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[Today's discovery is that Terry's still deeply uncomfortable with making video posts to the network at large, but it seems like the fastest and easiest way to flag down anyone he knows. Or who knows him for... Whatever reason. He doesn't look directly at the camera, spending most of his time on-screen looking just slightly to the side of the console.]

I think I've been gone about five months, if I'm right.

[He pauses and looks down at his hands, frowning while he works through what he wants to say in his head.] I'm not sure if there's anyone here still who knows me - I didn't know many people when I was here before - but, uh. [ahem] I'm Terry.

I've... A lot's changed. [wow great job pointing out the obvious, idiot.] I'm still wrapping my head around it all, but if there's a, I don't know. A handbook? [...] "A Summarised History of Tu Vishan: A Foreigner's Perspective." That would be really helpful.

[Beat.] Thanks.

bonvivant

It seems as if the immediate danger has ceased somewhat and furthermore I've gotten more settled in, so, as of today I will be taking appointments for therapy. The price will be fifteen juulan per session and both day and evening times will be available.

While I was unfortunately not brought here with my degrees and certifications, I assure you that I have many years of experience in this field and take the matter of patient confidentiality very seriously. Nothing said to me during these sessions will be repeated anywhere else.

All sessions will be held on the first floor of my suite in the fire sector - in building FI-3C. If you would like to make an appointment I suggest that you contact me privately. Any questions or concerns you might have are of course welcome, as well.

faceofthe4

[Johnny's sitting awkwardly in front of the console in his suite.]

Why is no one freaking out about this? From the sounds of it, all of our powers are gone. Just like that. [He snaps. No flame appears. He throws his hands up in frustration.]

Seriously. There should be alarms going off. People should be taking blood samples and looking at ours cells. Someone should be creating some sort of system to track different.. I don't know.. thermal.. geo.. radio... something. Is it a sun spot? Aliens? We have no idea, because we're all sitting around trying.

Something's coming. Great. That might be the cause, but if it's not? We should probably figure this whole no-powers thing out before it gets here.

[He looks down at his hand and shakes it, as one might shake a Nintendo controller when the game glitches. He stops shaking it. Nothing happens.]

Oh COME ON!

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

aenseidhe

[ He'd gotten distracted with the spa day, happy vibes making him hippy out and sit on the beach smoking awesome elf weed, but as soon as Iorveth comes out of the spell, it comes to the front of his mind again - the conversation he had with the Emperor. It's extremely sensitive information and Iorveth isn't about to spill it to the general populace.

Hence the filter. However, Iorveth is from the 1200s and he has never done a filter before in his life and he already doesn't speak on this thing very often. So, uh, see Iorveth totally fail at it. Gdi. ]

I have information you'll want to know. I cannot share it here - you must come to the palace.

[ His done is serious, impassive. More so than he usually is, and forgive the ominousness. He's not about to test the 'don't speak the name outside the palace' rule. He pauses, swallowing, before he continues. ]

I know why we were brought here.

And what we are meant to battle.

[ He stares for a moment, eyes unfocused from the screen, within troubling thoughts, brow knit. ]

You may not like it.

[[ ooc; i know fail filters are dumb sometimes, but Iorveth icly would seriously tell only those five people and I didn't want to cut people off from srs plot info, so doing this for now. Granted, Iorveth will be shorter and more guarded with people not those five and people he doesn't like he may straight up refuse to tell them without convincing 8T he was the worst person to get this information p much, sob. ]]

bondsprofoundly

[This guy is holding up The Art of Civilized Conversation. His eyes are darting back to the page before he looks back at the camera and-

Oh dear. He smiles. It looks a little creepy to be honest. And for a change he's actually done up the top button of his shirt and cinched his tie, so instead of looking like a freshly-fired office worker drinking until five AM, he looks like a freshly-fired office worker drinking until five AM with his modicum of self-respect still intact.

Castiel refers back to the page.]

Good morning.

[And now he stares at the monitor, only to have his eyes flick up to meet the webcam so he's staring. Directly. At all of you. Intensely.]

It's good to see you.

stagethreeclinger

[ So, Roy hasn't been around that long, but he's gotten to know Keeliai, the natives, heard about the Emperor and definitely picked up on the tension between foreigners and the Kedan, but just out right asking about What The Hell Is Wrong With This Place seems a little too obvious. And lame.

