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You go too far, Iron Man! You know not what you have done, knavish cullion. I will relish taking my revenge, make no mistake. I hate you, hate, with every ounce of my being and this shall not be a mistake you ever dare repeat.

[ Loki's mad. Real mad.

Just in case that wasn't obvious. ]

I was on level four hundred and thirty-three! [ His voice goes high enough it cracks on the last word, and he huffs before continuing. ] Why would you even do that? Is this not against your Midgardian Geneva Conventions? Candy Crush Saga should be sacred and untouchable.

[ He hasn't even checked his other games yet. He deflates somewhat, plaintively fussing: ] It's just so rude.

afirewithfashion

[It’s colder than it was. The light enters his new suite enters at a lower angle, casting long, ugly shadows. He hasn't taken the time to rearrange this one. He doesn’t like the deep stripes, like bars across the furniture, and it would be almost nothing to move things, give the room better flow -- but every time he tries, his hands begin shaking. He holds them under the desk, out of sight of the console.]

I don’t know exactly how much time has passed.

[He can’t account for it, the gap in his memory. Oh, he remembers. Late summer sunlight, sitting at the table, gathering the pleats of fabric, pinning them in place. The chill light of the city, filtered through the water, as the turtle dove. And then nothing. He sits in front of the console, dressed far too lightly for the sudden onset of cold weather. But his face shows none of the near panic, the unanswered questions. Just a pleasant, even expression.]

It’s obvious that some has; at least several weeks. Is Finnick Odair still here, or maybe Katniss Everdeen?

[Katniss was gone, but maybe... There’s a sick twist of hope in his gut that he struggles to keep hidden. Katniss would know. If she’s here, she could answer the questions that he desperately needs to know the answers to. But he can’t hang his hopes on that.]

Well, even if they aren’t, I’m going to need to get my feet back under me. I’m opening up commissions for made-to-order clothing. My name is Cinna -- I previously worked in Favrielle no Eglantine’s dress shop, and I have several years of tailoring experience. I’d hope there is someone here still who can vouch for my work.

[But he doesn’t know -- it could well have been years. Where was he, in the time he can’t account for? Who had him? He swallows.]

Thank you.

parallels

[Clara has still been under the weather the past few days and so she's been avoiding the network even more than usual. But now she something to say. She turns the video on, coughs, then clears her throat before speaking.]

Hullo. Clara, by the way, if you don't know. Been stuck inside with a nasty cold for the past few days so I've been doing a lot of reading. Well, more reading than usual. And so I've finished with the third read through of all the books I've managed to recover here.

[She gestures to a pile next to her. There's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, The Little Prince, Pride and Prejudice along with a few other Austin novels, and Canturbury Tales. All of them have significant wear.]

So I was thinking and had a clever thought. Plenty of people I've talked to are also quite into reading and I do imagine we're in the same miserably situation of having only a few books in English or otherwise Earth languages. Like I said, I'm on the third go for mine.

But if we all exchanged books that we had we had with each other, we'd be able to actually read something new and not just go for repeated viewings. Even I'm getting a bit bored these and they're my favorites. Might be able to get in a few new good reads. We could even lend out books to anyone who doesn't have any.

Spread a bit of literature about, get some new books to shove our noses in, it's a brilliant plan if you ask me. And not just because I thought of it.

[She grins but then coughs and sniffs before biting her lip. Like she's unsure about if she actually wants to say what she has to say next.]

And if you haven't heard, the Doctor, the funny one with the bowtie, has left the turtle. Won't find him anywhere.

[She shakes her head before looking back up at the screen. It's clear that it was something that she felt had to be said,]

So English or other earth language book owners, give me a ring. Let's discuss each other's collections. Make a few swaps. Maybe we'll even make it a club.

dow

Greetings. I am Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise, a Starfleet contingent of the United Federation of Planets. I understand that we are temporally isolated as well as spatially displaced and that this is not a subdivision of any one possible multiverse, neither a pocket dimension of any one universe, but a unique quantum singularity linking many and each possible variation thereof. If others here have scientific findings of this nature, I pre-emptively extend my gratitude in the event of any information being divulged.

[ AKA pls share ur theories. He's not human, in case anyone with eyes and ears missed the blatant memo staring them in the face, the approximation of what would happen were a dollop of raw science ~~and a great jawline~~ to get mixed with an elf in a blender. Spock pauses thoughtfully, glancing away, and a single slender brow arches when he looks back; there are likely a great deal of customs to be observed from numerous new species and races, none of which he seeks to offend. ]

It has been brought to my attention that this is not my first foray into Keeliai. While I would request that you exert a measure of patience with my ... freshly acquired outlook, you will find me amenable to revisiting former acquaintances. [ Again he hesitates, though this time it comes across as more of an amendment. If you've been hanging out with his BFF, prepare to explain why, how and to what end. ] Similarly, I wish to meet with any and all allies of Captain James T. Kirk at their earliest convenience.

