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[A broad smile is on Korra’s face when she turns on the video feed. She’s leaning to one side of the chair and looking pleased as punch.]

I’ll be reopening the dojo in the Wood Sector and I need some teachers, mentors, instructors- whatever you want to call yourselves, to teach people that want to learn. Any fighting style will do, but if it’s martial arts; then all the better.

If you’re interested in lessons, get in touch with me here or privately. I don't know how much lessons are going to be yet, but I'll try to keep it low.

[There's a pause where Korra considers her next words and her smile fades a little.]

If you're half as good as Dinah Lance is [Not was.] then I need to talk you.

[Four months of training with Dinah isn't enough for Korra. She wants to dig in further into the various styles she was mastering, and this is the only way she knows of to find someone that can help her do just that.]

crabmunicator

[The post begins with a shot of Karkat's grey, frowning face. This is not actually unusual, but lest it be dismissed as no more than his usual expression, there is the tone of his words to follow.]

Guess what! Apparently it's not enough for a guy to to learn one of the friends he hasn't seen in literal years is brainwashed and crazy. Apparently it's not enough to be informed that his Empress--not this "Emperor" here, the actual one from my world--expects him to just bow and scrape and go yes, your Condescension, I'd be happy to serve as your brand spanking new slave. It is not even enough, believe it or not, to be brutally murdered by giant fork by an even crazier broad than your brainwashed friend! Wow, who knew, right?

[He makes an exaggerated roll of his eyes.]

Instead of getting off that easy, nevermind the brief stint of amnesia and all the other chaos going on, I get brought here. Some giant fucking turtle in the middle of whatever planet this is, I don't care, don't even try to tell me because I am fresh out of shits to give. And for some kind of war against this M--

[He throws up his hands.]

Whoops! Can't say the M-name because magic is real and he might come get us. Wow, I am quaking so hard I might just barf up my organs in fear.

But let's stop being retarded for a while, shall we?

[His expression turns more serious, and his arms fold against the desk as he leans in closer.]

Who's here that knows me? Anyone? On my team or not, I want to know, and I want to know promptly. Beyond that, who here has any clue about getting out of this place? I didn't ask those keddy whatevers because obviously I wouldn't have been brought here if the point was just to let me waltz back to where I was. And yeah, yeah, I heard time is stopped there, but do you think I'd be asking this if I cared about that? I have big, important, leaderly business to do, and I cannot summon the electrical impulse to fire the neurons that would make me care about this mandatory break in plans. If you have info, I want to hear it, the end.

[And with that, he ends the video.]

whitelotustile

[There was an older man seated at the console, still in an apron.]

Hello. Those kedan weren’t kidding when they told me what this box does, were they? Well, it’s nice to meet my neighbors, though I hope you won’t mind me saying that I’d rather see you all in person. If I had the food, I might even host my own personal welcome-party!

[Iroh laughs]

If anyone has any favorite restaurants or tea shops, I would love to hear about them. Or a pai sho board. Mine is back home, and I don’t think I’ll be getting use of it any time soon.

disfavored

For those of you that lost some of your memories during the last few weeks, or if you've ever had it happen before, for whatever reason, did you...have anything else, during that time, to fill in the gaps? Fake memories, and the like?

[He's not sure how to take his experience with memory loss, though by all accounts he was much happier with it to the point that he spent a day or so locked up inside trying to deny that the memories he got back were his real ones.

But, looking back at his previous network interactions pretty much confirmed that they were, that and the fact that everyone he knew was acting so weirdly around him during the time he'd lost his memory of his father.]

I had something like that, but I'm not sure if it was worth paying attention to. If it was really what would have happened in the absence of...a certain person, or if it was just an idealized figment of my imagination. If I'm alone in this, then it was probably the latter.

Thank you for your time.

unconchonable

[The feed turns on showing the disgruntled face of none other than Eridan Ampora. However, half his grey face is covered by a scarf pulled up to his nose, leaving only his glaring eyes and thick-rimmed glasses in view. Even his fins are covered by the fluffy blue-striped scarf. He's also got himself parked next to one of the fire fountains, clearly using it for what warmth he can garner for himself.]

This place abso-fuckin'-lutely sucks.

[He states it as if it's purely irrefutable fact. He lets out a shiver, his eyebrows furrowing a bit more.]

