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This is ridiculous!

[There is a small boy scowling up into the console's video feed with a highly offended expression on his face. Not that it was easy to see that much. Even standing on a stool he is barely tall enough to reach the console.]

There can't be a turtle that big. If it was real it would be completely violating the square-cube law. Even presuming that it was possible for a turtle to grow this big, a biological creature cannot scale up like this. The larger an animal grows, the less its proportional muscle strength. According to that law, this turtle shouldn't even be able to move and there should be severe problems with its cardiovascular and respiratory functions. Even if we factor in the exception for buoyancy in sea creatures, this is still far too big. How is it possible for this to exist?

[Belatedly, he realizes that had been just a tiny bit advanced for an ordinary seven-year-old. He hastily pastes on a bright childish smile.]

I saw a program about it on television once! It was really interesting.

ninjainviolet

[ When the feed starts, Sheena doesn't say anything right away, but even though she's looking to the side, it's obvious by what can be seen of her expression that she's very confused.

Finally, she turns to the monitor, then quickly back before slowly dragging her focus again to the monitor. ]

Okay, tremors I can understand. We are on a turtle after all.

But is it me, or is the shell starting to glow?

[ And she turns to the side again before cutting the feed. ]

generalginger

[When the video feed begins, there is a redhead frowning at the screen.]

As far as planets go, this isn't the worst place I've been to. Though I suppose this hardly counts as a planet.

[The frown deepens, and it's obvious that he is struggling to wrap his head around the fact that he has found himself here on a turtle and it's difficult to grasp.]

However, there are some deep-seated issues in this city that should be addressed. How do you expect to have any sort of progress when this place is so divided? There is strength in unity, which all of you seem to fail to see. Instead of competing with one another for power, wealth, and resources, it would be much more logical for all of you to fall in line. Some who have power and autonomy do not always deserve it, and are too feeble-minded for it. Should they cast their support in favour of those who are fit to lead, there will no longer be chaos.

If you're honest with yourself, you can admit that it's what's best for any society.

peacefullywreathed

[The audio comes on first, accompanied by a quiet curse. Then the video appears on Solomon leaning over his console. He's in his apartment, but he's wrapped in his coat and his breath is misting, and he's very pale, as if he's been in the cold for hours on end without having been properly attired. His eyes don't fix on anything, and the observant will notice old scars around them.]

I know there's a number of mechanically-inclined in the city. Our heating's just broken down.

[He hesitates.]

Earlier this morning, actually.

[It's mid-afternoon.]

I don't care if you're Foreigner or kedan, but I'll give you extra if you come now to fix it, and do so before Raine gets home.

[And don't mention the part where his fingers are dangerously blue. Or so he assumes they are, given that they're numb, hence the trouble finding the 'on' switch. She absolutely won't see this before work ends, right? Right?]

dislocked

What does this giant turtle eat?

[ he knows steve is here -- and who knows how many people gunning to catch him. which explains the anonymous text.

also sometimes ex-winter soldiers get curious in between relentlessly stalking the network. ]

highprofilerichkid

((In response to all this nonsense.))

Yes. Milyn's alive. We faked her death so nobody would get it into their head to try again. Maybe it wasn't the best thing to do, but we didn't have much time to make a decision. I'm sorry we lied to all of you.

And before anyone asks, no, we're not handing her over to anyone for any of her proven or unproven crimes. Keeliai has the right to decide if she's guilty or not and what her punishment should be, but it'll be when there's a real representative government and a real judicial system in place, and when we've figured out what the hell is going on. Not before then. Because right now, the city is basically being run by the guy who probably tried to have her assassinated. I'm not handing her over to anything less than a fair trial. That's not up for negotiation. If you've got a problem with that, you can bring it to me.

[He may not have liked this plan, but he went along with it, and it's his responsibility to own it.]

Also, if anyone's thinking of going after her again...

[There's an odd emphasis on "anyone" - Tony knows the Foreigners probably aren't the only ones listening in.]

Don't bother.

[Cold, hard, final. The message is clear: Milyn is protected.]

( Read more... )

holbydelboy

Haaaas anyone seen Enjolras recently?

[Fletch's concerned face appears on the console. He's frowning down at a file.]

Come to think of it, Dove's MIA, too. [Damn. He scrubs a hand over his face.] If anyone's seen them, can you get them to contact me? This is putting a huge strain on the Guild.

