tushanshu | Entries tagged with † sadie kane

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.

eye_of_isis

[So when the video opens, it's from Sadie's console. But it's not Sadie's face on the feed.

It's Leo's. And then his mouth opens and it's...vaguely British?]

So, three guesses who I woke up as and the first two don't count. It's Sadie. In Leo's body. And he's in mine. And I hope he knows that if he does anything stupid in my body, I will take great pleasure in setting his flat on fire.

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!)

hackingyoursensors

So I've been here almost a year and I'm wondering if the Emperor hands out anniversary souvenirs. [Something in his heart twists when he says 'souvenirs,' but it doesn't show. He misses Wally more than he can say.] Like maybe "I was ripped from my reality and put on the back of a magical turtle to fight mystic evil and all I got was this stupid t-shirt." Or a mug that says "#1 captive."

[He's trying to pass it off as light joking, but people who know him well can tell there's a tinge of bitterness in there.]

[But ignore that because here comes the mock-drama!]

Anyway, that's not why I'm talking to you all today. After almost a year, I've finally done it.

[He holds up a pair of chopsticks holding what seems to be some nice, gooey homemade mac 'n' cheese.]

Yes. I've successfully made mac 'n' cheese. More or less. A moment of silence for all of the noodles that sacrificed their delicious taste to my formerly-awful cooking.

[Dick pauses for a moment before popping the mac 'n' cheese in his mouth. But at least he has the manners to swallow before talking.]

So I'm ready for a new challenge. What are your favorite foods? I know most 21st century Earth food, but you might want to describe anything else. Oh, and I'll need a few metaphorical guinea pigs to help me taste-test.

[He specifies because there are some people who are of a prankster nature.]

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?"]

fotia

[AND BAM! Suddenly there is a picture of a decapitated robot head filling your screen. You're welcome, Tu Shanshu.

The photo is pulled away then, revealing Leo sitting in his suite filled with metals and sketches and other materials of the mechanic variety just scattered everywhere and in every direction, and he's looking more than a little excited at his discovery.]

So! Robot head. I found one in the ruins. [He also went through pretty disturbing death and dreaming hallucinations while he was in Sinbrilee, but the only hint that he's still shaken about it is the brief pause before he speaks again.] If no one owns it, I'm taking it. Finders keepers, blah blah. If you're the owner of this super cool robot head, you have 24 hours to get back there and take it. And your time staaarts... now!

[Click! And the feed is gone.]

eye_of_isis

[Sadie starts the feed with a new necklace (a shen amulet), a photo without a frame, and a small bag]

First, does anyone know where I can buy a photo frame? I don't want this getting any more damaged than it already is. It's a bit important to me.

[Seeing how it's a family photo....

She holds up the bag]

Second, so we've all seen those gems lying around the new city, yes? Would you believe me if I told you that they're edible? And before anyone asks--no, I don't make a habit of putting gemstones in my mouth, but one of the ghosts was bothering me and wouldn't leave me alone until I took him up on his dare. They're delicious and I haven't been hungry since I ate it. Just a tip, what with the rationing only ending a little while ago.

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.]

skybluejeep

[A pair of big brown doe eyes are peering into the camera at extreme closeup, like he's trying to dive into the lens and spot people on the other side. Finally, the eyes pull back, and the video focuses on the rest of the face to go along with the eyes. It's a teenager, with a really weird and ambivalent expression on his face. In the background are his new digs, still shiny and new and clean, and obviously a suite in the Earth sector.]

Wow, okay. This Skype connection is weird, it says I'm on but it's not giving me any user names or pings or anything. It's either broken or I'm doing it wrong, either of which is possible, I guess.

Um.

Yeah, so, I'm Stiles, I'm seventeen, I'm new here and I'm apparently dead. Or something, maybe not. Gotta love that whole hot mess. I thought the afterlife was supposed to be a bit more, you know, well-defined and concrete. ...For an ethereal possibility that's never been proven, except on bad basic cable "Reality" shows.

[Oh, the sarcasm.]

Anyway. Okay, this is a long shot, but does the town name Beacon Hills mean anything to anybody here? Maybe? Beacon Hills, California? 94166? Yes? Holla at yo hometown. ...Please?

Current Mood: confused

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.

andaway

Superman here.

[The voice Kal uses is definitely Superman's. Now that he's got (most of, he notices these things) powers back he doesn't really feel like hiding.]

And I'd like to say this kind of situation is why I suggested training for those metahumans who wanted it. Not to train an army, just to help out. It'd both avoid situations like the one in the clinic and to ensure everyone who didn't have any metahuman ability would be less ready to jump on a kid who was pulling a prank.

Just because some of us have abilities that could be dangerous doesn't mean we are going to use them. Please let's not turn this into a witch-hunt, I've seen enough of those and they never end well for either party involved.

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.]]

charmspeaks

[There’s a beautiful, dark skinned girl with choppy hair looking at ease with the console as she turns the video feed on. She actually looks pretty calm, other than the nervous movement of her hands, as if she doesn’t know what to do with them, and the way she keeps looking around her, as if she can’t believe where she is. After a second, she gives a hesitant smile.] It’s kind of nice to use one of these and not worry about any of the problems that come with it. [Problems being that technology and demigods don’t exactly mix, you know.]

I was wondering if anyone could fill me on the situation? I couldn’t get any answers from the guys who brought me to this suite, which is really nice, by the way. [She sounds a little put out by that, the fact that she couldn’t get answers.] My name is Piper. [No last name, in case people here know her dad, and then she has to go through that awkward explanation phase that, yes, her dad was that hot guy in those movies.]