Who the bloody fuck said it could get so cold? Whose worthless idea was it? This place is supposed to be some bullshit reality between life an' death or what the bloody fuck ewer poppycock they're spewin' at us with the audacity to think we're willin' to beliewe a lick a it, and yet it has weather?

[He lets out a derisive snort, clearly being a bit more dramatic than what's truly necessary. But then again, this whole post is nothing if not unnecessary. He honestly just wants to complain, to allow his woes to be heard! Because they clearly need to be heard by everyone.]

I'm callin' complete bullshit, total and utter bee-fuckin'-ess. It makes no stinkin' sense why there's weather goin' on in such a fuckin' place as this, and so they really ought to do somethin' about the decline in temperature, because I'm sure I ain't just speakin' for myself when it comes to how much I ain't lookin' forward to freezin' my globes off.

[He sniffs, a bit agitatedly.]

--Oh, and before any a you blokes get the smart idea a comin' to me tellin' me to go back inside and to get warm all proper, I do what the fuck I want and I should not be inconwenienced in such so that I gotta stay holed up in my hiwe all the goddamn time.

It's fuckin' ridiculous.

alphatar

Hi. My name’s. Korra. I’m the Avatar.

[There’s an awkward pause before she says her name. The cadence in her words is a bit off, a combination of never using the network before (or not that she can recall) and the unknown expectation of who will answer.]

Some of you may know me, I guess?

[Guh, she hates trying to cover it and just tackles the heart of the message.]

Look. I can’t remember anything since I was ghosted. [Or whatever the hell people are calling it.] Not this city, this turtle, or anyone.

But a doctor said that if I just hang around familiar things and people, even scents, then it might help me remember some things. I just, can’t force myself to remember them. So if you recognize me or know something else that could help I’d be grateful.

Current Music: Ending

casaerotica13

[Well, he's had better days. He died, woke up to a very rude looking woman, been nerfed of his powers, dragged out here, and was told that he needed to find a job. These weird turtle people were about to find a shoe up their ass, but he couldn't really complain, could he? He did think he was dead. Then again, perhaps this was a trick from his brother. Maybe Lucifer didn't actually want to kill him and just sent him here... or maybe this was prolonged torture. Both were possible.]

[His grumbling stopped once he saw his new digs. A tree house? He could legally live in a tree house and everyone would think that was just peachy? Oh hell yeah. Maybe he judged too soon about these guys. Course, there was the issue about his senses being cut off and his witness protection scheme. Others could have shown up, too...]

[Gabriel suddenly realized that he didn't give two shits anymore. Screw Lucifer and Michael. Screw all of them. Once he gave it a night (actually slept, whoa) and began to get some old powers back, he turned on the console.]

How's it hanging, turtle-fiends? I see that this place has been up and running for awhile now but never fear. Gabriel has arrived. You can now start the party. [No, he doesn't plan on explaining which Gabriel. It's a common name, right? Thanks to him, but whatever.]

First order of business, though. I need some sweets from a sweetie and possibly some good tunes. The sound of nature's great and all, but I prefer the sound of fury, if you catch my drift. Don't want birds nesting in my tree with me.

It's my tree. [His.]

Second. I was told that I need to get a job. [He shivers in disgust.] Is anyone willing to pay me to eat candy all day? Sex is also an option, but I'm not sure how many of you want to see me in pumps and fishnets.

If you do and you're female, I live in 2D. Bring ice cream.

disfavored

I haven't seen many new faces in the last while - but if you don't know me, I'm the Headmaster, so if you want to get involved in the school, we should talk. Things have been rather hectic lately, but I hope we can keep everything running smoothly.

[He looks down for a moment.]

Which brings me to a...more personal concern, I suppose. [He isn't used to addressing the network on such issues. Most of his posts have been announcement style, because he's so used to keeping his public image official.]

There are a lot of concerning issues brought up by the Emperor's recent announcement, to say the least. But I have to wonder, specifically, about being sent home. If we are returned back to the point we were taken from, I only have a short time left to live, and I can't be the only one in that situation. Has anyone investigated the possibility of alternative options? Would you want to take such an option, if you could?

khan_artist

[When the video feed starts, there's nothing but the side of a black chair, the man sitting in it was looking away from the monitor in thought. The background was obviously a suite in the Fire Sector, if the elegant design and the lit yellow and red hanging lanterns were anything to go by. As the man looked out the window behind him, he finally spoke.]

