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[The pair are arguing before the camera even turns on. Colby’s annoyed, bordering on angry, but he’s containing himself somewhat.]

--for the last time, no! [And Colby turns to look at the console, and sees that it’s on. He turns back to Tony, eyes narrowed.] You little fucker.

[Tony’s a lot slicker than he appears to be, apparently, and had turned it on while Colby wasn’t paying attention. Ignoring Colby’s complaints for the moment, he turns to the camera:] As agents of the FDA, we’re expected to maintain some level of, er, decorum. [Sideways glance back at Colby.

Colby glares and gives Tony the finger.]

I understand that my fellow agent hasn’t been keeping up with that standard and has been [a jackass] causing trouble around Keeliai in the last couple months. He’s got something he’d like to say to you all.

[With a sigh, Colby runs his hand through his hair. Then, in the most deadpan, non-apologetic tone he can muster.] I’m sorry I’ve been a jackass. I’ll try harder next time. [Turns to Tony.] Happy?

[Tony says nothing and gives Colby a look, but hey-- he actually did it, at least. Good enough. He nods his approval.]

Good. Let’s move on to something more important. [Hipchecks Tony to the side and looks directly into the camera.] I need to know how to write “I wish for an unlimited supply of beets” in a variety of different languages.

Wh--

[A pause.] ...For reasons. Help a guy out.

[Dumbfounded, Tony makes a choked noise of surprise, then moves further back into the frame as he reaches to turn off the camera.]

John, what a-- [The feed cuts out mid-sentence.]

trainwrecked

[ This time, Bucky looks... a bit more composed than his previous broadcast. Not that he's feeling better, exactly, but he's recovered his determination. His drive. He wants to be done with this place, or maybe stop people from disappearing, and for all of these, he needs information. And to get information efficiently - as Una pointed out, one needs to find a way to talk to the Emperor without pissing her off. ]

[ Which Bucky definitely wasn't feeling up for, when she made her broadcast. But there would be other opportunities, he's sure, and he'd rather make ready. ]

Hey, all.

Sorry to bother you, but I was thinking... it's been brought up that the Emperor doesn't react too well to getting asked the same thing over and over again. So maybe if those who've been to audiences share what they've asked - answers entirely voluntary, obviously - that might make it easier for all of us, next time we get a chance.

What do you say? All entirely voluntary, of course.

[ Have at it. ]

ooc: Threadjackings and discussions entirely welcome.

Current Mood: determined

violetsedanchair

Greetings, everyone! This is Doctor Walter Bishop speaking. [He is looking directly at the camera and standing in front of a blank green chalkboard. As he gestures at the viewer, white powder can be seen on his hands and arms.]

I have been here for several weeks, and I have noticed that there are no pigs on this island. At least I have not observed any indicators of them: there are none around, and typical pork products, like bacon, are not available for consumption.

This is an issue that must be rectified! [He clears his throat. We are entering the spiel!] I have come up with three main avenues of research. [He backs up a little from the camera and reaches for the top of the chalkboard. He deftly flips it around revealing white text under the headline OPERATION "BRINGING HOME THE BACON".]

First! [He points: 1) ACQUIRING PIGS] We figure out a way to find some pigs of our own. It is possible there are pigs in this dimension, but we simply have not discovered them yet. A thorough exploration program should be pursued if one is not underway yet. Or, we reach into another dimension [A pig dimension? That's what Belly would call police stations back in the seventies...] and bring a breeding population back here with us. The technological implications there are exciting, but the hurdles severe. And as delicious as bacon is, having the ability to jaunt across dimensions would have better uses than importing pigs.

There are also ethical and legal implications in interdimensional pig rustling.

Second! [2) AN ACCEPTABLE SUBSTITUTE] This one is more likely to succeed, but less likely to be satisfying. We develop a substance that is as close enough to actual bacon as is possible. Some kind of flavoured, lard-fortified tofu perhaps. I ask culinary experts to weigh in.

Third. [3) SYNTHETIC PIGS] We may be able to recreate the pig genome and incubate embryos using your typical splicing and in vitro techniques. This would be biotechnologically very demanding and we have very little to go on with the pig genome. It would require a great deal of trial and error. As far as I can tell there are no species in here that are even remote relatives of the Sus scrofa domesticus. Some of you may point out the similarities between the human genome and the pig genome! The differences are still too vast. It would be easier to create a pig out of a turtle than a human.

[There is a faded fourth line of text that has been scrubbed away, but which eagle-eyed viewers might be able to read: 4) THE LONG PIG OPTION).

There you have it! I hope for a very productive discussion. Any help or advice would be warmly welcome, and if there is enough interest, perhaps we can hold a symposium on the question in the near future!

[Walter reaches for the console and the feed terminates.]

backwordscompatible

[A very noticeably 15-year-old girl appears on screen. Yes, her age is important to note, considering the events of the last week. Zatanna stares directly at the camera, looking a mixture of accomplished and exasperated. Clearly done with everything.]

