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[Talia has been rather quiet since the spectres began appearing, but she's been trying to avoid the damn things when it was made apparent that her abilities were not the best way to go about getting rid of them. Better to keep out of the way than become part of the problem. She'd kept quiet to her own apartment and things seemed fine for the most part and then her console began acting... strangely.

She makes a point of making a video entry on her console, but her image drops in and out of clarity and the sound itself seems full of static. In the end, while her image and voice seem to superimpose themselves, the entry ends up finalizing as a text based entry that is not of her choosing.
( Cut for weird coding and to save your eyes )
[The image clears momentarily and she's frowning at her console.]

Does anyone hear me? [There is an echo to her words of eerie voices and perhaps the faintest hint of screaming.]

[OOC: what she asked is: Dare I ask if anyone else has seen similar side-effects to their consoles? I haven't had a screen clear of these bizarre letters and marks since the spectres invaded Keelial.]

suoxi

[ Inara comes into view with a smile, as always. She’s very confident sitting there in her suite, hands in her lap and a few candles burning behind her for ambience. She is the picture of calm and poise and looks entirely at ease.

Inside, though – Inara is boiling. Inara is Not Happy about several things, but there are…certain experiences best not ‘advertised’ on a public network.

But boy is she pissed about being fired, then threatened on the way home.

ANYWAY. ]

I have decided to open the Companion House that is located in the Fire Sector earlier than I originally planned. [ read: Inara got fired, and needs another source of income. ]

If you are interested or require more information as to what a Companion is and does, please let me know and I will forward you directions and information. [ Inara learned a valuable lesson: make a pamphlet. Repeating herself explaining the intricacies of Companionship was quite taxing. ]

I am also taking applications for those that would like to enroll in Companion training as well. [ Inara smiles, but her eyes are decidedly sharper here. ] This is not an endeavor lightly chosen. It is a life choice – a career, and the training is intense and not limited to intimacy. I will personally speak [ interrogate ] to any interested party.

[ inara out ]

thequeensown

[Talia has been keeping relatively quiet over the network, but Jack's post caught her attention while she was checking up on things and she responds with a post of her own after gathering her thoughts.]

Hello... my name is Talia and I've had the pleasure of meeting a few of you since my rather rough arrival. [If by rough she meant near death, but that was a trivial matter right now.] As has been brought to your attention already, our hosts appear to be growing ever more impatient with us. In some areas this is as a simple as not offering us jobs, or refusing us service... In other areas, I have been physically jostled aside and I've little doubt that others have suffered similarly. I know rationing and I understand the stress that it puts upon a people, let alone a people that are 'suffering' unexpected guests. This is something more and it concerns me...

[She exhales slowly, because admitting to this had caused her problems in the past and directly caused her to be ostracized and targeted... needless to say, she was wary, but knew it was knowledge that needed to be shared.]

I would like it known that I am an Empath and a Mind Healer. One of the things this grants me is the ability to read the emotions of others and, if I choose, to sway them. The kedan are restless and they are angrier by the day... I'm the strongest Empath in my kingdom, but not even I can manage the entire expanse of Tu Vishan by myself at one time. I have been able to keep tempers calm around the Water Sector, but if you've need of me anywhere, at any time, you've but to send for me and I will come.

Otherwise, I will be making circuits throughout the Sectors and offering what help I may with my abilities. [And she'd continue to do so until she ran herself to the ground or the trouble came to an end.]

virginprice

[He would rather do this by text, but his English is still very awkward and he doesn't think that everyone he needs to contact would be able to read d'Angeline. Thus, he sits pale but composed, hands folded on the console in front of him.]

I am very sorry to announce that Mademoiselle Favrielle nó Eglantine is no longer present on Tu Vishan. My heart goes out to all who knew her- she was a very good friend to me and to many others, I am certain.

[He looks down, remembering what he has to say next and taking a calming breath, and then looks back up.]

She has given me the ownership of her business, and I hope that everyone working for her now will continue to do so- if we could have a meeting in a day or two, I think that would be for the best.

In addition, she has left letters and gifts for some of those who remain. [He reads the list of names out carefully.] Nita, Stephanie, Kyle, Oliver, Bucky, Bruce, Dorian, Henry, Inara, Sep, Peggy, Amon- there is something for each of you. Please contact me so that we can make arrangements for its delivery.

I have also been instructed to tell any ladies of her acquaintance that they may have what they like from her wardrobe.

[He can't make himself smile right now, so he just nods.]

Again, I am sorry to be the one to deliver this news. I wish I did not have to.

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.]

iwillnotlookback

[ The girl on the screen looks younger than her years, and she is still rather young. Only sixteen, the burnt-away stubble of silvery-blonde hair highlights her sharp cheekbones and draws attention to her large violet eyes in a way that makes her look like a doll. A very feral sort of doll. Her expression can be best described as a mixture of irritation, weariness, and childlike curiosity. And over it all a mask of regality. Nearly bald and ragged-looking she may be, she still looks every inch a queen. ]

Tell me, are all our dear hosts so exceptionally skilled in making obeisance and providing obfuscation for their master? I ask the reason for my presence and they tell me that knowledge is the Emperor's. I demand to know where my dragon is and they simper and apologize. Not one will deign to give me a clear answer, only riddles. More riddles. I am weary of riddles.

[ Dany sighs, a certain something in the way her eyes slip briefly closed betraying just how very tired she is. It never ends, does it? At least she is clean now. The first thing she did when the kedan led her to her quarters was bathe, soaking away her aches and pains and scrubbing off the accumulated weeks' worth of filth and blood in water heated near to boiling. Merely world-weary is marginally better than being both world-weary and filthy. ]

Very well. If we are to be companions in entrapment, we might at least know one another. I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, a khaleesi of the Dothraki, Queen of Meereen and rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. I would know you, and whatever you can tell me. [ Pause. ] And if you have seen a dragon, say, the size of an aurochs, colored black and red, I would know that too. You will be well rewarded, I swear. Though I beg you not to approach him, as his temperament is…quite volatile.

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.

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.

ironwood

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