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You know what I want? A pizza. For those of you who are familiar with it, I just realized how long it's been since I've actually had a good pizza, and it's almost criminal. For the rest of you, you don't know what you're missing.

You think we can get a pizzeria started somewhere?

And while I'm thinking here, is anyone really that uncomfortable? It's not so bad once you figure out the secret to it.

[The smile he puts on is deliberate and smug. It's the kind of expression he gives when he knows someone else wants him to have a bad day just so he can ruin their plans. Or maybe he's just trying to piss someone else off. Who knows?]

Want a hint? Here's a hint: When is a door not a door?

[Locked; encrypted 30%]

"Ajar" doesn't sound like "a jar".

[Locked; encrypted 50%]

That's not even the answer I'm looking for. But this is the next clue.

[Locked; encrypted 80%]

M must be for marshmallow. And we all know that marshmallows aren't that intimidating.

The answer is adaptation. The riddle was just for fun. Also it's when it's ajar. [No it wasn't. It was "code" or "back door".]

notagiraffe

Um... hello... [Apart from the lesson from the Kedan on his first day Taiki has never really used his computer. Sometimes he has watched or read posts, but never responded. It feels too much like interrupting.

He's never made one either, but he's been here a month now and he still hasn't managed to get a job. He's a bit worried that people will start getting mad at him for it] Um... I'm Taiki, I live in the Water District and um... I was told I needed to get a job and um... I didn't know who to ask...

[He's ten and his job back home was what he exists to do, so the concept of applying for work is new] Um... I'm not sure what I could do, I can fly really fast, and um... I can read and write and I will work really hard.

asoothingvoice

[What's behind Bianca isn't the scenery of her suite in Earth, or even one of the console cafes in Keeliai, though it certainly bears more resemblance to the latter, just in the middle of being redecorated- or, to be more exact, refurbished. There's definitely a lot more of a 'medical' feel to the background than one would expect at first glance.

She also looks to be on the tired side, but that probably goes for most everyone lately.]

This is a bit of a late announcement, [She was too busy running around earlier] but to make it clear to everyone: Eshai Memorial Hospital is now open, ahead of schedule.

[And there's a location ping, showing where it is in the Metal Sector.]

The Soranik Natu clinic is still open and being run by attached nurses, but the hospital is better equipped for more severe injuries and for more people.

If you haven't seen anyone for injuries from the last couple weeks in Keeliai or in that bottle, come in.

[She's saying it fairly nicely, but there's no way to ignore that that's an order.]

(OOC: Feel free to have characters go to the hospital in with action. It's not entirely finished up though, so some areas are closed off or sparsely furnished.)

wrathfulkhan

[Gene turns on the feed and is about to speak. He opens his mouth to say something, and then, quite suddenly - there is a large amount of snow coating his hair. And half the inside of his suite. Among the snow is a vast collection of random junk, including some Angry Birds robots and other things people may recognize as once belonging to an absentee trickster god.

Also there's a bloodhound. A bloodhound which is rolling around in the snow and saying indistinct things about entrails and murder. Standard stuff, really, for a bloodhound.

Gene closes his mouth, whatever he was about to say forgotten in the wake of this new fuckery. He looks back, taking in the scene behind him for a good five seconds, and turns back to the camera, his face a mask of utter, dangerous calm.]

Loki...

[He takes a deep breath. The mask of calm shatters when he yells:]

...what the fuck?!

jirk

[Just another day in the life of Jim Kirk. He has a cup of coffee off to one side, and he's dressed in his command golds. He's not big on the network, but hey. Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty.]

Bryn Zethir is gone. She left me in charge of the Brazen Turtle, so if her employees could touch base with me so we can work out where to go from here, that'd be appreciated. Everybody else, first drink's on the house.

[A slight pause, and then he wets his lips.]

And for those of you that knew her, The Archive has returned home as well.

[That seems more like a footnote, tacked on in as casual a way as possible, but anyone who knows him knows the deflection's just an act.]

animosus

[Hal's recording this from Barry's place and he looks uncharacteristically hesitant.]

I think Barry's gone. My ring can't find him and I know it couldn't find people when everyone did that ghost trick a while back, but he also left his-- [He belatedly realises he can't say Flash ring.] --wedding ring behind and he'd never forget it.

[He falls silent again as he figures out what else to say.]

It's like I just got him back and now he's gone again. [He hasn't worked it out, but it feels like in all the years he's known him, Barry was dead longer than he was alive.]