Okay. There. I fixed it.

Happy now?

[Folding her arms across her chest, she blows some hair out of her face and leans back.]

You can all stop collectively glaring at me now. I can still feel you judging from up here.

((ooc: In case it wasn't already obvious...Event Over!))

cibopath

[Howdy, network; have a slightly less scruffy guy! He seems to have cleaned himself up a little bit-- not quite as much stray stubble this afternoon-- and, unlike the vast majority of the network these last few days, appears to still be as biologically male and 30-something as ever. (He even remembered the prosthetic ear this time.) But he's not unaffected: not by far. He's lost his powers and couldn't be more thrilled. Turns out, not having awful psychic visions with your food is GREAT.

As opposed to last time's frustrations, Tony is... uncharacteristically happy. He's NEVER happy. At first losing the power was cause for alarm: checking the network and seeing the cause has put him a little at ease. May as well enjoy the "vacation". He's wearing a smile that, in spite of his attempts to stay cool, completely betrays the fact that he's restraining the urge to laugh and sing show tunes and all that cheery nonsense.]

So. [Tony beams.]

Does anyone know of any good places to eat around here?

aloadeddie

[No video today, because like hell is Arthur going to just flash his pimply teenage face across the network for everyone to see. While normally this would put him into hermit mode, something else has happened which has made him come to the network - for help, maybe, though he's frankly grasping at straws here.

Mostly, he doesn't want to admit the truth to himself.

Ariadne probably woke up. Without him.]

If anyone has any information on the whereabouts of Ariadne - brown hair, brown eyes, aged 23, 5-foot-four - I'll pay you for it.

[He studiously ignores the teenaged tone of his voice, and plows on.]

And if anyone has caused her harm, they will live to regret it.

cibopath

[Once again, Tony's all business and all sourpuss. But this time, he's just gotten out of bed: his hair's still sticking up in places, and careful viewers might notice that he's presently missing an ear. This week's thieves somehow managed to take something of his.

...N...not the ear.

Either way, for a guy who's notoriously anal about knowing where his things are all the time, this is a Big Thing-- particularly when Tony's got some sentimental things tucked into the wallet that was pickpocketed away from him last night.]

I've gotta hand it to you, whoever you are-- you're way more than just a petty thief. [He sniffs in distaste.] You're pretty good to slip under my nose. But three thefts on Foreigners in a row, all within a few days? Unless you're trying to show off, you're just making yourself obvious.

Sooner or later, you are going to get caught.

[Tony adds, coldly:]

By the way, I keep my juulan in a bag-- not my wallet. You've just wasted a whole lot of effort making one more enemy. Unless the Emperor's set up a currency exchange and I haven't been paying attention, have fun with my useless American dollars. Asshole.

unetrustworthy

[As the feed turns on, the Network is greeted to the sight of a very distraught eleven-year-old. Her eyes brim with unshed tears, though the occasional flash of light against her cheeks reveals twin trails of those already fallen. For her part, she is attempting to remain calm and composed in public...but it's hard. Very hard. Her whole body is tense, and she looks almost afraid.]

It's gone.

Somebody took it.

[Her hand clutched at her chest. Where the chain normally rested. But now, there was nothing. She shouldn't've been surprised. There were thieves around. There were always thieves. Gavroche had already admitted that he took things, though she didn't for a moment think it was him. She'd never told him about the cross.]

[Then again, she'd never told anyone.]

It was very important to me. I have to get it back.

Please.

((ooc: as part of a minor plot involving things being stolen at random by certain Sky Pirates, Midii has suddenly found herself the first victim. She won't know who took it, or why, and the item in question will eventually be returned under the guise of anonymity...but she won't rest until she finds out.))

traitorously

[Catty is looking totally relaxed, leaning forward with her elbows on the desk, and her chin resting on her hands]

Hey, so, I can timetravel. [Yup just slamming that out there] And even though it's gone super weird here and I can't touch anything when I got back, or even have anyone notice me, it's still good for overhearing things. [A beat] Which, um, I haven't done to anyone here. So you know.

But I was thinking, there has to be some point in the past where things related to us were discussed, right? And if no one can see or hear us...well, we might be able to find out something interesting. Or important.

[She sucks in a breath, straightening] But I don't want to keep this to myself. So I'm asking for volunteers who don't mind stepping into a tunnel between space and time and exploring history. Vanessa'll tell you that it smells like cabbage, but she's kind of finicky. It's totally safe, and it doesn't smell bad at all, I promise. [yes it does] I think I'll be able to take four people back? My only real thing is that, if you come, you have to share what you find. It's not fair, otherwise.

[She gives a casual salute] Okay, Catty out! Just let me know if you're interested, okay?

