tushanshu | Entries tagged with † rikki barnes

[Here, turtlefolk, have a teenage boy who is still a little bit zonked from landing on his ass in the palace. There is a Chinese dragon on his shirt, if anyone's at all interested in dragons. From what can be seen, his suite looks like it's in mild disarray; he got angry enough to break a couple things once he was alone and did not do such a good job cleaning it up from the camera's view. He looks mildly upset.]

I-- I don't understand why I'm here, I--

They gave me this place, they told me I have to work...I'm not really trapped, am I? I can't be. This doesn't make sense.

[He stops talking half-to himself and focuses his attention on the camera again.]

I guess I have to work under the assumption that this is all real, until proven otherwise. Even if I'm still not entirely sure what's going on.

Anyone care to enlighten me? The...kedan...weren't all that helpful.

bacondivination

[ Loki is leaning a bit too close to the terminal screen when he starts to record his little post. He seems a little too bright-eyed given the circumstances, and there’s an odd rapidity to his speech when he starts talking. ]

I have to admit, I am disappointed. [ He holds up a touchscreen phone so his audience can get a look at it. ] These Starkphones are simply not designed for the rigor of interdimensional travel, and the lack of service is a failure I cannot abide. How will I chronicle my doings without the aid of Instagram and Facebook? Nor can I go on to spread knowledge of this failing with a review!

At least the natives of this realm are accommodating, though I don’t think this makes for an adequate replacement of my phone.

[ He pauses only briefly before switching gears. ] Now, moving onto more important matters… I have a few questions about the quality of native cuisine and where the best breakfast can be found.

definingfuture

Well, that was fun.

[Tony's actually in high spirits, although those who know him will notice that his smile has a slight edge to it. He sounds more pointed than he has before too, but that could just be enthusiasm. Someone with a really good read on Tony Stark will recognize it as something more pensive.]

So the lesson here is to remember the rules our mommies taught us and never say bad words. Good to know. While I'm on rules, I want to say hi to the newer kids. Hi. Remember your off-world emergency procedures and don't touch anything that looks like trouble. Good? Okay.

I'm sure most of you knew this was coming. If you didn't, I'm disappointed in you. We've got some business to discuss and I'm calling this a high priority. Sorry, but you'll have to cancel your dates. I'll make it up to you later.

Avengers, assemble.

[Those who recognize the call don't really need emphasis. He looks expectantly through the video feed and assumes they get the message. Otherwise, the less commotion that is made, the better off they are as a whole. Or, you know, everyone else can pipe in at any time. He's not even feigning a lock on his message at the moment. Public announcements are a competitive sport now.]

Metal Sector.

[That's all as he cuts out. He assumes that they'll figure out how to find him.]

backinakidflash

[Bart is seated in front of the console. A small table has been dragged over, and he's got his right foot resting on it while he rolls his pant leg up over his knee.]

So. This other city. Très cool in some ways, not so much in others. I think I'm like everyone - I've been spending a lot of time over there. It helps with the whole cooped-up feeling, although now we're living in some sort of fish bowl. Snow globe. Air bubble? I'm not really sure what the name for it is. Ah!

[He snaps his fingers.] We're in Bio-Dome. That movie sucked. So it's an apt description. Because it sucks to know that there's tons of water waiting to crash down on us all. Everything's so still here. There's not even a breeze. If I don't see the sun soon, I'm gonna turn into Margot from "All Summer in a Day."

[Then, Bart reaches for the elastic bandage on the table and begins putting a supportive wrap around his knee.] The architecture's neat though. It's like the History Channel suddenly started making holo-vids. [He finishes off the wrap and secures it.] Nobody panic. This is a preventative measure. Speaking of - paging Jack. What do you know about luge? Because there are these aqueducts and. Yeah. Some chances are too good to pass up.

agentx13

[ Sharon's voice cuts in, sounding calm but brisk. Yet underneath is a hint of worry, of concern. She doesn't waste time getting to the point. ]

This is Sharon Carter. I'm looking for Steve Rogers, the one from my universe. If anyone has seen him, could they get in touch and tell me where and when.

