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So, darlings.

A couple of things:

Firstly, I'm wondering what people have against one of the oldest professions? Yes, yes, I understand how young I am, but really is that your only objection?

Secondly, I am looking for a hand to hand sparring partner. While my sword skills are impressive, I'm afraid that my hand to hand has gone to the way side. I find that... unacceptable.

[ Her beating had brought that home. But she's not mentioning that. She adjusts herself in front of the console, wearing that ridiculously fluffy robe that she loves. Of course it's white. ]

So, darlings. Anyone willing to step up and answer either of those?

bostonhowler

I have a question.

[ She's got her hair up in a messy bun. At least she's being seen? She's still pretty scarce, but she's coming out of hiding a bit. ]

How often do people get things from home? I mean something you know you left at home and is now here.

I got a photo from home is why I ask. I wasn't expecting it, and it looks like the real thing? Though why it wouldn't be is beyond me.

I was just wondering.

lostundercover

[Costigan sounds entirely calm and collected, albeit his usual gruff self.]

I need a weapon. A gun or a knife, nothin' weird. I'll pay cash.

[There's a muffled knocking noise for a moment before he speaks again.]

Cigarettes too.

[PRIVATE TO VALDIS]
[His voice shifts, holding more anxiety.]

We need to talk. Privately, not at the station.

highprofilerichkid

[A brief text message appears on the consoles. It's directed at the Foreigners, but it's not encrypted, nor has Tony disguised his console ID. All that's unusual about it is that it's text: Tony almost always uses the video setting.]

How many of you have been seeing other people's memories? Does anyone know why it's happening? Is it happening to kedan too, or just Foreigners?

Most important question: is it over??

shroudofgray

One year has passed since I have arrived on these shores.

For one year, I have known the joy freedom, to wander paths that always have been closed. And while there is much I have learned, there is still so much yet to discover.

I hope these days can continue forever. But even if they cannot, I am happy to have lived them - to have known all of you. I am grateful.

If it is something I am allowed to choose, I would like to consider this date my birthday.

reluctantaccessory

So, um, wow...

This is going sound incredibly stupid on both counts, but would anyone mind lending me some advice on a couple of things? It's nothing really personal, it's just I'm having a little trouble with a couple of small things. (A breath, calm yourself, calm yourself.) Okay, so for starters... I need to look for a job. I used to work at the cat cafe, but that's gone now I think. So, I was thinking of something that I would like to do. And I kind of think I wanted to start a business again. I used to do that. A scooter rental shop in my own world and in another place I was at I ran a consignment shop...

I think if I was going to do that again, I would want to start a bakery or something like that...

(She might even be smiling based on her tone of voice now.)

What kinds of things would you want to see sold? How much do you think I should charge? Should I think about doing something else? What's setting up something like that going to take? What am I missing here...

(Oh, right. She has to ask about this other thing too.)

And now for the second part...

Does anyone know how to build those really cool, big pillow forts? I thought it would be something fun, but I'm having trouble even keeping this little tiny fort upright.

purrns

[With the general feeling of deep unhappiness this Christmas has brought to him, and then the loss of Marinette- Adrien has been unusually absent from the network lately - and the city in general, truth be told. He's done his shifts in the healer's guild, and then at night donned the mask and done his police work, but he hasn't really done much socialising. He realises he'd make himself the recluse his father wants him to be, if he keeps this up, so here he is. ]

Hi guys. Sorry I've been quiet lately, it's been- uh. It's just been one of those months. I'm okay, though, promise!

[That's a bare-faced lie and he knows it. Still, he's rather an expert in faking it, so he gives a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his head.]

Weather's been freaky lately, huh? I was kinda expecting us to be three foot deep in snow by now. Still, if anyone needs some place to stay while it's like this or longer, there's a spare room in my place.

[Please someone live with him, he's so horribly lonely. He's stalled enough, though, and now it comes to one of the main reasons he made this broadcast in the first place.]