And this way is much more fun. ]

Okay so is there a part of living on the back of a giant magic turtle that isn't supposed to be completely awesome? Because a lot of you seem to be really bummed about it, and I'm starting to think it's more than just a strong case of Stick Up The Ass going around.

[ And frankly, Roy likes looking like the idiot. He raises up a hand holding some kind of Kedanian smoothie in the cafe he's seated in, and gives an 'okay, humor me' kind of gesture. ]

Let's pretend for two seconds that you're all actually the most boring people ever and the part where we're on a monster turtle isn't enough for you - you're getting what's practically a free vacation. A beautiful city on a tropical island that's really more like a cruise, and even a space you can go sit near Yurtle's massive head and zen your neurotic brains out. The closest we have to that at home is legalizing pot.

I know I'm inviting a sea of sarcastic quips to kill my buzz about the whole badass Suessical adventure, so let's try to be organized and civil about this - there's only so much scathing sardonicism I can handle at once. Please fill out the attached form and get back to me:

Your Name: Self explanatory.
Your Age: It'd probably explain some things, I'm jussayin.
Level of Suck of Your Homeworld: On a scale of Fantasia to Bambi. Just trying to keep some perspective.
Your Complaints About Our Magical Turtle Adventure: Let it all out, brothers and sisters. Testify.
Notes: Whatever. How's my hair?

Thank you for your participation! Here is a wavier for your free snow cone! Not really. Sorry.

[ Oh wait, just this last piece here: ] Also, if you know anyone who likes to run around in tights and a mask, maybe a cape, let me know? Thanks! [ A little salute, and he signs out. ]

[[ ooc; If you could, please fill out his permissions post ova hurr, and here's the html for his little questionnaire thing :>

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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.

mopirates_moproblems

[James hasn't made a post since his first - in part because he's terribly lost. He has proper clothes, now, thanks to Favrielle, but it is still overwhelming to be in such a foreign place. His concern isn't so much the rationing, though that seems to be quite the source of anxiety for some he's encountered. What he wants is answers to the many and contradictory things he's been told since his arrival.]

I find myself at something of a loss, in this place, with so many people from such seemingly different times and places. It seems impossible that one person could have brought us here, and insensible that they should.

[That, though, is a subject he's sure has been at the center of many debates. What truly haunts him is what he heard from Peggy and Ariadne before.] I was led to believe that this place was a sort of afterlife, and yet, if I understand correctly, there are some here with ambitions to return to their homes. I do not see how such a thing could be accomplished.

[And that's it. No suggestions, he's just mulling. Aloud, and in public, which, he realizes now, is terribly unseemly.]

Forgive me. There is little purpose to these musings. Perhaps they are better off left unvoiced.

kelpful

[Those who have seen it before might recognise that Percy is sitting in Annabeth's suite and using her console rather than his own] Okay, so, first things first. Sea prunes? Don't go there. And I'm saying that as the guy whose dad probably invented them.

[His fingers reach for a nearby pen and absently tap it against the desk before he scrawls something meaningless on a piece of paper nearby. People who have spoken to Percy before might not that he's more twitchy than usual, almost agitated.] Second, um. Are there any jobs going in places that are a little more Foreigner friendly? Apparent customers won't buy things from places if the person serving them calls them a jerk, even if they're being one. The managers don't seem to like it, either. Something without boring, repetitive tasks would be great, too. As it turns out, that's kind of hard to deal with when you're ADHD. [A beat. He fold the paper in half absently slides it into a nearby book.] And if any writing could be in Ancient Greek, that would be awesome. Dyslexics of the world untie, that sort of thing.

[He picks the book up and places it somewhere off-screen, seemingly unaware of what he's doing. A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he laughs, a little sheepishly] Okay, so I don't do a great job at selling myself. But I promise, I'm hardworking. I'm resourceful, I don't mind manual labour, I can talk to sea creatures and horses, and I make a mean garden hose. And I really, really need something to do here, or else I'm going to lose my mind. And believe me when I say no one wants a crazy demigod on their hands. [He gives a small wave, and is about to disappear when he thinks of something]

Oh yeah! Apparently there are some people who don't know how to swim? I can totally teach you, if you want. Or...I dunno, take people on water rides around the turtle. Floating around in the ocean in a bubble is pretty neat, I'm just saying.

