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I know this might be a bit of a strange request, with this being such an unfamiliar place to all of us but I find that I've really been missing attending school. Is there somewhere in the city where... that would accept a Foreigner as a student?

[ Because this is just the sort of mundane thing his host would be focused on; Bakura could almost count on his host's predictability. And while he had not quite completely written off the possibility of Ryou's actual presence here, pretending to be the teen still served him well and the persona needed to be seamlessly maintained for as long as the thief deemed it beneficial for him. ]

It's just... so very odd feeling, not to have homework or anything.

[ He laughs a little, as though sheepish of the admission. ]

Not that I've been bored, the work at the dojo has been very enjoyable! I just haven't much to fill my time when I'm not there.

[ Yes, Bakura thinks. That sounds suitably boring and unassuming. ]

doc_holi

[Holiday is back on the screens again. Thankfully, her hair was slowly turning back into its once dark color at her roots, but the eyes were still a light gray instead of green. If someone hadn't seen her before the ~~ghost event~~ that thing with the museum, they may not even recognize her all that well.]

I've been wanting to go through this for a little while now, since my... scare, but in the wake of our Emperor's death, I saw it fit to wait in her respect.

I just want to inform people of a, um... disease that I have, I suppose you would call it. On my world, every living organism is infected with nanoscopic machines that have corrupt programming. We call these nanites. I'm the only one infected with this type here, I assure you. They can only be passed along much like an STI, with bodily fluid contact.

If the nanites themselves become infected, they bound to the host's DNA and change it. These occur in physical deformities or mental abnormalities. Some that change may only experience boils on their skin, others develop mental illnesses. Then some... [And this is the tough part.] Some can turn into eighty foot, fire breathing monsters and anything in between.

At home, I worked as the lead researcher for the biggest, most resourced organization that was looking for a cure to the nanite plague. We had one that would only work on some people after they had changed, but it's not here.

I just want there to be awareness about my condition so that others can take whatever precautions they deem necessary to not contract it; though, I will continue to assure you that it won't happen. Otherwise, I want others to be aware and alert in case I do change one day. The best option may be simple... eradication. It was what we had to do back home before we found our cure against some of the more dangerous ones. My sister was one of those dangerous ones that, thanks to my position, wasn't killed but caged for several years. The changes seem to be genetic.

... If anyone has questions, feel free to ask me. [And on that wonderful note, she closes the feed.]

aloadeddie

[Arthur's message is short and to-the-point today. No muss, no fuss.]

Any egg-sitters concerned about "Robin's" idea about the eggs being some kind of sinister plant intended to infiltrate our minds - I can train people in certain kinds of subconscious security which should help prevent that kind of thing from happening.

Contact me if that's something you think you want. If you don't know me already, my name is Arthur.

[That's it. He's been here long enough that he's way past dealing with formalities, or even much secrecy about what he does. Almost no one seems to care, after all. Why should they, with so many people throwing around superpowers and magic?]

cmdreffingshepard

[Shepard's smiling today, and it quickly becomes apparent why: she holds up a little orange hamster, who appears completely uninterested in the proceedings. Really, woman, you shoot things for a living and you get all googly-eyed over a hamster?]

Say hello to Captain Squeaks, of the SSV Normandy. I never thought I'd see this little guy again!

[Captain Squeaks... squeaks a bit, and she sets him back in his little cage.]

Anyone else have pets from home they've been missing?

ajrimmerssc

[A jumped up, egotistical little squirt of a man appears on the video feed. He throws a salute that is best described as, erm. Lots. Yes, there's lots of saluting going on here. And then he finally snaps his fingers away from his forehead, and nods curtly at the camera from his suite in the Metal sector.]

Good evening, residents of the Turtle. I'm Acting Captain Arnold J. Rimmer, of the Jupiter Mining Corporation deep space vessel Red Dwarf. And while I'm none too keen on the whole "kidnapped to an alternate dimension" smeg, I must admit I'm not surprised I was chosen for this war. Great generals are surely lacking here, it's just an inevitability.

Although I do find it rather hard to believe that a woman's in charge of this whole operation. Tell me, who's the real brains behind the beauty, hmm? It won't do for your newest commanding officer to not know his superiors. Or his subordinates. I want names, I want ranks, I want practical experiences!