This is a weird question. But if you learned something here that you probably shouldn't know, is there any way of unknowing it? I know there's a lot of magic here, so I was wondering if anyone knew a way of making someone forget something. Just a specific something, not like...whole memories or anything like that. I appreciate anyone who's got an idea on that.

Thank you.

ninjainviolet

[ Sheena's smiling on everyone's screens, but there's a questioning glint in her eyes. ]

I know there are different festivals and holidays here, but I was wondering if anyone was familiar with Thanksgiving and Christmas?

Or if you had similar holidays of Thanks and Fellowship this time of year?

[ Could she be planning something? Maybe. Maybe not. She was going to have to talk to Raine first. And not just about having a dinner party. Perhaps it's time for Sheena to find her own place. ]

no_light

[It's been months since Kylo Ren made an announcement on the network, but today he does, and looks oddly pensive, withdrawn.

In the background you can catch a glimpse of a painfully generic living room, there are no personal items other than a glimpse at his infamous table of ashes.]

Lately I've had a lot of time to think, and there is something I have been wondering about. We get to meet people from other worlds, or people who are dead to us, but there is no stability to the bonds built here. Foreigners are randomly brought to this place and taken away.

Yet some of us have been here for years, they watched many come and go. How do you go about this? I dislike the uncertainty. You can't plan for anything.

sensitively

[ Rey's expression looks worried and confused — there are the beginning of tears welling in her eyes, making them bright over the feed and threatening to spill over at the least provocation, and her lips tremble as she speaks to the residents of Keeliai. ]

I know I don't talk to all of you very often, and for that I'm regretful, but — has anyone in the Sky Sector, or elsewhere, seen Poe Dameron? He's... [ she blinks, attempting to control her emotions, but they're bubbling to the surface despite her best efforts. ] He's tall, dark-haired. Very personable, many of you here have spoken to him, I think.

Has he shown himself anywhere, in the last few days? Has he found a new place to live? [ That thought is dreadfully painful, that he would simply leave and abandon her without even telling her where he was going, but she'd almost rather have him be safe somewhere else on the turtle than have disappeared from it for good. ] If he has, or hasn't, tell me. I just want to know that he's alright.

peridiot

[Peridot looks...concerned.]

Has anyone seen Shay? The Morrigan isn't docked...maybe he went for a sail.

[She's already lost Tektite without warning, and while the other Gem had been the last connection she'd had to home, she hadn't really cared for her much. But if Shay's gone, really gone...she has nobody. Shay's her only friend.]

redlightgreenlight

You all managed to not destroy the city while I was away. Aside from that magical mishap at the end, that is, but it seems there was little lasting harm.

[Her voice is strong, but pleasant. Valdis is back and ready to take charge again.]

I'll admit that I've been a bit distracted as of late, but I am back and there is a problem I would like to address. The Cultists have had free reign to do as they please and we are lucky that they haven't struck as hard as I believe they are capable of.

[What with having Milyn's knowledge and skills as well as Daseng's, if he was as clever and intelligent as Milyn claimed.]

To counter this problem, I am creating a special task force within the Police Department that will focus solely on the Cultists and their plans.

[This is in no way just a personal vendetta, the cultists are a threat, but she has the power to do it, so she might as well.]

If anyone had any information that may prove useful to the task force, or wishes to join it, please let me know.

no_light

[Oh look, it's Kylo Ren and he is looking grumpy. Wow. This has never happened before.]

If anybody knows a small annoying green creature with green hair, could you point me her way? I need to speak to her about something important.

[He hesitates before continuing, frowning at the camera for a while and apparently struggling with himself.]

I take it nobody knows what became of Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker and Galen Marek. I found their houses abandoned.

[And then it's back to annoyance again, since there is one more thing he might as well address while has everybody's attention.] As for the person who thought it amusing to send me flowers: I don't appreciate you littering my house with weeds.

purered

[Klaus appears on screen, ashen-faced and looking grimmer than usual.]

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a very important announcement to make.

[He steels himself with a deep breath, as though saying what comes next just make it true.]

Mr Shudder appears to have been returned to his world. It would seem that Mr Pleasant and Mr Ravel have also been sent back.