I never really paid attention to what people did in this situation, but I guess I should tell Bart to get over here. Anything else I should do?

tuffguy

[ The video starts off with a close up view of a pair of eyes, but that is quickly fixed. Bolin's face comes into sight, giving not only a good view of his beautiful and gorgeous smiling visage but also of a room! Some of you might recognize the room as being a part of Mako's home. Speaking of which, Mako is currently in the background, working on something. ]

Well, I finally figured that since I've been here for some time, that I should introduce myself!

So, hey there. My name is Bolin, and some of you may have already met my older brother, Mako.

[ Bolin, moves out of the way, so that Mako can be seen a bit better. Mako is too engrossed in his work, and all he can do is just raise a hand in greeting, not even turn around to face the camera. Wow, what a loser.

Bolin makes a face before he takes up the screen once again. ]

Right! So... how is everyone doing today?

candystriped

So which of you idiots are going to this kedan powwow thing tonight? I need to know who to send sympathy cards to when you all come home with STDs from whatever weird experiment they're planning to do on you.

And by sympathy card I mean I want an embarrassing picture to post online.

baniichan

[Barnaby's curls look as perfect as always (thanks for the recommendation, Monet!), and he wears a pleasant, polite expression when his feed turns on. Some people might notice that his way of speaking is measured and deliberate, as if he's quite used to having all eyes on him.]

Engineering has always been an interest of mine, especially robotics. I didn't get much time to devote to it, though, mainly because of my hero work back home. [Or, rather, he didn't allow himself the time, but...details.]

Although I have no trouble keeping myself busy these days, I still have more free time than I'm used to. Other people here can relate, I'm sure.

At any rate, would anyone be willing to lend me some technical manuals? Or, alternatively, tell me whether there's a place where I can find something like that?

Thank you.

ellectric

[ She'd been paying attention as much as she could when the kedan explain the console to her, but part of her had thought that it couldn't possibly be that difficult. All you have to do is hit the button. Easy. Right?

She blinks at the screen to make sure it's working, and then immediately lifts her hands from the controls. Right. She still doesn't have great control over her electricity, and she doesn't want to blow out the closest thing to a television she has. ]

Hi. I'm Elle. Bishop. So they told me about how I'm living on a turtle now and how I might be dead, or might not be, whatever, but I need to know if someone from- from my world is here. [ She tries to sound more braver than she feels, but her eyes still look afraid and she can't figure out what to do with her hands. She has to get it together. People feed on weakness. She can't let them think she's weak.

She takes a deep breath and pastes on a smile. ]

I'm just saying that you guys shouldn't leave a cutie like me hanging on this.

[ They've got to be out there, right? Someone she knows has to be here. Someone from the Company. Someone who can tell her if Sylar got away, or if Elle got Noah killed without meaning to. If the other Level Fivers were caught.

Maybe someone who can tell her if Sylar really did her. ]

We- we still have to eat, right? Even though we might be dead? So... who cooks for everybody around here? Where's the cafeteria?

[ Please, please tell her that she can eat for free. She doesn't have any much money, no more access to Bob's moneybags, and she doesn't know how to cook. She isn't dead - maybe at home, she is, but not here. She could starve. Forget starving, she could go with only one change of clothes. For days.

A familiar tingling sensation wraps itself around a finger, a thread of blue lightning appearing from her skin. She quickly drops her hand out of sight. Maybe that was too fast to see, right? Yeah. Good. She's got this. ]

Okay-bye.

[ And then she hurriedly cuts the feed so she can focus on deep breaths without anyone seeing. Breathe, Elle. You live in a freaking treehouse now. You don't want to see what will happen if you panic.

It soon occurs to her that she might have pressed the wrong button, and she double-checks. A second later, she curses under her breath. Another second, and the feed is successfully cut.

Note to self, concentrate when using the console. ]

puppetfetish

_{[ While other people are out and about in the snow, this certain Texan is staying indoors as much as possible.
Hey turtle-crew. Here is mysterious text guy that has been bothering you over the past week or so. Looks like he's climbed out of his shell and onto video, though it isn't his preferred method (in actuality, Bro prefers to be the person behind the camera... but that's another story.) The dude is tall, and his flaxen hair is spiked high. It typically is covered by a hat, but this evening, it seems he's going without. He's also wearing a black undershirt with black slacks, sculpted muscles rippling with his movement. ]}

Hey.

_{[ So what could this six-foot-something-tall, beef-cake guy want? The way he was stoically looking at the camera was a bit intimidating, umber colored eyes hidden by a pair of pointed shades. Behind him in his suite there seems to be a mess of all sorts of fabrics and materials he has obtained, along with a stray sewing machine.

He looks off to the side for a moment, lacking any expression, then turns his attention back to the feed. ]}

I'm selling handmade cute shit.
Come and get it.

