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peacefullywreathedA certain Knight is in possession of information which could render encryption useless.
Gossip at your own risk.
[ooc: shortly after Clark's post here. this information is accurate only in the sense that Evandau has info relating to the consoles; Solomon isn't tech-savvy enough to know that the fix performed by the Foreigners could prevent encryption-cracking using the same info, and it hasn't been proven either way. he brings it up in Mike's post here, so tech-savvy people should feel free to explain/test/debunk.]
Gossip at your own risk.
[ooc: shortly after Clark's post here. this information is accurate only in the sense that Evandau has info relating to the consoles; Solomon isn't tech-savvy enough to know that the fix performed by the Foreigners could prevent encryption-cracking using the same info, and it hasn't been proven either way. he brings it up in Mike's post here, so tech-savvy people should feel free to explain/test/debunk.]
14M14 [VIDEO]
March 2nd, 2014 21:06lostundercover[Costigan runs a hand through his hair, looking at some paperwork on his desk. Then he looks up at the console, clearly distracted.]
For those unfamiliar, Catty Turner and Vanessa Cleveland started an Outreach Program to try to combat the spread of the drug Dust. With the two of them leaving, I, uh.. I'm funding it. It's going to be a Rehab Center, for any kind of addiction, stress relief, anything. Kedan or foreigner.
We need more people. If you're willing to do some kind of.. therapy b- [He cuts himself off before he calls it bullshit.] -business or- or relaxation, training, I don't know. [An exasperated sigh.] You know what I mean.
If you want help of any kind- you have an addiction or want to talk to someone, let me know. I don't fuck around with confidentiality. You want to be involved, wanting help or giving it, you don't fuckin' share what happens and neither will I.
It's Billy Costigan, by the way.
[ooc: Anyone interested in their character being involved in ANY way, please check out this post for more details.]
[Encrypted 97% to Jim Kirk & Emma Frost - separately]
Their files say you were involved in this place. I'd appreciate if you would stick around, but you'll have to tell me what you do and tell me if confidentiality is going to be a problem for you.
[Encrypted 97% to Dick Grayson]
You serious about managing this place?
For those unfamiliar, Catty Turner and Vanessa Cleveland started an Outreach Program to try to combat the spread of the drug Dust. With the two of them leaving, I, uh.. I'm funding it. It's going to be a Rehab Center, for any kind of addiction, stress relief, anything. Kedan or foreigner.
We need more people. If you're willing to do some kind of.. therapy b- [He cuts himself off before he calls it bullshit.] -business or- or relaxation, training, I don't know. [An exasperated sigh.] You know what I mean.
If you want help of any kind- you have an addiction or want to talk to someone, let me know. I don't fuck around with confidentiality. You want to be involved, wanting help or giving it, you don't fuckin' share what happens and neither will I.
It's Billy Costigan, by the way.
[ooc: Anyone interested in their character being involved in ANY way, please check out this post for more details.]
[Encrypted 97% to Jim Kirk & Emma Frost - separately]
Their files say you were involved in this place. I'd appreciate if you would stick around, but you'll have to tell me what you do and tell me if confidentiality is going to be a problem for you.
[Encrypted 97% to Dick Grayson]
You serious about managing this place?
TEXT; ANONYMOUS
January 18th, 2014 17:42unobtainableredemptionWhere can you go to confess your sins when there are no churches here?
[At the console cafe, Kaine stares at the picture that brought this all on...]
[At the console cafe, Kaine stares at the picture that brought this all on...]
demon_bratSomething that people caring for one of the large eggs should be aware was brought up during the last audience with the Emperor. It may be a false alarm, or it may be an actual concern.
Apparently, there's a possibility that the eggs may be fakes, planted by the thing we're here to fight, and the telepathic links with them provided by it, as well. Such an arrangement would provide it with easier access to the minds of not a small number of the foreigners here, if it's the case.
