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[Time for your scheduled public service announcement. At his console, Richard's arms are folded and his tone level. After talking to Sadie, he has realized that they can't continue with people being ignorant of the situation.]

For those who aren't yet aware, in Sinbrilee, there are marble arches with runes on them. The gateways with runs that seem to glow with a faint light lead to the realm of Dreaming, while the gates to Death have runes oozing a black substance.

Be careful of both. The worlds both shape themselves to the minds of those within. Dreaming can be pleasant, if you are in such a state of mind, but if you are not, it can be cruel. Death is always malicious. If you come to harm in either realm, that injury may prove to be very real. [Hidden in the folds of his sleeves, his hand tightens into a fist.] In at least one case, an injury has been. It's most likely that healing magic won't work there, nor any other abilities to protect you that require Tu Vishan's energy to function.

[Richard unfolds his arms so he can brush his bangs from his eyes.] I'd like to know if anyone has done any research on the gateways themselves or the realms beyond. Given that one seems the home territory of the being we've been brought here to handle, some understanding of how to move in and out of it could be an advantage.

kvarterskommissarie

[ Okay. He has practiced answering other people's transmissions. The machines, however foreign, are no longer a complete mystery to him and this really can't wait any longer. He's been too lax as is, really.

Still, there is an awkward stiffness to the way he addresses the network. All too aware that he's being watched and maybe he should've gone for voice, but that lacks a connection between people instead. You people and your technowonders. ]

It's come to my attention that I, uh... have some catching up to do.

I'm looking for anyone with experience in the medical profession past the year 1790 that would be willing to bring me up to speed, in a way. As this would be a great favor to ask, I am of course willing to compensate through the exchange of knowledge or... something else, should that not be sufficient.

withoutaworld

[ Rikki thought about going somewhere to do this anonymously, but what the hell, the people who matter are probably going to figure out (or worry) it's her anyway. So she's just sitting at her own console, face in her hands and not exactly looking at the screen. ]

So, uh... Oh, geez. [ Deep breath. ] Does anyone around here have pregnancy tests, or... I don't know, a way to tell with magic or something?

Please don't yell at me. I promise I'm kicking myself enough already.

imaginate

[ Hi Turtletopia, meet Kyle. He’s wearing a sleeveless deep green shirt, with the words YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE A STUBBORN JERK TO WORK HERE, BUT IT HELPS beneath the Lantern insignia. He’s leaning back in the chair, looking a lot more cheerful than he’s been over the past month. As always, he’s wearing his ring on his right hand. He’s broadcasting from an Earth Sector suite, quite utilitarian save for several maps and diagrams of flora and fauna that have been pinned to the walls, all of which are extremely detailed, a few of which are not finished.

He gives the screen a small wave and begins to speak, his tone even, matter-of-fact, self-assured. It’s not overbearing, but distinctly that of someone who, when he speaks, is used to being listened to, and obeyed. ]

Astrid Farnsworth is missing. [ A text document with her photograph and physical description is attached. There is a very brief clench of his jaw before he starts speaking again. ] If she owed you any debts, made any promises, let me know. Anyone who wants to pick up where she left off with the bakery in Water Sector now, it’s all yours.

[ Moving on. ]

Secondly, for those of you who need equipment, and don’t have the money or means to acquire it [ Constructs of a feather duster, an M16 rifle, and what looks like a portable electricity generator appear and disappear in quick succession. ] I can make pretty much anything, it’s all solid and it works just like ordinary stuff. [ Wryly: ] My sewing machines have been making your clothes for quite a while. [ Beat. ] If it’s new, don’t worry, I’m a quick learner. Size, complexity, not a problem. [ Another pause. ] It’s not permanent, just a stopgap measure if you’re in a tight spot and need a hand. Or five. [ On cue, five hands appear, wave merrily, and disappear. ]

Thirdly, if you have scanners, I’d like to know what you discovered when you tried to use them on the barrier. If you haven’t tried yet, I’d be happy to offer a lift so that we can make an attempt. To our magic users, this extends to you too. By magic, I don’t mean technology so advanced it can be misconstrued as magic, I mean [ emphasizes each word: ] actual proper magic. [ He frowns a little. ] Actually, I’d be interested to know what all of you feel specifically when you are around the barrier or trying to get through it. And just a word of advice, don’t try to fly through it. It’s pretty painful and the water’s cold. [ :/ ]

That’s all.