Thank you.

[ She ends the feed as abruptly as she began. If Steve heard that, he should be in touch soon. If he doesn't respond, she'll just... have to find him.

And hope that, if he isn't here, that he's alive again. She wouldn't be able to bear it if he were dead. Again. ]

giveaway

( A sleepy Steph starts up the video, yawning a little before she takes her thumb off the camera to reveal herself. She's not messy or sloppy or anything like that, just yawning. Her voice is very matter-of-fact and she nods occasionally as she speaks to confirm how right her point is. )

Y'know I think this place needs to give newbies a warmer welcome. Hotels give you like coffee and maybe a fruit basket? We need that, waiting in our suite for us. Maybe with a cute message card saying something like, "Welcome to our city, and oh, remember you're stuck here! Have a mocha on us!" It's common courtesy to give folks some kind of compensation.

( She pauses. She's forgetting something, isn't she... Oh, right! )

Oh yeah, I'm Stephanie. Or Steph. Probably not Stephie. ( Bad memories associated with that one. ) Aaaand I really want a mocha. That actually sounds really good right now. Nice to meet you and especially nice to meet you if you know about a Turtlebucks close to the Wood Sector.

( Confirm her secret identity in this place as an ordinary and hilarious college student? Check. She honestly is seriously thinking about her situation, but for now she doesn't want that to show through as Stephanie Brown. Gotta be safe and all. )

I think that's everything? Laters.

wallcrawler

[So, normally, Pete was more than willing to respect the level of semi-secrecy that Batgirl--well, one of them, anyway--had been careful to set up for the young super-team she'd been putting together.

However, considering how bad things were getting now with the power loss? He was willing to put that aside for the moment. Especially with all the new supers who'd shown up since he last checked in. He only knew of a small handful of confirmed cases, but frankly? He was beginning to suspect that the odds were good that anyone coming from a place that had superheroes happened to be one. Or at least have powers of some kind. So a blind broadcast seemed more than worth the risk.]

I'm gonna go ahead and spare you guys the whole "help, help, my powers are missing" thing, and just get right to the point. Yes, I know it's happening to a lot of us, and I know some of us are having minor existential crises over it. I'm not here about that part of it. Besides, certain people way more photogenic than myself already got that covered. Me, I'm more concerned about what we're gonna do next. Kinda like that space-case we picked up a while back.

[Oh god don't hate him Kirk and Spock it's just the Spidey persona talking]

I know plenty of us younger Turtle-nauts had special powers, or experience dressing up in snazzy outfits to go around fighting the bad guys back home. And I definitely know not all of us are used to working with other people. But for those of us who are still kinda new at this, or just happen to be young enough we haven't had time to create seventeen different contingency plans for this particular scenario. So I think we should pool our efforts, and do whatever we can to make sure we don't get ourselves killed.

Especially because in my experience? Bad things on this scale tend to be followed by more bad things. And bad people getting a little more confident. So let's follow the lead of that rocket jockey and start figuring out what kind of skills we can all bring to the table. If you're up for it, let me know. The sooner we can get together and start helping each other out, the better.

[At least if anybody got too upset, he could always brush this off as organizing in the wake of the power loss. Which was technically true, so it wasn't like he'd be outright lying about this little recruitment drive.]

[ooc note: anyone paying attention to things like location broadcast, etc., would notice this is coming from Pete's home console. He'll be more than happy to ~~lie about~~ explain that too, considering even though reconstruction has started, the place is still pretty thoroughly destroyed. Never know who could creep in.]

hugmagnet

[Carol is seated calmly in front of the console in her suite, long hair braided and pulled over her shoulder, dressed casually in a t-shirt, her chin resting in her hand]

So no powers. Kinda sucks, I guess, but what're you gonna do? At least there's not a dinosaur chasing me this time. [She shrugs, casually, as if she's not at all bothered by the loss of her powers. She is bothered, of course, but she has other skills to defend herself with. Military and martial arts training can't be taken away from you like superpowers can be]

Anyway, the real point of this is that I'm curious. How many of our previously powered population [Alliteration!] actually know how to fight without their powers? Because apparently we're here to fight something and we have no idea how long this no powers thing is gonna last. Just, you know, for reference. And if you don't know how to fight powerless, would you be willing to learn? Actually, how many of our always unpowered population know how to fight? That's probably important. [She just kind of assumes a lot of people without powers would know how to defend themselves. That's how it works in her experience] I know someone else offered to teach and I probably could too.