As such a thing's neither been confirmed or denied by Asti, as of this moment, I can't either dismiss it completely or claim that's the situation. But it's probably a good thing to keep in mind and prepare for.
Unrelated. I believe Raven is gone from Keeliai, for those who know her.
Robin out.
Apparently, there's a possibility that the eggs may be fakes, planted by the thing we're here to fight, and the telepathic links with them provided by it, as well. Such an arrangement would provide it with easier access to the minds of not a small number of the foreigners here, if it's the case.
As such a thing's neither been confirmed or denied by Asti, as of this moment, I can't either dismiss it completely or claim that's the situation. But it's probably a good thing to keep in mind and prepare for.
Unrelated. I believe Raven is gone from Keeliai, for those who know her.
Robin out.
duelkatana[He's been stranded in other dimensions before. Other timelines before, too. They've always been temporary excursions, and even now, he believes wholeheartedly that this time is no different. There have been no magical Time Scepters or reality-bending War Staffs to break him out, return him home where he belongs; but he knows it in his bones. He'll wait a lifetime if he has to, but he knows he'll see his family again.]
[Before now, his personal record for being lost in another place was three months.]
[One year. Twelve months. Four of them without his brothers.]
[Yeah... former record thoroughly bested.]
[Early on the morning of the 24th, Leo slips quietly from the suite he shares with his cousins, skipping out on their usual morning routine. He leaves no note, but his covers are neatly folded and his weapons and mask are gone from his bedside. All the markings of a Leonardo Mood™ are left in his wake.]
[He spends a few hours in Keeliai; visiting his usual places, stopping by his own suite. He passes over what used to be Raph's. He almost goes to the Fire Sector to check up on his old safehouse, but decides against it.]
[Around noon, he ducks into a console cafe and takes a seat at one of the farthest corners, writing up an anonymous message to send into the network.]
In my world, there are many myths revolving around the World Turtle, an ancient beast who carried the world on its back. In Chinese mythology, the heavens were separated from Earth by four great pillars. One day, they collapsed, sending the world into chaos; floods drowned the land and fires scorched the earth, and ferocious animals devoured the people of the world.
In desperation, the goddess Nüwa, creator of mankind, patched the holes in the sky using smelted colored stones. She then sought out Ao, the Great Turtle who had lived in the seas since the creation of the world, and cut off his legs in order to replace the fallen pillars.
With the sky repaired and the heavens once again supported, the floods receded, the fires were snuffed out, and the beasts died away. Carrying the Nine Provinces of China on her back, Nüwa embraced the harmonies of spring and summer, autumn and winter... Yin and Yang.
Seems like it worked out for everyone in the end. Except for the Great Turtle.
[Before now, his personal record for being lost in another place was three months.]
[One year. Twelve months. Four of them without his brothers.]
[Yeah... former record thoroughly bested.]
[Early on the morning of the 24th, Leo slips quietly from the suite he shares with his cousins, skipping out on their usual morning routine. He leaves no note, but his covers are neatly folded and his weapons and mask are gone from his bedside. All the markings of a Leonardo Mood™ are left in his wake.]
[He spends a few hours in Keeliai; visiting his usual places, stopping by his own suite. He passes over what used to be Raph's. He almost goes to the Fire Sector to check up on his old safehouse, but decides against it.]
[Around noon, he ducks into a console cafe and takes a seat at one of the farthest corners, writing up an anonymous message to send into the network.]
In my world, there are many myths revolving around the World Turtle, an ancient beast who carried the world on its back. In Chinese mythology, the heavens were separated from Earth by four great pillars. One day, they collapsed, sending the world into chaos; floods drowned the land and fires scorched the earth, and ferocious animals devoured the people of the world.
In desperation, the goddess Nüwa, creator of mankind, patched the holes in the sky using smelted colored stones. She then sought out Ao, the Great Turtle who had lived in the seas since the creation of the world, and cut off his legs in order to replace the fallen pillars.
