tushanshu | Entries tagged with † stephanie brown

[Rapunzel sits before her console with red rimmed eyes and pink cheeks. It is obvious from her downcast expression that something has upset her and that she only recently stopped crying. She takes a deep breath and firmly holds her head upright, addressing the camera directly.]

Alcuin nó Delaunay and Cinna are both gone. I hope that they are both home and happy, but they were very good friends and will be missed. I still plan on working in Alcuin's shop so if people are still in need of clothes, please feel free to come and see what we have or make new orders.

I never talked with many of the others working for Alcuin, so if there is anyone I'd love to speak with you now. Maybe we could work on ways to keep the shop running? I've never done something like it before, but I'll do what I can.

Thank you.

asoothingvoice

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

giveaway

( A sleepy Steph starts up the video, yawning a little before she takes her thumb off the camera to reveal herself. She's not messy or sloppy or anything like that, just yawning. Her voice is very matter-of-fact and she nods occasionally as she speaks to confirm how right her point is. )

Y'know I think this place needs to give newbies a warmer welcome. Hotels give you like coffee and maybe a fruit basket? We need that, waiting in our suite for us. Maybe with a cute message card saying something like, "Welcome to our city, and oh, remember you're stuck here! Have a mocha on us!" It's common courtesy to give folks some kind of compensation.

( She pauses. She's forgetting something, isn't she... Oh, right! )

Oh yeah, I'm Stephanie. Or Steph. Probably not Stephie. ( Bad memories associated with that one. ) Aaaand I really want a mocha. That actually sounds really good right now. Nice to meet you and especially nice to meet you if you know about a Turtlebucks close to the Wood Sector.

( Confirm her secret identity in this place as an ordinary and hilarious college student? Check. She honestly is seriously thinking about her situation, but for now she doesn't want that to show through as Stephanie Brown. Gotta be safe and all. )

I think that's everything? Laters.

everylittlegirl

[A young girl appears on screen, tiny but very noticeable with a bright red jacket hanging from her shoulders and stretching out to her wrists.]

Wow. This is.. I've never really been on my own before. This is all pretty new to me.

[Hayley lifts her thumb to scratch idly along her brow, as if giving a thumbs up to the viewer in an awkward way.]

Does anyone have any information or advice? Maybe why I'm here? I get that I was brought here for a reason, but they won't tell me what it is other than something about some emperor and so that doesn't really answer my question, you know?

Anyway.. Any advice would be mucho appreciated. Especially if someone could, like, teach me how to cook or tell me where to find some other clothes? I mean, I like the ones I'm wearing and I'm a total teenager when it comes to doing laundry, but.. It seems kind of gross to wear the same thing for more than a day or two.

[She drops her head to the side, thinking.]

Uh, I guess that's all. So.. Thanks, if you can help. Or, you know, just for listening.

[She gives a half-smile, and then reaches forward to end the post.]

crotcharrow

Anybody seen Brandon? Black hair, weird face scars, total asshole? Oh, and I guess he can also control electricity and if you're a chick, he's probably hit on you.

If anyone has seen him, can you let me know? I know he's been living like a hobo, but he's more of a couch potato hobo, not a mine-dwelling-turning-into-a-gremlin-hobo, so unless his couch ate him, I'm pretty sure he's gotta be around here somewhere.

[Or he's gone home. Or arrested. Or. Something. God, he shouldn't be as worried about Brandon as he is, but dammint, he was his friend. The least he could do was tell him where he was going. The irony of him breaking up with Steph because they don't know when they would randomly get sent home was so not funny right now

He frowns one last time, and then moves on.]

Also, I'm not the only person who lost their job on this stupid turtle, but I'm willing to keep going, but I'm not working for any kedan.

If anyone needs anything delivered to other parts of the turtle quick, I'm your guy. I'm super fast so I can get it there in minutes that would usually take hours, and you can pay me in food. It has to be food, or else it'll take me longer to get your stuff where it needs to go. It's a pretty good deal if you ask me.

[You can tell it's sort of hurting him to stoop to this. But he's desperate. And being flippant about it is his way of dealing with it.]

Lemme know, yeah? For both things.

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!]

traumatizing

[So it's been a bad week of a bad few months of a bad few years. (He hasn't even bothered to shave this week, it's awful.) Terry's sat himself in a cafe in Earth with an extremely weak (and overpriced!!!) coffee to make this post, since his suite is pretty much falling apart and he's fed up of dealing with it. He's also pretty tired and shabby looking, so he's opting for an audio post instead of video like he prefers, since that isn't exactly a look that inspires confidence.]

With the recent, uh. Hostilities. I've lost my office. All things considered, it's not really that bad or even unexpected, but it does bring me to my next point.

[He hesitates for a bit here, because the truth of the matter is that he's really not stable enough to offer counselling to anyone in good conscience, but like hell is he going to announce that in public.]

With all that's going on right now, I don't really have the time or the energy to offer my services and given the lack of interest [said matter-of-factly, he's not really surprised or upset about it] I don't think it would be any great loss if I took a break for a while.