Or, failing all that, the nearest exit? I think battling a multi-dimensional entity of purest evil on the back of a giant turtle might be the tiniest bit above my pay grade. Thanks ever so.

[Another salute! This one even longer than the opening salute. And then, mercifully, the feed cuts out.]

survival_isnt_living

[When he turns on the feed, Sep’s green eyes are thoughtful—and maybe, if you look carefully, a little tired. Still, he’s seems alert enough despite it.]

I would have waited until we got some new arrivals again to talk about this, but under the circumstances, this won't keep. For those who don’t know me, I’m Sep. I work as a healer out of WA-3A.

I didn’t get a chance to talk to Soranik directly before she left us, but there has been some discussion going around about organizing our resources and medics into a larger functioning entity, hopefully by building a proper hospital. If nothing else, we ought to coordinate our relative strengths and talents, in case someone else is best suited to treat a patient—or for triage in case of emergency. It would also provide us a good base to teach and organize less experienced field medics in case of crises like the jiangshi invasion last winter.

Information and technique exchange is part and parcel of this, although I know not all of it is applicable to all of us. It’s past time we got organized, though—especially so there’s infrastructure in place no matter who arrives or leaves.

[He relaxes the further into the post he gets, some of the tension draining from his shoulders. This is the role he’s most comfortable in: getting people organized to support each other and keep things running smoothly.]

There’ll be a meeting at my suite tomorrow. Everyone already working in a clinic should drop by for basic information exchange. If you’re a medic not currently attached to a facility and want to be, we'll get you sorted.

[Basic encryption to Bianca Reyes]
It was indicated that questions about Dr. Natu’s clinic should be directed to you, ma’am. If you’ve got a free moment, could we sit down today? I’d appreciate a basic run-down, just so I have a better understanding when talking to others who work more like you do. [He admitted a weakness, Bianca, this is a milestone.]

[[ooc: log post for the meet-and-greet is here.]]

dustonmyfeet

[There's a woman in the video feed. The woman looks rather like Toph -- same heavy, dark hair, same pale, unfocused eyes. But she's definitely not 13. Try closer to 30 or 40. A 30-40 year old woman wearing a sheet.]

Okay, so this morning I woke up with boobs.

[Okay, yeah, it's Toph. The dry cynicism is totally there, as well as the flat expression. The voice, though, is definitely lower.]

And my legs and arms are way too long. You know what kind of problems that causes when you're blind?

All I can say is, at least I'm still blind. And my earthbending is still on. . . . I'd say thanks for that, but you know, still kind of in the what the hell stage.

I'm going to need some bigger clothes. Probably from someone who's got boobs too. Not like it bugs me, but pretty sure people protest when you just wander around town in a sheet.

doc_holi

[A young girl--around 6 in age--is peering up at the screen. From her position, she looks as if she's on her tippy toes, trying to adjust the thing to actually look at her. At least her hair and eyes are distinctive enough to prove it's the good doctor.]

I'm usually 28. [Her voice is also squeaky and a little cute... Not her fault.]

I noticed I'm not the only one. This isn't going to be permanent, right?

... What do I even do until then? I can't work like this.

[Never mind food, reaching anything on the counters or higher tables, clothes, money, etc.]

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.]

medica

( 'Trapped' was a word that Joan was not particularly pleased to hear. Never, in all the cases that she has worked, did being trapped have a good outcome. Victims were trapped. If she were a victim - if all these people were victims - who were they a victim of? What was the motivation behind it all? )

Look, I just got here and thought I'd ask a few things on here.

( She hadn't wanted to ask the others that brought her to where she'd be staying. Usually trusting her instincts, she had been patient about getting more helpful answers. )

Could anyone point me in the direction of the law enforcement around here? Or any type of hospital for that matter?

( Best to start with what she knew best. Getting to see how people were treated when they broke the law or if they were injured might prove to be useful. )

I'm Joan, by the way. Joan Watson.

dragonconqueror

Oh for Thor's sake, they said this would be easy...

[There's a curious green eye studying the communicator before it zooms out to reveal a young boy of about fourteen or fifteen, his face covered in scratches and scars that look both fresh and old, the oldest one a nick on the right side of his chin. He grins a bit tiredly, sitting back and snapping his fingers.]

I knew I could get it to work! Man, if we had things like this back home it'd make communicating with other tribes easier...