With the sky repaired and the heavens once again supported, the floods receded, the fires were snuffed out, and the beasts died away. Carrying the Nine Provinces of China on her back, Nüwa embraced the harmonies of spring and summer, autumn and winter... Yin and Yang.
Seems like it worked out for everyone in the end. Except for the Great Turtle.
explosivepenetrators[ It had been about a day since Peter arrived, and he had to take some time to get his bearings on this strange situation. The last thing he remembered from home was going up in what was probably the last fight of his life against Thanos. And then he was here, with no clue on what happened to either the Mad Titan or one of his closest friends.
He had moped for years, and he couldn't let it continue more than a day here. It may have also been some shock leftover from the events of the Cancerverse. He needed to see what the situation was with the other residents here. It would help if anyone had an idea of what went on back home, and after hearing about the anonymity features in the cafe, he figured that the best option. ]
While trading names first would be the polite thing to do, I don't have the time right now. I have a few questions to see where we all match up:
1) Does "Annihilation War" mean anything to any of you?
2) If you answered yes to the first question, what about "The Fault?"
3) Are there any good places to get a hard drink here?
[ Apologies, everyone. Peter can quite frankly be brusque and an ass when his life's taken an odd turn. For the sake of making sure the questions get out, he repeats them in rough phonetic approximations of the more common Kree and Skrull languages. Long shot, but worth it. ]
He had moped for years, and he couldn't let it continue more than a day here. It may have also been some shock leftover from the events of the Cancerverse. He needed to see what the situation was with the other residents here. It would help if anyone had an idea of what went on back home, and after hearing about the anonymity features in the cafe, he figured that the best option. ]
While trading names first would be the polite thing to do, I don't have the time right now. I have a few questions to see where we all match up:
1) Does "Annihilation War" mean anything to any of you?
2) If you answered yes to the first question, what about "The Fault?"
3) Are there any good places to get a hard drink here?
[ Apologies, everyone. Peter can quite frankly be brusque and an ass when his life's taken an odd turn. For the sake of making sure the questions get out, he repeats them in rough phonetic approximations of the more common Kree and Skrull languages. Long shot, but worth it. ]
justlittle[Bean waited a long time before posting to the Network. At first he was unsure who exactly was watching. Is this like the desks at school? Would he have to make a fake post to prevent whoever is in charge from learning anything he did not want them to know? Or was it innocent, just a means of communication or entertainment? Either way, Bean saw no real interest in it. From what he saw of the recent posts, the people here seem obsessed with clothing and amenities. Nothing he can relate to. Besides, the terminal in his suite has been acting oddly all day. He decided to explore the city instead. He hasn't been in a city since Rotterdam, but he's sure he can get back into the swing of it. Being a rather large city, there's sure to be street gangs of abandoned kids somewhere-- maybe not in the wealthy-looking metal sector, but somewhere. Maybe he'll find them, restart his old life. Maybe not. For now he's just exploring, gathering data.
At some point he happens upon a café with anonymous hookups. This, he decides, would be the perfect opportunity to give the Network a try. He hangs around the café for a few hours, looking in, buying something to drink, but never signing on. Then finally, he makes his move.]
So they have us on the back of a turtle. Slow and steady wins the race, they say, but where is the rabbit? What shore are we swimming towards, and where was the starting line? And what happens when the turtle stops swimming?
[He signs off, satisfied with his post, and waits to watch the responses. It's as much a fact-finding mission as anything, and he's interested to see who will respond and what they might have to say.]
[ooc: feel free to either respond to his post or see him around any of the sectors. A scrawny looking seven year old can only be so inconspicuous.]
At some point he happens upon a café with anonymous hookups. This, he decides, would be the perfect opportunity to give the Network a try. He hangs around the café for a few hours, looking in, buying something to drink, but never signing on. Then finally, he makes his move.]
So they have us on the back of a turtle. Slow and steady wins the race, they say, but where is the rabbit? What shore are we swimming towards, and where was the starting line? And what happens when the turtle stops swimming?
