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[This is a risk. Not everyone likes him and he knows at least one that probably wants him dead. Still, he won't sit and hide just because of some injuries. Besides Notch makes for a wonderful bodyguard.

Hawke really should be in bed instead of in front of his console, but here he is. He looks better but only barely. There's bruising where his head struck the wall and his left arm hangs in a sling. If he looks grumpy it's because he is. Hawke hates how useless these injuries have made him but he refuses to use what few potions he has on anything not life threatening.

After a beat he lifts a scribbled note.]

I need a hand. Who wants some work?

[Man this sucks.]

grigio

[Julie's been trying to help get things back in some semblance of order around here, but there's a lot to do and frankly it felt a little overwhelming at times. So she didn't really do a lot to check in with friends which finally caught up to her and she felt bad. Today, she's at her console which is flickering and wavering and screeching on occasion. She's recording from her suite and the video on her end fickers from her with her head ducked down, pen in hand as she writes something on a piece of paper to the very shadowy image of...something...moving on screen. At one point, the feed blinks out entirely and when it comes back on, she's holding up a piece of paper. Her note is short.]

Everyone I know, please check in.

[Whether or not it actually is seen, she's not sure. She holds that note up for a good minute just to be sure before letting setting the paper down and waiting nervously. All she wants is to know where her friends are so she can talk to them.]

akito

There's... Um... There is a... big... child... turtle in my head? Its name is Quintus. He's cute...

[ Even if he wasn't under the influence of turtle parentage, Akito would feel more relaxed now than he has since he first arrived. Having that empty void in his mind filled somewhat is a good feeling. Still, he doesn't really know what the heck is going on. ]

Is he okay staying outside? What am I supposed to do with him?

[ Aside from dote on him because cute and affectionate. And helping with the loneliness a little. Though mystical baby turtles in his head isn't all he wanted to post about - he has some other news that he's actually pretty happy with. ]

Ah... In other news! I found a small area that would be good to teach beginners how to skate with roller blades. It's not the best, but it's something, ne?

So, um... If anyone wants to learn how to roller blade, I can teach you in return for something else! I can teach beginners all the way up to professional-level skating. I don't have all the equipment for it though... But if you don't mind not having protective padding, I can definitely start teaching you right away! You just have to have a pair of roller blades!

Or if you would rather learn ice skating, I can teach that too! Beginners to professional! I just don't know if there is a skating rink here...

[ He falls silent for a moment, debating on whether or not to ask the last question he has before deciding that it won't hurt to try: ]

I also found a small field for sports... Would anyone want to play Ultimate Frisbee with me? Full body contact allowed! But, ah... No superpowers?

That's it! Thank you very much.

(( ooc: @ hawke-mun & skul-mun! i hope it's okay to assume akito already bumped into quintus and played with him a bit? he'll seek out his turtle to play with once a day from now on, too! please feel free to contact me! ))

fuckchild

[Hello freaky turtle city, it's probably the most inconvenient time you're getting this text. Dante's bored and he hasn't gotten himself into a fight, so here he is, sending out stupid texts. It's a multiple part text so you may answer whatever you feel like, or not. Whatever.]

show of hands how many of you assholes are superheroes? you know, the crime fighters, the freaks with the costumes, the sidekicks... you get the idea. also 18 y.o anarchist seeking adventurous hot freaky girls willing to explore a little too much. dinner optional. more into bars. shots. whiskey. beer. that kind of thing. girl must be able to handle her alcohol and get into some trouble. this isn't how it's done is it?

[Eh, probably not. He doesn't care.]

flamingshortshorts

[The message is simple and to the point, but hopefully with just enough of a hook to get some curious ladies interested.]

21yo soldier seeking adventurous lady open to a fun night of dinner, dancing, and a side of crimefighting. Maybe even some fireworks. Good time guaranteed. Must like banter and trying new things. Right hook and knowledge of firearms always welcome. Ladies pick the food and the music. If interested, send private message to talk more details.

