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[Mavis comes online shortly before sundown, her darkened room brightened marginally by the short candles (the last of her stock) scattered about the suite. Her expression is serious and her arms are crossed. When the candlelight shifts marginally, one could almost say she is pouting, but she totally stopped doing that in her fifties.

Oh, and she's standing on the ceiling, appearing upsidedown on the consoles.]

Hi. Mavis here. [Here, she falters, discontent.]

It's obvious that I'm not the only vampire here. [Yeah. Surprise! ...even if she doesn't actually know how many there are.] It's also obvious that certain other vampires -- [She rolls her eyes; naming no Batmans.] -- aren't setting a good example for monsterkind. [Forget naming. This disappointed look she's aiming at the console? IT'S FOR YOU, BATMAN.] They act surly and grumpy and it's setting monster perception back centuries. We're talking Stoker era backwards, guys.

[Right. The point. Mavis straightens up, unfolding her arms and thumping one hand decisively into the opposite palm.]

I want everyone to know that not all vampires are sour pumpkins! [She stresses this point, starting to pace back and forth on the ceiling.] Most of us are really great and just want to live peacefully with humans. And kedan. [Oh, yeah. She suspects all this kedan negativity to be linked back, in part, to Mr. Growly McBatpants and his PR failure.]

Soooo, to make sure no one else misunderstands us, I'm coming out of the coffin to answer any questions you have about vampires. [A deep breath, then a smile.] I mean, daughter of Dracula, right? I kind of an expert. [A nervous laugh.] It's totally cool! Don't freak out or anything. I don't bite. [Her smile bares her fangs, but that's part and parcel of the whole vampire shindig.]

newblood

Hi, everyone. [ a quick, cheerful wave and matching smile. ] I'm Caroline Forbes, and I was wondering if I can help anybody here with anything.

Back home, I'm basically my town's event-coordinator and the junior head of community service. Additionally, I'm an experienced sober coach [ ha. ] and a relatively experienced life coach [ unlife coach. ]. So, if you're suffering from the turtle island blues, then I can totally help you change your tune. I also happen to be a grade 'A' body guard [ which may be surprising, considering her...everything. ] and an awesome shopping buddy.

I'm kind of a superhero, too, I guess, except more super than hero. [ another smile. She's fitting in with the crowd. There are plenty of superheroes around, right? Nothing special to see here. ] I mean, I don't really do much for the greater good, but I can mess with people's dreams — and I know that a lot of you guys have bad insomnia or suffer from nightmares, at least.

So, if you'd like to, y'know, dream of fluffy kittens and rainbows for a change, I can help with that.

nefertiri

( Evie is looking far more at home. She is, carefully, turning the pages of a large tome. Beside her, there is a lit candle. While some might find the flickering light bothersome, Evie is used to it. Within the various pyramids and tombs of Egypt, she depended on torches for light. Going back to electricity - even if it's available (she hasn't checked) - doesn't seem necessary.

After looking over one page, she marks her place with a strip of leather and looks up. )

I am making progress with the native's language. I stumbled across a poem that seemed to outline their alphabet yesterday. ( The alphabet is the bare bones of any language. She won't be able to do much with it, but it's a start. ) I don't mind sharing the information with anyone who might be interested.

( She shifts and picks up a spare piece of paper, tucking it into her bag. )

Aside from that, I think it's time I started exploring other sectors. Perhaps on foot would be best?

virginprice

[The acute observer may notice two things different about Alcuin. The first is that there's a faint pattern of lines on his forehead that seem to form some kind of mark. The second is the bruise on his temple- the edges are fading to yellow and green, but it's still dark purple at the heart, though somewhat hidden under his hair.

But he doesn't seem to be minding either of them, instead looking pleased as he holds a small book in his hands.]

Some of the fruits of our docking at that city were sweeter than others.

[That's a joke. Definitely a joke. He hasn't been in evidence much, besides going to work everyday. Landfall was rough.]

A friend of mine was kind enough to gift me one of his discoveries- a book of poems written by my lover, Anafiel Delaunay. I cannot guess how it came to be there, but I am so glad that it was.

[He runs his fingers over the cover fondly.]

You see, back at home these poems were banned. It was unlawful to speak them aloud, or even to own a copy- not through any fault of the poetry, there were politics involved. But I would like to read you one of them, one of my favourites. It will be the first time that it has been spoken in public in many years.

( Cut for length and vague sexual content. )

[He closes the book, smiling softly- caught in a reminiscence of Delaunay. After a moment, he remembers the camera and turns it off.]

bindsthedead

[Sabriel looks exhausted, but there's a certain note of satisfaction in her voice as she speaks.]

Atam was... interesting. I found several rather interesting things there. [Two of them are laid out behind her- a trident and a sword.] Including two books of Charter Magic from my own world. The shopkeeper said he simply found them one day, which brings me to my next point. [A brief look of anxiety comes over Sabriel's face, and her tone becomes something between a student giving a presentation and a teacher giving a lecture.]

I know the kedan are unfriendly, and that many here cannot defend themselves. Since I was a child, I have been taught how to wield a sword, and was tutored at my school in the basics of sorcery, and I want to share that knowledge with those who may need it to protect themselves.