[He signs off, satisfied with his post, and waits to watch the responses. It's as much a fact-finding mission as anything, and he's interested to see who will respond and what they might have to say.]
[ooc: feel free to either respond to his post or see him around any of the sectors. A scrawny looking seven year old can only be so inconspicuous.]
anonymous || text
February 15th, 2013 18:22wilsooon[Someone has come to a realization in the past few hours that has made him increasingly unsettled. So here he is in a cafe in the Fire Sector, sharing his paranoia.]
The kedan are shapeshifters.
Is there anything to stop them from looking like one of us?
The kedan are shapeshifters.
Is there anything to stop them from looking like one of us?
01: text, anonymous
February 4th, 2013 22:10occupygotham[ text, anonymous. Upon arriving, Bane has kept to himself, patiently reading through past entries on the network and evaluating his current situation. he has seen more questions raised then answers after his research ]
It would seem that the state between death, dreaming and life has more to be desired. The reason for our continued presence remains a mystery as we play the role of docile prisoners to this...Emperor. While others may seek contentment in their cage under the guise of routine and monotony, I must question one simple thing:
Tell me, fellow occupants, how long are we to be kept in the dark?
Surely none of the Kedan's guests were aware of the creatures lurking beneath the shadowed depths of Tu Vishan. A small, inconsequential thing, perhaps, to those who no longer have the fear of death instilled upon them, but the opportunity to prepare for such onslaughts was stolen from us. We are all strangers in a strange land, fellow outsiders, and it seems as if the Kedan are more than happy to maintain that relationship. A relationship that leaves us in a state of inaction.
Citizens, for that is what we should rightfully call ourselves here, it is time to find our voice.
[ a separate text message is sent out anonymously: ]
I seek the services of a medical professional- preferably one with a hand in anesthesia. Chemists, would also be welcomed.
It would seem that the state between death, dreaming and life has more to be desired. The reason for our continued presence remains a mystery as we play the role of docile prisoners to this...Emperor. While others may seek contentment in their cage under the guise of routine and monotony, I must question one simple thing:
Tell me, fellow occupants, how long are we to be kept in the dark?
Surely none of the Kedan's guests were aware of the creatures lurking beneath the shadowed depths of Tu Vishan. A small, inconsequential thing, perhaps, to those who no longer have the fear of death instilled upon them, but the opportunity to prepare for such onslaughts was stolen from us. We are all strangers in a strange land, fellow outsiders, and it seems as if the Kedan are more than happy to maintain that relationship. A relationship that leaves us in a state of inaction.
Citizens, for that is what we should rightfully call ourselves here, it is time to find our voice.
[ a separate text message is sent out anonymously: ]
I seek the services of a medical professional- preferably one with a hand in anesthesia. Chemists, would also be welcomed.
imaginate[ if one looks at the location of this post, it's from Wood. Kyle's idea of being careful is essentially walking over to another Sector to use one of the cafes. ]
hello?
seriously there's better things to rip off than myspace
[ He's going to treat this as a chatroom until he has reason to do otherwise. ]
is this network the only way to contact people? what happened to telephones? or shining a signal in the sky? [ subtle. very subtle. He buffers it quickly: ] or even messenger pigeons?
[ now to see if anyone takes the hint. Before then, he decides to offer a helpful tidbit: ]
by the way this isn’t a dream or a collective hallucination
hello?
seriously there's better things to rip off than myspace
[ He's going to treat this as a chatroom until he has reason to do otherwise. ]
is this network the only way to contact people? what happened to telephones? or shining a signal in the sky? [ subtle. very subtle. He buffers it quickly: ] or even messenger pigeons?
[ now to see if anyone takes the hint. Before then, he decides to offer a helpful tidbit: ]
by the way this isn’t a dream or a collective hallucination
002 // anon text
October 22nd, 2012 17:01redjaySo is that it?
We're all just going to buckle down, paint our bio-luminescent picket fence and start over?
