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[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.]

ciderandstew

[The video starts with Calypso, sitting outside in the Earth sector somewhere, weaving fabric headbands or jewelry in an attempt to keep her hands busy and her mind occupied. She quiet for a moment, finishing one of the accessories and setting it aside in her basket.]

By now, it's become apparent to me that there are natives from more than a few different worlds calling the turtle home currently. I may not be around much on these devices, but I've spent my time watching and listening...

[She pauses, wringing her skirt in her hands a little.]

I'd like to hear stories about your homes, what makes it different from what you've learned about the others here. Your favorite things, what you miss most... If it's not too much to ask, that is.

If you want, I'd be more than happy to exchange a story of my own as well.

sizzle

[ As the video starts up things are pretty quiet at first. There's a clear view of Zuko's face, his one eyebrow furrowed as his eyes flick back and forth studying the console. He got the explanation of how this worked, he knows what he's supposed to be doing with it... but it doesn't make the contraption any less bizarre to him.

After a good fifteen seconds of silence before he starts speaking. ]

Hello...

[ There's just a moment of hesitation here before Zuko stands up straighter and looks directly at the screen. ]

My name is Zuko. I am the prince of the Fire Nation.

[ A frown. ]

I don't know if that means anything to most of you here, and if it doesn't then this doesn't concern you.

[ Nice, Zuko.

He's still having a little difficulty with the idea that people here won't know what the Fire Nation is. It's a pretty big part of his world... it's a pretty big part of the entire world where he's from.

He takes a deep breath, and in the gravest tone he can muster up (which is pretty damn grave) says- ]

I need to know if anyone here has seen the Avatar.

shorttempered

[Mark is sitting in one of the internet cafes. Outside, Eshai the turtle is waiting impatiently for him next to the window. On her back are a bunch of long boxes.]

Hey guys. I actually got these a while back during landfall, but with everything that happened right after... [He trails off. He'd rather not mention Eshai's death.] Anyway it seems my comic book collection has turned up on the turtle. You can see them over there, on top of Eshai. [Motions to the turtle and the box.] Yeah, yeah, I'm a nerd, I know. But it's a lot of reading material and it's in English, so... as long as you promise not to rip, bend, or otherwise ruin them, anyone is more than welcome to borrow anything you want. [Seriously. Don't ruin them. You'll make him cry.] I highly recommend Science Dog.

[Goes to turn off the feed, but then stops when he thinks to add:] Oh, and thanks again, Barry. I owe you.

[Turns the feed off for real this time.]

fatedchaos

[Vanessa's caught between feigning being chipper and just being tired of it all. Still, she smiles as she turns this video on. It's been a while since she's made a post of her own, but...]

I was wondering. Do any of you have any skills with working with metal? Or do you know the best tradeskedan in the city that can do it for a good price? [Her lips purse a bit, before tugging into a minute frown.] I got something at one of the auctions that I kind of want to work with.

[Like a pair of pretty gold shackles.

She's quiet for a moment, teetering on the edge of asking something and just forgetting about it.] I miss clubbing. [Totally not what she was going to say, but whatever. Better than nothing.]

( [100% Leo Encryption to ASS members] )

tony_redgrave

[The feed clicks on to a new face, a severely annoyed and unimpressed face. The broadcast is from one of the cafe booths, because this guy just cannot sit still for long, even when he feels a lot like death warmed over. He leans over to peer unnecessarily close to the monitor, before slumping back in the booth with an irritated 'hnph!'.]

So, it does work. Well isn't that nice. I'm sure anyone watching this thing has done this little tango before so I'll cut out the pleasantries. First order of business, what's a guy gotta do to get a pizza around here? And second, great story about your little problem and all, but is there any way we can skip climbing the evil tower and go straight to the main event?

I'm late for a party back home, you see, and I'd really hate to miss out on the festivities. It's a pretty big gig, I'm sure you understand.

[This one has only the most pleasant social skills.]

bludhavenknight

[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

[ooc: Action is absolutely welcome.]

lecentre

[This is perhaps the most Courfeyrac has been on the network since arriving. And it's as a woman, no less.]

I've been confined to my room by my dear friend for the moment... To protect my modesty or something of the sort. Still, it seems such a shame to not share this with the rest of you and therefore...

I am giving ample warning and a good moment's pause before I share what I feel must be shared before I lose it. You've been warned.

[And true to his-- her-- word, there's a few minutes before she's lifting her top and flashing the network a glimpse of her lacy bra, a big grin on her lips.]

They're just perfect, wouldn't you agree?

bolthead

[Two weeks on the turtle and Barry has, more or less, familiarized himself with the various locations and populations. He's gotten the majority of his initial questions answered and now it's just a matter of spending the rest of his free time - of which he has a lot - learning as much as he can about the situation on the turtle.

He's also discovered that Hal is somehow still incapable of taking care of himself without roping others into helping him. Hence this tiny PSA.]

