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[The network gets a good look at the giant man wearing mostly black with a grumpy face. Kurogane is huge, taking up the entire screen and not allowing for much to be seen behind him or display any hints to where he might be. That is exactly how he likes it.

As for what he's doing on the network... well, he isn't introducing himself. Despite his displeased face he doesn't appear to be all that freaked out about ending up in some strange world. Usually Kurogane isn't the one going around asking about his traveling companions - that's a job belonging to other people but seeing as how Fai is currently unconscious someone has to do it. The idiot mage will be upset if he doesn't know if the children are here.]

Listen up, if any of you have heard of anyone by the name of Syaoran or Sakura about this tall [Motions to about where his elbows come up to, which is helpful considering it's hard to tell how tall the man is.] I need to know. Or if you've seen a strange white creature that looks like a riceball or meatbun... or a rabbit and talks a lot, calls itself Mokona then point me in the direction you last saw it. It's probably off stuffing its face or crying because it's lost us.

I'm also looking for someone who knows a thing or two about technology. Specifically artifical limbs. [Have a nice good look at his left arm which looks perfectly normal.] Lost my arm a while back and got an artifical one but it isn't quite right. There was a replacement on the way but seeing as how I ended up in a different world I'm not sure when I'll get it.

[Spoken like a man who isn't worried about how someone is going to get it to him from another world.]

It's not urgent. [Yes it is because it's painful but Kurogane has had worse injuries and certainly had worse when it comes to the limb not fitting right.]

Also need a job. Small stuff or something you need done like fixing up your homes or needing things hauled around. Nothing too long-term. [Just something to earn a little bit of money that isn't permanent. Either this guy doesn't want to believe he'll be here long or there's something else up his sleeve.] Doesn't seem like this world has much need for a warrior and I'm not good for much else except fixing or moving stuff.

That's all. [Then he proceeds to hang up.]

edgeoftheknife

[Hi there, Keeliai. Remember this guy? It's been a while.

He's sitting in what looks like a cafe out in the city. For those who don't remember him from his previous stay, he's beautiful, with striking eyes that unfortunately have some pretty dark circles under them. He looks like he hasn't slept well in ages. He's wearing a three-piece suit and cradling a cup of something in his hands--lid on, because his hands shake.

He's... seen better days.

When he speaks, he's got a pronounced Irish accent.]

Right, I... I'm back. Surprise. [He smiles and his face lights up for a moment before the smile slips.]

I don't know how many of the people I knew are left. I know... I know we're missing some. [Studiously going to avoid mentioning Anton, thank you very much.] If you're still around and we were friends, or... talked, maybe drop me a line? And hello to all the newcomers. I know I've spoken with a few of you.

I'm back at the shelter, so. I mean, Brigid and Sonja are doing the real work, the paperwork and all that. I couldn't keep paperwork straight these days if I tried.

[The thought trails off. He looks a bit lost.]

If anyone happens to spot a talking skeleton, let me know, will you? He's got another punch coming if he shows his face again. And... if anyone happens to spot a tall, skinny redhead with an accent like mine, please tell him I'm looking for him.

isochrone

[ Elizabeth holds the new handset up, still marveling at the technology, but getting right to the point. ]

Excuse me Foreigners, I have a request to make. I've been told that there are those here who might be able to teach runes -- or other magics -- to others. Most unfortunately, I've had a young woman named Sonja attempting to obscure who that might be, so I'm making the appeal directly.

If there are people who are indeed capable of sharing these remarkable abilities, and who might be willing to discuss the possibility with me, please let me know. If you'd prefer to meet in person, I can meet you anywhere you'd like.

purered

[Klaus appears on screen, looking decidedly frazzled. He's in his gardening apron, his hair is disheveled holding a spade. Behind him is the greenhouse which is a veritable wall of, well, green. And brightly coloured flowers.]

My word, has anyone else experienced a sudden surge of plant life? These should not be as far along as they are - half these seeds I only just planted a week ago.

There is quite an abundance of... well, everything, so I would be delighted to give away any potted plants to anyone interested. Also - [and here he gives a bewildered sidelong glance to his left] - zucchini. I'm honestly not sure how as I never planted any, but there is a mountain of zucchini if you like that sort of thing.

isochrone

I've been thinking and writing some things down, and something I've wanted to ask...

