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[ The video begins with a dark-haired man centered in the middle of the frame. He’s got dark eyes, a precisely cut goatee, and hair that’s a little too styled to be naturally that neat. There isn’t a lot to see beyond his chin, he’s sitting too close to the camera, but what can be seen looks vaguely like a shirt of shiny red metal.

His brow knits almost immediately after the feed starts recording, his expression edging toward disbelief as his lips twist into a mild frown. ]


Look. I get it. In a time of crisis, rationing’s necessary to keep resources moving in the right direction. Perfectly understandable. You guys needed to save your turtle. What responsible citizen wouldn’t do their part for that noble cause?

[ There’s a slight hint f sarcasm creeping into his voice, as though he’s heard the whole turtle spiel already and not only hasn’t been impressed, but also doesn’t really buy it either. Not even after having spent half a day scouring the network for information about what’s really going on here before making this video. ]

But really? Twenty bucks?

[ The low, indistinct murmur of another voice can be heard, though what it’s saying and who it belongs to is anyone’s guess. Whatever it says, it’s enough to make the man roll his eyes. ]

Juulan. Whatever. Doesn’t matter. The point[ Whether he’s talking to the camera or the unidentified voice is unclear. ] — is that it isn’t enough for a day, let alone the entire bogus adventure.

[ It isn’t so much the way he looks at the camera – his eyes have never left it – but the change of his tone, less querulous and more curious, that indicates that he’s talking to whoever’s on the other end of the console. ]

So really. Turtle propaganda aside. What’s a guy gotta do to get some decent money around here? Sell his organs? Hit the street corners? Scrub barnacles off the bottom of the turtle? What?
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[Here's a familiar face that hasn't shown up on the network in a while now. Santo is hanging out in front of the monitor, still flexing his hand and making sure that he can move it without any problems. He's still to afraid to try to reassemble himself.]

Hey, nerds! Long time, no see!

Do you wanna know what really sucks? I'll tell you anyway. It's being totally unable to move, so you're stuck on a couch for weeks without any TV to watch. I mean, come on, there's aren't even any old episodes of Law & Order to kill time with.

None of you probably get that though, since you were off having adventures and saving turtles or whatever. Lucky jerks.

Anyway, I've been bored forever now, and really need some kind of entertainment. Anybody wanna spar and see if I die when I break apart? Come on, it'll be fun on a bun.

Or, you know, tell me a story about what's been going on here. Or something from your home. I'm totally good for anything. I mostly just want to make sure everyone isn't dead, so check in, guys. You know... The important ones... Which is everybody, cool?

[He starts to shut off the feed, but then stops for a moment, looking a bit unsure.]

Oh, and... Witch- I mean, Wanda? There's something I need to talk to you about. I kind of meant to do it a while ago, but... Yeah, forced to become a couch boulder.

[OOC: And with this, Santo is officially off hiatus!]
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[Tony starts out by fidgeting in front of the console. He's apparently trying to make his shirt settle correctly, but it's a bit too small. Right. Important business.]

Someone remind me that tailored clothing is not always the way to go.

Okay, I think we need to forget powers. Let's wipe that word out for now. Let's talk about energy for a minute. These things seem to be working just fine, by the way. No interference as far as I can tell. Anyone having trouble with theirs? Anyway, just something worth noting.

Here's something interesting: Whatever is going on seems to be interfering with a broad spectrum of energy sources. Different kinds of energy which normally shouldn't have anything to do with each other. Unless we're all hooked up to the same juice, which raises a whole different set of questions.

So maybe it's a bug in the universe. Maybe we've hit some interference. This is all speculation, of course, but if that is what we've got, then it's pretty sophisticated interference. It knows how to reroute power.
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[ The video turns on to a view of a man’s face, and those observant enough to notice nitpicky details might realize that this is a man who’s familiar with and comfortable using strange bits of technology. There’s no fear in his eyes, no outward confusion or panic. He looks calm and in control, and when he speaks, he sounds like it, too. ]

Hello. My name’s Steve Rogers and I just recently arrived from a city called New York. I was debriefed about the situation and I wanted to offer my help to anyone who needs it.

[ He pauses for a moment as he collects his thoughts. These days, it’s not often that he goes somewhere that people aren’t at least slightly familiar with who he is. Providing a brief resume is a somewhat novel experience. ]

I’ve been a soldier for a long time, but I’m also good with my hands. Construction, farming, hunting, good old-fashioned heavy lifting, I can help with that. I can speak a number of languages, too, if anyone needs translations done. I know I’m new, but I want to pull my weight. So if you know anyone who might need a hand with something, let me know.

[ Offering a faint smile, he gives the camera a short nod. ]

Thanks for your time.
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[So here's a guy smiling more than he should be. He looks downright cheerful about the whole alternate world between life and death bit, but looking cheerful is easier than people say it is. His expression is giving off the best "let's be friends" message that he's got.]

I think I hit my head. Which is kind of bad, because I can't afford to have hit my head right now. I was working on things.

Hey, anybody want to play a game? It's called "the last thing I remember". Anyone? I'll go first.

I was just about to finish a late night coffee and watching a fuzzy video with a fuzzy memory that probably means things are not going to end well very soon. The thing about that? If things were going to go bad this soon I would know about it. So that means I didn't just have an aneurysm that dropped my, uh, soul into this period fantasy. Is there a door? There has to be a door. Or maybe not. I admit soul transference isn't really my area.

[He pauses to let all of that settle before he seems to come to a conclusion.]

This can't be good for space-time.
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[ The image of a rather ordinary, unremarkable looking man fills the screen. He’s clean-shaven, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and he’s got brown hair, cut short and though it’s a little messy, there’s something about it that suggests that it had been styled at one point earlier in the day. He’s just slightly disheveled, which those familiar with the comings and goings of individuals to Keeliai might recognize as a sign of a new arrival. ]

So this is… [ There’s a moment of silence, as he trails off and glances away from the camera. ] …different.

[ It only lasts for a second, before he looks back and rolls his eyes. ]

The whole—I mean, well… Whatever.

[ He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and pulls himself together. ]

Right, okay. I was given a place to live but no job, and I’m guessing that it isn’t free rent forever. So if there’s, I don’t know, a job center? Help wanted ads? Some turtle world version of Craigslist? Something? Could someone point me in the right direction?
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