_{[ .... Okay? Not what you'd expect from a guy with his looks and physique, also not the greatest sales pitch, but maybe you ought to inquire further. ]}

Also taking commissions.
Bitches love commissions.

_{[ /end feed right there. ]}

violetsedanchair

[Walter appears again, wearing a white lab coat as usual, in front of his blackboard.]

Dear friends! It seems our chelonopolis has its mind set on visiting the landmass in sight. Some of you may remember my proposed plan from my previous transmission:

[He takes a step back and flips the blackboard around, revealing that he has not wiped away the chalk from last time:

OPERATION "BRINGING HOME THE BACON"

1) ACQUIRING PIGS

2) AN ACCEPTABLE SUBSTITUTE

3) SYNTHETIC PIGS

He picks up the chalk and draws a circle around 1) ACQUIRING PIGS.]

I aim to mount an expedition to the landmass to determine whether any specimens of pig can be secured. All assistance or advice in this endeavour would be appreciated. If you wish to volunteer for the expedition, or if you have any information or experience in porcine acquisition, let me know.

For the record, I have no plans to engage in illegal activity to secure the specimens. So far we've only determined the legality of interdimensional pig rustling, moreover, it would be very bad manners.

[OOC: Landfall thread]

funkindofwicked

[There is the sound of something crashing against a wall--mainly because Tea threw it--but it's off stage and nothing hints at what it might have been. She looks a bit annoyed--or maybe a lot annoyed--and glaring off screen for a moment.]

-you sit still, damn it, before I take an interest in taxidermy. [Then she finally turns her attention back to the screen.]

So I found something that looked interesting in one of the domes and instead of running off into the wilderness it followed me home. [By which she means she bought something and then wanted to get rid of it but it won't go away. And then there is a bark from off screen she barely acknowledges and the sound of something else falling and hitting the ground.

Suddenly there is a blur of white coming from off screen and Tea reaches out, snatching it by the color and lo and behold it is a white dog that is very enegetic and trying to keep her attention. It doesn't have a collar on.]

I'm sure someone out there would love a chance to play with man's best friend again, if he happens to belong to any of you. [Much much sarcasm because she took off the collar and cape and knows exactly who he belongs to and plans to see if he'll come out and admit it.] If not, would anyone be interested in a special dog that needs a home [that is not with her]. I'll even make sure he's neutered before you take him off my hands.

[Said dog does not look that pleased about her offer and jerks his way out of her grip and back down to the floor, moving away from her. She doesn't care as long as he stops getting into shit. Who the hell decided a dog needed super powers?]

{OOC: Superman will be getting his dog back...eventually. Tea just wants to make him work for it.}

asoothingvoice

[This was, unfortunately, something she had experienced before, and even with that, it still took her a couple days before she was able to make this announcement. Even with knowing that it meant that he was hopefully home. She wasn't willing to break down where everyone could see it.]

Jaime, my son, is no longer here.

Tony, Miles, if you could come over to the clinic at some point, I'd be grateful. He left some instructions for where a few things should go, in case... this happened.

[Still hard to say.]

That's all. Thank you.

bacondivination

You go too far, Iron Man! You know not what you have done, knavish cullion. I will relish taking my revenge, make no mistake. I hate you, hate, with every ounce of my being and this shall not be a mistake you ever dare repeat.

[ Loki's mad. Real mad.

Just in case that wasn't obvious. ]

I was on level four hundred and thirty-three! [ His voice goes high enough it cracks on the last word, and he huffs before continuing. ] Why would you even do that? Is this not against your Midgardian Geneva Conventions? Candy Crush Saga should be sacred and untouchable.

[ He hasn't even checked his other games yet. He deflates somewhat, plaintively fussing: ] It's just so rude.

fdaterminator

[It takes a while for Colby to say anything after he turns on the feed. He knows what he wants to say but he's finding it hard to say what he needs to say without sounding like a total sap. Finally, he manages to get out:]

...If anyone's looking for Tony Chu, he ain't here anymore. Anyone with any outstanding business with him or whatever, come to me and I'll take care of it.

[A sniffle can be heard right before he turns the feed off.]

afirewithfashion

[It’s colder than it was. The light enters his new suite enters at a lower angle, casting long, ugly shadows. He hasn't taken the time to rearrange this one. He doesn’t like the deep stripes, like bars across the furniture, and it would be almost nothing to move things, give the room better flow -- but every time he tries, his hands begin shaking. He holds them under the desk, out of sight of the console.]

I don’t know exactly how much time has passed.

[He can’t account for it, the gap in his memory. Oh, he remembers. Late summer sunlight, sitting at the table, gathering the pleats of fabric, pinning them in place. The chill light of the city, filtered through the water, as the turtle dove. And then nothing. He sits in front of the console, dressed far too lightly for the sudden onset of cold weather. But his face shows none of the near panic, the unanswered questions. Just a pleasant, even expression.]