All remaining Starfleet personnel are to submit a fully comprehensive report effective immediately regarding their time here. Audio will suffice, given the circumstances.

[ And off goes the feed. ]

manofiron

[ Finding out that Pepper's stocks in Stark Industries have been transferred to him - and because she'd been running it, he can only assume that it's the lion's share - and that that means she's presumably gone is not the way he wants to start the day. But it is what it is and there's nothing he can do about it.

He's wearing the suit, though the helmet's off, and the expression on his face is as professionally detached as the matter-of-fact tone of his voice when he speaks. ]

It's come to my attention that Pepper Potts may no longer be in residence in the city.

[ That covers that and he's not lingering on it. If he does, he'll wonder what that means, if some piece of her has gone back to the world she remembers or if she's dead and her body is being recycled or whatever it is they do with clones when they're gone. It isn't something he needs to worry about right now. Not in front of an audience. So he moves right along to business. ]

I've been informed that per her request, her interests in Stark Industries have been transferred to me. For those of you don't know, I'm Tony Stark, and if you work for SI, it means you're working for me.

[ May whatever aliens people consider gods help them all. ]

If you do, I want to know who you are and what you do for the company. If you don't, and you want to, talk to me.

And be prepared for change. It's coming.

[ What that change is, he doesn't know yet. But once he finds out what the company's been doing, he'll figure out the right path for it to take under his leadership. And this time, it's going to be a damn sight better than the last time he was at the helm. ]

angermanaging

Looking to gather some info. Please respond with succinct list of what you would consider unalterable laws of reality in your home dimension, e.g. gravity, conservation of mass, particular laws of magic.

Will attempt to compile results into meaningful commonalities across dimensions. Maybe there's a universal law somewhere.

Would prefer text response if possible. Thanks.

B. Banner

[The message is then repeated in audio, if preceded by Bruce clearing his throat, for those that can't read English.]

( Encrypted 60% to castmates & established CR. )

wintershepherd

[ Jack looks better than he has in months and the combination of his newly cooled 3-A treehouse and the wearable unit Jack kept under his hoodie for when he went out meant he was back to his usual good (ahem) spirits. He was busy during the Yard Sale and may have borrowed some of his "allowance" from his shares of SI to fund a few of the things, but he thinks they'll be well worth it. All gifts are delivered overnight with no excess fanfare, just his initials in the corner of each simple folded card. ]

So, someone should catch me up on what kind of summer holiday things should be happening around here. Not that they'll be nearly as good as winter activities, but I'm gonna be gracious and give them a chance.

[ private to Tony Stark (MCU) / basic encryption; ]

[ There's no evident trace of Jack's consternation from a few days ago in Jack's voice -- nor his expression, though he doubts the man has acquired the ability to see him yet. ]

So I wanted to apologize for the mix-up when you arrived and introduce myself properly. My name's Jack, it's nice to meet you. Don't worry about the whole not-seeing thing, that'll probably wear off, it's kind of part of the spirit thing. Also, please don't mind the bed that's in the Stark Building freezer if you go in there, kind of a long story. Anyway, it sounds like Pepper and Bruce have got you settled in, so maybe we'll run into each other at SI some time! Catch you later, Tony.

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((OOC: Since we have lots of new people, don't forget to check out Jack's permissions post for whether your character can see/hear him or whether they will view an empty feed/audio only/etc. ))

( Cut for gift list! )

magicalpadawan

[Today, network, you are getting a view of Molly's apartment. More specifically, the floor of Molly's apartment, where a circle of power has been drawn with chalk. In that circle, there are -- well, there were three tribbles. There's a few more, now. Anyway, the tribbles are happily meandering around the circle; Molly is not too far off, staring hard at the circle and obviously concentrating, murmuring things under he breath.

After a few moments, the tribbles are moving rather slower, almost sleepily -- and, more importantly, they aren't reproducing. There's a hint of frost on the walls of the circle. Molly blinks, then grins and turns to the camera.]

