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[Victoria generally avoids the network ~~and no one was surprised~~ but she went out recently to get stuff for her suite and found something pretty neat that she wanted to bring home. Several somethings, actually.

She's seated on a chair in her suite, the walls behind her significantly more drawn out and there's a familiar blue-ish guy with white hair that factors into a lot of her drawings along with the egg and Korra.

In her hand, several blue leaves in varying shades. She holds them up, almost smiling at them.]

Does anyone know how I can keep these pretty for a long time? And...it's almost Halloween. I don't...do I have to go out to do anything?

[And as explanation, since this seems the time for it;]

My mama was a ghost. A mean one. I don't want to go out, even though I know she's not here. I just don't like Halloween very much.

[That's all. She'll just be almost shutting off the camera, pausing long enough to add;]

And I don't really eat a lot of candy. It's too sweet so...

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victoria_stay

[Victoria has been quite noticeably missing lately. First Lex left and she liked him. And then she woke up quite physically wrong.

She had boobs.

She was taller.

She had boobs.

She was older.

This was all wrong. And the worst part? Nothing fit so she spent two days wrapped in a blanket, hiding in her bathroom.

So she totally missed the offers to help with clothes. But now she's feeling stupid and she'd like to wear more than her sheet, thank you very much.

So, still wrapped in the bed sheet, Victoria finally posts a message to the network.]

I need clothes. Nothing fits because I woke up wrong. I don't like it. I want to be eight again. When will this be fixed?

[Because this is just too freaking weird.]

wintershepherd

[ Guess whose internal almanac confirmed that today is officially the first day of Autumn? That's right, this guy! Who's currently bouncing around his treehouse like an over-caffeinated grasshopper while Baby Tooth peeks in the corner of the console screen with an expression like welp that's Jack for you. Whether viewers can perceive them, especially the newer arrivals, will remain to be seen. ]

WHOOOHOOO! Goodbye Summer, goodbye! Have a good vacation! Don't hurry back!

[ And then with a final whoop of joy, the feed turns off! Yeah, that's all he wanted to share. ]

hasthreefingers

This? [ Donna waves a hand to indicate the entirety of the turtle. The situation. Everything. ] Yeah. This. Not. Funny.

[ She sighs, and for a brief moment looks defeated. But then she squares her shoulders, tosses her red hair aside, and glares at the monitor. ]

Right. I'm looking for someone called the Doctor. I sort of figured that if I kept looking for weird stuff, I'd find 'im, only now I might be dead or sommat. And that means he has a lot to answer for.

Unless you're actually out there, Doctor. In which case...

No, you still have a lot to answer for, but you'd better do it in person!

Come on, Doctor. I've been looking for you long enough, and this is by far the weirdest place I've been. I mean, I'm walking. On a turtle. In a city. Built. On a turtle. You've gotta be here somewhere.

Oh. And as for the rest of you, hi. I'm Donna Noble, from Chiswick. London. England. Earth. [ This is new to her, obviously. She's only met a couple aliens, and they'd seemed to know about England, but you couldn't say that for all of 'em, could you? ] I apparently might have died before coming here. Or, you know, almost died. Anyway, lovely to meet you, I'm sure.

So...

Lovely weather we're having...

[ What does somebody even say when they've found themselves in some sort of weird, turtle-swimming afterlife? ]

dracobin

[The feed opens on Temeraire's apartment, which looks a great deal gaudier now thanks to the recent yard sale and the salvage found in Sinbrilee. Rich tapestries hang from the railings surrounding the central open space, and piles of interesting metal are neatly arranged within sight. Temeraire, for his part, seems oblivious to his growing hoard; he looks determined, if not a little worried.]

I am not going to ask you if you have found any turtle eggs; it is better, I think, if that is kept a secret. If--our enemy does not know who has one, it would be stupid to tell him; if he already knows, there is no point in telling him again, and refreshing his memory. Nor do I need to tell you how important they are; that, I think, is obvious enough.