[ A pause. ]

Right. For those of you who’re new here. Hi. Kyle Rayner, Green Lantern Corps. Y’know. [ Self-deprecating smile. ] If you need a book moved from a tall shelf or something, the Lighthouse is at EA-3B.

[ A small two-finger salute, and signing off. ]

( non-IC cut; encrypted pings )

Current Location: EA-3B

justlittle

[In the interest of reaching a wider audience, Bean has decided not to use his usual anonymous text approach.]

I'm curious, who has had access to the Emperor's library, and what have you found? I don't want my own research to be redundant. Alternately, if you had access, what would you do with it?

If you would prefer not to share your findings with the entirety of the Network, I can make the feed private, or we can meet in person.

Thank you.

philosophe

I have recently come into possession of a copy of a map of this place. It is no greatly detailed thing, more of a topographical map than any thing else. A thought occurs, however; who has seen more than vague maps of this place? If there are so many foreigners here, would not detailed maps be quite helpful? It seems as though things may be hidden; I should like to know your theories.

A note, as well -- I have not yet mastered the art of making an entry on these devices private. Is there a way to do so?

wintershepherd

[ Jack absconds video this time, knowing that the physical symptoms of bruising and gauntness have only progressed, cursing his luck that it seems determined to stay in visible places and afraid that some people will be able to recognize it for what it is. Text is also out, his hands too knobbed and swollen to consider the console's keys even if he had the patience for it, the tips of his fingers developing faint rings of black. ]

I'm going to be a little scarce for the next few days, around town and for messages. I'm taking a few days off for some R&R! Something like that, anyway.

Doctor Natu, I'm sorry but I won't be able to bring you this week's delivery for the clinic. I should be able to do next week though?

[ private to Pepper & Tony ]
Hey... can I come over for a few days? I promise I won't take up much room. I, uh... kind of need to borrow your freezer.

[ private to Zatanna ]
Thank you for the blanket and the company, and for listening. Sorry if things are going to be weird -- weirder? -- now. But flamethrower? That's just cold.

[ private to Bunnymund ]
You can manage a few days without me, right Cottontail?

[ Jack's tone is teasing, but he's worried about the pooka and feeling guilty that he hasn't told Bunny exactly all of what's going on. ]

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[OOC: Based on the aftermath of being called on his current state and his revealing conversation with Zatanna, Jack will be off-network from Mon-Wed of this week to chill out (literally) by comandeering the walk-in freezer at the Stark Building in the Fire Sector. ]

backwordscompatible

[Zatanna hasn't quite made it down to the city yet. For several reasons. She's only slightly put out by this fact, but not afraid to show it on her face.]

Am I the only one a little disturbed by the fact that they're taking blood samples to get into the city? I mean, sure, there might be ways around that, but I--

[...and here, her stomach chooses that moment to interrupt. Loudly. She grimaces, more from actual pain than embarrassment, as she absently reaches for her abdomen with one hand.]

...should probably mention they weren't kidding about the curfew thing, either. I still think they were overreacting; it was only a few hours...before sunrise....

{{PRIVATE - Evastelei}}

[So, it turned out Annabeth was right; once she took a good look at the cell phone she'd been given, the answer practically smacked her right in the face. How was she supposed to know the phone only actually called one number?]

[Maybe nothing would come of it. Like she said, how many answers could she had if she was asking them for help? But still, she wouldn't be able to let it go until she gave it a try.]

[Not in her room. 90% Chance of eavesdroppers. She brought the cell phone to an isolated location in the park, took a deep breath, and pushed the button.]

97_percent

[ The girl on the screen holds herself like someone who's used to being in front of a camera for an audience: she's comfortable and relaxed, her eyes on the camera instead of the screen, though she keeps tipping her chin down like she's looking over glasses she's not wearing. ]

My name's Georgia Mason. I know most of you probably don't recognize me, but I've actually been here for a while, so no need to do the whole welcome wagon thing or answer a hundred questions. Just the one, really: has anyone put together a single briefing packet we can hand out to newbies so we know everyone's on the same page and no one has to play twenty questions?

