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[Julie took the time to shower and get cleaned up before getting on the network. She was previously covered in days worth of dirt and sweat and blood, some of it her friends and some of it belonging to a peculiar zombie, but more on that later. For now, Julie has a pressing question that may possibly seem rude in some circles.]

So, introductions go first, right? Hi. I'm Julie. I'm from what's supposed to be Seattle, Washington but is now just thousands of people living in a fortified sports stadium.

[As shitty as that probably sounds, she's still smiling about it. There are some good parts about Citi Stadium, but thank God for kidnappings that turn into vacations, even if this is her second one in just a few days.]

This place is between life, death and dreaming, right? I'm not sure how that's possible, but that's fine for now. That's not what I'm wondering.

[She runs her fingers through her hair, chewing her lower lip for a moment before letting her hand settle in her lap again.]

What I'm wondering is possibly considered rude. I don't know. It's been a very weird past few days for me back home that's changed my way of thinking a little bit so now I just want to know how many of you....are dead where you're from?

Where I'm from, dead seems to have a couple different meanings. It could either mean dead and that's it, you're gone for good. Or Undead as in a mobile corpse. A zombie.

[This sure as shit feels a bit awkward, but she's going to just press on. She started it, she'll finish it. That's cool with her.]

I just want to know what dead means here, since I haven't seen any[thing]one that fits what I know from home.

[And that's all. She'll just turn off the feed, now, giving a final smile before she does so.]

aloneintheuniverse

[The video opens on a young teen in a grey sweatshirt, fiddling with a small metal object in his fingers.]

Um, hi? My name is Clark. [He stares for a moment, like he almost expects a response, then frowns at himself.] Right.

I wanted to know, if my parents are here, am I allowed to see them? The people in the cart wouldn't say. And it's just, I think my mom might get worried?

And, if I can ask, what are they gonna do to us here? I was expecting to be experimented on or something when I got abducted by aliens, not to get my own apartment with a computer and everything.

Maybe I've said too much.

traitorously

[Someone’s looking cheery (it’s Catty). She’s sitting in front of the screen next to a less-cheery Vanessa, absently doodling on a piece of paper] Okay, so one of the things that we found out during the whole ‘oh no the turtle is dying and turning helpless teenaged girls into shadow monsters’ thing is that, the general mood of the people on the turtle affects Asti, and vice versa.

This is important, obviously, because no one likes a sad turtle. Especially when we’re living on the back of it. And you know who some of the saddest people in the world are? Drug addicts.

[Catty, you were literally the only teenage girl stuck as a shadow. Vanessa makes a face, although it’s not really certain which part of Catty’s spiel is getting the face made at.] What Catty means is that, during our investigation, we learned about this drug called Dust. It’s getting kind of big. We also learned that it’s possible that the things we do here can affect Asti. So it stands to reason that people who are using drugs could make him sick again. [She flashes a small smile.]

We were kind of thinking of maybe starting an outreach program? To help with both teenagers and adults addicted to Dust. Or addicted to anything! [Stop putting poisons in your body, yo.]

Right, exactly. And there are only so many people we can do the goddess of hope thing at, you know? We can’t be everywhere. Plus, it turns out that not everyone is willing to listen to a pair of seventeen year old girls, so having some help would be great.

[Omg, no she didn’t. Did she really? Vanessa goes a little pale but tries to ignore the fact that Catty has totally just spilled the beans on that secret. Maybe nobody will notice. Yeah. No noticing.] You mean, not everyone is willing to listen to you. [Her lips purse.] So yeah. If you’d like to help us help not just the kedan but Foreigners too - because we need to look out for each other - let us know. [A beat.] If you don’t know who we are, I’m Vanessa and this is Catty. [Jerking her thumb at the brunette now.]

[The brunette gives a small wave and a thumbs up, and then switches off the feed]

[ooc; Catty is black and Vanessa is blue!]

andaway

Superman here.

[The voice Kal uses is definitely Superman's. Now that he's got (most of, he notices these things) powers back he doesn't really feel like hiding.]

And I'd like to say this kind of situation is why I suggested training for those metahumans who wanted it. Not to train an army, just to help out. It'd both avoid situations like the one in the clinic and to ensure everyone who didn't have any metahuman ability would be less ready to jump on a kid who was pulling a prank.

Just because some of us have abilities that could be dangerous doesn't mean we are going to use them. Please let's not turn this into a witch-hunt, I've seen enough of those and they never end well for either party involved.

everylittlegirl

[Hayley's left arm is in a sling from a partial dislocation and she's a little bruised, so she opts for audio instead of the usual video.]

Is there anything like a movie theater here? Or frozen yogurt? I could really go for a fun afternoon.

[60% encrypted to: Annabeth, Percy, Nico, Jason (& any other demigod who wants to admit to being a demigod) - EXCEPT LUKE]

Hey, so, how much do you know about Luke Castellan? Because he told me some stories that were kind of.. I just want to make sure he's not lying, because he seems like a pretty cool guy.