[He shifts a little, looking down for a moment and collecting his thoughts before he begins again.] Turtle eggs are not the same as dragon eggs, of course, but I should think there are enough similarities to offer some advice, and if you have never taken care of eggs before, there can certainly be no harm in what I am about to tell you.

It is best to keep your egg warm at all times. At Loch Laggan, we used old Roman bath-houses, such as you might have seen in Sinbrilee, but covering your egg with blankets may suffice. Care must be taken so that the egg does not grow too hot, and the temperature should be constant throughout. Pray do not jostle your egg, or move it overmuch; it is very uncomfortable, and you run the risk of cracking the egg.

Dragon eggs harden, just before they hatch, and I cannot say the same will be true for these eggs, but it may be something to look out for, all the same. I do not think it will be very long before they do hatch, if they are already beginning to communicate from within the shell: half a year at the most. But since they can hear us, it is therefore very important that you speak to your egg, or play music to it, or read to it: anything which you yourself might like to hear, if you were cooped up in a small room with nothing to do, and could not come out for a very long time.

And of course you will feel very protective of the egg, and you ought to, but it is also very important to remember that it is not your pet, nor some unthinking beast; if your turtle does hatch, pray give it an opportunity to choose its own name before offering your own suggestions, and do not take advantage of it. If you do, I shall find you, and I shall sit on you, and it shall be very unpleasant for everyone involved.

[Pause as he realises, perhaps a little belatedly, that he might have crossed a line there. Hurriedly he adds:] And if you have any further questions, you may of course ask me--or any of the other dragons here--at any time, [and cuts the feed.]

victoria_stay

[Victoria looks worried and bothered. Blame Malicant. She's had enough of horrid entities being terrible and really thought that life here would be different.

Apparently not.

She wants to be around people she knows right now. But not all of them at once. That'd be too much, even with as unsafe as she feels. Her friend Jack is having a hard day, so she doesn't want to bother him. Instead, she sends someone to him with a picture because she doesn't actually want to leave her suite.

After giving it some consideration, she settles upon one person. And anyway, she owes them tree drawing lessons.]

Dick, can you come over? I want to teach you trees.

[That's her excuse and she's sticking to it. Ignore the slight waver in her voice. It's not there.

Also, some day someone has to teach her how to filter things because this went to everyone.]

wingedwarrior

[It's about midday when Shayera turns on the comm, sitting in the comforts of her suite in the Earth Sector. Her expression is her default serious, and her overall demeanor shows she means business, despite feeling a tad unusual about making a public appearance that's not in person. But that aside, she knows that she has something that needs to be said, and a little awkwardness isn't going to stop her.] My name is Shayera Hol. Most of you probably don't know me, but that's not the point here. I'm here to talk about training for self-defense in battle.

[She leans back in her chair to get comfortable, arms crossed as she speaks.] I know there's been a few other posts about this, but having more offers doesn't hurt things. A-- [There's a brief hesitation as she decides which word best describes Kyle. He said family, but... she never agreed to that.] friend of mine brought it to my attention that there are people here who need to know how to fight. There's things here that can kill, and people should be prepared to defend themselves against them should the need arise. I'm a pretty competent fighter, so don't worry about me knowing what I'm doing.

[Then there's the fact that there's teenagers here, and they're really going to need help unless they have some form of fighting on their own.] Even if you have your own powers or whatnot, knowing how to fight is still crucial. I'd be willing to help anybody out, so just give me a call, or come to my apartment, EA-2C. I'll be starting the lessons in a couple of weeks, if nothing unexpected pops up.

[filtered message to Captain James Kirk and Clara Oswald]

[Once that's been taken care of, she fixes up a filter to the two Kyle told her about.] The little ball of sunshine told me about you two in particular needing training, so don't expect to get out of it. If you've got any questions, feel free to drop by.

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! )

spiderkid

[The video opens on Victoria’s water sector suite. Miles and Victoria are in front of the camera, the latter of whom seems to have been put there somewhat against her will.]