If anyone is in need of emergency counselling, I'll be available - I'm in EA-1B - but I don't feel comfortable offering anything long term at the moment.

usavatar

[He considered making this a voice or a text entry on the network for the sake of avoiding... well, people - but ultimately that would raise more questions with those who know him. Civilian clothes, calm demeanor, utterly meaningless political smile.]

I hope you're all faring all right with the changes in our environment and the requirements that puts on its population. I'm used to rationing, but I understand that it's probably and adjustment for those of you that are not.

Peggy and I had an idea about that - we wanted to see if there was any interest in a communal pot luck, periodic until things normalize.

Additionally, we wanted to see what people thought of a resource pool of food and nonperishables held in the... should I just call it a community center? That's how we'd like the space to serve during peacetime.

Um. [A small laugh.] Sorry, I lost my train of thought. As I was saying, we'd like to work on what amounts to a food bank for the duration of the rationing and possibly longer, if it proves useful and necessary. Donations are of course encouraged, particularly from those whose enterprises are not as effected by the restrictions currently in place.

[The empty warmth briefly dissipates, leaving Steve militant all out of proportion to what he says next.] To pre-empt those who think it's naive, ill-advised, et cetera, we would be monitoring the intake and distribution of goods to ensure that no single party exploits the generosity of contributors. I think as a charitable model it's a good one.

[He clears his throat and settles back in his chair.]

I'm not much good with plants, but if we could get space on the roof of the building, it might do some good to have a garden up there as well.

[100% JARVIS-assisted encryption to Evandau]

Sir. I would like to discuss, in person and at your earliest convenience, a potential threat to the safety of the Foreigner population. And also inquire after the well-being of Miss Namorita Prentiss, who you have in custody.

[ACTION FOR PEGGY]

[Done. He switches off the console and tilts his head back, inspecting the ceiling of the apartment with one of those vague and pointless realizations regarding how few people ever look up.

He scrubs his face with both hands and gets up, going to the kitchen to wet a cloth and press it against his face, then neck, mentally reciting passages from the books he'd read before Keeliai and snatches of songs to try and keep his thoughts from going back to the lab Natasha described and its contents. It doesn't work especially well.]

hazelwood

[The video opens on an uncommonly solemn-looking Lieuen, in a sombre state of dress that's unlike his usual pretentions. His skin, so modelled after the common Foreigner complexion, is a tiny bit sallow.]

Dear residents of Keeliai. It's with deep and considerable regret that I am the bearer of unfortunate tidings in regards to our fair city. You may have begun to notice that Tu Vishan's health has been... deteriorating, of late. This is certainly no cause for alarm! Things being what they are, it's tantamount to... say, a cold or flu that you Foreigners seem so susceptible to. We have every assurance that Tu Vishan will overcome this malady and return to its usual self soon.

But in the interest of not taking our grand turtle for granted, certain... shall we say, rules are going to be put into play effective now. The first and most importantly, of course, is rationing.

[There's a touch of distaste to his features as he says that. Guess who doesn't like the concept?]

Resources are going to be a touch more difficult to come by in the coming weeks, and as our guests we ask that you respect our laws and customs in this time. You will find a list of what it's permissible to purchase at your local vendors. Wasteful behaviour will become a punishable offense, and fully one-fifth of your resources, whether they are earned or made, are going to be... ah, requisitioned by detachments of the local law enforcement. It's with my sincerest apologies that I relay these terms to you, you see, and when we all come through this in fine fashion I will be reimbursing everyone fully for any, hm... hardships they might encounter due to these edicts.

And on that note!

[He claps his hands together, clearly trying to change gears from the unpleasantly macabre to the positive.]

I couldn't help but notice that several of you have taken an interest in our local language. Truly, I couldn't be happier. It brings me great joy to see your appreciation of our culture. Therefore, I'd like to offer my services as a translator, of sorts. I know each of the seventeen kedan dialects, including the more ancient forms, and I would gladly assist in any translations you've been undertaking. For a fee, of course, to be negotiated based on... oh, trifling things. The amount you wish translated, the time involved in doing so, and so on and so forth.

As always, if you have any questions do please ask, but it is my keenest wish that you keep it brief. I'm a touch preoccupied at the moment. Thank you.

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.

lostmoralcode

_{[Marceline slips into a chair in view of the console's lens with a tiny smile and an amused expression lingering in her eyes.]}

I guess the only thing that really surprises me is the relative abundance of humans around here.

Hey. I'm Marceline. I'm new here. Are any of you guys on this network musicians, and if so, do you need a bass player? I feel like jamming.

_{[She gives a relaxed shrug, with her smile going more full]}

Or whatever. I'm easy, I could go in for pretty much anything. What's there to do on a turtle, anyway?

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.

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)]

bowarmed

[He's been here for a day already. And he's fairly sure this isn't Earth anymore, or some trap set by one of their villains. It's too complex.

Well, Connor. Time to ask for help.

His hood shrouds most of his face, but the band around his eyes is unmistakably green, his voice is quiet and reserved. For the people who know him, there's no doubt that it's Connor Hawke.]

