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[The back of a giant turtle probably is the strangest place he's ever been. There's some close seconds - like the bottom of the ocean for a few decades, or riding a chunk of a flying city that's threatening to come crashing down.

Speaking of:]

Natasha? Do you copy?

[His breath comes out in a frosty little cloud. He remembers the air getting thinner, but not this cold. The last thing Steve remembers at all was talking to her, so if he's lucky, maybe she's here too.

But it's not the first time that he's felt like he's alone in a world that's not his own. With or without a response, Steve will carry on.]

My name is Steve Rogers. I was hoping that other members of my team might be out there. From what I've been told since my arrival, I understand that there was a war here not so long ago. I was wondering if anyone had more information about that. Maybe something that wasn't included?

[Because if there's one thing he's learned, it's that there's always a little more to the story. Steve looks down at something, that little crease forming in his forehead.]

Someone once gave me some advice about starting over. I'm not sure this is what she meant by that, but I'll do my best while I'm here. So I'll be happy to talk to anyone who needs help. If anyone else has suggestions on how to stay busy here, I'll listen to those too.

omnivident

So, does anyone else find the never-ending winter annoying or is that just me?

[ Yes, he is kind of fed up with the constant cold, sleet, and snow. It's May for Pete's sake. ]

Ahem, besides that...[ a momentary pause-- he really doesn't want to be considered crazy for what he's about to say. ] did anyone else get visited by a small child that didn't say anything?

Private to Klaus

Sir, are you, uh, busy right now?

no_light

[Kylo Ren is back on the turtle, with a less dramatic entrance this time. And sans the helmet, which means you get a good look at the frown on his scarred face.]

I have been trying to get in touch with Lord Vader all day, but I was unable to do so. Master, if you receive this message, please respond to it.

[His frown deepens, annoyance bleeding into it now.] I must ask, is it normal to be sent back and forth at random? I found myself back where I should be as suddenly as I appeared here, and with no memory of my stay on this planet. Mere hours later, I woke up in the Wood Sector. When I got to the Welcome Center I was informed that two days had passed. I find it worrisome that I have no memory of that time.

bostonhowler

[ Brigid tucks hair behind her ear, looking at the computer in front of her. ]

While I appreciate the welcome, and the information, I have to say that I am unimpressed with the method by which I was brought.

[ Meaning, she’s a little salty right now. ]

I don’t suppose there is a school I could teach at is there? I can translate four languages, speak two, and have a doctorate in Irish history.

[ She’s hoping there’s some call for her skills somewhere in this place. ]

If not, I also have some skill with Krav Maga and could, potentially, teach that, if there’s some call for it. Basically, I wish to teach. If someone could direct me to a few opportunities, I’d be grateful.

[ She leans forward and cuts off the feed. ]

skeletonenigma

[Skulduggery's at the Hotel console, looking exactly the same as he did when he went missing a month ago. He's impeccably dressed in a suit, hat, scarf, and coat - and also happens to be a living skeleton, for those new to the turtle. 'Back from the dead' has new and interesting connotations where he's concerned.

It's April 1st. It's a little past dinnertime. Skulduggery takes a moment or two, once the video turns on, before he speaks. He sounds the same as ever, too - Irish, his voice as smooth as velvet.]

I promise, I don't do this on purpose.

[That's directed at... a lot of people, actually. Pepper. Solomon. Cain. Raine. Anton. Erskine. Honestly, anyone who's not so much relieved at his return than annoyed.]

It looks like I missed quite a bit. Someone died, someone didn't die, everyone's blaming everyone else, and now we have a person or persons unknown trying to assassinate every prominent kedan in the city. On top of that, I heard something about an earthquake and power outages. Does anyone know more than the barest details about any of this? And if they do, would they be willing to share it?

[He reaches out to end the feed, then pauses.]

Oh, and why is all the furniture on the ceiling?

[OOC: Feel free to approach Skulduggery in person at the console if you're in the Hotel!]

edgeoftheknife

[The video shows a posh interior scene--silken curtains, low sofas, cushions, and more pretty people wandering through the background of the video than you can shake a stick at. It's luxurious. Almost flamboyant. Which, amusingly enough, is still no match for the flamboyance of the person in the center of the video feed.