What would you consider very... mm, 'defining' I suppose is the word I'm looking for? Something that you feel your reality wouldn't be the same without. Don't worry, I'll go first.

[ She flashes a knowing smile at that. ]

Certainly, there are certainly many historical events that shaped the world, but if I had to pick one that's affective to Columbia in my era would be the discovery a few decades ago of the Lutece Particle, which in turn is used to make a Lutuce Field. Another term for it is called 'quantum levitation', and it suspends atoms in mid-air by a controllable field, allowing things to be manipulated within the sphere of gravity, and to impart those effects onto other objects.

[ Someone's read The Principles of Quantum Mechanics a few too many times... ]

And that's how Columbia is an airborne city. So, I think things in my reality would be very different if that hadn't been discovered!

denyamenti

[ Grouchy thief seems extra grouchy today. ]

Does anyone want a short ticket home, because apparently hiring anyone to do the Dojo's paperwork is a guaranteed way to disappear from this place.

[ He managed to lose not one, but both of his bookkeepers inside a week. ]

And why does it feel like the damned turtle has stalled?

aspacepirate

Uh, hey. This is Mark Watney again.

I was thinking about something and considering the circumstances, it's probably not anywhere near important, but I was thinking about time. Earth time, to be specific... not sols or anything involving that temperamental red jerk that Mars is.

(He pauses.)

Okay, to be very specific...because not all of us are from the same place, yet alone the same damn version of Earth...

In any case, you know, if we're going by the passage of time here... I'm another year older today. I think.

(Pausing again.)

You know what, let's just go with it. I didn't get a real birthday minus the crew singing at me the last go around.

Current Mood: chipper

commandandcontrol

Hello. Hi. The handsets seem to be nicer now. I think I'd still just to have it programmed to run through my phone. Tony-

Is Tony still here? He worked on it last time.

[ That was a thing that happened, right? People left. And some came back, apparently. ]

Are other people here? That I know?

Right! This is Sonja. Maybe some people remember me. I probably sound different, it's been- [ How long has it been? It's not like... the memories are super clear. She had thought this was a dream, maybe. A dream that had been forgotten. ]

It's been awhile.

reluctantaccessory

Does anyone mind me asking a couple of questions? It isn't something very personal, at least I don't think it would be for the most part, but okay...

(Then.)

Has anyone here ever met someone who is a different version of someone you know? If you have, what did you do? Try to be friends if you were in the past with the other version or did you just let things happen as they were going to?

helljumper

[He had spent the better portion of the day wandering around the city. Ducking and diving between crowds of people, and doing his best to stay out of the spotlight - which was far harder than he'd like to admit being a 'foreigner' decked out in futuristic space armor.

Needless to say, after having spent a good few hours gathering intel and having a constant stream of people talking to him about what to expect while he was stuck here (among other things), being able to sit down was a small blessing in and of itself. Something that those watching the camera's feed might be able to pick up on, as the ODST carefully leaned back in his chair, and stared up at the cafe's ceiling with a lengthy sigh.]

"Can't say I'm pleased to be here, but it's an upgrade from magical books." [Then again, giant turtles aren't really swinging in the opposite direction. Something he knows, but he'll hold his tongue on that.]

"Would say I'm impressed by how you guys have this whole welcoming stuff down to a science, but I'm still trying to comprehend most of it. Even then, there's usually a lot more going on than what's on the complimentary pamphlet."

[It's then that his visor lowers towards the screen, and a tick of silence passes by, before he's shifting forwards to properly address those behind it.]

"So, straight to the point; is there anything around here that I should be wary of? Threats, dangers, etcetera."

luckyspots

[Someone's really happy. The kind that just shows, even if you try to hide it. Not that she's trying very hard to hide it. It's not related to her message today, although it matches well with the excitement that follows.]

Hey guys, I know it's been a while since I used this thing, but a lot's happened since then. And one of those things is-- I finally have some work space for myself. So. I'd like to start putting it to some good use. That's where I'm hoping you all come in.