[And Sabriel's long white fingers trace a glowing symbol in the air- the mark for light, to be specific, and lets it collapse into a bright pinpoint of light, illuminating the room.]

Charter Magic is not a toy, and can be a powerful tool in the hands of the skilled- a tool to harm, create, heal... or do many other things, if you know the correct symbols and have the power to use them properly.

[Sabriel lets herself relax a little.]

If anyone has any questions or would like a further demonstration, I would be happy to answer any such request here. And I have one inquiry of my own- is there any business in Keeliai that will hire foreigners?

[ooc: More info here (And please comment so I can keep track of how many people have already signed up) and here, for more info. Comment in either entry for ooc questions!]

lostundercover

If we make it to the land, can we.. actually go look around at the place without getting arrested?

And if so, who's going and why would you?

[Private to Kyle]
You can stop looking.

[Private to Bruce Banner] - (added a few hours later)
I have those blueberries, for you teaching me the code. Just don't ask where I got 'em.

[Private to Evandau]
( (Message below cut) )

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.

notamachine

[Much as he hates saying 'told you so'--no, that's a lie, he enjoys it very much sometimes--he just can't resist the urge. He's been watching the kedan get more and more aggressive by the day. Hell, he just lost his job, too. Good times.]

Considering everything that's happening, maybe the next time I tell you people that these kedan aren't friendlies, you'll actually listen.

[HAHA NO, NOBODY EVER LISTENS TO DEAN 8|]

amonfire

[ Amon comes into view; he sits at a cherry wood desk that is an elegant piece with waving designs carved into the wood. So faddish that it appeared to enjoy a pride of place against his otherwise spartan suite. On it before him are two glasses. In one glass is crystal clear water catching the light coming in from an unseen window, and in the other is a murky sludge with black sediment at the bottom.

With no preamble Amon opens proceeds to delve right into the matter at hand. ]

Efforts are being made to clean the water that suffered the worst of the pollution in the Water Sector. I bring this to your attention because I'll be seeing to it that there is water safe for consumption made available to the clinic I work at in the Earth Sector, and in any homes here in the Water Sector as it never hurts to have an emergency supply on hand should rationing start up again. Or should you wish to have water on hand when making the trip off the turtle now that another landfall is on the horizon.

That still leaves the deplorable state of public waterways here, but we're doing what we can. You have one Namorita Prentiss to thank for spearheading the initiative; I am merely playing my part.

[ There is a brief lull as Amon shifts in his seat. The only movement he's made throughout his little spiel as the mask obviously obscured any facial expressions. ]

Something else I wanted to touch on that is unrelated to recent events. It occurs to me that, among the foreigners, English is the dominant language. For someone whose native language is far removed from English, specifically Mandarin Chinese, I find text posts and anything written to be an obvious challenge. [ If this confession is an embarrassment for him it doesn't show, not even in his tone of voice. ]

I find it in our best interests to be on common ground in any possible respect, and that includes communication. If there are any native English speakers willing to take on a student I would be forever indebted to them.

Also, I invite others who share my problem to consider my proposal of broadening their grasp of written English. Might come in handy down the road as this place is quick to remind us that nothing is for certain. One of these days we could very well be faced with another crisis, and one that impinges on our ability to communicate.

( encrypted 30% private to Tarrlok )

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.]

poeticverses

[Compared to Jehan's last post a week or so ago, he looks much better. He's slept, he's eaten, and he's up for trying to interact with people again. He smiles a bit shyly when the feed clicks on, blushing as he usually is]

I wanted to apologize if my...behavior last month upset anyone. I was not feeling well and wasn't thinking clearly. I hope that anyone I upset or worried can forgive me. Ah...and I wanted to thank everyone who offered assistance. I am--it was greatly appreciated.

[Understatement of the centuries. This is followed by some private messages, all of which are absurdly easy to crack. The guy's from 1832. He's just happy he can make the private.]

[Original Amis sans Marius]

[The smile's gone, and Jehan is serious]

I wanted to...to remind everyone that should you feel as I did last month I am here to listen or talk or simply keep you company. I know what happens when you shut yourself away, now. I do not want that to happen to any of you.

[Dorian Gray]

[Shyly:]

Is it too late to accept your offer of that flute, Dorian?

angermanaging

[He's seen a lot, experienced a lot, that would be considered unbelievable, but this is something else. Bruce had taken a few hours to himself to make sure he was calm, do his breathing exercises, and trawl the network with a frown. But ultimately he has to say something, he realizes. This isn't a place he can remain in isolation, as uncomfortable as that makes him.

The camera shows a serious-minded man with dark hair, face lined with tiredness but nonetheless alert and attentive. He can't resist taking a moment to complain about the illogic of it all first.]

You know, I'm pretty sure the many worlds interpretation is time asymmetric. Even if world splitting happens, why would world merging ever... [He stops himself. Sighs. Okay, yeah, physics isn't going to help him much here, is it? He can't even be surprised.

Bruce runs a hand through his hair, pushing onto practicalities without transition.] So what exactly is the process for getting a job around here? I'm not picky, but-- I have the most experience in mechanics.