Uh, just a heads-up that we might be a bit overstretched until we get this sorted.

Thanks.

purrns

[Adrien appears on the console screen at the Midnight Hotel, looking more than a little perturbed. His usual mask of friendly politeness is starting to show some cracks. While the politeness remains, there's a small sense of being rattled underneath it all. Images from his dream haunt his mind and he knows, he knows they're memories. Not dreams.

Though the memories from home are bad enough; particularly those surrounding his father and the horrible realisation than the man knows more than he's letting on, the way Adrien got these memories is worrying him a lot more.]

Hello! It's Adrien.. obviously, sorry. I just wanted to check in to see if anyone else has ever had something here happen to them. I'm probably worrying over nothing.

So. I just woke up with a bunch of memories from home. Memories I definitely didn't have when I went to sleep last night. I always thought that process was different, that you-

[That you went to Milyn. But she's gone. The reminder is like a punch to the gut and Adrien grimaces in spite of himself. Maybe that's why this has happened?]

That it was different, is all. Any insight or information anyone has would be very much appreciated, thank you!

[[OOC: Adrien has indeed gone through a more unusual canon point. Yay for him.]]

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

[Bright and early on the morning of the first, the Midnight Hotel's janitor appears on the network. For those who haven't met him yet, Erskine could best be described as beautiful (albeit in a manly sort of way) and when he speaks he's very obviously Irish. More interestingly, perhaps, is the fact that when he appears on screen he's upside down. And floating in mid-air. He looks... mildly exasperated.]

Well then. Just when you think you've seen everything, you go and wake up on the bloody ceiling.

[Yep, that's an exasperated sigh right there.]

Heads up--or down, as the case may be--that the gravity's gone a bit pear-shaped in the Hotel. By which I mean everything and everyone is upside down. Because turning people into fluffy white bunny rabbits and making them all spout the truth just wasn't enough, right?

[He pauses and eyes the ceiling--which is down, for him--suspiciously.]

Unless this is all in my head. Which would make some degree of sense, I suppose, but I think I prefer the other explanation. The one that makes me not crazy. Or less crazy. I'll take less crazy, at this point.

[[ooc: APRIL FOOLS! Please see the Midnight Hotel's new log for all the details, but the gist (haha) of this prank is that Anton and Erskine have turned all the furniture onto the ceiling of the Hotel with sigils. Residents have the option of having their shoes--and thus themselves--harmlessly affected or not, depending on player preference. Feel free to encounter Erskine in person, but be prepared... if someone shows up and isn't upside down, he might try to use his air magic to float them up to the ceiling to perpetuate the prank a little longer ;)

And no, not everyone is floating in mid-air. Erskine is flying to reach the console :) ]]

peacefullywreathed

[Solomon smiles brightly as he comes onscreen, lounging in an armchair in his customary shirt, waistcoat, tie. The only concession is that the tie is loosened. Those who don't know him will notice he has a faint Irish accent, and may notice the very faint scars around his eyes as well as the fact his gaze is unfocussed.]

I have a request. It seems someone decided to throw a party, and it was absolutely vital for my fiance to attend while I've been left all alone. She also happened to ... borrow one of my waistcoats. I'm thusly led to believe that there's going to be an exchange in gendered clothing.

To translate: Anton Shudder and Erskine Ravel will be in drag. Possibly a few others as well. Someone go out and take a video for the poor, neglected blind man. Not pictures. Pictures are useless. You could sculpt or engrave, I suppose, but video is probably easiest.

[Attached: The intended locations for the evening.]

purrns

[The welcome centre had, indeed, been welcoming. Which was a pretty good thing, considering Adrien had bust in very confused and very worried. Plagg was more exhausted than Adrien had ever seen him, and it took a lot of convincing that Hawk Moth hadn't just straight up kidnapped him. But he'd been calmed and informed. He still wasn't exactly happy. He needed to be back home. With Ladybug. They were not supposed to be apart. Still. For now, he decided to play along. Not much else he could do.

So a fifteen year old boy will appear on the feed, offering a polite smile and a small wave.]

Um. Hello. I'm Adrien. I'm new here... obviously. I'm still trying to get used to the whole turtle thing. I mean. This is a whole lot different to Paris. Less honeymooners, that's for sure.

