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[He hadn't really planned on doing this now, but of all time, Sei figures it's appropriate, and also because it's the only way he knows how to give certain evil bugaboos the metaphorical finger. So when the feed clicks on, there is immediately singing, clear as a crystal in a deep, resonating low tenor, leading into Amazing Grace. He waits until the notes die out at the end of the song, and then sighs.]

...I'm afraid such things do not sound as they should from me. But it seems as though it might be necessary.

[With that, he simply signs off, without any real fanfare.]

[OOC: As a completely optional effect, Sei's voice has a magically soothing quality to it! Sort of like amplified tribble. It only lasts for a few hours at bests if you do run with it.]

washitaway

[Booker's looking a little awkward today - probably because instead of questions or demands, he's just got...well, maybe an announcement to make? Either way, he's just more aware of the fact that this network thing is a pretty public platform and Booker DeWitt? Is no public speaker.

So he clears his throat.]

So, uh. Some of you've been saying you're in need of food? And we've got an abundance of it here. Elizabeth's doing her best to feed me up, I guess, and I can't eat all of it myself. I'm out and about making deliveries most every day as it is, I can always bring some leftovers around with me too.

[He scratches the back of his neck, then glances off to the side and holds up a bright red knitted scarf.]

We may have a number of these, soon, too. [His look is rather confused, like 'is this normal?' Or possibly, 'help me!' And then he turns the feed off.]

leviathaned

So, turn of the seasons into proper weather aside, I'm afraid I need your help, dear turtleites. [Sei looks remarkably pleased with himself, which is generally a bad sign for everyone.]

There's a man I'm hoping someone can point me towards. Mid-thirties, by his claim, dashingly stubbled, quite charming after his...it might have been his fifth drink? I didn't really count. Dark and handsome, if not very tall.

He didn't leave a note the other day, but I did clean his clothes, and I'd much like to return them to him! It'd be quite the shame if he was without them much longer.

[He chuckles faintly, and keeps...mostly a straight face. straight ish,but clicks off the feed before he cracks up.]

alphatar

Hi. My name’s. Korra. I’m the Avatar.

[There’s an awkward pause before she says her name. The cadence in her words is a bit off, a combination of never using the network before (or not that she can recall) and the unknown expectation of who will answer.]

Some of you may know me, I guess?

[Guh, she hates trying to cover it and just tackles the heart of the message.]

Look. I can’t remember anything since I was ghosted. [Or whatever the hell people are calling it.] Not this city, this turtle, or anyone.

But a doctor said that if I just hang around familiar things and people, even scents, then it might help me remember some things. I just, can’t force myself to remember them. So if you recognize me or know something else that could help I’d be grateful.

Current Music: Ending

bacondivination

Hello there, my dear fellow captives. I've missed you all so very much, and I'm sure the feeling has been quite mutual.

[ Loki sounds positively playful and is quite cheerfully smiling as he addresses whatever audience he might gather, though there's a contrasting uncharacteristicly careworn quality to his body language. ]

Blessed with good fortune is Loki, let me tell you. Though there was a little peril to my very soul for a few days, a clever rescue cleared that all right up. It put some things in perspective here, I think. Strange how it is I find myself with most everything I could possibly desire save that aforementioned threat of what I think may have been potentially erasure from reality.

By the by, my brother is here in duplicate-- handsome, muscular fellow, likes his hammer. You'll all get along well with Thor, everyone does. That goes especially for people that don't like me, few though you may be.

So how was your week? What did I miss? Was it terribly interesting?

leviathaned

[Well, look who came out of his sulk! Sei looks mildly amused and seems to have contracted a chronic case of shirtlessness, so please enjoy the nasty burn scars up his left arm and the chiseled physique.]

...You know, where I'm from, there's usually a lot less small children asking strangers for candy and a lot more dark rituals and insanity-causing booze on Halloween. I'm gonna go ahead and say this is an improvement. The costumes are the same either way, though.

[Just saying, he finds this all mildly mystifying.]

But hey, nevermind that, I had a more important question; who does a guy have to sleep with around here to find someone willing to make a piano? And while I'm at it, what's the music like where you're all from? I could stand to despair the state of the arts some more.

beunbroken

[UNLIKE her… friend? escort? companion? partner-in-crime?, Elizabeth had significantly less-trouble starting the network running. Probably because she paid attention to what was being told to her. What can she say? She picks things up pretty easily. After turning on the PC, she settles down in front of it, looking at it curiously. This is where the feed begins.]

Oh! Hello! You really can see my face! It's like a voxophone and a Kinetoscope all in one!