Hello, this is Green Arrow.

[A pause. His father's title is heavy.]

They're telling me I'm probably be dead, and I'm in a space between life and death. I guess I hit my head one too many times. If anyone knows who I am, I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me I'm not actually dead. Or I haven't gone crazy.

Thank you. Green Arrow out.

sophos

[It's absently on video, from her suite, and Annabeth looks a little distracted. So much so that it's a good few seconds of looking deep in thought at something off screen before she remembers to speak up. She adjusts herself, sits up a little straighter.]

Is there anyone who might have asked the Emperor about their futures? I've heard she can show you, in a sense. I need to know what that entails. I doubt it's something she'd offer for free.

[that's probably only the tip of what's distracting her atm tbh. If anyone thought she was intense before, it's like there's a little extra dark circles now. ]

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wilsooon

[Someone has come to a realization in the past few hours that has made him increasingly unsettled. So here he is in a cafe in the Fire Sector, sharing his paranoia.]

The kedan are shapeshifters. Is there anything to stop them from looking like one of us?

andaway

[Clark looks far less... cheerful than he did the last time he talked to the network. And far less cheerful than most people have actually seen him ever since appeared on the turtle. Probably because he actually hadn't had a reason to get this angry ever since he got here.]

It's become obvious thanks to latest... announcements made by the Emperor that until we're needed we will be on our own in this place and we will actually be unwanted when it comes to dealing with certain things. Well, let it be so.

Some of you might remember my idea of doing some kind of podcast for a newspaper, a way to let the news reach us all easily since the Kedan don't seem to have anything like that. Using the network they have given us is not an option anymore, not if we want to do it efficiently and in a private way. Not if we want to make sure any news they might deem 'irrelevant' or 'not our business' get out out.

[He's had experience with that, hi there Lex.]

So I need people who know about engineering and machinery. I'd like to see if it's possible to actually build a Radio station, and the transmitters and everything we would need for it. The money will not be a problem as long as you're reasonable about it, nor will the resources.

I guess... I am offering anyone who'd be able to build it a job.

So who's interested?

wintershepherd

[ Jack is feeling a lot better after some help from friends after the debacle on the Emperor's post and wanted to at least make his appreciation known, but he's also sort of embarrassed at the attention so he's sticking to text. Also today is kind of A Thing, so he wants to put that out there as well. Gotta help the fellow Spirits where he can! ]

thank you to everyone who was worried about me. sorry if I made anyone upset with what the emperor said... big misunderstanding. um. nothing to worry about.

hey if anyone sees a little guy with wings and a quiver today, please send him my way. he still owes me for winning our race in '31.

p.s. pasty is accurate, no harm done!

neverleftharlan

[There is a cowboy on the network. No really. He has a cowboy hat and everything.]

Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens, for all that means here. Won't waste time saying anything but hello to our newest. Got a job offer for whoever's interested. I'm sure by now we've all had our fuss over the Emperor's verbal spanking - yes? No? Want to throw a few more things? It'll do us all a world of good, no doubt.

[He sighs.] Talked to the folks upstairs and got permission to put together a temporary task force until the shell's repaired. Looking for those willing to work in teams and in shifts to keep our own clear of the damaged areas. I'd prefer none of us find out what the inside of a palace prison looks like, because for some reason I doubt it'll be so luxurious as the word 'palace' might suggest.

[A pause, like he's gauging his audience.] The creature we're all getting a piggy-back from is hurt. These people want to heal it, and they can only do that if we stay out of their way. Maybe we don't want to be here, maybe we weren't asked to come here, but the animal wasn't the one that done it and it shouldn't be the one that pays.

If you think you'd like to earn a little money and help protect something the person who rules this place likely values more than her own life, speak up. Even if you don't want to, think of it this way - you do this now, maybe you earn yourself a little favor down the road. If you think this is a terrible idea, well, too damn bad. You're welcome to try and play in the sewage sandbox, and I will happily see to it that you get dragged out by your ears and put in time out for being the children she seems to think we are.

Now who wants to hold hands with our neighbors and see what happens if we actually do as we're asked? Because I'll be frank, I'm a bit curious.

[Oh right. One other thing.]

The pasty kid she snapped at. Anybody know where I can find him?

notamachine

[Dean didn't pay much attention to what the Kedan told him when they dropped him off, but the console was pretty easy to figure out. The number of transmissions flying back and forth made things a little easier. He's ignored most of them. When Dean finally pipes up over the network, he looks tired and sounds less confrontational and more along the lines of vaguely annoyed, like this is a speech he's had to give a dozen times before that nobody has listened to before and one he doesn't expect anyone to listen to now.]

Okay, you six-fingered, four-eyed, however many toed freaks, let's just get one thing straight and everybody gets along. I get what you told me. I don't like it, but I get it. I also know if there's a way here, there's a way back, and I'm gonna find it. You should know that if whatever dragged me here dragged my brother in here with me, I will end all of you. Capiche? Good.

[Message delivered. Yeah, he could have used the voice only setting, but those things already know what he looks like so what's the point?]

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