[He gives a small, nervous laugh. He has no idea what he's doing. For the first time in his life, he's free without the mask. There's no staff waiting to whisk him away to whatever his father had planned for him that day. There's no schedule. He has to do this on his own and it's as terrifying as it is liberating.]

I guess I need to find a place to live? Does anyone have any idea where the best place to be is? I would be very grateful.

[He startles, as if something has kicked him in the ribs, which; hidden under his shirt, has absolutely happened.]

OW!- I mean oh!. And cheese. Is there a good place for cheese here? Thank you.

[And now he's gonna be the Weird Cheese Kid, thanks Plagg. Thanks a lot.]

edgeoftheknife

It's a locket with a claddagh on the front.

Don't blow it. You're welcome.

edgeoftheknife

[When the video signs in, it's not Erskine sitting at the console like usual. There's no one sitting at the console, in fact, but there's a fleeting glimpse of Anton, who turned on the video, before he moves aside. And then the reason for Anton turning on the video becomes obvious.

Erskine is in the middle of the Hotel lobby, holding a broom, and using it like a microphone. And he's belting out U2's Pride (In the Name of Love) with enthusiasm. Dancing around. Bending against the "microphone" at the really emotional bits. Hitting the screamy parts. And he actually sounds pretty darn good, considering the fact that he's one step shy of roaring drunk.

Valdis shows up in the video for a moment, dancing with him and laughing, and Raine can be spotted in the far corner facepalming and trying to pretend she doesn't know these dorks. They are all, for the record, wearing glittery party hats.

And any kedan or Foreigners that happen to wander by are getting personally serenaded.]

Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your priiiiiiide

In the naaaaaaaame of looooooove--

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.]

holbydelboy

So, um....

[There's a man on the feed. He's looking a bit beaten up, a nice gash on his forehead that's been covered up, but... Yeah. He's smiling. From what you can see of him, he's wearing dark-blue hospital scrubs.

When he speaks, his voice has an English accent. London, if anyone knows enough about it.]

I'm still tryin' to sort this whole "city-on-a-turtle" thing out in my head. It's kinda... a lot to take in. [He laughs.] Must've been a magic grenade. Anyway... Guess I'd better introduce myself. Adrian Fletcher, call me Fletch. I'm a nurse, so... if you need help in a medical capacity, I'm your bloke.

And, well, I can sideline as a mechanic, but you lot don't seem to have many cars around here... and it's kinda been three years since I last 'ad me 'ands on a motor proper.

[He then claps his hands.]

Right. First order of business... I'm gonna need a place to stay. Then... [He looks down.] I'm gonna need to change outta these scrubs. Ain't exactly purpose-built for bein' transported to another world.

And, uh... I know this was probably all covered by the lovely young lady at the visitor's centre, but... I kinda spaced out and just nodded... Sorry, love.

brewglory

[For a first time broadcaster, Severus sounds rather relaxed. Having just arrived yesterday, one would think he would be a little more vicious - but no. He's had his tantrum. There's no sense at all in putting it in the public eye when he doesn't know who's truly responsible for his abduction.]

Isn't it fascinating, the trials societies face, and how they vary from one to the next? Why, before I was kidnapped -

[He isn't even bothering to use the more formal-sounding 'abducted' or the less accusatory 'transported', because in spite of his general easy tone, he doesn't want anyone to accidentally think he's here of his own free will. Someone is at fault, and it isn't him.]

- I was facing the culmination of a civil war. People were dying - scores of people. And yet from what I gather, the trouble here is salt.

[Perhaps he isn't being as disdainful as he sounds; there's a subtle inquiry to his tone, because though his own magic has been slow to return, it hasn't escaped his notice that the fog is causing problems.]

Perhaps I'm simply failing to appreciate the gravity of the situation, in which case I expect some of you would care to help elucidate the matter. By all means.

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.]

Tu Shanshu

[Console | Video]

[ Console | Video ] #2

1. console: video

console; video

text; anonymous.

[Radio]

Video / Console

002 [Console;Video]

Video

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

[console | video/action]

console; video; evening of the 4th

001 [Console; Video]

[handset | audio] private to Solomon Wreath, backdated to 2/9

[console | video/action] it's too late, tonight

[console | video] guess who's back

001 - Video

Audio

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

[console] video; RELUCTANTLY. SO RELUCTANTLY.

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