If any foreigners have new information regarding those that reside in the palace, I urge you to contact me as soon as possible. It’s become quite apparent that the Emperor is rather selective with whom she shares information with.

[That deep, penetrating voice was one of idle interest, which may have been because he seemed distracted. Finally, the chair turned from whatever had his attention. The man was sitting straight and he gave a guileful look down to the camera, straight at the viewers.]

It has also come to my attention that I am not the only one from my "world" as it were. Some of you may have seen others wearing similar clothing to mine. [Blue eyes with green flecks glanced downward at the Starfleet symbol on his black, long-sleeve shirt.] I’ll spare you the details of my "home". You may call me: Khan. [There was a dark purr of satisfaction on the last word. Having free reign to use his actual name for the first time in over year was incredibly satisfying.]

Many have called for unity amongst us "foreigners" and I am ready to do what must be done so we not only get the answers we want, but also to eliminate this menace we were summoned to fight. My combat and strategic knowledge are available for any effective measures against this essence known as Malicant.

[If he’s fully aware of what saying that name means, the only give away would be his eyes becoming lidded as he raised his eyebrows upon uttering the name.]

There is also the abundance of foreigners with powers and abilities above and beyond the limits of baseline individuals. If a list has been made of these beings and their known capabilities, I request a copy if possible.

[A beat filled with an almost imperceptible squint.]

Thank you for your time, that is all.

[95% Encryption; Pepper Potts]

I believe Stark Industries is the leading force in technological advancement in Keeliai. Ms. Potts, I would like a tour of your facilities and a description for each of the positions you have available; and the ones that are not. I believe you'll find my extensive knowledge of technology to be an asset. Even to the considerable pool of intellect currently in your employ.

[100% Starfleet Encryption; Jim Kirk, Spock.]

Contact me as soon as possible. Whether it is over the network or in person does not matter to me.

[He leaned forward in his chair]

I imagine we both have questions that need answers.

disfavored

There was a notice a few days ago from Miss Ayala about the possibility of starting a school. I haven't worked out all of the details yet but it looks like I'll be acting as Headmaster.

If you're going to be involved in the school in any way, I'd like if we could become acquainted. If we haven't been introduced yet, my name is Tarrlok.

Thank you for your time, and I do hope that this project is a success. [Because kids need something to keep them out of trouble.]

raisethemoon

[The video comes on to reveal an alicorn gazing seriously at the screen, head held proudly and wings slightly spread. It took her several practice runs to ensure that she was working the machine correctly; of course she wouldn't risk talking to anypony else until she had. Now, though, she is the picture of cool, calm royalty. In other words, she's doing the Celestia.]

Good evening to all. I am Luna, Princess of Equestria and the Moon, bringer of night and keeper of dreams. I know not by what power or authority this Emperor hath brought us hither, but I care not. I shall return to my people, and I swear that I shall see all of thee returned to thine. Now, I pray that thou wilt be willing to share whatever information thou hast gathered about our plight? [She glances off-screen, eyes narrowed.] Perhaps beginning with why my rooms are infested with these small furry beasts. On that note, I have a great deal of furniture I wish to dispose of...

[Her feathers ruffle and she shifts her weight a little, suddenly looking rather less certain of herself. She doesn't like it here, and that furniture is really just driving it home for her. Alone again, so soon? After a moment, she adds in a quieter tone:] ...also, should any Equestrians be present, stay where thou art. I shall come to thee.

superoverachiever

Guys, we need a school.

And not JUST because I've been stuck in Turtle-opolis for almost six months and I'm seriously behind in my studies. [She cycles through six different half-grumpy, half teasing faces before she assumes a more serious face.] I know people have been offering to teach self defense and magic and stuff like that, but it's not -- look, it's what we need to be doing.

Educating ourselves is how we prepare for stuff like -- you know, the thing that we have to prepare for.

Obviously, I'd mostly just be a student. I think most of the people who can teach valuable skills already are, but they could afford to be more coordinated. That means we need a Headmaster. Any volunteers?

[She clears her throat and steps back from the camera, revealing half her apartment to be covered with notes about something -- presumably this project.] Oh, yeah, I have a preliminary curriculum, lemme know what you think.