Just a thought.

agentx13

[ Sharon takes a breath as she studies the feed before speaking. ] My name is Sharon Carter. SHIELD Agent 13.

They've explained to me that it's pointless to try and return home. [ Her brow furrows at that. Time may have stopped back home, but that doesn't mean anything to her. She hasn't stopped working since she brought Steve back from the dead. To think that she might now be cooling her jets as a part of some in-between near-death experience... Damn train. It must have blown up or something. But she should bitch about it to herself later. Back to the matter at hand. ]

I suppose I might as well get to know some of you, seeing as I don't know how long I'll be here.

Not every day I ride a giant turtle in the sunset.

[ She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. Her tone turns wry. ]

And I thought today was going to be weird.

subject223

[ The video turns on to a view of a man’s face, and those observant enough to notice nitpicky details might realize that this is a man who’s familiar with and comfortable using strange bits of technology. There’s no fear in his eyes, no outward confusion or panic. He looks calm and in control, and when he speaks, he sounds like it, too. ]

Hello. My name’s Steve Rogers and I just recently arrived from a city called New York. I was debriefed about the situation and I wanted to offer my help to anyone who needs it.

[ He pauses for a moment as he collects his thoughts. These days, it’s not often that he goes somewhere that people aren’t at least slightly familiar with who he is. Providing a brief resume is a somewhat novel experience. ]

I’ve been a soldier for a long time, but I’m also good with my hands. Construction, farming, hunting, good old-fashioned heavy lifting, I can help with that. I can speak a number of languages, too, if anyone needs translations done. I know I’m new, but I want to pull my weight. So if you know anyone who might need a hand with something, let me know.

[ Offering a faint smile, he gives the camera a short nod. ]

Thanks for your time.

definingfuture

[So here's a guy smiling more than he should be. He looks downright cheerful about the whole alternate world between life and death bit, but looking cheerful is easier than people say it is. His expression is giving off the best "let's be friends" message that he's got.]

I think I hit my head. Which is kind of bad, because I can't afford to have hit my head right now. I was working on things.

Hey, anybody want to play a game? It's called "the last thing I remember". Anyone? I'll go first.

I was just about to finish a late night coffee and watching a fuzzy video with a fuzzy memory that probably means things are not going to end well very soon. The thing about that? If things were going to go bad this soon I would know about it. So that means I didn't just have an aneurysm that dropped my, uh, soul into this period fantasy. Is there a door? There has to be a door. Or maybe not. I admit soul transference isn't really my area.

[He pauses to let all of that settle before he seems to come to a conclusion.]

This can't be good for space-time.

fuzzyelf

If I had known there was going to be a vacation so suddenly I would have booked first class on the coach ride. Or at least have asked the kedan before we moved out for an upgrade.

Not going to be a journey I go on again in a hurry.

[The light smile he had been playing with slowly turns downwards and his brows come closer together.]

They aren't exactly the talkative kind, are they? I'm assuming there are people here that arrived like me? I'm also going to assume that there's probably no point in asking where the exit is, huh?

kazilik

[There is a very disgruntled dragon peering at the camera. She’s a bit of a terrifying sight, being large and red and spiky and ...well, there’s definitely steam coming out of those spikes. She leans close and nudges the screen carefully with her nose, then settles back.]