These men were well-established within Keeliai, and their loss will be felt by many Kedan and foreigners alike. I extend my condolences to those who will feel their absence and, should you wish to talk, my door is open.

[He's quiet for a while, his eyes shut as he takes a few more slow, deep breaths. Finally he seems to have gained some semblance of his usual composure and he speaks again, his tone firm.]

There are some matters that cannot be put off while we adjust to this loss - primarily the matter of the Midnight Hotel. As many of you have noticed, the building has returned to its former state and is ill-suited to habitation without some considerable work.

The lobby, kitchen, garage, and staircases are intact, as well as the magics Mr Shudder used on them. The other rooms, however, belong to the original building and are in varying states of disuse. With some work, they can certainly be brought up to snuff, and the building itself is sound and would make for an excellent hotel in its own right. The wards and most of the furniture have gone.

Mr Shudder was... prepared for this eventuality. He left a will of sorts.

[He holds up the folded papers.]

Miss Valdis, Mr Stark - he's left you some items of significance. I would see that you receive them.

And that leaves the final matter of running the hotel. Mr Shudder has recommended myself as supervisor, and I am willing to take the position if there are no objections. If there are, I would ask only to keep things running smoothly until a decision is reached.

[He sets aside the papers and his composure once again falters. There's an uncharacteristic weariness to him.]

As of late, there have been a number of foreigners returning home. Many of us have built lasting friendships here that have crossed the boundaries of time and space. Though we may not always agree, we have found ways to work towards common goals. When chance and circumstance split us apart, it is all too easy to succumb to despair.

I speak directly now to those who are dealing with the loss of a friend or loved one. It is not weakness to grieve. It is not strength to bury your emotions behind a wall of stoicism. You are not a coward if you falter. You are not selfish for seeking help from others.

Tomorrow evening, I would welcome anyone to join me in toasting to all our departed friends and loved ones.

I thank you for your time, and bid you all well.

purrns

[The video opens up to a strange-looking, almost derelict building. It's still standing, but looks like it hasn't been used for years. It's a little weird there would be a console there at all, honestly. But here one is. Adrien looks pretty confused as to why he's here, too. Like this isn't the place he expected to wake up today. Which...is actually pretty accurate.]

Uh. Hi everyone. I think Anton is playing a practical joke on us again. Though...I hope my bed shows up again at some point. Waking up on the floor wasn't what I'd call super fun. It's actually less fun than waking up on the ceiling, for those taking score.

[A little bit of Chat-attitude is slipping out there, but he doesn't correct it. He has other things to deal with; another reason for coming on the console. He's already lost Solomon, someone he genuinely looked up to, thought the world of, and now.... For for the briefest of moments, something like pain crosses his face. He quickly replaces it with that pleasant countenance of his. Adrien deals with loss so much, he can wear it like a backpack. It's easier in the long run not to let it show how deep it hurts. Or rather, that's what he's been raised to believe. As such, his voice is steady, as he delivers his news.]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng has gone home, for those that knew her.

[He imagines there are some. Marinette is a friendly girl. Still, he doesn't want people worrying about her, or worse; HIM. He still can't manage a smile, but he quickly adds:]

It's a good thing. She'll be happier and safer back home. Her family are there, and her best friend. It's where she belongs. So it's...good.

[Still hurts, though. She was a real and honest link to home. Someone he knew, someone who knew him. They lived in the same city, saw the same crazy stuff, they were friends. And yet...he feels relieved too. It means he doesn't have to worry about her learning he's Chat. Is it wrong he should be relieved about that? It feels...selfish. It doesn't sit right with him. ]

I just thought you might want to know.

backwordscompatible

[From the moment the feed began, Zatanna's surroundings were a little more visible than usual. The Welcome Center, with her leaning slightly back. Clearly prepared to get comfortable if necessary. As if she planned on sitting there for a while.]

Hey, everyone.

[And to start, she waved at the camera. Master of showmanship, this one.]