[Someone is maybe looking to get his best friend a date without telling said friend he is doing it. Call it a late birthday surprise.]

skybluejeep

[Stiles is much, much happier than the last time he made a network post. He's also in a considerably different location. He's not in his suite in the Earth sector. In fact, for those who pay attention to these sorts of things, they'll note that he's calling it in from Derek's network ID. Welp.]

Ladies and gentlemen of Keelai, I have a very important announcement to make. Today, April the eighth, marks a momentous occasion in history. A day to be spoken of in legend and myth and song, when the stars and planets align, and rainbows and puppies spontaneously appear.

I am eighteen.

You are looking at an official man, everybody. It is my birthday, hosanna hosanna, hallelujah and so on.

Since Amazon gift registries aren't a thing here, I'll be happy to provide a written list of acceptable tributes and gifts, form an orderly line if you please, no shoving.

iwannabeadragon

[Hawke doesn't like these consoles. In fact he doesn't much like anything more technologically advanced than say, a crossbow. Unfortunately this city is full of gadgets and gizmos he doesn't understand. Nilin helped show him just how vastly out of his league he is when it comes to such things. If he's going to be here for the long haul though, he needs to adapt. To adapt, he'll need some help.]

So who here has any know-how with these console things? I'm tired of barely knowing what I'm doing with this thing. There's already enough things in this city that make me feel stupid. I don't need one more.

[And after a certain encounter he doesn't trust his fellow Foreigners as much as he once did. Plus it might be helpful to know these things when you're in the smuggling business.]

And does anyone know anything about mind control? More specifically on how to stop it?

[If that summoner is the least bit competent he'll be able to piece this together easily. The thought doesn't bother Hawke. Let him think Hawke is scared, but he doesn't make the mistake of underestimating people. One of the reasons he comes out alive after all his battles.]

nowthatsfunny

[There are a lot of things Tess could talk about, if she was inclined. Bad things, mostly. The kinds of things that keep her awake at night, and plague her with nightmares when she does manage to sleep. Things from back home, things from the bottle, things that are really Ellie's to tell and not hers at all.

Death and loss and violence, and more death.

But fuck that. She's got something way more important to talk about. Like her hair.]

I found a gray hair today. [She twists her face into an approximation of disgust.] Can you believe that? So now I'm wondering if I should just dye it. [She tugs on a lock of her mousy brown hair - shinier and healthier than it was when she first showed up, that's for damn sure, but otherwise not particularly notable.]

But I don't remember the first thing about it. Anybody got tips for me? Or is it a shitty idea and I should forget it?

lostundercover

[Costigan sounds detached from the subject matter right now, but those attentive may notice a very slight slur on some words. He may or may not be intoxicated.]

Abigail Hobbs is gone, as are Walter Bishop and Rebecca Holiday.

That makes about a dozen in the last month. Anyone else worried about how many people are disappearing? No, why bother? It's not like we get along here and we're all just as fucked as they were anyway, right?

[There's a short silence before he cuts off.]

[100% encrypted to: Dick Grayson]
[He speaks noticeably clearer in his short message.]
Watch the Center. I'll be back in a week or two.

mightythinice

[Ellie clicks on the console. While those who don't know her might think she looks like a normal 14 year old, those that do know her can tell she's trying to distract herself.

She rubs her nose as she ponders how to start this, before thinking that maybe she should even just cut the feed off. But, hell, she made it this far.

Her arm is bandaged up in a rough sling-- something she did herself.]

Sooo... I guess we can talk about what the fuck just happened, or we can talk about something better. Like, okay, I've had some of the kedan read to me?

Guys, guys. Their stories are fucking hilarious. I'm not even sure how someone gets engaged 12 times on accident, but there's a story for that.

And there's a story about the guy who had a huge case of mistaken identity, and owed a stupid amount of debt because someone pretended to be him when gambling.