[He fiddles a bit, the screen flicking off as he discovers the other functions, a bit of text gibber jabber appearing before it switches back to full video, then he remembers the people he spoke to said that others could be watching.]

Uh, hi. I'm Hiccup. Great name, I know, but I guess it's kept me from being snatched up by gnomes and trolls all these years so it's worth something at least. If you couldn't guess, I'm kinda new...just arrived really. I don't think I was awake for a lot of the talk though, getting knocked out by a giant dragon tail would do that to you. I think I'm awake. At least I hope so anyway. This place doesn't look like any Valhalla I ever dreamed of.

[He reaches down to scratch at his leg.]

There's...a lot of things here that we don't have at home. I hope I don't blow anything up. And, uh, this is gonna sound kinda strange but I don't suppose anyone has anything I can, er, walk with? [Pause.] One of my legs kind of...doesn't work. They helped me here but I don't know how I'm going to get around...

I guess that's...it? Yeah.

[He goes to get up but lets out a yelp as he puts pressure on his injured leg and he falls backwards, crashing to the floor.]

wallcrawler

[When the video starts, Pete's...well, managing. He's managed to make most of his suite tribble-free, save for a few currently stuffed into what looks to be an empty aquarium of some kind he has sitting on his desk.]

So, I know a lot of us are in a hurry to get these things off the Turtle as quickly as possible, or kill them off or eat them or whatever, but...has anyone looked into whether or not keeping a few for research would be feasible?

I mean, they reproduce quickly, and in pretty big numbers. I'm not talking about using them for anything horrible, but it seems like they could be a pretty good substitute for lab rats. And if we kept them properly contained, we'd never have to worry about running out of them.

[Obviously, some precautions would have to be taken on the part of the researchers, but it probably wouldn't be impossible. In fact, at that moment, the trio of tribbles inside the aquarium began to make another series of trilling noises, forcing Pete to momentarily close his eyes and try and block out the unwelcome sound. Once they're finished, he takes a deep breath and continues, with some degree of extra effort.]

I'm not talking about testing anything horrible on them, obviously. But if data gathered from them can be applied to human subjects, it could be a great way to test local medicines and remedies without actually having to jump straight to human testing and risk poisoning someone or triggering an allergic reaction or something. I know Wayne Enterprises already started pharmaceutical work, and we could probably convince Dr. Banner to expand the hydroponics garden to allow us to grow any plants needed for that sort of testing. Maybe even a little extra food for them, so they aren't consuming anything meant for the rest of us.

[More trilling interrupts him now, and he does seem to finally give in. Reluctantly. He gets up and leaves the frame for a moment, returning later with some grains and torn up pieces of bread to drop into the aquarium. He doesn't know if the noise means they're hungry, he just knows the ones he caught tend to stop making that noise when they're eating.]

...sorry about that. Anyway, I don't really know if anyone's willing to try it out, or if it'll even work. But it's worth a try, right? I mean, it's better than just killing all of them, and definitely better than just letting them wreak havoc on the ecosystem and eat all our food, right? Besides, it's a way better plan than throwing them off the turtle with notes on their back. I mean, if even a handful of these things adapt to marine life, with as fast as they reproduce we're basically talking about taking one ecological disaster and making a bigger one we're in no position to stop. And that's not even considering what might happen if they're carrying any sort of parasite that could do the same...

[Seriously guys, stop chucking them in the water. Eventually they won't be able to be retrieved, and then who knows what's going to happen. Literally nothing about that scenario sounds like a good idea to Peter here.]

doc_holi

[After the Kedan left, Holiday meandered around her suite a bit, trying to find some sort of distraction... or maybe answers. Was she dreaming? The last thing she remembered before arriving here was Rex and- and talking to White and- She must have passed out along with everyone else...]

[She decided to activate this network thing to see some of the locals around here. Maybe it's all just a dream, but-]

Hello. I'm Doctor Rebecca Holiday and I'm new in... Keeliai. [Did she even pronounce that right?] I suppose that since I'm here now, I should probably try to... figure out my way around this place a bit or something.

If there are any hospitals or clinics near by, I would like to visit one of them, for work purposes. [And the nanites.] One of the people who helped me to my suite told me that I live in the Earth sector now, if that helps anything... Actually, is there a better way to get around this city rather than using carts?

Um... Thank you for your time.

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