Lessee, we got... Self Defense, English, Kedan Language and Culture, Computer Science, Magic, Physics and how not to introduce stupid invasive furballs into the ecosystem.

Ahem. I mean Newcomer Orientation. Obviously there's not enough of us to really do levels or whatever, but come on. Let's get on it!

alphatar

[When the feed starts, Korra is sitting back against her spinny-chair with her hands dangling from the arm rests. Whether she's bored, tired, lost in thought, or all three is anyone's guess. Her armband is cut, exposing her skin underneath, and it's splattered with a dull red. She's chewing on a really small, but very thick strip of jerky.]

A lot's going on right now, it's kind of hard to keep up. There's a lot of new faces. Well, new to me anyway. [A simple hand wave.] Hi, I'm Korra; but I'm sure someone's probably told you that.

Anyway, I just wanted to say if anyone's freezer is too full or just having too hard of a time handling those tribble things I can help out. Or if you just need some ice, I’m selling bags of them, cheap.

[The living area behind her is surprisingly tribble free and there is a brown and white furry covering on the chair she's in. Taking another bite, she points at the screen and her lips turn into a thin line, eyes narrowing.]

And whoever keeps beating me at mahjong, THIS ISN'T OVER. [Seriously.]

[Video 30% Encryption; Mako]

I'm going up to the turtle's head soon, do you want to go?

Current Location: ME-2B
Current Music: FreedomHangsLikeHeaven

browbeater

[when the console clicks on, it doesn't look like the guy messing with it really expected it to. He was pressing buttons, finding out what the options where. his experience with cameras is also very, very limited. He presses the button again, and it switches off and to text.]

i'm new around here. not sure who this goes out to, but can someone tell me where i can find a news paper, or a job listings page? i'd appreciate it.

[there's a long, long pause, before he decides to add something else, this time switching it to video again. He seems to have figured out the camera, though he's still giving the camera a mostly apprehensive look]

Also, who checks these things? Do they go out to the whole city?

[a sigh, a bit annoyed, whether with the situation or his lack of understanding on what's going on with this form of mass communication is anyone's guess]

I'm Mako, if there's anyone listening.

andaway

Superman here.

[The voice Kal uses is definitely Superman's. Now that he's got (most of, he notices these things) powers back he doesn't really feel like hiding.]

And I'd like to say this kind of situation is why I suggested training for those metahumans who wanted it. Not to train an army, just to help out. It'd both avoid situations like the one in the clinic and to ensure everyone who didn't have any metahuman ability would be less ready to jump on a kid who was pulling a prank.

Just because some of us have abilities that could be dangerous doesn't mean we are going to use them. Please let's not turn this into a witch-hunt, I've seen enough of those and they never end well for either party involved.

imaginate

[ The audio clicks on and there's a long pause. When Kyle speaks, his tone is calm, perfectly controlled. It's his Business Voice, blank save for the barest hint of anger. ]

This is Kyle Rayner of the Green Lantern Corps. I apologise for the inconvenience, but our clinic at EA-3B is currently undergoing repairs and won't be able to take more patients at this time. We'll be temporarily operating a backup at WA-1A. [ He attaches a map, showing where it is. ]

Any and all hands with medical experience or healing abilities are always welcome.

[ Another long pause. ]

And if someone could come collect Avatar Korra, that would be appreciated.

[ There is a brief pause, as though he's debating what more to say, before the audio clicks off. ]

lineality

[When the feed clicks on, Lin is seated in her Earth Sector apartment.]

Good afternoon. My name is Lin. [Anyone from Republic City who's used to hearing her speak will catch the barest of hesitations both here and throughout the broadcast: she's being exceedingly careful about what she's saying. To anyone else, however, they might well be taken for normal pauses in speech.]

As you can no doubt guess, I'm another one of your new arrivals. My welcome party told me I needed to find a job here, but they were light on the details. Under normal circumstances, I'd offer my services as an earthbender, but given the state of this--turtle?--it's probably out of the question.

What I can offer is some thirty years' experience on the police force of a large city, with a good portion of that time spent as chief. I'm willing to start at the bottom and work my way up--that won't be a problem.

[A meaningful stare.] I'm sure some people here can provide references, if necessary.

cmdreffingshepard

[Shepard looks tired, but otherwise? Today she's wearing her Alliance Navy Commander Face - serious, but not angry. Take-no-nonsense, but also understanding. The face she wears when she's about to make a Big Damn Speech - better prepare yourselves, everyone.]

