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[ Someone is in a foul mood at the moment. Though Akito is doing a fairly good at keeping his irritation off of his face. What he isn't good at keeping off of his face - for the moment, at least - is blood. From both a bloody nose and a split lip. And given the developing redness he's getting on his uncovered right eye, he's in for a decent black eye as well. ]

Gazelle Deliveries will be delayed tonight by one hour and seven minutes in the Metal sector. All other sectors should receive their deliveries on time.

[ huff huff huff. He'll work on healing his injuries himself later. ]
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[ Akito appears upside-down, sprawled on the back of his turtle-friend Quintus and dripping water all over said turtle-friend's shell. Then gathering the water back up into a sloppy ball using his slowly-improving Waterbending skills and dripping it back down over Quintus' head. ]

Hello!

All skating lessons are postponed until further notice! But Gazelle Delivery will still be doing deliveries, so send me a message if you need something delivered, ne?

Striker-chan, we're still on for your lessons if you want them! And Aang, I finished your skates for you - let me know where to deliver them!

[ Pursing his lips, Akito tries to think of what else he meant to say that's safe for unsecured networking. In his distraction he ends up dropping a ball of water on his face. Oops. But oh! Right- ]

Um! We should have a pool party for the baby turtles! We can use Hawke's pool if his suite-mates are okay with it. [ he hasn't actually asked Hawke about this yet, but pfft. ] I know Quin-kun would really like it! Are any of the other turtles interested?


((ooc: Baby Turtle Beach Party Log! ))
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[She's been a little quiet as of late, but try as she might to ignore it, this is something that she needs to say. Sarah takes a deep breath and asks her question, in a somewhat small and shaky voice.]

Has... anyone seen my Dad? He's um. His name is Joel. He's an older man, dark hair and a beard. Wears flannel and a broken watch.

[This is harder than she thought it would be. Sarah pauses to take another steady breath and calm herself down.]

Ellie too. And Tess. I can't find any of 'em.

[She fidgets, eyes downcast.]

Julie's quiet too. And Bro and...

[She's just going to cut the feed there. There's way too many people she cares about gone.]
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[There's an odd crackle on the console screen. A few sparks that seem out of place with the usual static and blips. An obnoxiously loud hiss and a frantic series of bright lights and colours. Then the view starts to focus and stabilize, gradually growing clearer. And the face on the screen is a gruesome, bearded visage that has been oddly absent for a long while.]



Worthless piece of-...Ah? Ahah!

[The image still seems slightly overlaid with static and there's an odd after-image, not to mention a distinctly purple tinge to the whole thing. But the connection continuously clears up as Ixis Naugus appears to fiddle with the 'camera' and adjust a few things before leaning in close and speaking angrily.]

Can someone please explain to me what's been going on out there? A man can't focus on his research like this!
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[Julie's been trying to help get things back in some semblance of order around here, but there's a lot to do and frankly it felt a little overwhelming at times. So she didn't really do a lot to check in with friends which finally caught up to her and she felt bad. Today, she's at her console which is flickering and wavering and screeching on occasion. She's recording from her suite and the video on her end fickers from her with her head ducked down, pen in hand as she writes something on a piece of paper to the very shadowy image of...something...moving on screen. At one point, the feed blinks out entirely and when it comes back on, she's holding up a piece of paper. Her note is short.]

Everyone I know, please check in.

[Whether or not it actually is seen, she's not sure. She holds that note up for a good minute just to be sure before letting setting the paper down and waiting nervously. All she wants is to know where her friends are so she can talk to them.]
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[Ellie clicks on the console. While those who don't know her might think she looks like a normal 14 year old, those that do know her can tell she's trying to distract herself.

She rubs her nose as she ponders how to start this, before thinking that maybe she should even just cut the feed off. But, hell, she made it this far.

Her arm is bandaged up in a rough sling-- something she did herself.]


Sooo... I guess we can talk about what the fuck just happened, or we can talk about something better. Like, okay, I've had some of the kedan read to me?

Guys, guys. Their stories are fucking hilarious. I'm not even sure how someone gets engaged 12 times on accident, but there's a story for that.

And there's a story about the guy who had a huge case of mistaken identity, and owed a stupid amount of debt because someone pretended to be him when gambling.

... And a huge amount of these end up being romance stories.

Don't even fucking ask me.

[she shrugs and offers a little grin]

I asked if there was any stuff about someone pissing off a monster, or going to outer space, but nope. Nothing. Nada.

How fucking weird is that?
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[Hans’ expression is notably solemn as he pops up on the feed today. Grave times, right? Times he conveniently left himself out of because his mun was late on the event train because he’s not really seeing the benefit of involving himself. He’s always been better at standing back and saying the right things.

Hopefully he can still manage that now.]


This is certainly the reality check all of the newcomers needed, isn’t it? [He quirks a brow.] Does this sort of thing happen often? I knew we’d be dealing with things beyond us, but I had no idea it would be so sinister. Though I suppose any scheme that involves kidnapping mass amounts of people is bound to be.