I’m also looking for my friends. Particularly a guy named Jason. Blond, really good looking, he likes to follow rules. [A grin now.] Although, I guess if any of them are here, they’ll find me this way.

liveagain

[The face that appears in the video feed is young with golden eyes and doesn’t seem to be aware that her console is broadcasting video. She actually looks a little confused as her brow crinkles as she tries to remember what the kedan said about using the console. For those actually paying close attention there’s a hint of concern in her gaze. ]

Oh…

[There’s a slight shuffle as she props her chin in one hand and leans on her elbow, her other arm crossed over her chest.]

Hello. [Another pause and her lips purse for a moment. This is almost as weird as sending an Iris Message honestly.] My name is Hazel Levesque. I was curious if anyone might be willing to give me another quick tutorial on how to use this console. They went through it really fast.

[She falls silent again, as she tries to figure out if she should ask about her friends.]

I’m looking for my friends if they’re here. [The way she says it makes it clear that she’s torn about whether or not she really wants to know if her friends are or aren’t in Tu Vishan, but she covers it up by moving on to the next matter of business and making her voice shift to a more chipper tone. The image however, continues to hold a certain amount of concern and the crinkle between her brows still hasn’t gone away although it isn’t so much confusion anymore as it is worry about what could be happening at home without her.]

And maybe a job, as I’ve been told I will need to find one in order to be a productive member of the community. I’m good with horses and art. I hope those are useful to someone here, but I won’t mind jobs like cleaning or organizing either, they were regulars on the duty roster back home.

mopirates_moproblems

For a group of individuals claiming to possess such a wonderful variety of talents and skills, you all seem incapable of anything but running around like a nattering clutch of sheep.

These random broadcasts of distress onto the network are disorganized. They're also worthless, unless specifically the right person happens to see your post. A single compilation of these complaints, easily referenced and comparable, would be much more useful in detecting patterns. Further, if there are individuals in specific crises -- for instance, a severe lack of food -- arrangements can be made to match them with those able and willing to ease their distress, in an attempt to discourage rioting.

[And now, a heavy sigh: he cannot believe he is doing this, setting himself out as a stalking goat, but someone has to. Well, if he were crasser, he could make a comparison to the Admirality and the direction excrement flows in any bureaucracy.]

I volunteer myself to organize and compare such a database, if anyone would like to register a complaint or request.

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.]

iguanasolution

[Frank begins this post by raising his hands up.]

First of all, sorry. I know you must be tired of all these 'oh no we've lost our powers what do' posts if you didn't have any powers to begin with but it is kind of a big deal. And we don't even know how long it will last. So.

Yeah.

[Deep breath, exhale]

Alright so, we're focusing on training without powers and stuff- which is an awesome idea, and I offer my help to anyone who would take training from a teenager.

But maybe we should also be wondering why? Is it really because the turtle is sick or is... someone [hint hint]... trying to make us as vulnerable as possible? If that's the case we should really be getting ready for an attack.

disfavored

Out of curiosity: For anyone here who has...powers, I guess [He's still not used to saying that, but 'bending' doesn't adequately describe the abilities of most people here.] have you had any difficulties, lately?

I guess I need a better explanation than that: I train quite extensively every evening and it's been getting noticeably more difficult lately. This'll sound a bit dramatic if I'm just struggling for other reasons, but I figured it couldn't hurt to check.

[That, and, after seeing himself lose his bending when the Commander showed him his future, he's a bit on edge about any disturbance where that is concerned. He's somewhat hoping it's just him - a lot has gone on lately, after all - because he can more easily fix his own problems than something that's happening to everyone.]

truesight

[ well this is. weird. and Rachel has some heavy experiences with weird, weird is practically her best friend. so the fact that she looks a tiny bit confused when the transmission starts, the fact that she's sort of wincing in that 'hey, I'm the new kid in class, sorry if I start glowing and rambling on about things that make no sense' way she's adopted since she gained her abilities, is saying something. she can't really be here, she knows she has things to do back home, the Oracle doesn't exactly get a vacation, not when Percy's missing and three new heroes show up to camp, only one of them can't remember anything, and they've just left on this quest, and it's all very stressful and worrisome-- rightright, she can't be here.

but she's already got the 411, already asked around until someone pointed her in the direction of her suite, even managed to get someone to show her how the computer works. not that she's tecno-challenged ( she had a flip phone back home, okay ) but she doesn't want to mess anything up here. if this is some kind of test, some weird game the Gods felt like putting her through even though se's as mortal as an be, she's going to do it right.

even if she has a really bad feeling that this has nothing to do with Apollo's terrible sense of humor. ]

So. Hi. [ here's a quick wave ( are there scribbles on her palm? yes ), a nod, and a You-Betcha-This-is-at-Least-50%-Forced grin ] My name's Rachel Dare, I'm a Gemini, and I'll draw a very flattering portrait of the first person that volunteers to show me around this place, completely free of charge. I've already started a little map, but- [ she's looking at her hand again tilting her head ] -it's really just the directions to get to where I showed up, to here. Which isn't much. I'm a visual kinda girl, so you'll have to be patient enough to let me sketch while we walk around. I can handle being dropped into an unfamiliar place with little to no background information, but if I'm going to be living here? I'll need a map and for someone to point me in the direction of the best place to get strong coffee as soon as possible.

Oh and hey, Apollo, if you can hear me? [ she's squinting at the camera now, not maliciously, but in a 'challenge accepted' way ] I've totally got this under control. [ nodnod, oh yeah, then she reaches up to shut off the feed ]

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