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[Walter appears again, wearing a white lab coat as usual, in front of his blackboard.]

Dear friends! It seems our chelonopolis has its mind set on visiting the landmass in sight. Some of you may remember my proposed plan from my previous transmission:

[He takes a step back and flips the blackboard around, revealing that he has not wiped away the chalk from last time:

OPERATION "BRINGING HOME THE BACON"

1) ACQUIRING PIGS

2) AN ACCEPTABLE SUBSTITUTE

3) SYNTHETIC PIGS

He picks up the chalk and draws a circle around 1) ACQUIRING PIGS.]

I aim to mount an expedition to the landmass to determine whether any specimens of pig can be secured. All assistance or advice in this endeavour would be appreciated. If you wish to volunteer for the expedition, or if you have any information or experience in porcine acquisition, let me know.

For the record, I have no plans to engage in illegal activity to secure the specimens. So far we've only determined the legality of interdimensional pig rustling, moreover, it would be very bad manners.

[OOC: Landfall thread]

unetrustworthy

(~~A million, of course, meaning the highest she currently knew how to code, which was a solid 60%. Thus, he theoretically could still hack it, should he choose to do so~~)

[It had been more than a week, and Midii was still at a complete loss. So much so, she was finally desperate enough to go to the Network for help. Something that, under most any other circumstance, she would never do. Which spoke volumes about the situation as a whole. And how she felt about it.]

[After more than a full ten seconds of silence wondering how to phrase her problem, before she gave up and just blurted out the first question that came to mind:]

How do you get someone to admit he's being a jerk?

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.]

dunhaming

[ Olivia's got her standard smile on, but for people who know her, her voice and smile have a forced edge to them. Which makes sense given the opening of her post. ]

If anyone knew Lincoln Lee, he's not here anymore. If anyone has any unfinished business involving him, you can contact me.

[ She shifts a bit and looks down for a moment before bringing her head back up with a renewed smile and a touch more genuine enthusiasm. ]

That being said! The bakery is still going to open within the next few weeks. We've been working hard to get the building in shape and perfect our recipes, so I expect to see all of you there sooner or later. I'll make an announcement when we open for good. Like I said, should be soon baring, oh, an invasion of rabid zombie turkeys or whatever disaster is flavor of the week.

lookedtothestars

[When the feed turns on, both Jor-El and Shockwave are in view. Shockwave is smiling the same smile as always, bursting with the usual amount of energy. Jor-El’s expression is sedate.]

Hello Keeliai. I am Shockwave. Jor-El [A gesture to the man standing to Shockwave’s left] and I wish to announce the creation of Wayne Enterprise’s Science Division in the Metal Sector.

It has been in the process of being readied for some time [the equipment they felt needed wasn’t on the turtle; it took time to build the tools needed to build more advanced equipment] but now we feel it is sufficiently equipped to bring others on.

Everyone is welcome if you have even the slightest wish to help us, or help increase the level of technology in Keeliai as a whole. We’re currently looking into alternatives for the consoles - but there’s any number of projects.

[It’s a very large space they’ve set up in, with a very open floor space and high ceiling. Shockwave was insistent on the latter.]

While a background in or familiarity with the sciences or engineering would be preferable, it will not be necessary. We are willing to accommodate anyone willing to learn.

That’s all for now, but if there’s anyone with any questions - feel free to ask. Thank you for your time.

[And with another bright smile from Shockwave and a slight nod from Jor-El, the feed ends.

ajrimmerssc

[A jumped up, egotistical little squirt of a man appears on the video feed. He throws a salute that is best described as, erm. Lots. Yes, there's lots of saluting going on here. And then he finally snaps his fingers away from his forehead, and nods curtly at the camera from his suite in the Metal sector.]

Good evening, residents of the Turtle. I'm Acting Captain Arnold J. Rimmer, of the Jupiter Mining Corporation deep space vessel Red Dwarf. And while I'm none too keen on the whole "kidnapped to an alternate dimension" smeg, I must admit I'm not surprised I was chosen for this war. Great generals are surely lacking here, it's just an inevitability.

Although I do find it rather hard to believe that a woman's in charge of this whole operation. Tell me, who's the real brains behind the beauty, hmm? It won't do for your newest commanding officer to not know his superiors. Or his subordinates. I want names, I want ranks, I want practical experiences!

Or, failing all that, the nearest exit? I think battling a multi-dimensional entity of purest evil on the back of a giant turtle might be the tiniest bit above my pay grade. Thanks ever so.