[60% encrypted to: Lois]

This is kind of embarrassing, but you seem really cool and I feel like I could learn a lot from you, so I was wondering if maybe I could come help out with your reporting stuff or something? Like an internship.

[60% encrypted to: Clark]

Is it still bothering you?

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.

untilmydarknessgoes

I guess one good day is a little too much to ask for.

[Actually, the day sucked for Damon to be totally honest. It was only the ending of it that wasn't so bad. It was so not bad that it made the rest of the day pretty forgivable. For him anyway. Maybe not for Elena. But he was on cloud nine too much to worry about that too much.]

[And then he was on a turtle and between life and sleep or something like that - he wasn't paying that much attention, okay - and yep. Day sullied all over again.]

So. Giant turtles in need of a visit to the vet and lost powers.

Someone point me in the direction of the nearest supply of alcohol and I'm gonna get through this just fine.

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!

selfsacrificing

[ It's a little too late to adhere to that whole non-interference clause of the Prime Directive, being the subject of an alien-napping and all, so here is Spock in all his pointy-eared glory. Looking as straight-faced as possible. Unlike Kirk, he didn't part from their meeting and then drink himself under a table, he stayed up all night watching network conversations and Sciencing. It would be illogical to... wallow, and he refuses to acknowledge that he even has the urge. ] ... Fascinating.

[ For such ancient technology, this thing appears remarkably serviceable. ] Greetings. I am Commander Spock, of the United Federation of Planets. If I understand correctly, then you are my fellow... detainees. [ There, that's politic enough. ] I would like to request information on what is being done with the crashed satellite debris. In return, I may be of some assistance in constructing something useful from it, as I am familiar with this level of technology.

In addition, any information on the turtle itself would be appreciated; the scans I have taken of the creature only tell me so much, and the indigenous people seem... disinclined to reply to my queries.

[ Aaaand he'll just give a sharp nod and the Vulcan Salute on his way out. ]

traitorously

[Hey Foreigners there is a cutie brunette on your screen right now. She’s tapping her chin a little thoughtfully, eyeing the camera] Okay, so I get the whole other realm, hi-you’re-on-a-turtle-and-also-there-are-computers thing. Which, weird – seriously, who expects the afterlife to be so high tech? Also, sorry about the possession thing, that must've sucked. But I have something a little more important to ask about right now.

[She leans back and gestures at herself. She’s wearing a green dress that, while it looks good on her, isn’t exactly appropriate for every day wear] Does anyone have clothes I could borrow? Pants, especially pants. You have no idea how long it’s been since I even saw a pair of jeans.

Other than that, does anyone know if there’s a dance club around here or something? I had a look around myself, but maybe someone who’s been here longer can help. There’s gotta be some place teenagers can go to let loose, right? [She winks, and reaches forward to turn off the camera when something else appears to occur to her]

Oh yeah! I’m A – Catty, I’m Catty. [She holds her hand up in a Vulcan salute] Greetings to my fellow inter-dimensional travellers. Especially those of you with pants.

remake

[ Peter's face is banged up when it slides into view. He has a split lip and a gash on his cheek; there's blood dripping down from somewhere in his hairline, and his normally poofy hair is slicked down with sweat. He huffs out a breath to blow some of it off of his face. ] I've had a long day, so I can't say I didn't appreciate the nap on a palace floor - nice place - but usually I'm not really into being kidnapped.

I mean don't get me wrong, the apartment is, uh, more than I can afford, but still very thoughtful. I guess. Hey, does anyone out there have the Emperor's phone number? Because apparently I have a lot of questions for her.

[ He looks like he's trying to laugh at his own joke, for a second, but he gives up and trails off to stare blankly down at the screen. He is still a little shell-shocked from taking out his first super-villain. Eventually, he shrugs off his backpack and holds up a rather rough looking carton of eggs; it's dripping from one corner onto the floor. He finally manages to force out a little snort, but even that looks like it hurts. ] ... Anyone want scrambled eggs?

necromania

[ the feed comes to life and he's infinitely less shaken than he should be, than anyone should be. but Nico is calm as ever. he's had years of practice that he's drawing from now. landing on your feet in the face of life-altering changes is in the demigod handbook. one of the kedan has to walk him through the basics of the computer but it's not as complicated as it looks. no more difficult than the games he spent who knows how long on in the Lotus Casino. it makes him uneasy - that vein of thought - but then again, most things do now. he stands stationary in front of the camera, eyes downcast, slowly rotating the skull ring on his finger for what has to be at least thirty seconds before he finally decides to face what's on his mind.

the camera's on, he might as well get it over with. ]

Hazel Levesque, [ he states firmly, crystal clear. ] If that name means something to you, I'd like to know. She's. . . [ all i have left ] important to me.

[ so are the names Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase but they're the last two people he thinks to ask for because they're unreachable. they couldn't be here. heroes rarely get what they deserve and that's a break. he fidgets like he's finished but thinks better of it, chooses to endure even if he looks strained. ] Is there a cemetery here? I'm not interested in harvesting vegetables or painting billboards. I'd rather restore and keep things in order there, if it exists.

ironwood

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