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Commander Shepard, Earth Systems Alliance Navy. I know that doesn't really mean anything to most of you, but the long and short of it is that I've been in the military and seen a lot of action - and led a lot of troops. If you want more of my qualifications, I can tell you about them.

What's happening here is big, and scary, and a lot of people are confused and desperate to know what's going on. I know. I'm in the same boat with you. But Kirk is right - we need to organize ourselves better. So many of us are used to keeping things close to the chest, only trusting a few close allies - but if we're going to fix this, we need to all be willing to share, trust each other, and put our heads together.

[That was the Big Rousing Speech to get everyone fired up - now for the nitty gritty.]

That said, Kirk and I have decided to spearhead this effort. I'm putting together two teams - medical, and defense.

For the medical team, anyone with medical experience - doctors, nurses, anyone with knowledge of biology or xenobiology or paleobiology - we can use you. I figure we can divide medical into at least two smaller groups - one to focus on tracking the turtle's health and working out that problem, and another to organize and network medical care for the Foreign and kedan populations, set up triage and maybe even start work on a medical database - liaise with the admin team.

I know there are some independent clinics running already - the medical team could help clinic runners and staff network with each other, share knowledge and resources, and help make sure everyone on this turtle stays alive and healthy no matter what happens.

As for defense, I'd like to get together with anyone with military or law enforcement experience, so we can get emergency preparedness plans in place for the whole turtle, set up self-defense classes for civilians - I know Dinah suggested something like that, and I want to make sure we do it and do it right.

These teams would be permanent groups, maybe eventually able to liaise with the kedan, so we can have an official voice and help each other out to everyone's benefit. We don't need our powers to do this - hell, we don't even need our tech to do this. I know there are a lotta smart people on this turtle - if you think you could be of use to one of those teams, talk to me. Let's get this show on the road, and try to set up some meeting times in the next week or so.

disfavored

Out of curiosity: For anyone here who has...powers, I guess [He's still not used to saying that, but 'bending' doesn't adequately describe the abilities of most people here.] have you had any difficulties, lately?

I guess I need a better explanation than that: I train quite extensively every evening and it's been getting noticeably more difficult lately. This'll sound a bit dramatic if I'm just struggling for other reasons, but I figured it couldn't hurt to check.

[That, and, after seeing himself lose his bending when the Commander showed him his future, he's a bit on edge about any disturbance where that is concerned. He's somewhat hoping it's just him - a lot has gone on lately, after all - because he can more easily fix his own problems than something that's happening to everyone.]

inseine

[Javert is well groomed, neat, and absolutely professional today. His bangs are combed well over the Charter Mark on his forehead, a trait unbefitting of a man attempting to play Messenger for the authorities. He holds his chin high for the camera, his steely eyes ready to lance straight through the screen and into the viewer's bare conscience.

He speaks in swift, abrupt phrases, with just a hint of a French accent in his clipped vowels.]

Lately I got word of many confusing arrests among us. Trespassing cases among people who were unaware of city limits, unclear boundaries, all of that! Ah! That is inefficient. Foreigners cannot expect to follow local customs if we do not know them.

[Pause. Of course, this is leading up to something, yet it is clear that Javert makes a poor public figure, with the impression he is making. He taps his fingers and grimaces ever deeper as he quickens his speech.]

Of course there are a clear system of laws written for this society like any other. But do not bother to dig up a book vendor if you do not understand French, English, or the local language. Impossible task, translating into every possible tongue! We will not waste the time.

Rather you will find a full voice record of the Keeliai law code available for public use.

[VOICE FILE ATTACHED; split into several subheadings and articles, much like any civil or common law code one would find on the planet Earth.]

[Javert restlessly bends closer to the camera and draws his brows into an indifferent arch.]

I advise that you listen and understand what you are getting into when you cross government boundaries. [That means you, Iorveth, Enjolras, the Amis, and other criminal suspects. He smiles grimly, devoid of all humor.] Among other activities. What you do after that is your concern.

[He lowers his lids with a pinch in his jaw and reaches out to end the feed. He stops short to add as an afterthought--]

A word of thanks to Monsieur Logan for lending his voice.

[The screen goes black.]

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