[Another salute! This one even longer than the opening salute. And then, mercifully, the feed cuts out.]

daughteroftheoriginal

[Here’s a pretty nice looking girl with shoulder length brown hair looking into the video feed. Fairly fashionable up to date clothes. Looking a nervous. Totally normal.]

If there was anything I was expecting besides helping my mom out with my baby brother before I went to school, it definitely wasn’t this.

[Nevermind that she was missing school before this happened. There was a bit of clone drama going on.]

They said everyone’s been brought here to save this place so, any Avengers? Members of the Fantastic Five? If they were hoping to grab superheroes, they really missed the mark, with how many are back home, Forest Hills aside. New York’s crawling with them.

I really hope time’s stopped back home like they said before they dropped me off, because otherwise all my friends at school are going to be missing me. And I really don’t want to get in trouble with my parents.

[She really, really hopes they were right about time stopping back home. Aside from the amount of trouble any extended stay in another dimension could net her, there’s also the fact that the Other May’s back home and she doesn’t think she’s given up on her belief that she’s the original May. ...Talk about a confusing thought! What if the Other May tries to replace her?]

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.]

bereavements

[ Lincoln Lee, yes, but no, well, a person who looks like Lincoln Lee is in front of his console's camera except, this Lincoln Lee lives in the fire sector. So, his expansive suite can be seen behind him. He's not happy. Why did he sleep so late? No, better question. Why is he affected now?! ]

Somehow, I know this is your fault, Stiles.

[ A sigh as he sits back. ]

For those of you wondering, I'm not Lincoln Lee. And this switch stuff can kick in a few days late. Awesome. Guess I can join the chorus of people saying, "Find out what the fuck is going on with this?" [ He shakes his head. ]

It's Isaac, by the way. [ He mutters... ] Sleep in one freaking day...

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?

dunhaming

[ Olivia is older, but obviously still Olivia. Unlike everyone else who has been popping up on the network, she doesn't seem upset. In fact, she's pretty cheerful! ]

I'm not sure why you're all upset, this really isn't so bad. I can't be the only person who thinks this is hilarious, who else is with me?

ironface

Hello. My name is Isabeau. My apologies for being so forward, but if I may, might I request something of you all? If there are people here by the names of Flynn, Jonathan, or Walter, I would very much like to know. If we have been summoned here to fight, I would like to think that there's a chance, small though it may be. Either way, thank you.

[Heavy business out of the way, she brightens a bit.]

By the by, my home... did not provide a place where I could have learned how to swim. As it seems that it would behoove me to learn here, is there a place where I might do so?

coneofsilence

[[ ooc; blue is for Lincoln, red is for Liv! ]]

[ Lincoln's reached over with one hand to turn the console on in the bakery that Astrid had owned on, while he's mid-sentence into shouting to the other side of the room, head still turned. ]

--Isn't the first rule they always tell you in grade school science classes that you don't eat in the lab? So you don't accidentally ingest cyanide or something?

[ A pause, and he mutters lowly. ] Christ, we're gonna have so many lawsuits. [ That's a super good way to advertise a business, Lincoln, good job. He opens his mouth to speak directly to the network, but is interrupted by a loud bark, expression dropping to a deadpan as he reaches down to pick up what looks like a blueberry muffin, shakes at something lower than the camera, and then lobs it across the room. You might see the bouncing tail of a golden retriever chasing after it in the background. ]

We know we can’t be the only ones here interested in looking into all of this on a scientific level. Has anyone done that already? Or, more so, has--

( cut for length )

violetsedanchair

[A greying man in his 60s appears on the screen. He looks haggard and just a bit desperate.]

I am Walter Bishop. If anyone hearing this recognizes that name, or has heard of Massive Dynamic, please contact me. I theorize that we are... stranded, in a kind of pocket universe centered on this giant turtle, and I believe... [his face brightens up as he launches into his plan] that if I were able to synthetize some Cortexiphan with the assorted chemicals available here, I mean it's not a big deal at all to isolate some of the base components from some garden variety medication... if we can find a weak spot in the membrane between the universes... then perhaps with enough people from the same parallel universe we can breach the membrane and return to our own! It's all a matter of resonance and frequency, you see. "The music of the spheres," Belly would say!

[His expression falters, understanding how even accomplishing any one thing of these would be a small miracle in itself.]

You can contact me through this device, and my address is... [He looks at a piece of paper in his hand.] ME-1C.

Also, if anyone knows where I could get some blueberry pancakes, that would be wonderful.

[Perhaps he will start from the smallest miracle and work his way up.]

ironwood

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