Okay, so, most of you probably at least recognize my face by now. Because if not, I'm so not doing my job properly.

I'm Zatanna. I run the Welcome Center, and...well, let's just say there's a reason for that. I've kind of been here a while. Like, a really long while. Including that year we all spent in the Dreaming Realm...probably more than five years by now. Man, time sure does fly when you adjust to your kidnapping, huh?

[Jokes aside...]

A lot's happened in that time. I mean, we're talking everything from zombies to ghost possessions to baby turtles dream-hopping to people's powers getting all messed up. We used to have Emperors, you know. Like an actual monarchy. Oh, and that whole thing with the shell starting to glow? Yeah, that's definitely not new, though I haven't seen it since Ast--I mean, the Great Turtle was busy not being in a coma.

So, yeah, I guess if anybody has any questions on that sort of thing, I'm here to answer them as best as I can. I mean, I figured, share the wealth, you know? Since you all deserve to know what kind of place you were brought to, and how this whole thing all started in the first place.

((ooc: As I mentioned here, I did recently put together a basic list of plot-relevant events of the past for newcomers to check out. But here's a chance for your characters to get in on the story IC. Not ALL of it, of course, and these stories will be told from Zatanna's IC perspective, which can sometimes be a bit misleading or even missing information...but fellow Turtle Veterans are also welcome to join in on conversations. Mix and mingle and possibly threadjack at will!))

witchcrap

[Avery looks positively joyous.]

Guys! Guys! Look who I found!

[They hold up a very annoyed-looking white Persian cat who could probably stand to lay off the Frisky Bits. "Mrak," says the cat.]

Mochi showed up! That means other cats might come too! So, let me know if you find any; bring them by A Cat's Paw! We're in the Sky Sector, and I have a lot of food, so I can take care of them. Also, if you want a job...we're definitely hiring.

["MRAK!" Mochi says, and the feed ends.]

ninjainviolet

[ When the feed starts, Sheena doesn't say anything right away, but even though she's looking to the side, it's obvious by what can be seen of her expression that she's very confused.

Finally, she turns to the monitor, then quickly back before slowly dragging her focus again to the monitor. ]

Okay, tremors I can understand. We are on a turtle after all.

But is it me, or is the shell starting to glow?

[ And she turns to the side again before cutting the feed. ]

problematical

[ River looks a little dirty and disheveled, but is smiling widely for this announcement! ]

I bought a house, and it has a garden. But I want to get a job.

[ and then belatedly, might as well inform the other person going to be living there: ]

Simon, we're moving.

drinkuntilidie

[Kevas tires of camping around the outskirts of the city. Tough as a troll might be, he's a jungle troll. All this cold and drizzle eats at him. He wants no more of it. Time to find a place for him to call his own for a while. First thing's first though, he needs money.]

Not sure how to go about dis other den just sayin' it, but I be needin' money and a place to stay. Now don't go thinkin' I be wantin' handouts cause I don't. Last thing I be wantin' is to be in some mon's debt. I be wantin' to work for my stay.

[Kevas tries his best to appear professional but it feels weird going about finding work this way. In Azeroth finding mercenary work is as easy as stepping into town, here not so much.]

I be a mercenary, former soldier, and somethin' of a wanderer.

[He doesn't like using the term 'adventurer'. It sounds too heroic. Kevas knows he's no hero.]

If any mons be needin' protection, a bodyguard, or help with gang problems I be willin' to offer my services for some steady pay. If dere be other services ya be needin' den give me da details and I'll talk to ya.

[After his talk at the Welcome Center he's trying real hard to avoid the 'kill for money' part of his job. Murder might not be a big deal to him but that seems to be a big no no in this place. Last thing he wants right now is a bad reputation. Then he won't get anywhere.

Unless someone wants to pay him extremely well.]

Also, I be wantin' speak with a Pepper Pots or Bakura about some kind of uh...police force?

[The way he says it makes it clear he's not too sure what that is.]

As long as ya ain't be military, and as long as ya be offerin' a fair price, I'd like to talk with some mon about dat.

Tu Shanshu

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