Yep, it's Rue again. He's been missing in action since the night of the Masquerade, and missing from the network a little longer still, but here he is: he's wearing the closest kedanese equivalent of a frock coat, sky blue and satiny, with frilly cuffs and a wide-brimmed hat as usual. What little face can be seen beneath the hat is powdered and rouged and bears a perfect smile of lipstick. He's even found himself a fancy cane with a silver handle in the shape of a flower.

He's back, and he's addressing the network from what looks like a brothel.

When he speaks it is, as always, in a high-pitched, nasal English accent.]

Good morning my darlings--or is it good evening? I do believe I've lost track of the hour.

[He waves a hand imperiously, dismissing the thought.]

Anyway! It has come to my attention that we've arrived at our destination. A new land to explore, new peoples to meet, et cetera et cetera. So tell me, my dears, what have you seen? Is there anywhere on this new rock I simply must go for myself? How is the culture, darlings? The fashion?

...or if you've not yet gone yourself, would anyone care for a companion?

[There's a suggestive little smile at the end, there.]

wolfstrike

[The man appearing on the screen is one Yuri Lowell, but anyone who knows him might notice that there's something different about him. It's subtle, but it's there. A certain look in his eyes, as if he'd been through some really tough battles. Even his voice sounds a little worn.]

Hey guys, remember those Kedan with the soul gems that disappeared and we dreamed about being in some of our worlds?

Well, they actually are there. Milyn sent me home for awhile and I saw the one I dreamed about and talked to him. At the time I had no idea who he was and didn't remember until I came back. But he definitely knew who I was.

purered

I regret to inform you all that it seems Miss Lazuli has returned to her world.

For those who were her friends, I am deeply sorry.

[There's a moment where he shifts, eyes flicking downwards, but he's back to his usual attentive self in a moment.]

This may make things with the upcoming move tricky - while I'm informed that the tidal surge will be more than enough to dislodge Tu Vishan, Miss Lazuli was one of our primary movers.

I would ask then for anyone who has control of the elements of wind or water to lend your aid in keeping the turtle as steady as possible. I would also ask for help in ensuring buildings are structurally secure. We suffered some minor issues during the primary move, and while I don't foresee disaster, it is better to be safe than sorry.

When the time comes for landfall, any aid in anchoring would also be much appreciated.

skeletonenigma

[As the old year ends and the new year begins - or whatever the closest equivalent is for the kedan, but definitely sometime in the middle of the night when the least amount of people are likely to be sitting in front of a console - Skulduggery appears on screen.

The first thing you'll notice is that he's wearing a suit.

It's a tacky red Christmas sweater suit, covered in snowmen and Christmas trees.

On top of this startling sight, Skulduggery's wearing a knit scarf with reindeer on it, nestled neatly but visibly underneath a different knit scarf with mistletoe on it. In place of the usual 1940s private eye hat sitting on top of his head, there's a knit bobble hat with reindeer antlers attached to each side. He's broken into a small cafe to use their public console, and there's a small group of about four kedan children just visible over his left shoulder singing Joy to the World. It's a halting rendition; these children only learned the words last week. But they're happily humming over the parts they don't remember, and having the time of their lives.]

Hello, Keeliai. Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.

[This is clearly a bid to fulfill the condition of a piece of blackmail during a time when there won't be many people around to witness it. Unfortunately for Skulduggery, messages left on the console network can be saved and replayed by anyone at any time, and his message is unlikely to be buried before morning.

So he might as well add to it.]

Erskine Ravel and Solomon Wreath, by the way, are both planning to overthrow Keeliai's current government.

[Because who else would sic unwanted music on Skul 24/7. Who else.]

mrsarcastic003

[The feed opens on a young man, dressed in clothes that would be best described as 'business casual.' He looks a little uncertain as he addresses the camera, as though he’s not totally sure what he’s doing here.

Again.

Then comes a wry smile.]

Hi. It… looks like a few things have changed since I was here last. I… don’t even know how long it’s been, but judging by how much has changed, I’m thinking I missed a lot. If you don’t remember me from before, I’m Tim Drake, and I’m sure it will be nice to meet you.