If anyone's lent out money to a man named Hal Jordan and hasn't been paid back yet, feel free to stop by EA-2C and I'll make sure it gets back to you. Thanks for [not punching Hal's face in] helping him settle in. I appreciate it.

[He flashes a quick smile at the console before he clicks it off.]

refusing

[Hello there, Turtleland. Rose has been MIA for the past while, dealing with some personal issues that have left her a little worse for the wear. But since she's nice and durable and refuses to mope around forever, here she is. She looks a little sheepish, but still just as warm and friendly as ever, and she flips her hand up in a little wave.]

Thought maybe it'd be a good idea to check in, say I'm not dead or anything. Not uh -

[Well, now she feels awkward.]

Not that I know very many people here, not yet. Kinda want that to change, though. So I've got a question for everyone. And you don't have to answer or nothing, but if you do I'd be really grateful.

[She fidgets, looking down and away.]

How d'you deal with losing someone? Personally, I mean. How d'you handle it when someone important just isn't there anymore? I lost somebody a long time ago, but I was only a baby. This is a bit different, this time 'round.

greyhatted

[An alarmed face appears on the video. Blonde hair with pink streaks, slightly runny makeup, brightly colored chunky jewelry, thick-rimmed glasses. She has not calmed down a single bit since arriving and isn't afraid to show it. Immediately, she starts rambling.]

Okay. I'm used to weird, but this is like -- the freaking Twilight Zone. I get that the, uh, people who escorted me to what is apparently the place I'm supposed to live now kept trying to get me to calm down but... well! How ever is explaining things in terms of 'death and dreaming' supposed to calm a girl down?! Not that I'm sure they're not very nice aliens, I just prefer my Sci-Fi weirdness come with a pause button.

...And what in the name of the 1990's is going on with this GUI? [Someone is not impressed with the communication device.] It's not even portable. No way I'd have a dream without a decent tablet. At minimum.

[She may not take a breath anytime soon, unless someone cares to interrupt...]

((OOC: Reminder for anyone of the sci-fi or comic persuasion to please check out her permissions post so I know what the 4th walling sitch is! If I run any red lights just give me a poke and I'll fix it lickity split.))

ifiwin

[Amusement is the best way to describe it, and perhaps that's because he's feeling a bit toned down after his arrival, something akin to jet-lag. The gears aren't turning as quickly as they usually are but in all honesty, they won't take too long to kickstart again. Lacking in rounded mental stability though, it's likely for the best that it's at the beginning of his arrival that he makes the choice to sit down in front of the console in one of the cafe's and do a little one-on-one with the rest of the populace. He's bruised on one side of his face and there is a bit of dried blood under his nose but he doesn't seem bothered.]

So this must be the social network of the lost and forgotten, the purgatory attendees, those once still living and those brought back to life like semi-intelligent zombies.

[Feet propped up on the table that the station was sat upon, he leaned back in the chair and gave a small role of his shoulders before crossing his arms, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he continued on, his voice calm and steady, because if anything for a kid, Gary is good at lying, good a putting on face--and this is one he wears often.] I guess we start with what really matters. Is it fight or flight? Individual people who feel that are the all knowing, self-important members of society spurring the group onwards or good old fashioned team work all around?

If you can't follow--the question is; what are the rules of the playing field around here? Are we split up into teams or is everyone going for the cliched one-big-happy family sort of deal? If it's the latter don't bother explaining, it'll just make this place immediately uninspiring.

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.

bludhavenknight

[When Dick shows up on the feed, he's smiling, but his eyes look a little haunted. He just looks tired, really, but his smile doesn't dim even for a second.]

I've been to a lot of places before, but being on the back of a giant turtle? This one has to take the cake. [He laughs. He's been on different planets, places on Earth no one would ever believe, and now this.]

And I didn't have to make any travel plans. No waiting at the airport and having to go through security, no five hour ride because you got stuck in your car during rush hour, and it's all free.

[He runs a hand through his hair.] And the accommodations are great, I think the bed here is better then mine back home. Not as much noise as in Gotham, but that's...

[He trails off for a second before giving another laugh.] Shoot, where are my manners? I'm Dick, it's great to meet all of you. I can't wait to do it in person, though, these things are fine, but it's got nothing on actually shaking someone's hand!

[And then a tribble appears and Dick picks it up.]

Huh? What's this, some kind of housewarming gift?

afirewithfashion

[Cinna looks a little less focused than usually -- that may have something to do with the collection of tribbles in his lap. The topmost one (yes, the pile is multi-layered) is the tribble that he's had from the beginning. Mostly sandy-beige, with white stripes on its belly.]

I know they're dangerous, I do understand that. They'll eat away the entire food supply.

[He trails off, his fingers in the fur of his favorite tribble.]

They're just so innocent -- if cold stops them from reproducing, couldn't we make cooled cages for them? Not all of them, but some of them?

[Like this one. He wants to keep it.

He feels better with the tribbles than he's felt since he arrived on the turtle. Better, even, than when they were in the plentiful current.]