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.

brbparadise

[The suite is dark, all of the windows blacked out or curtains drawn and layered thickly upon her arrival. Mavis can be seen by the light of the console screen, however, and her expression is a cross between nervous and excited.]

This place is so different. There's nice kedan around to explain things. And people! Actual humans here! I can hardly believe it! That's so seriously cool!

[She shifts in her chair, almost bouncing with that nervous excitement.]

So, uh, hi. [She waves at the screen.] My name is Mavis Dracula.

[She bites her lip, a quick flickering of doubt accompanying the crossing of her fingers. The hope is evident in her gesture: Please, please let the humans like her! And not turn out to be murderously anti-vampire.]

tangentdarko

[Donnie flicks the video on in the late morning. He's wearing pajamas while a cafe is visible in the background. He frowns.]

Is there a doctor or a therapist here? I'm almost out of my medication and sometimes I see things when I'm not on them and I think it would be better if I could get more. I don't really know where to look to get the same thing I had back home because I don't know a lot about the pills except what they look like and what they're supposed to do and I don't even know if that's true because Dr Thurman could have been lying and it's not like my dad would know. He couldn't even remember her name.

I guess I don't really have to take the same thing. I sleepwalk a lot if I'm not taking them though and I wake up in weird places and that wasn't such a big deal in Middlesex because I knew where everything was and most people knew about my problem so they usually just woke me up and let me go home, but I don't think they'll be that nice about it here because it seems like they don't really like people that aren't Kedan.

[He sighs a little.]

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?

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?]

aenseidhe

[ There’s a narrow face peering close at the console - high cheekbones and a nasty scar poking out from under the red cloth that covers the man’s right eye. Or lack thereof. He peers for a moment before leaning back, arms crossing as he speaks up. ]

I’m looking for other Scoia’tael in the area. I’d settle for another elf alone, between the mass of humans milling around here. [ A derisive snort, and Iorveth looks to the side for the moment - pointed ears at the side of his head incidentally apparent. ] The dh’oine stink of this place is enough to make one gag.

[ A moment of contemplation and the elf picks at the dirt under blunted nails idly as he speaks. ]

I’ve set my camp in a tree on the outskirts of the wood sector. [ His tone goes a little deadpan, with the same kind of condescension in it, but it’s very matter of fact. ] It’s a mass of wooden planks, rope, rough cloth and a six foot, one eyed elf - it shouldn’t be that hard to miss. I’m giving you dh’oine fair warning - there are traps laid around the perimeter and any who manage to pass those will take an arrow between the eyes.

If there’s a need for me to say it more than once, your race will likely be better off without you.

[ A pause, and he’s about to end the transmission, when he glances back, considering. ]

Gwynbleidd - If you’re here, come speak with me.

[[ ooc; On translations: I left the original Elder Speech words in here, even though they’ll be understood by anyone listening just like anything else, mainly to signal when Iorveth’s accent would have shifted between what he understands as Common and what he says in Elder speech. ANYWHO. Here.
Scoia’tael - directly translated: squirrels. It’s a band of nonhuman guerrilla warriors, though. But all that would be understood is ‘squirrels’ :’|
dh’oine - human. spoken in a derogatory tone
Gwynbleidd - White Wolf. ]]

controlledvariable

[The voice that comes over the network is female and American, but lacking any particular accent beyond that, and her voice is even when she speaks. Those who've met Batgirl before might recognize it, but it's distinctly not Steph.

The message is sent to the members list. And her Bruce, because he'd just hack it anyway.]

Hi, this is Batgirl, or Spoiler, since I introduced myself to a few of you that way. I think most of you have met me by now; for those who haven't, I'm one of those vigilante types you've likely seen running around and if you need character references I'll put you in contact with someone who can confirm that I'm one of the good guys.

I know this method of contacting people probably seems a little strange, but I have a proposition to make, and this was the simplest way to talk to a lot of you at once.

I'm sure everyone's familiar with the concept of a team of superheroes, especially since a lot of you are from worlds with vigilantes, and I've talked to some of you about this already but the recent events during the dive made me realize I need to push my schedule forward a bit. The Emperor clearly has no interest in sharing information with us, so we can't be prepared for whatever threats are going to come our way, but I'm hoping if we get organised, start working together and figuring out how to operate in a crisis, we won't be caught so off guard again.