In case the novelty of being on a giant turtle is waning, let me remind you: this is not how your life is suppose to be. They took us away from it - our lives. And they did so without giving us all the details.
Whatever we had in our time, that is what's real. Not this bullshit.
We're all just going to buckle down, paint our bio-luminescent picket fence and start over?
In case the novelty of being on a giant turtle is waning, let me remind you: this is not how your life is suppose to be. They took us away from it - our lives. And they did so without giving us all the details.
Whatever we had in our time, that is what's real. Not this bullshit.
[text - anonymous]
September 30th, 2012 04:40stucktoeverything[Ugh. Peter hunches over the console feeling as though all the eyes in the world were upon him. In truth there's a wall and a closed door between him and the rest of the world; kind of nice, their private and anonymous chat rooms actually seemed to make the effort to be exactly that.
He's not sure what exactly to type; wants to be vague but not completely incomprehensible, wants to catch someone's attention but only the sort of someone who can help him. Not everyone.
Fine line, Peter, fine line.
And then, of course, there's the chance that no one's going to have what he needs and then he'll be back at square one but exposed and lacking and.. Ugh. Just ugh.]
Okay. This may seem a little 'out there' but I'm looking for information on web. Like strong weight-bearing web. Or some sort of light weight, thin cable.
Actually you could say I'm looking for it instead of just information on it.
For science.
Information, thoughts and any sort of general direction pointing would be greatly appreciated.
[Pete drops his head on the console and presses post; at what point does one stop doubting their every move?]
He's not sure what exactly to type; wants to be vague but not completely incomprehensible, wants to catch someone's attention but only the sort of someone who can help him. Not everyone.
Fine line, Peter, fine line.
And then, of course, there's the chance that no one's going to have what he needs and then he'll be back at square one but exposed and lacking and.. Ugh. Just ugh.]
Okay. This may seem a little 'out there' but I'm looking for information on web. Like strong weight-bearing web. Or some sort of light weight, thin cable.
Actually you could say I'm looking for it instead of just information on it.
For science.
Information, thoughts and any sort of general direction pointing would be greatly appreciated.
[Pete drops his head on the console and presses post; at what point does one stop doubting their every move?]
amonfire[ An anonymous post from a console the Console café pings the network. The poster had gone through the laborious task of omitting any indication of what café they were in, or any personal details. Said post is a relatively non-descriptive person of color of some indeterminate middle-aged with a nervous, almost supplicant air to them. His voice is now more than a cagey, but friendly conversational tone. ]
The black walls, high as they are, were as comforting a sight as the police force with their unorthodox, eccentric regulations and the majority of the natives who had something more judgmental than curiosity in the glances they throw our way. And this curfew business that's new.
Enough to make anyone nervous. Some first day, right?
The black walls, high as they are, were as comforting a sight as the police force with their unorthodox, eccentric regulations and the majority of the natives who had something more judgmental than curiosity in the glances they throw our way. And this curfew business that's new.
Enough to make anyone nervous. Some first day, right?
[video || anonymous]
August 7th, 2012 21:36cowled[Enter 'Professor Craig'. He's a middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed goatee, glasses, salt-and-pepper black hair and the accent of a British foreign national that's spent several decades in America. Of Bruce Wayne, there is absolutely nothing, not the voice or the poise or the bearing. Even his eyes are another colour, and the structure of his face is altogether different.
This post goes up several hours past the executions, and Bruce is basically waiting on the results of his blood samples and fabric analyses from the three dead kedan. So, the Network gets his attention for now, and his primary cover persona on Keeliai gets some exercise.]
Is everyone all right? God, I can't even imagine-- if anyone needs anything, please ask. We're all in this together.
This post goes up several hours past the executions, and Bruce is basically waiting on the results of his blood samples and fabric analyses from the three dead kedan. So, the Network gets his attention for now, and his primary cover persona on Keeliai gets some exercise.]
Is everyone all right? God, I can't even imagine-- if anyone needs anything, please ask. We're all in this together.