[Marinette is treating this as something of an interest check..]

I mentioned it before in passing, but I love sewing. Well, designing specifically. Clothes, accessories-- you name it. Whether it's recreating an old favorite or making something new a stylish, I want to offer my services to anyone interested.

And since my portfolio didn't exactly come with me, the first three people to submit a request can have them free of charge. I hope that once everyone sees what I can do, they'll be happy to trust me with their orders. It can be as specific or as vague as you want with them, but the more specific you get, the more information I'm going to need.

[...is that it? She thinks she covered everything she can think of. Well. Better make sure, just to be safe.]

Right. So. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.

reluctantaccessory

(She stares into the device to make sure it's recording. Her expression turns from something kind of serious and deep in thought to one of relief. "Oh good. Not much different than that other place..." Marie then tries to smile, of course she looks a bit more concerned than anything else.)

Uh, uh...hi. I'm Marie. Um...let's see here... I think I'm good with what's going on. I mean, I get it. At least, I have a map...and I've been without a lot less before... it's a long story...

(Marie finds herself beginning to ramble - to the outsider it sounded like some "adventure" or a not very thought out plan she had when shew was younger, but she quickly stops herself. It's definitely better to not get so personal, not yet anyway. She glances down for a moment.)

Ah, uh..right. I'll just shut up now about that. It's not very interesting.

(Then she pauses.)

Um, by the way...has anyone seen....

(She lets her thought trail off and she debates in the middle of her question about asking if someone else might be wandering around. Only slightly taller than her (and she's a tall girl herself), square headed, overly serious looking... potentially over his head in trouble within moments of setting foot in a place?)

She woke up alone now that she gives everything some more thought and then she glances at the ring on her hand. )

Um, well, uh...it's not that important. So, um, I'll be here for a little while....

gotabadfeelingaboutthis

[Han just looks angry and he's got his blaster in his hand. There's still some dust on his vest, revealing why he's all in a rage at the moment. There's a lot of chaos in the background because of the riot going on.]

Whatever the kriff that dust was, it got to me. I jus' feel like I want a good brawl. Or maybe just smash somethin' around here.

I think I'm just kriffed off at everything and everyone.

And since I ain't no Jedi, the Dark Side stuff doesn't bother me much. I don't have to control my anger and no one's gonna make me. I'm sick and tired of my life bein' out of my control. The turtle...gettin' kriffin' kidnapped...this guy who won't believe he isn't my son...

[Han takes a shot at a glass window.]

I'm on my own here, I don't want anyone tellin' me what to do. Just like the old days, and I'm lovin' it.

spiderforhire

This is recording, right?

[ Just because she's used slimey tech before doesn't mean she likes it. ]

Whatever. Hi, I guess?

[ You know what sucks the most about being in a new place? No one knew what her fucking name was. Do you know how goddamn hard it is to build a reputation as an interstellar badass? Now she's stuck in a hick town and the obvious smart thing to do is get to know the rest of your fellow kidnappees but wow this is such a raw deal. There's not even anyone in charge she can shoot to express her displeasure. Urge to maim, rising. ]

So I got most of the basics down or whatever. Magical bullshit. Recovering from occupation by big bad evil demon, blah blah. [ Don't care. ] I guess we're on a turtle? That's a thing.

[ She's seen planet-sized reptiles so state-sized ones are no big deal. ]

I'm The Stalk, your newest fellow prisoner. Who else is on here? I reserve the right to block you if you're too boring. There's a block button on this somewhere, right? Someone tell me where the block button is.

backwordscompatible

[A small groan could be heard as the video feed initially turned on. Zatanna looked...slightly frazzled, but otherwise unhurt. If you didn't count the part where she was holding one side of her head in slight pain, as if dealing with a headache or migraine.]

Okay. Three things. Three...I think. Probably.

[Her stage presence had seen better days. She didn't seem to care right then.]

One. I want to go on record as stating this was definitely not me this time. Just so everyone's clear on that much.

Two. I did find the bottles responsible. Hopefully. Four total. Unstable. Long story. But I have them, and they shouldn't be causing any more trouble.

[She hesitated before the next one, giving a slight wince.]