I've secured us a base of operations, as it were, in the Earth Sector, near the centre of the city. [a map is attached] If you're seeing this message, then you're welcome to use it regardless of whether you want to be officially on a team or not, it's a safe space for us all as much as it's a headquarters. Originally I'd wanted this to be more focused on training and sharing expertise, but again, after the last couple of weeks I'm sure we can agree working on strategies might be useful. Still, there's equipment available to use, and I've got a few particular training sessions in mind once we get set up, but until then everyone's free to use the space however they want.

There's a lot more info I can give, but I'd like to be able to do that in person rather than over the network, so for now I'll leave the floor open to questions and set a tentative date for a first official meeting at the headquarters this time next week, unless anyone can't attend then for whatever reason.

Before anyone replies, I'll let you know that I've set up two encryptions on this message which you should be able to see when you go to reply, the first of which is a private line between the console I'm on, and each person's individual console, and the second is a filter that will allow a message to be seen by everyone I've invited. If you'd like to contact me directly for whatever reason, you should use the first one, but if you're comfortable letting the group see, use the filter option.

Thank you for your time.

[[OOC: Specify in the subject line whether your character is using the private or group filter encryption please!]]

Private to Annabeth:

Your friends from home are welcome to join us. I didn't include them in the filter since they don't know me, and aren't likely to trust the whole superhero thing the same way some of the other kids I haven't met are. Figured I'd let you be the judge of whether they should come or not.

suoxi

[ Inara appears on the video screen to those who might happen to be watching at this particular time, poised and smiling and entirely at ease. ]

It appears as if new arrivals are a fairly frequent occurrence. Every weekend, it seems. I know it's a trying time and very frustrating, but if one chooses to think of it as an opportunity as opposed to misfortune, then perhaps it isn't quite so bad. In any case - welcome.

[ pleasantries aside...]

Now, down to business -- literally. [ she smiles and it's a bit more cautious this time, head tilting slightly as she wonders at the wisdom of her query. ]

I have been told by the kedan that there is an area of my sector that caters to specific needs and comforts, and while I am certain their tastes run true, mine, perhaps, might be a bit different.

For those of you that don't know me, my name is Inara Serra, and I am a Companion. [ seeing as no one here seems to be from the 'Verse, she decides to elaborate - delicately. ]

I provide company, conversation and comfort to those who might desire such a thing, and I am paid [ a high sum ] for my time. I entertain, converse with, and bestow companionship to my clients, and ensure that they have only a positive, enlightening and joyful experience when they are with me.

[ another polite smile. ]

If there is, perhaps, someone here who could show me some of the...finer institutions that the city has to offer that might be more suited to my personal tastes, I would be most grateful. Thank you.

howherolls

[ the Peeta that sits before the screen still looks like shit, but there's a little more confidence to him as he speaks: ]

There's going to be a new bakery in town. [ he grins, a little awkwardly but it's still somewhat charming ] And it could use some customers starting tomorrow. It's in the Water section, if you need help finding it, feel free to ask me or Astrid. People who order something more expensive then three juulans get a free slice of cake. To celebrate. The opening, that is. And the not being destroyed by mutts thing. Though that could use some celebration as well.

[ he pauses, rubbing his hands together ]

Also I was wondering who to get in touch with regarding...therapy.

It's not related to the cake, I promise.

howherolls

[ a haggard looking young man sits on a bed, his hands wringing together over and over again as he speaks. There's a hollowness to his stare, and he takes a little longer than most between his sentences, thoughtfully ]

I was working...on having responsibilities again. I baked bread starting at four in the morning until noon. At noon I fed the geese. Depending on the day, I might have free time after that, but by dinner I helped Katniss cook and I would dead-head the flowers in the garden.

The schedule...helped.

[ his hands spasm erratically for a moment, then still as Peeta clenches his jaw ]

And now I'm here. [ he offers a tight smile ] And that means I'm not feeding geese and the garden's not going anywhere anytime soon. Not to mention there's a possible deer overpopulation problem in District Twelve.

[ he sighs ]

So there go my responsibilities. And schedule. I guess this serves as a fair warning for you all.

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