I'm well aware of the issues with translation when it comes to text, but you can't seriously tell me that having random people answer whatever questions you can think of while generally still in shock from having your whole worldview turned inside out, or watching and listening to literally hundreds of hours of posts hoping you come across what you're looking for is the preferable approach. So before I start compiling a Turtle City FAQ, could someone tell me if something like that already exists and just isn't ever used for some reason?

While we're at it, I know there have to be some computer programmers around here. Could we please get someone on some sort of Babelfish for these things? Because infodumps are a hell of a lot easier in text form, and I don't have the patience to re-edit a video every time I need to add something.

sophos

[There are times when she really, really hates her dyslexia, and one of them is now, when she'd much rather do this in text. But it's too annoying, more time consuming than she wants to deal with right now, so avoidance via audio it is. Annabeth's voice is guarded but casual.]

I promised some time ago that when I spoke to the Emperor about looking at our individual futures I'd share the results. [A beat.] It works. She can do it. It'll cost you something, but it's within her ability and in my case, it was the truth. It's reasonable to assume it would be in others.

[There's an idle tapping noise and a slightly longer than normal silence before she speaks up again, a little less distanced, but there's still a new heaviness, if you've spoken with Annabeth in the past. She shifts in her chair, but the sound of it is... odd, more of a rustle than seated squeaks.]

I'm sure some of you have heard that Tu Vishan is making landfall soon, or at least noticed the kedan preparing for something. I doubt it'll be exactly the same environment as the last time that happened, but if this is new for you, there's something to be aware of, especially if you're planning on going ashore. The further you get from the turtle, the weaker any potential powers or technology get.

I think it's because the turtle is a power source - thus, the further we get from it, the less abilities and powered tech functions. Magic, for example, wouldn't be usable after a certain distance. If you don't have any of that, not much will change. It's slow, and you'll notice it happening, so at the very least, you shouldn't have to worry about some random weapon or ability suddenly ceasing to work. [She might have gotten this theory from another source but w/e w/e.]

If anyone's wondering what the last continent was like, ask away. Though there's plenty of others who went, too, that you could speak with, and continents are always different anyway.

littlecousin

[Hey folks, it's Nita! She's back and seems a little the worse for wear--her hair and skin are looking dry, and she's not nearly as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as usual.]

Uh, hi everyone. I'm out of jail. [Obviously. And she's displaying no awareness that leading with that might give new people the wrong impression.] I'm fine. Evandau just wanted someone to harass about the cloning facility. [She's checked the network and seen that Percy went public with that.]

I might be butting in here [and she clearly doesn't care] but has anyone taken any technological steps to remediate the ecological damage? [Nita does not usually break out words like "remediate."] I ran some numbers on carrying capacity, and it's not pretty. [She holds up a sheet of paper covered with equations in her handwriting and a truly terrible overhead drawing of the turtle labeled with various scribbled notes and arrows.] I want someone to check my math, though. Mister Stark? Or somebody. I made a lot of assumptions and I probably missed something.

[Accompanying the video transmission is a text file in English that has her math transcribed. It's a back-of-the-envelope solution based on a lot of conservative assumptions and oversimplified in places, but all the calculations are right, and Nita clearly knows a lot about ecology and the math behind specific problems like soil erosion and agricultural output. The file does not, sadly, include ASCII art of her turtle diagram.

Nita's conclusion is that Keeliai is in trouble unless Something Is Done.]

Anyway, I'd be interested in talking to the engineering and science types about this, 'cause I think we can at least buy some time even if we can't fix the underlying problem.

( encrypted 30% to Arthur, Mera, Kaldur, Percy, Septimus, Amon, Tarrlok, and Finnick )

( encrypted 30% to Kon )

[OOC: Anyone capable of hacking the default encryption, go ahead! Nita just hits the button labeled ~~"Batman please read this"~~"private" and calls it good.]

andaway

[Kal-El seems to be posting from a cafe in the water sector, judging by his surroundings. A cafe that has seen better days. Kal's face makes it obvious he wasn't expecting the cafe to be in such a state when he got there, seeing all this go on without being able to help is really hitting him hard.]