Two--no, wait, I did two already. How many does that make it? Right. Three: ...the effects should wear off soon enough, but if you're still having some trouble come find me.

...preferably in a day or so. I'm going back to bed to sleep this off.

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!))

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.

holbydelboy

Sooooo...

[Fletch is using a console at the Healer's Guild, reclined back in his chair, looking generally thoughtful.]

I've heard from people that there used to be some sort of social gathering with all the Foreigners before the Malicant thing spread and... well, kinda destroyed most of everything. Well...

...Would anyone be interested in helping start that up again? Like, every two weeks have a sort of social night, get local businesses in who are looking to hire, invite the kedan, get everyone sort of mingling... Who knows? It might help. And god knows we all need to socialise a bit more.

[He shifts a bit.]

Now, I don't have much time to organise all this by myself, so I'd like to float the idea to other people, see if I can get some help. Kedan and Foreigner, both would be great, honestly, because then we can arrange stuff for both sides, and, to be honest, if I was just organising it, it would just be pub quizzes.

Oh, we'll also need a place to hold it, so if anyone's got a spare large conference room knocking around, that'd be great.

[He grins.]

So, come on, people. Stop being boring. Let's get out and socialise, eh? What's the harm?

badly_behaved_priest

[Sanzo did not look... pleased to say the least. Hair in disarray, dark bruise blooming on one cheekbone, and dirt on his robes suggesting he might of fallen on the way to whatever console he sat at. The heavy breathing and sweat gave anyone viewing a decent guess as to how. More striking was how...on edge he was. Scared even? He was doing his best to hide it if he was, but there was a clear nervousness about him. He glanced back before he said anything, shoulders jumping like someone just out of view had said something.]

That earthquake- whatever you call it- a few minutes ago. Half an hour ago, I don't know. Not long ago.

[It was late evening at the earliest, what light there was outside fading fast. Despite his appearance and heavy breathing, Sanzo's voice was fairly even. Not that he sounded happy.]

I found that child, that something with the wide eyes and the thing with fucking up the power wherever it's at. Several times. It didn't do shit for some eight or nine times.

[He's either avoiding looking at the console or keeping an eye out for something. He looks to either side often.]

I managed to bind the thing. Screamed like hell and- pulled me somewhere, I think it had a hold on me more than the other way around. It was dark, I couldn't move or breathe. It was so fucking dark.

[Another look over his shoulder, gaze sharp, what could be seen of him, tense. His breathing was only barely easing, maybe it wasn't the run alone making it so ragged...]

There were lights still, small and distant. They were all people, I don't know how many. I could see the shapes of people in the lights and I was lit up too. You think you find the weirdest shit here and then- It made some sort of sound, or looked like it was, I haven't heard anything like it and- fuck- I don't know how to explain how that felt. Like it was trying to tear at me, but not physical or mental.

[Alarm flashed across his expression all of the sudden and he glanced down at a string of red beads around his left wrist, the soul gem it held hidden from view of the camera. He wiped a streak of sweat and dirt above the red dot on his forehead, seemingly relieved. Momentarily.]

With these soul gems in mind... Is there anything here that could attack someone's soul directly? Anyone have any idea what that creature was? It held me for seconds at most, it felt like a lot longer. A lot longer.

[Sanzo looked for a moment like he might cut the feed and leave but he suddenly stopped and glanced to the side with a barely audible "He's going to kill me."]

sexysunglassess

[ video ]

Look, no one wants to listen to someone saying "bring me back home or I'll kill someone"---though, I really might kill someone if I don't get to go back home and finish what I was killing---[ that would be Katsuragi-san/Landkarte ] so I'll skip that bit and move on to the important parts. And I've heard time is frozen in our worlds or something while we're here but that's besides the point. You don't need to tell me about it, anyway. I won't listen, anyway, because hearing the same things over and over again is soooo boooring.

Now! The important question is this. Which shops has the best candy and the best pastries?

[ He clearly has his priorities set straight. ]

Oh and! If there are any members of the Black Hawks from Barsburg here then please report it to me~ My name's Hyuuga, by the way~

(( ooc: takes place after this. ))

Tu Shanshu

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