[Well, actually, he’s not, because there are plenty of people in any reality that he’s sure it would not be nice to meet, but there’s nothing wrong with being polite on a first 'meeting.']

Uh. Is there anyone around who remembers me?

edgeoftheknife

[The name on the post is Erskine's. Nothing out of the ordinary about that. Usually he makes video posts, so the text-only this morning is a little strange, but not any stranger than the contents of the message itself:]

if ne1 needsme 4 now plleese contact ANTON.I AM TEMP INDISSPOSED

I HOOPE WHOIEVR DID TGIS IS HAVINGA GOOD LAFF

[You really don't want to know how long it took him to get that typed out.]

edgeoftheknife

[Erskine's on the network for the first time since before the fire. He's clearly on the console in the Hotel at the moment, looking tired as usual, although not quite as bad as before.]

Why don't skeletons fight each other?

[Why yes, this is the set up for a terrible joke.

Feel free to poke him in person if you're in the Hotel.]

hexualdysfunction

[Now, what in the fresh hell is this? A new guy, more cheerful than appropriate? Maybe.

Wally speaks with the most affected accent: that of a teenager running a D&D campaign, feigning the voice of a wizard.

That's exactly what he's doing. He's trying to look more professional and wizardly than he really is.]

Good morning, my friends! This lovely day, I awoke to the sun reflecting off the shell of our gracious host, the great swimming turtle -

Which - ah. May or may not be dead. And it wasn't actually the shell, it was a building with particularly reflective windows. But you get the point: lovely, lovely day.

Who has plans today? I have a strong desire - a hankering, if you will - for adventure, and am in search of a party for just such a campaign. I seem to have missed all the excitement with the Chihuahuas - terribly disappointing, I love those little ratty beasts - but I'm sure something else will come along. Now, I find it best if my parties consist of one thief, one swordsman, one bard, and possibly a Paladin or a Monk of some sort. You know. Religious types to keep an eye on our immortal souls and summon the powers of the Otherworld for their righteous cause.

We also need a quest.

I do love questing.

[He has literally never been on a quest.]

I think I'll hold auditions. Please submit your name and work experience to Wallace Sheldon Everett, Wizard, by noon. I'd like to get a much earlier start than that, but I also understand people have other obligations.

unetrustworthy

[The young girl had waited for some time. Watching. Listening. She noticed a certain trend among her fellow foreigners--one that she had yet to become a part of. And as the weeks past and she still had yet to join their ranks...]

[She didn't even bother attempting a smile as she turned the camera on.]

A lot of people have been talking about those letters.

But...what do you think it means if you didn't get one?

[It was almost a rhetorical question at this point; she might not have known for certain, but she could wager a guess.]

skeletonenigma

[The message over the handsets is short, succinct, and to the point. Long story short: the detective is bored, so the first thought to capture some of his idle curiosity gets put to the Foreigners at large.]

Who else has received letters from themselves?

akito

[ sure, he's just woken up. but he's still super groggy and his brain and body feel all foggy like they tend to when you wake up in the wrong part of your sleep cycle. it also doesn't help that he has no clue where the heck he fell asleep beyond 'in a tree somewhere' which is more than a little bit disorienting.

he had something important to post about though - something about... chihuahuas... chihuelans! ]

...Does anyone have a plan for how to organize ourselves for the invasion?

I was thinking surveillance would be good... Get an idea of their strength and methods, then react accordingly?

[ he doesn't sound entirely sure of himself, which is slightly out of character for him. mostly it's because he's sleepy - and he sounds it, given that he has to stifle a yawn.

there's a pause, then-- ]

...When did it start getting so humid? Gross.

((ooc: between school and moving out for the first time... it's been a bit too hard to keep up with RP and since Akito is usually a busy busy bee he has been MIA since August 17th due to being ganked by the Dreaming! and so he thinks it's still August 17th and super duper hot and crazy dry.

someone plz 2 b filling him in?))

thaumatophage

[A teenage girl with a cat-eared headband on is squinting at the camera. When she speaks, she does so with an Australian accent.] Well. Well well well well well.