Superman here. I'm aware the rationing is the hot topic nowadays but there isn't... much I can do about that. I will do my best to help out Roger's food bank and if anyone needs me to do so don't hesitate to contact me but for now you will have to forgive me for deviating from the topic.

This last month I have noticed a lot of foreigners that happened to have powers with them that were... not sure what to do with them at best, outright scared of them at worse. I want to help with that.

I am a super-powered being myself, we are called 'metahumans' in my world. I was thinking maybe there should be some kind of... way for us to meet, to talk about our problems. To train each other if our powers are similar, to help us out when it's needed. I'm not sure where I was going with this but that... well, that was my suggestion.

[A little shrug and a smile] I would like to hear people's opinion in it?

[Private to Evandau]

I was told you were in charge of the rationing?

assassinates

[Shelby's pretty much gotten the hang of this communication thing. She watched carefully when that kedan had shown her what to do, and she's been watching Garrett from the background. Whose terminal she is using now. She's just not the best at communicating or people skills, so she pretty much just stares at the screen for a few minutes, as if she's unsure of what to do or say now that she's set it up. Enjoy having someone stare intently at you, everyone, and be glad that it's not in person ~~for now~~.

After another moment, she finally speaks. Her voice is soft and low.] My name is Shelby Rook. I'm looking for a dragon. He's about the size of a pony, dark red in color, breathes fire. I have found the other person the dragon was with, so I can only assume he might be here as well. He answers to Bubbles. [A pause, and then a slight smile.] Try to not run from him; he is still a deadly predator, regardless of size. [And it'd suck if people started going after her dragon for such a silly thing like him eating them or something.]

[She leans back somewhat, head tilting.] I have been told we are to work here. I... have a varying set of skills, including some medical training. [And other things. You want a bitch killed? She'll kill a bitch. She likes killing bitches.] Thank you.

shorttempered

[A young man in a bright yellow and blue costume turns on his webcam and stares blankly at the screen for a moment before beginning to speak.]

So uh, I figured I should meet the new neighbors since I'm stuck here and I've been told this is the best way to do it. Hi, my name's... [He reaches up to touch the fabric around is ear.] Invincible. Jeez I really have to stop getting so used to wearing the costume, forgot if it was on or not.

...

Does anyone happen to know if this In-Between place is like a multiverse thing or something, if you know what that is? I'm trying to get a sense of my bearings and the Kedan weren't exactly very helpful.

Uh... Not that they aren't already being ridiculously helpful right now what with giving me a room and some money and all that...

[He tugs at the back of his hair and sighs.]

Can someone do me a favor and tell me again that I can't just wake up or fly out of here? The Kedan must have told me about 20 times but I figure I need to hear it at least 20 more before I start to believe it.

Thanks... and sorry this got depressing fast.

[And with that he quickly turns the camera off before he can further make a fool out of himself.]

flawedgoods

[If Favrielle looks distracted and not quite as polished as she usually does, it's because she didn't sleep much last night, and is very clearly worried.]

Has anyone seen or spoken to Nita--that is, Namorita Prentiss, in the last twenty-four hours? I expected her at dinner last night and thought perhaps she had just forgotten, but I'm having difficulty reaching her. She's not responded to my private messages...

[She pauses, a moment, as if expecting an answer, and then continues.]

For those of you not acquainted, she's average height, blonde, and beautiful, really. Her ears taper to a point at the top, and she has wings on her ankles. If anyone has any news of her whereabouts, it would be very much appreciated. Thank you.

imaginate

[ Video feed clicks on. It’s Soranik’s Earth Sector suite, but she’s not alone. Kyle is standing to right side of the screen, wearing a deep green sweatshirt that has a white insignia - for those who’ve noticed, it’s the same as his ring. His arms are folded, he is standing up straight, shoulders squared, he’s a little tense about the jaw, but otherwise comfortable. ]

[ On the left is Soranik, and she’s wearing something similar to Kyle, only this time it’s a tank top with the same insignia. Once she registers that the feed is working, she gives a slight nod to Kyle. ]

[ He looks directly at the camera. His instinct, of course, is to begin with ‘We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming’ but this is Corps business. (He doesn’t do Corps business usually, Salaak does.) Which means when he speaks, he sounds a little strange for people who’ve heard him talking normally, but the words roll off easily and confidently. He’s clearly accustomed to it. ]

Good morning, Keeliai. My name is Kyle Rayner, of Earth, and this is Soranik Natu, of Korugar. [ A pause. ] We represent the Green Lantern Corps. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the name, it’s a paramilitary organisation [ wow how to find analogues? He goes for an Earth equivalent ] kind of like UN troops, but on a galactic scale.