... And a huge amount of these end up being romance stories.

Don't even fucking ask me.

[she shrugs and offers a little grin]

I asked if there was any stuff about someone pissing off a monster, or going to outer space, but nope. Nothing. Nada.

How fucking weird is that?

beardedflannel

[ How long has it been since he last sat at a working computer? Twenty some odd years now? Joel stares down at the keyboard. It shouldn't be that hard to get working, he knows there's a power button somewhere on the damn thing.

The last thing he remembers using was his cell phone, even then his memory is hazy on the brand and size. He almost doesn't remember what it had looked like, what he'd had on it or the list of its contacts.

Dammit--focus. Gotta find her. Figure out what the hell is goin' on.

A deep breath.

The device is powered up, and it takes a solid minute for the screen to show up, his eyes roaming over the icons on the screen as if trying to remember what is what. There's got to be some way he can use this to get in touch with someone - anyone. With her. If she's even here, he reminds himself. Which seems impossible given what he last remembers happening before blacking out. ]

This on? [ Joel wonders where the microphone is, but what does it matter. He should be able to speak and it should pick up his voice no problem. ] Am I gettin' through here to anyone?

[ Fuck it. ]

Look- [ Heaves out a heavy and impatient sigh. On edge. Old nerves wrought with anxiety he's trying real hard to keep bottled in. ] -I'm lookin' for a young girl. Just over five feet, has a scar on her right brow, brown-red hair in a ponytail, sorta past her shoulders. She'll be wearin' a faded jacket and a gray shirt with a backpack on her back. [ Or was last he'd been with her. ]

She's got one helluva mouth on her too, you can't - Christ--you can't miss her.

[ Like hell will he mention her name on a network of strangers, though, even if it would benefit him more in the end than anything else.

Joel tries to keep his voice steady; he can't afford to break apart on some foreign network. To strangers. Keep it together, keep it together. But if someone tells him they haven't seen her--he might just slip up and lose it. ]

If she's here - then where?

puppetfetish

_{[ Evening. Here is Bro Strider again with a very important announcement. It's pretty important, considering the guy is actually wearing something that is fucking formal looking. His typically spiked, platinum hair is combed neatly and swept to the side, and he is lacking his hat. The light is low.. and.. was a bouquet of flowers..? Yeah, that's right— looks like red roses.
Don't worry. He's not trying to seduce you... I don't think. (??????) ]}

Yo.
Valentine's Day is right 'round the corner. That means absolute bullshit to me other than the fact that business boomed back home for me at this time of year.
Jesus fucking dicksacks.
Do people got nothin' better to do on Valentine's Day besides fucking each other? Pretty fitting. I ain't complainin' too much if it brings in the Benjamin Franklins for me, but for real.

_{[ He lowers his pointed shades for a moment just to wink. Oh, so that's his eye color. It's a really unusual orange. ]}

Been workin' on some stuff in my spare time. Like this— this— not to mention this.

_{[ As he says each item, he holds them up with the most vacant expression, peering over each item then tossing it aside. Yeah, you're right. This was the guy a few weeks ago who was hunting for a fist to fist fight... and now he's displaying risque looking clothing. ]}

Other various things I probably shouldn't show on the public network even though ya'll would get a kick outta'm.
Contact me for any more information.

By the way— anybody got any information on the brothels 'round here? Any information at all is helpful.
Got my own reasons why.

_{[ With that, he gently takes one of the roses and bites the stem, holding it in his mouth for a moment before cutting the video.
Listen, it could have been worse. He almost wore some of his items and put himself on display. ]}

jirk

[Just another day in the life of Jim Kirk. He has a cup of coffee off to one side, and he's dressed in his command golds. He's not big on the network, but hey. Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty.]

Bryn Zethir is gone. She left me in charge of the Brazen Turtle, so if her employees could touch base with me so we can work out where to go from here, that'd be appreciated. Everybody else, first drink's on the house.