Well. There's one way of solving our tribble problem. I could try and do a really big one if anyone wants, but I'm not sure how long it takes for them to, uh, thaw out.

asouthron

[ McCoy does his best to look dignified despite the terrible and shameful embarrassment he feels inside having to publicly announce this ridiculous emergency. It doesn't help matters that his desk is covered in soft, cute little creatures that are softly trilling all around. ]

This is Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the USS Enterprise. [ Yes, he's emphasizing that just so people take his warnings seriously as a highly-esteemed medical professional! And his affiliation with Jim can't hurt. Or can it? Oh God how many people actually like James T. Kirk? Shit Shiiit! ]

As some of you may have noticed, there's been a... contaminate leak in the Fire Sector. A foreign body escaped its... confines [ Fridge ] and has started multiplyin' at an excessive rate. [ And by excessive, he means the world is literally exploding with furballs. ] For those of you not in the Sector, they look like this [ He dutifully points to the puffballs on his desk. ]

Don't be alarmed! They're extremely docile, but in an unfamiliar and stressful environment, they begin to breed rapidly. Our Science Officer has calculated that they breed about every twelve hours [ 11.784 hours, but like hell McCoy is giving Spock the satisfaction of accurate fractions! ], producing anywhere from 8 to 12 at a time. Anyone with any kinda math skill can see that's a huge damn problem!

The best way to keep those furbags from eatin' you outta house and home and food is puttin' 'em on ice. It won't kill 'em, but it'll stop reproduction and slow down their life cycle.

If you have any questions, contact me or any StarFleet officer nearest you [ McCoy, Spock, or Jim will be more than happy to be assaulted by your questions. ]

McCoy out.

((ooc: For more information on the event, character plots, questions, or concerns, check out the OOC coordination post here ))

the_other_eight

[Before anything else there's the sound of rustling followed by a door shutting. Pepper is still trying to keep Tony from overexerting himself and overloading his 'heart'. It's been a long and difficult struggle. She didn't expect that she'd need to make this announcement, and with how busy she's been with the stubborn genius she hadn't even really thought of making it. However, after her conversation with Johnny she realized that she ought to have made it. Sadly, Bruce is going to end up put in the spotlight here. Hey, he's the best they've got without a 'badassium' heart.]

Stark Industries would like to extend it's facilities to those who are still able to assist with the current situation. If you're among those who are still capable and wish to help, then please see Dr Bruce Banner at the Stark Industries laboratories. Thank you.

( [Private \\ Stark filter to those she knows who are either superhuman, magical, or use non-local tech to function] )

dungfu

[Once again, an Amaterasu post begins with a round of barking. But this time she stops after seven seconds and moves to the side to let the camera pick up what's right behind her-- a painting on the wall. The colors are vivid and a little sparkly if you look at it at the right angle.

And then she speaks.]

You want a painting too? [Short and simple. This is her way of trying to cheer everyone up-- by painting for them.]

excessivehubris

[Well, this time around at least the technology was familiar. Time had been spent adjusting to the idea that he had been drawn back to this world after what seemed like having just left, though from what he'd learned from the kedan it had been quite a few months since he'd last been aboard the turtle's back.

He had found it easier to speak with the kedan this time, discussing the various events, such as the turtle's dive and the unruly actions of some of the residents that had resulted in punishments and imprisonment. Charles hinted at the palace, trying to discover if there had been any headway made with the Emperor and also seeing if he could get any sense of whether or not the book he'd found had been taken back to the palace.

From what he could gather, it did not sound as if there had been any sort of scandal surrounding the discovery of palace property in a visitor owned business, so Charles had hope. Hope that he needed to put into action, to see if he could secure that book before either it fell into the wrong hands or he was shut off from it.

Triggering on the device, he gave the camera a warm smile before reaching up to sheepishly rub at the nape of his neck.]

Good afternoon,

I suspect my face will be familiar to some of you as this is, quite interestingly, not my first trip to Tu Vishan. To those I have not had the pleasure of meeting before, my name is Professor Charles Xavier and I was a citizen of the city for a few months back ... well back a few months ago. I had left but it appears that perhaps my time here was not complete, as I find myself returned.

[And given what the natives told new arrivals about the city and the turtle, about the nature of dreams and the place between life and death, Charles was more than a little curious about being brought back. However, that curiosity was going to have to wait for now.]

Mr. Wayne? I was wondering if you were still about and if so, this is quite forward of me I suppose but if so, could I petition to have my job back? If you haven't had cause to change the layout of my original lab and office, they would be perfectly acceptable accommodation as would my original salary.

[The last was tacked on in a bit of a rush, not anything too untoward, unless you knew Charles well, in which case it might have sounded a bit ... odd.]

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