really appreciate the hospitality and all... y'know, apart from the weird stares and stuff, but...

[A man is on your consoles, Keelial. He's dressed mostly in grey and black, an amicable smile on his face.]

...don't let me intrude any more than I need to. I need to get outta here, and I'm going to get outta here. So... If anyone'd like to help me, I need to find somewhere I can build stuff. Anywhere, really, and someone who's familiar with the tech I'm gonna be working with.

Let me know if you can help. Name's Peter Bishop. Thanks.

[A pause... he might as well tack this on, but it's hard for him to do so.]

And, uh... If anyone sees an older man, crazy hair, crazier personality... Let me know.
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