It’s obvious that some has; at least several weeks. Is Finnick Odair still here, or maybe Katniss Everdeen?

[Katniss was gone, but maybe... There’s a sick twist of hope in his gut that he struggles to keep hidden. Katniss would know. If she’s here, she could answer the questions that he desperately needs to know the answers to. But he can’t hang his hopes on that.]

Well, even if they aren’t, I’m going to need to get my feet back under me. I’m opening up commissions for made-to-order clothing. My name is Cinna -- I previously worked in Favrielle no Eglantine’s dress shop, and I have several years of tailoring experience. I’d hope there is someone here still who can vouch for my work.

[But he doesn’t know -- it could well have been years. Where was he, in the time he can’t account for? Who had him? He swallows.]

Thank you.

parallels

[Clara has still been under the weather the past few days and so she's been avoiding the network even more than usual. But now she something to say. She turns the video on, coughs, then clears her throat before speaking.]

Hullo. Clara, by the way, if you don't know. Been stuck inside with a nasty cold for the past few days so I've been doing a lot of reading. Well, more reading than usual. And so I've finished with the third read through of all the books I've managed to recover here.

[She gestures to a pile next to her. There's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, The Little Prince, Pride and Prejudice along with a few other Austin novels, and Canturbury Tales. All of them have significant wear.]

So I was thinking and had a clever thought. Plenty of people I've talked to are also quite into reading and I do imagine we're in the same miserably situation of having only a few books in English or otherwise Earth languages. Like I said, I'm on the third go for mine.

But if we all exchanged books that we had we had with each other, we'd be able to actually read something new and not just go for repeated viewings. Even I'm getting a bit bored these and they're my favorites. Might be able to get in a few new good reads. We could even lend out books to anyone who doesn't have any.

Spread a bit of literature about, get some new books to shove our noses in, it's a brilliant plan if you ask me. And not just because I thought of it.

[She grins but then coughs and sniffs before biting her lip. Like she's unsure about if she actually wants to say what she has to say next.]

And if you haven't heard, the Doctor, the funny one with the bowtie, has left the turtle. Won't find him anywhere.

[She shakes her head before looking back up at the screen. It's clear that it was something that she felt had to be said,]

So English or other earth language book owners, give me a ring. Let's discuss each other's collections. Make a few swaps. Maybe we'll even make it a club.

hulkintraining

[The console turns on to the sight of Teddy's anxious face and in the background the viewer can just make out the shape of a giant egg laying in a pile of blankets on the floor.]

I'm calling all turtle egg parents here. I'm a new...,uh parent I guess. Man that is really strange to say. This is my first time taking care of the egg by myself. I guess I was just wondering what are some of the ways you other egg parents take care of your egg. Like, do you ever leave your apartment? Because I have to admit the idea of walking around out there with the egg is kind of intimidating.

So...yeah. Help? Please?

[Teddy scoots in closer.]

I have another question for you guys, and this one probably applies to a wider group of people here. I know that a lot of people here have powers or special abilities that are unique to them. That's probably old news to everyone, right? What I'm interested in knowing is what kind of powers or abilities does everyone have? Think of it as a kind of survey. It might become useful in the future to know that we have twelve magic users and only two telepaths or whatever. [If not it will certainly satisfy Teddy's geeky need to categorize as many new heroes and their abilities as possible in his head. He's definitely missing Wikipedia right about now.]

You don't have to give your name if that makes you uncomfortable. Feel free to reply with an anonymous text if you want. To start things off, I'll go first. My main talent is shape-shifting. But I also have some other handy abilities like super-strength and a healing factor. [The anonymous text idea is really for people who want to keep their established secret identity a secret. Teddy feels more comfortable being open about his identity here where he's surrounded by other people with powers, but he knows there are probably others who don't feel the same.]

nerdylilspidey

[Someone is healing up and recovering quite nicely. Which now leaves that someone with a new, very serious problem.

Peter's… kind of bored. So he hops onto Kaine's console, since he's been staying with him while recovering, and opens up a video feed. Mask-less and in the Kedan clothes that Tony got him, he offers the network a sheepish sort of smile.]

Um… Hi everyone. I have a real quick question, while I'm still trying to get a feel for the layout of this place… Would there happen to be some kind of library around here? Just… I wanted to like, catch up on some reading that I've wanted to do for forever.

[ Wow, you're lame, Parker. ] Though if there isn't one, then… That's totally fine, too. Just curious, that's all.

Tu Shanshu

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[video] - from Kaine's suite

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