What Honor Guard Rayner means--[ He interjects immediately: ] Lantern Rayner. [ Tense silence. ]

What the Torchbearer means is that we are trained to adapt and help when and where we can - this place is no different.

[ Kyle shoots Soranik a cold look, but decides to keep quiet. ]

[ She ignores him, and continues on - holding up her right hand, green ring clear. ]

This is called a power ring - each Lantern has one, and how we’re able to patrol the universe effectively. Whatever we can imagine, it can create.

[ He unfolds his arms and leans forward. The cold expression is no longer there. A map attachment is added, with Soranik’s quarters marked out in red. ] We’re temporarily based in EA-3B. If you’re in trouble or need us for anything, one of us will be here at all times. We also have a clinic attached. [ Beat. ] Lantern Natu is the best doctor in Guardian space. [ With the tone of: ‘I don’t say this lightly.’ ]

[ She doesn’t make any attempt to argue with him or downplay her skill, because she knows she is. ] It should also be known that if any of you decide that you’d like a power ring of your own - you’d be better off forgetting about it. Neither of us have the time nor the desire to tolerate attacks and we will win.

[ Kyle’s only outward reaction is a brief quizzical look at Soranik. He turns back to the screen. With an implied ‘this is more for your benefit than ours’: ] What she means to say is: the rings only work for us. Torturing us or attempting mind-control in order to get them is a waste of your time, [ said as though this is a perfectly normal thing that happens to them, because it is. Also said quite neutrally, like he’s not terribly concerned if someone tries to do it. They'll lose, after all. ] we’ve been trained to resist extremely effectively. And killing us isn’t going to work either. The ring will just become unusable.

If you have any further questions, please feel free to ask. Honor Guard Rayner and I will answer them to the best of our abilities.

[ Kyle tenses slightly at the rank, but otherwise simply nods, waiting for any comments or questions the public might have. ]

[ooc: Green is Soranik, black is Kyle.]

thequeensown

[It has been a few days since her arrival upon Tu Vishan, appearing in an unfamiliar palace. A few days to adjust to technology she'd never before encountered... a few days to adjust to half of her soul being ripped away, if such we're possible (she still thought her inability to reach Rolan was simply due to the exhaustion of her Gift and possible distance)... a few days to begin to recover from the injuries she'd obtained before her arrival.

A few days too many, in many regards.

Though her arrival had neutralized the killing effect of her argonal poisoning, she was still incredibly sick. It was something she'd debated with herself for many pain filled hours, reaching out for help, but in the end she admitted that to not do so was both irresponsible and idiotic, despite her empathic shields still not being at their full strength. She knew that she was likely projecting without her shields stable, and that those with empathic or telepathic abilities were surely to have picked up on her; she wasn't 'quiet' when she projected. Even trying her best to rein in her errant emotions, it was still likely that the residents around her were still being effected by her at the edge of their perception. So, she activates the console in her own living quarters, unmindful about projecting her general location via any identifying marks of Water in the room itself behind her.

Being as how she hasn't done much more than clean herself up in her own apartment, she looks quite the worse for wear when she appears. Bruises, though fading, still color her face, and her lip is obviously healing from a nasty split. Her hair hasn't gotten more than a cursory wash and combing, the ringlets framing her face in a tangled disarray.

Be grateful you can only see the bruises on her face, for their friends decorate a good portion of her body. What isn't covered in healing bruises bares a new variety of scars, both magically and physically administered during her imprisonment.]