[Ahem.] Regardless, if there’s anything I can do to provide assistance to those remaining here, please do not hesitate to ask me.

On an entirely different note, it might be naïve to ask- but at a time like this it might be nice to focus on the positives. Does anyone have any traditions from home they’d be interested in teaching me? Songs, customs, anything really. It’s fascinating to think we’ve all come so far but some of us barely know a thing about one another.

Whatever it is, I'm sure I'd love to hear it.
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[Midii payed close attention to the Network.  Often.  She saw the conversation passing publicly between individuals.  Noticed the patterns occurring.  Such as the recent increase in people disappearing.  Possibly being sent home.  Coincidently, starting from soon after the Emperor had been killed, except Midii didn't think it was a coincidence.]

[But that wasn't why she came to the Network that day.]

[She had a different question in mind.  Something she had been wondering about more and more, with every conversation she carried here:]

What if...somebody doesn't want to go home?  

Could they make us?  Or would they let us stay?

[Hypothetically speaking, of course.]

[Only it wasn't hypothetical at all.]


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[ Evening. Here is Bro Strider again with a very important announcement. It's pretty important, considering the guy is actually wearing something that is fucking formal looking. His typically spiked, platinum hair is combed neatly and swept to the side, and he is lacking his hat. The light is low.. and.. was a bouquet of flowers..? Yeah, that's right— looks like red roses.
Don't worry. He's not trying to seduce you... I don't think. (??????) ]


Yo.
Valentine's Day is right 'round the corner. That means absolute bullshit to me other than the fact that business boomed back home for me at this time of year.
Jesus fucking dicksacks.
Do people got nothin' better to do on Valentine's Day besides fucking each other? Pretty fitting. I ain't complainin' too much if it brings in the Benjamin Franklins for me, but for real.

[ He lowers his pointed shades for a moment just to wink. Oh, so that's his eye color. It's a really unusual orange. ]

Been workin' on some stuff in my spare time. Like thisthis— not to mention this.

[ As he says each item, he holds them up with the most vacant expression, peering over each item then tossing it aside. Yeah, you're right. This was the guy a few weeks ago who was hunting for a fist to fist fight... and now he's displaying risque looking clothing. ]

Other various things I probably shouldn't show on the public network even though ya'll would get a kick outta'm.
Contact me for any more information.

By the way— anybody got any information on the brothels 'round here? Any information at all is helpful.
Got my own reasons why.

[ With that, he gently takes one of the roses and bites the stem, holding it in his mouth for a moment before cutting the video.
Listen, it could have been worse. He almost wore some of his items and put himself on display. ]
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Sup, bitches.

[ Feed of Bro Strider again. Looks like the dude is still wearing his tailored leather jacket, but lacking his typical gray hat today, golden hair looking a complete mess. He runs the back of his palm over his nose, wrinkling it slightly before dropping his arm. His face, as usual, is exceptionally stoic, and as always, his pointed shades cover his eyes. ]

—Thinking about picking a motherfucking smack down with some people who are interested in actually enhancing their fighting or defense abilities.
The catch...

[ He tilts his head up, then drums his fingers on his chin. ]

—without any use of powers or abilities. Got a few of my own. Pinky-fucking-promise I won't use.
Non-projectile weapons are acceptable. Like swords.

If anyone wants to train with me, holla'.
Peace.
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I knew I’d get this thing on eventually. All it it needed was a few swift kicks to help it along.

[Hawke looks rather smug with himself right now. Despite the crash course given to him, of which he may have zoned out of once or twice, he understands this console about as much as he does magic. The fact he got it working on his own means a lot to him.]

Alright, from what I hear this place is in need of heroes and the like. So much so in fact that they’ve started kidnapping people right off the street. Now I don’t mean to criticize your emperor, but that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Generally it’s considered good manners to ask someone for help instead of just grabbing them by their short and curlies and just dragging them off somewhere.

[He wags his finger in a very ‘you should be ashamed of yourself’ manner.]

Maker, at least people in Kirkwall gave me the illusion of choice before asking me to do something stupid and dangerous. They usually pay me too.

[When he sighs it’s utterly exaggerated.]

Oh well, no use in complaining I suppose.

[Of course that doesn’t mean he’s actually going to stop anytime soon.]

Since I’m here I may as well play along. Chances are this is all some kind of Fade...dream...thing, so what’s the worst that can happen? Besides the possibility of demonic possession.
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Hello..?

[Have yourself a twelve year old girl testing the water on the shiny new thing and mumbling to herself a little as she does.]

...I hope I'm doing this right.

[Oh right. The people can hear her. Sarah takes a deep breath and gets to talking.]

I uh, gotta say, this is some real crazy stuff going on. I don't even know where to start makin' sense of any of it. The Kedan people, the ones that work here? I think they work here. Live here? I dunno. They explained a lot of stuff but I'm still trying to wrap my head around even being here.

[Sarah pauses. When she speaks again it's with a little less certainty.]

Do they ever make mistakes with who they bring here? I'm not sure I'm the monster fighting type.

[Not real ones anyway.]
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