Right. My name's Elizabeth- I'm looking for a man? He's tall, brown hair, rugged-looking, scowls all the time, like this: [She contorts her face into an exaggerated scowl for a moment, before returning to an easier-to-look-at face.] His name is Booker Dewitt, and if anyone has seen him… Well, I hope he's here. [Did she actually just say that? Yes, yes she did.]

And if he's not? Well, then, hello!

ozones

The interesting thing about Halloween is that you can be someone else, I think. Most've the time that's not really an option.

_{( he thinks it's probably never much of an option, for him, but that's a thought that doesn't need vocalizing. )}

If you could be someone--something--else, would you?

It seems kind of like running away.

thewaywardson

[ The video starts with a man looking curiously at the screen. He has dark hair and a faint dusting of stubble on his skin, as though in a few hours’ time he may want to find a razor and have himself a shave.

It may be obvious from the way he’s inspecting the console that he isn’t completely at a loss around technology like this. He isn’t exactly familiar with it, but he’s clearly used a computer or something like it once or twice before. Enough that he isn’t fumbling with it or looking at it as though it’s some kind of mystical portal into another world.

It’s also possible that, prior to his turning it on, one of the kedan who showed him to his apartment explained it to him. ]

Hello. [ He pauses just for a moment, then continues. ] I am Castiel.

[ There’s an odd quality to his voice, deep and slightly rough around the edges, as though it’s still rather new and he hasn’t quite mastered it yet. ]

The kedan who summoned me told me that I’m here to help, but they… [ A slight pause, the corner of his mouth pulling into a tiny frown. ] …neglected to provide the details I require to do that. If anyone can share that information with me, I would appreciate it.

depicted

[It's video, so it's clear that Dorian looks the same. Still the bright roses of youth on his cheek, still the crisp dark curls on his head. The candour of youth in his face, and 'youth's passionate purity' in his smile. To look at him, you'd think he had kept himself unspotted from the world—even if all that the blue smoke around him is from one of Lord Henry's opium-tainted cigarettes.

But that is the visual half of things. As for the audio half?]

1986. The summer. [For audio, there is something torn in that low and musical voice, something of electrohouse's wretched distortion ripping the guts out of the base and leaving the jagged beat in its wake.

Dorian laughs.] It was 1986, it was the summer, and Highlander came out for UK audiences. Crooned over scenes of loss, Freddie Mercury asks a question he'll never need to answer: "Who wants to live forever?" [The cigarette held away, conductor holding the note to let the question hang.]

[And callously, we're back.] Contemporary efforts in medicine might suggest 'just about everyone,' but in stories about immortals, the weariness is always more loss of people than loss of time. It's more that you're watching your granddaughter's funeral than it is that the shop beside the graveyard is a chain electronics place instead of the private member's club where you met her grandmother decades ago.

[Another drag of the cigarette. He is still smiling a pleasant, youthful smile.] But it occurred to me, speaking with Rebecca, that that sense of loss, of friendships brief as mayfly lives, is one we all get to share here. It's not a curse of immortality, something known only in a long term. It's frequent, repetitive, and to all intents and purposes, mundane. We foreigners just lose people, over and over and over and over, and there is never any resolution to any of it. Like the workroom of a perfectionist, it's a slaughterhouse of unfinished stories, and the corpses just keep piling up. Only corpses would give more closure than disappearances, and we aren't likely to be here ourselves by the time we can hold a funeral.

So we get used to it. We cope and we carry on. [Cigarette between his fingers, he gives a salute that somehow doesn't come across as sarcastic.] Congratulations on all the recent efforts, and good luck to everyone still with us in the future.

[Dorian holds up a mobile phone (circa 2007) with all lightness of touch and tone.] Does anyone have anything to for a mobile's battery? I left the charger in the 21st century, and I'd like to get my music off of this, but it gave out.

solo_patria

[Hello, Turtle. Here is an Enjolras who looks a bit embarrassed that he's even started this late night/very early morning post, but well. The question he wants to ask IS actually a valid one, now that he has TIME to ask it, and he finds the current most popular phrases to be incredibly awkward or childish so..The hell with it. People have asked all sorts of questions here, haven't they? He's clearing his throat, flushing a little, then glancing into the vid directly and clearing his throat.]

A question, everyone.

I find that most of the current terms for one's...romantic friend...but more than such are either juvenile or not quite accurate. 'Boyfriend' for example, makes us sound as if we were children, 'Partner' has several connotations that do not immediately state the obvious and 'Lover' sounds particularly awkward.

[And well, they have not quite gotten to the lovers stage yet. Enjolras is hardly ready for it and still accustoming himself to the kissing and cuddling things that he never let himself seek out in life.]