My name is Talia... Chosen of Rolan... [She closes her eyes, nausea sweeping through her before her abdomen tightens in a painful spasm. She closes her eyes during it, nostrils flaring widely as she waits it out. With a sharp exhale she refocuses her attention on the console's screen.]

If there is one in this place, I require a healer... There is little enough I can offer in repayment other than the coins I was given at my arrival... and my appreciation.

sciencewhizard

[ So the question Wally really wanted to ask here, after having been settled in his suite by those lovely, if odd-looking things that brought him from some palace, was- did they really expect him to buy the whole "in-between life and death" thing? This felt way too real, compared to that time he had been stuck in the Helm of Fate, even though he could feel pain in that instance.

If this was something remotely like that place inside the Helm, anyway, it was a lot better decorated. Empty blue space could get really old, really fast.

Still. He wasn't too impressed with the story as it was told to him, and he figured he'd test the waters on this network. ]

So, introductions are in order. Name's Wally West. I'm sixteen years old and from Central City. [ ASL, much? ]

Anyone want to tell me how far we gotta row a boat out til we hit the studio door? [ As if this were a movie about some reality TV show, obviously. Seriously, though, he was rolling his eyes a bit. It probably didn't help that the last thing he could remember before arriving here was a mission going sour due to someone's insecurities. Duplicity, which he figured was being dished out here, was not doing anything to make his mood any better. ]

spacehipster

[ It's bright outside, as a disheveled man, looking a fair bit mad with his bow-tie askew, addresses the console cheerfully. ] Helloooo, citizens of the Tu Vishan! This is your captain speaking. Not really, but I do like the thought of being a captain, at some point. [ He winks. ]

I'm new, obviously, and it seems I'm not alone in that, so hello, fellow news, and good day, dearest olds — though I suppose whether the day is good or bad or simply so-so is entirely subjective. [ He sticks out his tongue briefly. ] Still, it tastes like an awfully good day, if you ask me, which you didn't; but it's a bit late to protest as I've already told you.

Anyway, I'm curious about some things, so let's skip pleasantries and go straight to queries, if you're so inclined. [ He holds up one finger. ] Thing one: where and when are you lot from? An approximation is fine. And don't worry about confusing me if it's complicated or timey-wimey shenanigans are involved. I happen to be rather quick on the uptake.

[ Two fingers up, like a peace sign. ] Thing two: flatmates. [ said as if it is the newest, most delicious word to ever be spoken. ] Apparently, I'll be lodging in WO-2B, so if you're also lodging in WO-2B, I am led to believe that makes us mates of the flat variety. In other words, lodgers, roomies, neighbors. etc. Which means we really ought to get together and chat a bit, maybe eat crisps, talk about girls — standard flatmate stuff. Yeaaaah. Flatmate stuff. Love a good flatmate, I do.

[ Three fingers and a grin so wide, it nearly splits his face. ] Thing three: great, big, sexy, blue box. I'm looking for her, and she's probably looking for me. Tangentially related, large-nosed Roman and shout-y ginger. May or may not be with the box; most definitely with each other. Probably kissing. [ kissing noises go here. ]

Oh, I'm the Doctor, by the by. Lovely to meet you all.

usavatar

[He's in his uniform for this post, or the approximation of it that Favrielle made - the dusty brown of US army formals in the Second World War, not the modern dress greens or blues.

For a breath as the feed comes on he looks tired, but it vanishes as soon as he speaks, friendly and neutral.]

Good evening. It's come to my attention that a number of you are familiar with some version of me, and I've been lax in either introducing or making myself available for questions. Steve Rogers - Captain America, for those who'll find the title relevant. Please, feel free to come by my suite whenever you need to. The locals know when I'm out, but someone is usually there.

[Two addresses - the first being his apartment, the second being a location in the Earth Sector.]

The other reason I wanted to address you all is that for the past few months I've been working on furnishing a sort of safehouse in the Earth Sector.

Seems more relevant now, after what happened when the turtle went under. Again, I'd like to make the space available to anyone among us who needs somewhere to stay, temporarily or otherwise, and to offer it up as an emergency location where we can mobilize during future crises.

[A pause, while he considers whether or not he's forgotten anything. A crooked smile.] I think that's it.

Tu Shanshu

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