This place seems very dull to me, I cannot imagine why I was brought here if there is nothing interesting, at all, going on. There is not even a proper aerial corps or a navy, so how is one supposed to gain capital? It is very rude to be snatched up out of one’s home, you know, and placed upon the back of a large turtle without so much as a by-your-leave. [There’s a bit of a huff, and steam obscures the camera for a moment, and then Iskierka has subsided into a sulky pile of curls.]

Granby will certainly be asking after me, even if what the people say here is so, that we are in-between. [And there’s another annoyed little grumble. She has never had patience for this sort of thing.]

I have already lost track of him once, I shall not do so again. Pray, has anyone seen a tall, dark-haired man about? He would be in a fine coat -- gold braid and green, and he is called John Granby. Tell him Iskierka is looking for him, and she is quite alright, but I should like to see him. If you are keeping him from me, I will find him.

eye_of_isis

[The feed clicks on to a very annoyed blondish/reddish haired girl with purple stripes in her hair. When she speaks, she has a British accent, though it’s not very strong. Those knowledgeable about ancient Egypt and its mythology might recognize the amulet around her neck—it’s a Knot of Isis or a tyet]

I don’t care about these kedan blokes or the turtle—though I am sorry he’s sick and all, it really isn’t my fault and there’s nothing I can do to help him, you’d want Jaz for that—I just want to get home. I am a very busy girl who has no time for any of this Tu Whatever nonsense. If anyone as seen my father, and trust me you can’t miss him, please let him know that Sadie’s here and is really very unamused by all of this. He's Dr. Julius Kane.

[She pauses, which for those listening is probably a blessing since she didn’t seem inclined to stop talking. She starts right back up, though]

I’m also looking for Carter Kane, Amos Kane, Zia Rashid, or Walt Stone. [Should she...oh, it can't hurt] Or maybe a small, really ugly man named Bes. I mean it when I say he’s ugly, there is no way you’d forget about him if you saw him he is that ugly. And he’s proud of it, so don’t anyone start trying to lecture me on damaging someone’s self-esteem or whatever. Or even Isis or Bast, who again you really can't miss. But if anyone’s seen or heard of any of those people, let me know straight away.

[She hesitates before shutting the feed off. What else can she say? Hopefully name dropping Isis would get whoever was in charge of this place to send her back]

refusing

[Coming to you from Jim Kirk's flat is one Rose Tyler, who is currently looking all kinds of thoughtful. She's biting at her pinkie nail as she seems to think something over, and almost doesn't seem to realize she's recording. But then it clicks with her that she is and she becomes a bit more animated, smiling sheepishly and waving.]

So, figure now's as good of a time as any to ask this. How do the lot of you manage to stay just... stuck like this and not go completely mad? Not trying to be rude or anything, I just am trying to figure things out.

[That smile fades away, and she's left looking down at her lap.]

I kinda figured I'd be gone by now, that I wouldn't have to worry about long term things like jobs or any of that. But I'm not. I'm still here, and I gotta piece it all together somehow. Guess that means my question really is, where's a good place to start?

withoutaworld

[ Rikki thought about going somewhere to do this anonymously, but what the hell, the people who matter are probably going to figure out (or worry) it's her anyway. So she's just sitting at her own console, face in her hands and not exactly looking at the screen. ]

So, uh... Oh, geez. [ Deep breath. ] Does anyone around here have pregnancy tests, or... I don't know, a way to tell with magic or something?

Please don't yell at me. I promise I'm kicking myself enough already.

seriouslytwisted

[All right Raph has had enough of Leo crawling all over his shell about this so he's going to do a Thing, both to piss off his brother and make a point. They're finally in a place where they can walk around in broad daylight -like they should be allowed to do in the first place- and Leo still insists on meeting people in the middle of the night and skulking around and using FUCKING TEXT OF ALL THINGS RAPH IS NOT USING TEXT THE KEYS ARE TOO SMALL FOR HIS HUGE FINGERS, LEO

So he's just going to. Pose a question.]

Okay people, show of hands. How many of you actually care about the fact that there's a ton of us mutants here?