I know it's a risk. But it seems wrong to kill them all.

firestars

[ the video's on and look!! there's liz!! she looks a little more pumped than she did the last time she did a video. she's wearing a baggy shirt that hangs off her shoulders and shorts and she waves. ]

-- H-hi! Hi, everyone! Sorry for like, bothering you guys and making a video again, but I --

Okay, so this probably isn't that big of a deal to everyone. And I mean like, I was a little happy for them to be gone for a while too, but I realized that... like... not... having them kind of sucked, you know? Because I couldn't fly anymore and I really like flying --

[ she cuts herself off. ]

Okay. Um. Just watch!

[ she closes her eyes and after a moment, from her shoulders up to her head, it completely sets on fire. her face is engulfed in flames and her shoulders are burning. however, it's pretty obvious that she's not burning very hot and it goes out a few seconds after. ]

My fire's back! Well. Sort of. I mean, like, I can flame on all the way, but I can't fly for that long and I get tired really easily but! It's back! [ and she grins. the biggest she has since she's gotten here. ]

Anyways, um. Yeah! I just wanted to show you guys. [ she blushes a little now, embararssed. and there's another pause as she shifts, debating on leaving a section just for her team: toro and black widow and black canary. but then she realizes she would want that private and she doesn't know how to so....

the feed cuts! ]

beganwithamask

[The video is coming from a console cafe in the Wood Sector, as is per usual with Bucky, who never posts from where he actually lives, and he's looking... well, a bit worse for the wear. He's pretty banged up, like he's gone several rounds in the boxing ring. Several small cuts are covered with band-aids, and his wrist is visible, clumsily self-set and wrapped up. Other than that, it's hard to see the actual extent of his injuries, as most of the bruising is under his shirt (the plain white t-shirt with his regular Army uniform, he's not in costume).]

So, powers are coming back, hurray for us. Now, turtle, let's play a game of 'recommend Bucky a good doctor because holy smokes, his ribs sure do hurt'. Feel like I went ten rounds with Master Man. [He starts to laugh, but it just turns into a grimace and a subtly mouthed 'ow', curling an arm protectively over said ribs.] No housecalls, I come to you.

[He takes a deep breath through his nose and fixes the slight, patented Bucky smile back on his face, shoving the pain his broken ribs aside for the moment (it's not the first time this has happened).] That said, people I know, lemme know how you're doin'. And folks I don't know, feel free to check in too for my curiosity's sake.

By the way, how'd all those investigations go? Did anyone find anything interesting they wanna share with the class? [Can't hurt, he figures. Worst case scenario is no one tells him anything.]

[Encrypted to Tony Stark (616), 45%]
Hey, mind if I swing by?

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!

hugmagnet

[Carol is seated calmly in front of the console in her suite, long hair braided and pulled over her shoulder, dressed casually in a t-shirt, her chin resting in her hand]

So no powers. Kinda sucks, I guess, but what're you gonna do? At least there's not a dinosaur chasing me this time. [She shrugs, casually, as if she's not at all bothered by the loss of her powers. She is bothered, of course, but she has other skills to defend herself with. Military and martial arts training can't be taken away from you like superpowers can be]

Anyway, the real point of this is that I'm curious. How many of our previously powered population [Alliteration!] actually know how to fight without their powers? Because apparently we're here to fight something and we have no idea how long this no powers thing is gonna last. Just, you know, for reference. And if you don't know how to fight powerless, would you be willing to learn? Actually, how many of our always unpowered population know how to fight? That's probably important. [She just kind of assumes a lot of people without powers would know how to defend themselves. That's how it works in her experience] I know someone else offered to teach and I probably could too.

Just a thought.

firestars

[ the video clicks on with a flash of something bright and red and orange before it clears and there's a blonde-haired girl wearing a black bodysuit and looking very worried and confused. she's speaking, muttering to herself: ]

Is this on -- I think so... I can see myself, but I don't know if it's even pla -- Oh. Oh. I can see the like, little red -- oh god, that means they can --

[ she cuts herself off and yelps a little before putting a hand to her chest, taking slow deep breaths, furrowing her brows and trying to calm down. she's wigged out and she's scared and she wants out. ]

Oh my god. I -- uhm. [ gulp ] Hi. My name is Liz Allan. Lizzie, I guess. I'm -- I'm new. I have -- [ she counts on her fingers ] -- four questions.

One. Is this... like, computer thing fireproof? Two. Are we --- are we really, seriously on a turtle? I guess I saw since no one actually told me, but... There are no turtles that like, grow this big. Otherwise it'd be all over the news on something.

Three, has anyone seen -- er... two of my friends? Jea -- Karen Grant [ she still doesn't know which to refer to her as ] and Derek Morgan? Please let them know I'm here. [ not that Jean won't figure out herself if she's here too ]

And finally, this... has to be a dream, right? A hallucination? Because this is so crazy and unreal that it can't --

[ and the feed cuts ]

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