And, uh. If anyone knows where I could get some superglue, I'd appreciate it.

Thanks. [He finishes the broadcast intentionally without giving his name; there's one split second of awkward pause, and then he switches it off.]

[ooc: People from other Marvel verses, you're free to recognize him as Bruce Banner or not as you want. And his permissions are over here if you need them!]

justlittle

It has come to my attention that text on this network is not translated the way spoken word is. It is for that reason that I'd like to offer my services as a translator. I speak Common-- English, French, German, Dutch, Spanish, and some Armenian. I am working on learning the Kedan language, and can learn any other language if given the time. Please respond to this posting with any requests. Thank you.

[The same message is then written in Dutch, Spanish, French, and German.]

lostundercover

Anyone have any suggestions for a job around here that might- might pay a little more than the average?

[He's clearly choosing his words carefully, trying to hint at a deeper meaning.]

( Private to: Evandau, Ariadne, Spencer Reid, Kyle Rayner, Dominick Cobb, and Eames )

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.

epigrammatical

[In which Lord Henry treats the text feature as if it were a telegram service.]

[Text, private to Dorian Gray]
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[Text, private to Alcuin nó Delaunay]
( Read more... )

[Open action nice choice and not so nice, post-trainwreck choice]

[ETA: Disturbing conversations about murder and possible eventual bad behaviour within.]

idkmybffpyramid

[One of the first things you learn in the Turks is not to let your shitty mood interfere with your work. One of the other things he's learned in his time is that having too much pride makes an excellent painkiller. He's sort of come to turns with the fact that he doesn't know this place well enough yet to not ask for help, but by george is he ever unhappy about it. He can, however, do a quick once over of the last few months on the network and hide the fact that he is in agony right now - it's probably obvious that he's hurting, but he's also going ahead and acting like it's no big deal.

Have one battered and bloody redhead speaking to you all casually and whatnot, Keeliai!]

Just for reference: This definitely isn't the Lifestream?

[because that would suck. but he also feels like he'd know if he was dead, and so he presses on with that same tone.]

[SHRUG] Anyway, uh. I could really use a doctor or a heal or a potion, if any of those are things you have around here. [...] And a new shirt, while I'm at it.

Thanks. [should he introduce himself? ??? ??] Name's Reno, by the way.

lostundercover

[Backdated to Feb 14 afternoon]
[The video flicks on to show Bourne seated in front of the screen at a cafe. His nose is swollen and possibly broken and blood covers his shirt. Costigan is standing awkwardly not far behind him. To anyone remotely trained, it's clear that Costigan's left shoulder is dislocated. Both men show subtle signs of bruises developing in their faces.]

[Bourne speaks first.] Can anyone recommend a doctor in or near the Wood Sector?

You have any idea what kind of medical treatment they have here? Thanks a lot, asshole. [Costigan's pretty much muttering from the background.]

[Bourne totally ignores this.] We just need someone who can reset his shoulder. And possibly my nose. [There's a pause, and when he speaks again, he sounds dead serious with nary a hint of Blatant Lies.] He fell out of a tree.

[Costigan shows no sign of disputing the obvious lie, but he cuts in anyway.] Tell Reid I'm fine.

Reid? He's fine, apparently. [Bourne's 'tree' canard does not go any way towards explaining why he has a busted-up face too. It was a tree, dammit. Trees everywhere.]

[Black is Jason Bourne (

brokenweapon), navy blue is Billy Costigan (

lostundercover)]

frostlike

[All that's visible at first is a big poof of white hair, then a big blue eye. With an oomph and a hop back, Periwinkle finally comes into almost full view. She's doing a good job of hiding those wings of hers. She's seen enough of this place over the past day or so to know that she doesn't have much of any choice but to reach out and communicate with the humans here. There's not any other fairies here that she's noticed.]

Hello. I'm um -

[She takes another step back, and is standing next to a brown button that she's found. It looks huge next to her. She glances down at it, and then back up.]

I'm Periwinkle, but you can call me Peri if you really want to. I don't mind. I was just wondering if maybe anyone had any idea where I could get a whole lot of ice in a place like this? Snow would be better, but ice I can make work. I just need it for -

[She bites at her lip and brings her hands up to rest against her chest.]

Tinkering.

poeticverses

[Jehan has Problem, and this seems to be the fastest way to find a solution for it even though these things still confuse him. So, he turns it on with a shy smile, looking much less beat to hell then in his first request for help a few weeks ago. However, he looks like someone who really hasn't been getting much sleep, dark circles and everything.

He's also in a pink waistcoat that really does not go with his red hair. This is why Jean Prouvaire is not allowed to buy his own clothing. He normally knows better, but lack of sleep leads to weird ideas and he's not one to fight them.

Sorry.]

Does...with so many different people here, I was hoping someone would be able to help me. I haven't been sleeping well, since my arrival, and it is starting to take its toll on me. I am in need of a sleeping draught or laudanum or...anything, really, to aid my sleep. Not wine or--other alcohol, though. That only works temporarily. Otherwise, I am open to any suggestions you may have.

Ah--thank you.

[And he cuts it]

Tu Shanshu

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