Hey guys, Miles and Victoria here. We decided to do this broadcast ‘cause we’re both looking for jobs! Isn’t that right, Vic?

[Victoria’s eyes shift to look at Miles before her head turns and she’s silent for long enough to make it awkward before she speaks a single, slightly monotone word.]

Yes.

[She looks at the camera again and still looks like she wants to inch away from it but she decides to speak again.] I need to buy food.

[Victoria, you really shouldn’t put it that way. People will think you’re starving. She looks at Miles again, a clear ‘now what?’ look on her face.]

...Right. We both need to be able to buy stuff like food. Now, neither of us have much work experience, but I’m pretty good at math, and can be, like a delivery boy or something. Victoria, what are some of your skills?

[He looks at her somewhat expectantly, knowing she doesn’t like it, but also knowing it’s necessary.]

I can sweep. And do dishes.

[And draw but she’s not entirely sure that’s relevant.] Does...does that count?

That totally counts. I bet somebody will want to hire you to help keep their shop clean or something. [He looks at the camera now,] Right, everybody? Victoria would totally make a great maid.

So that’s it. We both need a job, and anybody who can help us out, please let us know! Thanks! [In a stage whisper, he adds,] Say thanks, Victoria.

[Victoria gives Miles another look, sighing slightly before ducking offscreen. It almost seems like she’s not going to say anything at all, but then she pops back into view again and says a hasty and slightly mumbled thanks before disappearing again.

That’s close enough. And good enough for Miles, as he waves and ends the feed.]

[ooc: Miles = Red and Victoria = Blue]

lostundercover

[Costigan is in his own suite. He looks wary, as if he hasn't slept well for days. Someone paying a lot of attention might notice some scabs on his knuckles, his hands gesturing as he speaks. He looks about the same as he usually does otherwise, his voice a familiar mix of nonchalance and discomfort simultaneously.]

What Banner said is true. I'm out now and I'm fine. It's fine.

[97% encryption to: Bruce Banner]
Up for some fresh air?

[97% encryption to: Kyle Rayner]
I know it's been awhile, but I also know you're generally honest. You trust Soranik?

[97% encryption to: Alt!Lincoln]
The only people with powers I trust are Kyle Rayner and Bruce Banner. I told you Superman's a dick. Sabriel's offering to teach magic to those who want to learn. Namorita Prentiss isn't human and I don't trust her given her particular history. That's all.

[97% encryption to: Evandau]
Thank you.

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.

pandoricas

[Hello residents of turtleland, have one (1) Rory Willams looking at you through these console things. He's looking decisively uncertain about this, possibly wondering if making this post is even a good idea in the first place, considering one name he saw on the list...

But well, he's already started the recording, so stopping it now is kind of redundant. Rory gives another unsure look through the screen for a moment more before he pointedly clears his throat and starts to speak.]

Uh... hello, I guess. My name's Rory, I used to be a nurse from Leadworth, and I'm... married.

[Yeah, good job there Rory. Real smooth. Can you see how out of his depth he feels right now?]

So, um. From what I understand, we're not-dead... and on a giant turtle. [Quiet mutter at this point.] Why a giant turtle? Space whales are one thing, but... [Trailing off here for a moment now, as if lost in some other thought entirely, but Rory quickly shakes himself off it and focuses back on the video again.] I guess not being dead is good. I mean, it's not fun being dead. I don't like being dead.

[Rory, you're not making things better for yourself.]

Anyway--hello, I guess? Looks like I'm going to be stuck here no matter what, so I suppose its nice to meet the rest of you who are stuck here too. [Beat.] Here's to being stuck together? Or something like that.

ihope

[The video flickers on without any trouble. The console's familiar enough that Lex doesn't have to fumble with it to get it working the way he wants. Behind him is the large space of a luxurious room that obviously originates from the Metal Sector. He couldn't see the harm in letting the, uh, 'citizens' of this In-Between see where he stands on trivial matters like his choice of interior decoration and he'd even gone and tidied up some before the broadcast, or at least that's what it looks like with two small cuts above his right eyebrow nothing but thin red lines now as opposed to the angry marks of earlier.]