-Except for Dan, I don't care what you think. [Sorry Dean, he still doesn't remember your stupid name.]

bindsthedead

[Sabriel looks exhausted but also strangely energized, like she's drunk several cups of coffee. There's a book in the background- oddly the writing on the spine is in the kedan language, instead of English.]

Several nights ago I was attacked by the man calling himself Amon. He had.. some kind of ability to control my body. [And Sabriel's expression hardens.] I made sure he cannot use that power any more. [Although she wasn't expecting was that Amon would thank her for it.]

There are several other things I'd like to discuss. I know the kedan are becoming hostile again, and we have learned that we were brought here to battle something powerful, and that not everyone here has the ability to fight.

[Sabriel holds up her hand, and traces a glowing symbol in the air that quickly begins to fade.]

I am a Charter mage, and and I can give others the ability to use the same magic I do. Charter magic can be used to heal, to defend, to attack, and to bind. If you're interested in learning, I will teach you. [Sabriel regards the camera quite seriously. It's been brought up enough that she feels the need to address one concern she's heard.] And if you attempt to abuse that power, I will stop you.

And has anyone heard from Cosette? She didn't show up for her lesson. [Amon's attack is still fresh in Sabriel's mind, and she's starting to worry something similar might have happened to Cosette.]

[Locked to her students; 30% encryption]

I've spoken with Iorveth, and I believe there's something we can do to help with what we were brought here to do.

I want to start teaching all of you about binding spells- I'll explain more when we meet in person, but I think this is the best way we can help Tu Vishan.

[Locked to Iorveth; 30% encryption]

I've learned a little more about what we're meant to face. [And then Sabriel actually smiles.] And something that might be of even more use.

[ooc: Replies may also come from Amon, who's still hanging out in Sabriel's suite.]

hugmagnet

[Carol is seated in front of her console, in civvies. Actually, sitting might be the wrong term. She's more floating a few inches above her chair, legs crossed. She does this sometimes without thinking when she's sitting. She looks mostly unbothered by this whole thing. A little frustrated maybe but at most it seems to be a minor inconvenience]

So. Alternate universes are a bitch, huh? Or whatever you'd classify this as. You would think whatever bigger power it is you believe in would have decided by now that this has happened to me enough but I guess not. Oh well, what can you do? [Said oh so casually like she has just seen way too much of of this shit. Which she has. Weird happenings are sort of a thing in her life ]

Anyway, alternate universe craziness aside, my name's Carol. Nice to meet you guys. Under the circumstances and all. I'm sure you hear stuff like this a lot but let's just get this out of the way first: What's the progress on not being here anymore?

And while I'm asking things, how many people here are from Earth? Better yet, who here has heard of the Avengers, the X Men or Captain America? Or who knows anything about superheroes at all, even if it's not any of the things I just mentioned? Let's just say I want to know for my own reference.

[She'd also like to see just how many people ended up here from her world. Or a world similar to hers. Having more superheroes around never hurt. She pauses and glances off to the side, looking at something intensely for a minute as if considering something very important before turning back to the console]

Unrelated but can the fires around here actually burn things? Just, you know, curious.

magicalpadawan

[Molly is, as ever, a good ways back from her console. Better safe than sorry, right? Today she looks -- solemn would be a good way of putting it. Certainly, she is still rocking the vaguely goth look she's got going, big clunky boots and jeans and a slightly tattered t-shirt. Her hair is now blue, instead of the fading purple it had been a few weeks back. (Appropriate, she thinks, when she sees herself in the mirror now.)

In any case, once she speaks, it's obvious there's something on her mind, though she's not about to tell just anyone what it is.]

They say the Emperor can show you your future. They're not lying. [She takes a deep breath and looks down for a moment, then continues, a little firmer, obviously trying to change the subject now.]

So this whole 'landfall' thing. What's that about? Do we all get to have drinks and hang out at a fancy hotel not on turtleback, or something? Because I sure could use a drink, I think.

[A moment's pause, but this next bit is LOCKED to Bucky Barnes]

We should ....I need someone to-- [There's a soft annoyed huff.] ...I could use a friend, I mean. Come over?

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