Well.

Hi. [She shakes her head and the bells on her headband jingle.] No chance of sending out a distress signal, eh? Not that I think this place is bad or anything. I just, uh...I got Stuff to take care of, back home. At least I don't have amnesia this time, right? Heh heh heh... [The laughter is nervous, and trails off. She looks concerned for a moment before turning a thousand-watt smile to the camera again.]

Also, I only have like four Tim Tams in my bag and that is a grave effing injustice.

edgeoftheknife

[The user of this particular handset comes up as anonymous, which strongly implies that the handset is stolen. The voice of said anonymous user is fairly high-pitched and nasal, and the accent is a very posh Queen's English. Almost poncy.

No, strike that. Incredibly, flagrantly, flamboyantly poncy.]

Now then. I gather that I'm on the back of a giant turtle.

Very well, I can bear this if I must.

More to the point--and this is the important bit, mind--I'm on the back of a giant, sinking turtle, and no one can adequately explain to me how they plan to stop said giant turtle from sinking. Moreover, said giant turtle has been all but invaded by some foreign power with ill-mannered, inconsiderate representatives with a painful lack of fashion sense.

Really, Madame Justicar, I've seen better full dress on the streetwalkers in London.

So now, my darlings, can anyone tell me what's to be done about this? Any of it? Are there plans? Schemes? Vague whispers? Tell me everything.

((ooc: Hello, hi, yes, this is Erskine. His voice, however, is all but unrecognizable. Anton and Skul will get this right away, but if you really feel strongly about your character breaking through the disguise, please poke me first? There'll be much easier chances to out him later, I guarantee ♥))

insertdadjoke

Hello, my name is Jacob Kane. [ It looks like Cain is in a kedanese shop somewhere. He waves for the camera, makes sure not to jostle the cup he has by his elbow. ] What I'm going to say is specifically meant for the foreigner population of Keeliai, but in the interest of transparency I'm bringing this up on the public network. There's no point in the suggestion at all if we do anything in secret. That said...

We need some sort of system. No, I'm not talking about government or laws or enforcement thereof, but any type of accountability we can agree to. With the current state of things, it's just not feasible for us to keep acting as individuals — whether or not we have anything aside from our status as non-natives in common, we are a group all on our own and I honestly believe we'd all benefit from having something put into place that would keep us from imploding and possibly taking innocents with us in the crossfire.

Now, at this point, all I really ask is that we discuss it. Ideas, suggestions, thoughts and feelings on the matter. Just to collate how we feel as a whole before maybe organizing a meeting in person to go over finer details. Even if you haven't been here long, or don't believe in the idea of a system, I would like to hear why so we can try to address any issues.

If nothing else, we'll all learn something from the exercise, right?

redlightgreenlight

The Justicar believes believes that we are beneath her, that we are inferior. She believes that we will submit to her will and will make no move against her or her people. She is, in part, correct. As a whole we should not do anything that openly opposes her.

[Her voice is cold, even and completely devoid of emotion.]

However, I will not stand by while these invaders dishonor their dead. These executions on our soil are bad enough without this blatant disregard for the sanctity of the soul. Something must be done. I am certain that some of you will agree with me, just as I am certain that some of you will try to dissuade me.

[A deep breath]

I plan to give these people a proper burial, because no matter what they did while they were alive, they still deserve that.

Tu Shanshu

[console: video]

radio ;

[video; console] searching for grandpa

Video

CONSOLE [video/action] Guess who's back, back, back from the - wait.

[console | video] guess who's back

[Console: Video] Soul Gem Kedan

[Console: Video] [Subject: Moving the Turtle Part II]

[console] video; RELUCTANTLY. SO RELUCTANTLY.

[001] Intro, revisited. [Video]

[console | text/action] morning of 11/7

[console | video/action]

Video the First, In Which a Wizard Seeks Companions

[video]

RADIO | AUDIO | some idle curiosity

audio | handset 2.0

video;

[handset | audio] anonymous user

oo2 / console video;

Radio: Private to Foreigners (Forward dated to the 14th)

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