[And the young man himself is seated comfortably, leaning to one side, legs crossed somewhere off-screen, left arm propped up on the table where the communicating device rests. A finger twitches and, right, he doesn't have anything around to grab a hold of at the moment. And so he begins to speak.] 'Tu Vishan. An In-Between of life, death, and dreaming.'

[And he has a sort of hushed voice despite the obvious intention to project to, well, the audience. And there's some light in his eyes that signals amusement-- or something resembling it. Excitement is either good or bad, never both. There's no upturn of his lips, no creased brow. He shifts, sitting straighter, peering closer into the camera, damn well expecting someone out there to listen.]

I'm supposed to believe this?

[He expects someone to listen, not to answer, because he just goes on.] The Kedan were generous enough to offer the explanation that I might not be dead, and to be frank, I appreciate any attempt of reassurance on the matter. I'd put more faith in it if I hadn't also heard the turtle had been in danger of dying. Spending the rest of my years aboard an ailing reptile wasn't exactly the life I envisioned. [He can believe abduction and drugs, but no deep sleep of his will ever revolve around an animal so stupid and slow. His voice turns wry. He knows he's not dead. He knows he can't be fully alive. The... Kedan were nothing from his waking world. That could only mean one thing left to figure out.]

[He's still seemingly calm. He's still only just sitting, just talking like he can see the company across the screen already. Like it's only a conference call he's taking from his desk. But now he sighs and he wants to smirk, but he doesn't. And now he'll be waiting for an answer.]

So who's the big dreamer?

[Show yourself, mastermind. A clear challenge, but after a second he tacks on a detail with clear concern and some well meaning urgency.] I also heard something about a clinic in trouble. Is there anything I can do to help?

excessivehubris

[Someone had overdone it these past weeks. Had overdone it and once the adrenaline had faded, once he'd gone back to his suite, showered and laid down to sleep, he'd woken to a spot of trouble.

Muscles that had made up for the lack of spinal integrity were seized up, his entire lumbar region compromised in a combination of agonizing pain at the wound location and worrisome weakness below. Though Charles could navigate himself, to some extent, between bed and bathroom, a fall as a result of weakened legs, leaving to a wicked split on his temple had made up his mind for him.

He needed help.

Getting to the console in his suite had taken a combination of awkward navigation, the inability to even sit in the chair leaving him flat on the floor, though he managed to toggle the device to 'audio'. A couple of breaths, to give his voice some measure of calm before he spoke.]

Perhaps I should have anticipated this situation earlier and asked after this point before now, however I do hope I can be forgiven it slipping my mind.

Does anyone know the location of hospital facilities that may be near the Water Sector? Perhaps transport to such facilities or if there might be a medical expert who could come to my suite?

I fear that I have aggravated a pre-existing condition this past week and it is causing me a touch of inconvenience at the moment. I would be most grateful for some assistance.

wintershepherd

[ With people's powers restored a fair portion of the way, Jack retreated gratefully to his freezer to soak up as much of the frigid cold as he could and now has ventured out long enough to send this message, though it's obvious from the image to those who can see him why he'll be keeping it concise. While all the bruising brought to the surface from his warming spate due to the power reductions have faded, he still looks rather exhausted and uncomfortable despite an obvious effort at genuine cheer while he speaks. He also looks oddly damp; the frost which makes its home on his clothing and body melts almost as soon as he goes outside in the mid-July heat and there's a smattering of scrapes from the fight in the warehouse, though they appear minor and he seems hardly to notice them at all. ]

That's it, I'm officially conceding the match: this summer crap wins. Every time I go outside I feel like I'm the Spirit of Soon-To-Be-Swimming-Pool rather than the Spirit of Winter. Enjoy your beach weather, don't forget the sunscreen, don't swim too soon after eating, all that good jazz. You can leave me a message at the Stark Building in the Fire Sector if it's important, otherwise I'll see you all around November.