[A slight pause, and then he wets his lips.]

And for those of you that knew her, The Archive has returned home as well.

[That seems more like a footnote, tacked on in as casual a way as possible, but anyone who knows him knows the deflection's just an act.]

offday

[Don't panic. Don't panic.

Eugene paced back and forth endlessly, staring at the console in his suite, and repeating the instructions he was given over and over again in his head. Even after everything he had seen while arriving in this world, including suddenly appearing there and feeling like a drowned rat, he had a hard time believing this kind of technology existed. Yet, there is the console in front of him, primed and ready to go.

Eugene takes a deep breath, patting both of his cheeks simultaneously, and getting his “game face on”.]

You've got this, Flynn. You can do this. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? These guys could be lying, and you get sucked into some other strange world where they turn you into a fish—and okaay, not going there. Nope. That train of thought ends right there.

[There's nothing to it but to do it. Delaying the inevitable is only making things worse. Logs into the console and gets things going.]

So, I've heard there's a bunch of people on the other end of this thing. Possibly alive. Possibly dead. Like me.

[Eugene is really, really hoping the former is the truth and not the latter.]

And to you I say, hey. How's it going? The name's Flynn; Flynn Rider. Like the rest of you, I come from a place far, far away, where things happen and all that. Blah. Blah. Blah.

[Flashes the console one of his infamous grins.]

The whole thing sounds a bit suspect if you ask me, but here I am. Denying everything and all that isn't going to do me much good. What is far more useful is finding out more about this place. I'm open to hearing everything and anything about this place.

[Stares at the console for a moment, trying to play it cool while secretly hoping and wondering if he used this thing properly.]

hisbabygirl

Hello..?

[Have yourself a twelve year old girl testing the water on the shiny new thing and mumbling to herself a little as she does.]

...I hope I'm doing this right.

[Oh right. The people can hear her. Sarah takes a deep breath and gets to talking.]

I uh, gotta say, this is some real crazy stuff going on. I don't even know where to start makin' sense of any of it. The Kedan people, the ones that work here? I think they work here. Live here? I dunno. They explained a lot of stuff but I'm still trying to wrap my head around even being here.

[Sarah pauses. When she speaks again it's with a little less certainty.]

Do they ever make mistakes with who they bring here? I'm not sure I'm the monster fighting type.

[Not real ones anyway.]

softlycall

[ The woman seated in the centre of the video feed is pensive, worry in the lines of her mouth and the tension of her brow, but when she's sure the feed is working, those lines make a small shift until she's smiling - lopsidedly, sure, but genuine - into the camera. If this device does what they've told her, she'll have no complaints. ]

A good day to ye, friends. [ Whoever she's addressing. The uncertainty has her lifting her chin in unconscious bravado. ] I'm not a face any of ye'll be knowing, but if all's true we're to be allies all the same. The name's Anne Bonny, and I'd surely be obliged to any of ye with an idea of what to do for money in this fine city I'm to live in. I'm not in the mind to be stepping on toes, but it sounds like there isn't much call for a woman looking for shipwork round these parts, and war's no steady employment.

[ She pauses, then seems to come to some decision with a grimace. She'd abandoned barwork, and gladly, for ~~piracy~~ more exciting opportunities, but that's a world away. She adds, ] Something to the tune of serving drinks would be grand, for a time.

nowthatsfunny

[The woman on screen is clearly rough around the edges - her clothes are torn and stained with dirt and blood, she's got a couple of old cuts on her face. She also probably hasn't bathed in a few days.

She looks thoughtful as she squints into the screen, maybe even a little disconcerted.]

I don't know what I was expecting, but this? Definitely wasn't it. [A little light on both pearly gates and fire and brimstone, honestly. She won't say that out loud, though, it sounds trite even for her.]

So what's the catch? And do these computers have solitaire on them?

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