When others here speak of the other piece of their soul as he is to me...what terms seem to work best for you?

[He will deny this video happened later. He really will. He just...really wishes to know and can't sleep so...here it is. Have fun with it?]

Current Mood: curious

goodnightdearlisteners

[When the feed kicks on, a slightly dorky looking young man appears on the screen - another new face, it would seem, but maybe less perturbed than most. In fact, he's beaming, all pretty white (if a little gappy) teeth and three big, bright eyes fixed on the camera.

...Three?

He speaks, his voice almost incongruously velvety.]

Helloooooo?

Hello!

Well, I have to say, this was a bit of a surprise! I was thankful for the welcoming committee, but I wasn't expecting to wake up in anything resembling this! In fact, it's the third largest turtle I have ever encountered! Wonders never cease.

[There isn't a trace of sarcasm to be found anywhere in his tone.]

The suite is much better than my apartment, I must admit. I might grow, in time, to miss the steady chanting in the wee, dark hours of the morning...but for now, I'm going to enjoy the change of pace!

After all - I haven't traveled this far from Night Vale since...well, since I backpacked through Europe when I was younger! And let me tell you, there were no turtles involved in that.

Except the one.

But he was a total. Jerk.

bacondivination

[ Loki is leaning a bit too close to the terminal screen when he starts to record his little post. He seems a little too bright-eyed given the circumstances, and there’s an odd rapidity to his speech when he starts talking. ]

I have to admit, I am disappointed. [ He holds up a touchscreen phone so his audience can get a look at it. ] These Starkphones are simply not designed for the rigor of interdimensional travel, and the lack of service is a failure I cannot abide. How will I chronicle my doings without the aid of Instagram and Facebook? Nor can I go on to spread knowledge of this failing with a review!

At least the natives of this realm are accommodating, though I don’t think this makes for an adequate replacement of my phone.

[ He pauses only briefly before switching gears. ] Now, moving onto more important matters… I have a few questions about the quality of native cuisine and where the best breakfast can be found.

lostundercover

[Costigan looks the pinnacle of unamused as he bats dismissively at the figure behind him, who, at first glance, appears humanoid.]

Jesus H.. Fahkin'.. Stop! [He mutters before turning to face the console in his suite.]

Can someone please get this fahkin' thing away from me?

[The figure is mostly cloaked as it moves into the frame, lifting a translucent hand to offer Costigan his empty prescription pill bottle. The undercover immediately snatches it out of the thing's hand and throws it across the room. One paying close attention might notice that his fingers moved through the construct's.]

It followed me back from the fahkin' ruins. I think I freed it from a room oah somethin'? Now it won't leave me alone.

[The figure begins trying to communicate with Costigan using hand signals, but he ignores it. Stupid magic. :|]

Keep it, kill it. I don't cahe. It's drivin' me fahkin' crazy.

[ooc: The figure is Sabriel's construct. Translations: fahkin' = fucking, oah = or, cahe = care.]

poeticverses

[The feed opens up on a bewildered Jehan. He has in his hands a set of panpipes]

While I was out in the city today, I came across these panpipes at the base of one of the arches in the city. No sooner did I pick it up then this--

[He's cut off by the pipes playing the first part of Berlioz's Symphonie fantastique. After a moment, it automatically quiets down so it's just a little background music as Jehan speaks]

--happened. As I returned home, it began to play Ave Maria when I began to hum it. I do not know how it knows these songs nor how it is possible for a set of pipes to play them, yet it does and it is. If these belong to you, I am in the Wood Sector if you wish to retrieve them.

[He hopes no one claims them. They're marvelous.

Lucky for him that no one will]

leviathaned

So, let me see if I’ve got this straight. [There’s a pause, since the young man in the video is too tall for the device and has to adjust it slightly so it can record his face and just how much he is judging the entire turtle. It is quite a bit of judging.]

We’ve been kidnapped, and subsequently drafted, to fight a war for people we know nothing about, to the back of a giant turtle? And no one in this process thought to make sure they were getting actual combatants? Oh, and we have to work to pay for our stay, because kidnappees need to contribute to the economy, too? Is that about the gist of it?

[He pauses for a minute, as if actually waiting for an answer, before kind of laughing to himself, more than a little bitterly, and leans his chin on one hand.] And here I thought I might get homesick. Guess apocalypses come pretty standard wherever. Good luck, brave and mighty warriors of Who-Knows-Where-You’re-Actually-From.

You’re probably going to need it.

[He gives a sardonic, loose little salute with his free hand, before turning off the feed.]

ironwood

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