[OOC: If your character is volunteering, please read this and sign up!]

medica

( 'Trapped' was a word that Joan was not particularly pleased to hear. Never, in all the cases that she has worked, did being trapped have a good outcome. Victims were trapped. If she were a victim - if all these people were victims - who were they a victim of? What was the motivation behind it all? )

Look, I just got here and thought I'd ask a few things on here.

( She hadn't wanted to ask the others that brought her to where she'd be staying. Usually trusting her instincts, she had been patient about getting more helpful answers. )

Could anyone point me in the direction of the law enforcement around here? Or any type of hospital for that matter?

( Best to start with what she knew best. Getting to see how people were treated when they broke the law or if they were injured might prove to be useful. )

I'm Joan, by the way. Joan Watson.

grayatonement

[Sylar turns on the console. Before the screen is a man who looks nothing like Sylar himself. Instead, he sits in a full suit with horn-rimmed glasses adorning his very Jack Coleman-like appearance. When he addresses the camera, it's confident, professional, and direct.]

My name is Noah Bennet. I'm an Agent in a very specialized division of Homeland Security within the United States Government.

If anyone here knows anything about.. potentially extraordinary individuals, or works with the U.S. government, I'd like to speak to you.

Thank you.

langsyne

[Good evening chelonauts, tonight you are being treated to the fine sight of one (1) bruised and somewhat bloody Ant-Man looking far more annoyed than he has looked his entire stay on this turtle. There are scrapes and cuts all over his face and his mouth is a thin line that is barely visible until he opens it to speak.]

Heads up: if any of you guys see a rooster that looks like it's been fused with a telephone box, do me a huge favor and run, not walk, in the opposite direction if you want to wake up tomorrow with still ten fingers. [He hasn't lost any of his own yet but it's only a matter of time.] I don't think there's another one of these Frankenchickens out there but just in case.

[There's long-suffering sigh and he's about to say more when he immediately gets drowned out by the rooster rattling around in its makeshift cage and crowing its little cybernetic head off. At the rate things are going, that cage ain't gonna hold it much longer and then fingers are actually going to be lost.

Scott turns and attempts to shush the rooster several times, but since the rooster listens to him about as well as everyone else does (which is to say not at all), he finally gives up and just ignores the damn thing, pinching his nose in exasperation.]

Anyone have any extra bandages? And maybe a flamethrower? You'll get paid back in chicken patties.

goingfishing

[The last thing he remembered was Mako yelling something in his direction, the kaiju raising a claw for his head. Then he was on the floor, wet and cold and told point blank something about a turtle (BS.) something about the land between the living and the dead (more BS) and told point blank to fend for himself.

In essence. That's what he heard. It's not entirely clear. His brain is a mix of Yancy and Mako twisting into one face that's beyond his saving.

He needs 24 hours. Something to eat. Some place to sleep. The place could easily pass for Hong Kong's boneslum. That's sort of familiar but there's no wall, there's no air of decay..]

Are those guys always that friendly? [He snorts] Sorry I was so rude guys. I was in the middle of a fight for my life and the lives of my friends and planet. Not too thrilled about getting grabbed.

[He doesn't look good either. I mean judging from a baseline human standard of you shouldn't be pale and wearing armor like that. He is in essence wearing armor.]

Can anybody tell me where the fire district is? And after that where I can get something to eat and something - [beat] something else to wear.

I've got [He reaches into a plain black bag hoping for money and coming up with this. It falls against the console and makes a loud squeak.]

...What's really going on here? I mean really.

cibopath

[Meet Tony Chu.

Though he used to be Philly PD, his new gig was with the U.S. Food and Drug Administration-- which means he was an agent of the most powerful law enforcement agency in the world. And just like when he was a cop, he worked a lot of cases and stops a lot of crime.

Except he was just fired. Now he's a meter maid.

Today, he's stranded on the back of a giant turtle. He isn't happy about that, either.]

Officer Anthony Chu. I've... been in the hospital, and was brought here without my badge, but I promise you, I'm not lying about my position. [Tony's voice is measured and calm, but his face is set in his default scowl. The fact that he's in a pink bathrobe and a hospital gown doesn't really do him any favors. ~~Sue him, he hasn't gotten around to buying clothes yet.~~] I've been brought up to speed-- for the most part, anyway-- by the locals, but if I'm going to be able to do my job, I'll need more than that. If you can give me any deeper information about why we're here, what to expect in this city, what that thing was, or how I'm supposed to get in touch with the local government, step forward and tell me what you know. Kidnappings, particularly mass kidnappings, are very serious [dozens of people? really?] and I'd prefer to hit the ground running here.

Furthermore, if any other agents are here, contact me as soon as possible. Through the console will work.

[Tony hesitates: for the briefest of moments his agent facade falters as he realizes he really doesn't know how to end this spiel. He finally mutters a 'thank you' under his breath and promptly shuts off the feed.]

ironwood

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Tu Shanshu

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