[ With that stated, he drops his head down onto the desk in front of the console (giving the screen a close up of very white hair?) and groans loudly. ]

[ private to Kyle Rayner & Soranik Natu; basic encryption ]
Sorry, but I can't do the deliveries anymore even in the mornings... both the Wind and I are just sapped in this heat. I can barely get off the ground right now let alone fly all over the city. There's a kedan guy about my age named Enthil, we've talked plenty of times and I showed him the whole route. He says he'll bring your supplies every week like I've been doing. I'm paying him for it so if he doesn't do a good job, let me know.

[ He remembers when Soranik was displeased that Jack hadn't organized a replacement for the Clinic's deliveries last time he wasn't able to do them, so he planned ahead! ]

[ private to Bruce Banner; basic encryption ]
I think we're going to have to put our meditation lessons on hold for a while. But I'll have plenty of time to keep practicing what I've learned so far!

[ private to Zatanna; basic encryption ]
If you change your mind about the magic hibernation spell, I won't object.

shockjock

[Just in case any of you turtle-dwelling simpletons had forgotten about her, Livewire has decided to grace the network with her presence today.

In order to better reprimand all of you. Which is precisely why she's glaring into the camera now, showing an odd mix of boredom and barely restrained anger. Well. Barely restrained by her standards. For anyone else, she's likely coming across as exceptionally irate.]

Can we move it here, people? Bein' normal again was nice 'n all, but it's gettin' kinda old.

So what's takin' you people so long to fix this already? Not like there's a shortage of cape 'n cowled freaks running around to help out! Even without powers I figured even you idiots coulda gotten this mess taken care of by now, so what's the hold-up?

[Not like she's put in any effort herself, but then again, it's not like she's terribly philanthropic to start with. Probably why she's taking it out on the heroes, who she's used to seeing rush to save the day no matter how minor the problem is.]

Do you spandex-loving freaks only get to work if somebody from the press is around, or what? Because last I checked, there's no newspapers around. So, how 'bout you just hop to it anyway, 'kay babies? I got things to do, people to kill, and about much patience as Superman's got common sense. And for those of you luck enough not to know who I'm talkin' about, the man flies around wearin' his underwear on the outside, so we're not talkin' very big numbers here.

victoria_stay

[The face peering out of the screen is confused and just a little bit wary, as if the device she's looking at may very well bite her. It's also likely, again based on the young girls expression, that she may very well bite back.

She's not terribly new, per se. She's been here for a couple days and has spent most of her time skulking around, searching hard for something and hiding from everyone that came too close. And learning about her surroundings. The cart ride only showed so much.

She's the latest resident in the Water Sector. 2C, for anyone that lives near there and would have possibly seen her, despite her best efforts to stay hidden. And she's pretty good at that.

She's also a bit dirty. Her hair's tangled with the withered, faded remnants of a wreath of flowers and there's smudges on her face. Possibly even tear tracks that are a little fresher than she'll care to admit.

There's a cautious look in her eyes, the kind of look seen only on a wild animal that isn't sure if it's been cornered or not.

When she speaks, her sentences are short. There's no young child babble from her.

New girl has a question. Listen up.]

My sister is...['Dead' is the word that goes in the pause, but she opts for something else with a bit of hope in her voice.] missing. She wasn't here when I woke up. She's six and she was wearing a white dress. Her name is Lilly.

[Another pause and a moment where she shakes her head just a bit, as if she feels stupid for asking.]

If you see her, tell her Victoria's looking for her and to stay.

[Not 'wait.' The word 'stay' is important. She knows how to speak to her sister. Stay is a word Lilly knows.

And then the device just shuts off on Victoria's end. She's only been on a few minutes and she's already had enough. For now, it's time to resume her search for Lilly.]

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