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[Noah turns on the video feed, looking sort of like he has a joke he can't wait to tell.]

Hey, what day is it?

[It's simple data collection. He wants to know how many people here have seen the seminal film of his generation.

But behind the smile on his face, there's a slighter edge of hesitance, and after a few moments he leans in a little closer to the camera.]


Um, and for anyone who knew her, Blue Sargent went home over the weekend. I don't know if she'll come back or whatever, but... yeah.

[Daily wisdom: when you're trying not to cry on the network, start with a meme.]

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Sep. 19th, 2016 02:50 pm
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[personal profile] aberth
Richard Gansey, Ronan Lynch, and Henry Cheng have all been sent home. They've been gone a few days.

If there's anything outstanding from either of them that you need help with, let one of the rest of us know and we'll do our best to work it out.


[ Everything's fine, everything's fine. Someone needed to do this though, and if Adam's brusque business like statement is a little off well, just don't bring it up. ]
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[Superman looks honestly just....

Tired. He reaches to rub the bridge of his nose before he speaks, wondering how to even put it into words. Oh, he knows what he wants to say, knows what he wants to do. But it would be unfair to out someone without giving them a chance to work things out in this place, to become a better person.

Except, last time he tried that it ended up with him kidnapped in Crane’s basement.]


If someone from your world appeared here, someone who you knew was capable of really awful things… would you warn people?

Or would you give them a chance to be different in this place?
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[personal profile] devoutish
[There's the sound of fumbling and a little bit of unintelligible muttering before any real words are spoken - the communicator isn't hard to figure out, but it still takes some practice to get the hang of.]

-- this button here, and then-- oh, there we go. Have I got it? Hello.

[Alfie's voice is deep and rumbly, and very Cockney. He switches on the video next. It's zoomed in too close on him to give any real clues to his surroundings - there's just the back of a couch and a blank wall visible behind him - but his clothes are clearly old-fashioned.]

Fucking fantastic, these things. Looking at your little images on the screen, it's like you're really there. Yeah, wonderful picture quality. I'm very impressed. But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, should I - bigger and bolder seems like something of a trend here. I discovered one of your supermarkets earlier this morning. Fucking hell, the size of that place. Entire aisles set aside for nothing but ketchup; for ice cream. Hats off to the future, eh?

[And since he's actually wearing a top hat, he goes ahead and tips it.

But despite his conversational tone, his eyes are deadly serious. He narrows them a little, as he peers closer at the screen. He seems calm and affable, sure - but if you look behind that front, it's clear that he is very much not happy with how his day is going.]


Right. How many people am I speaking to, right now? Is it just those who've been brought here like me, or do I also have the pleasure of the army's company?

[Because he would like to have words.]

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Aug. 20th, 2016 04:35 pm
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[personal profile] lunaraneae
[There's a shot of the sky, the edge of a building, then Silk's foot. Finally, she turns the camera on herself, scratching at her cheek under her trademark red scarf.]

Okay, so I know it's just a knock-off, and the little monsters don't look the same at all, plus the names are kind of dumb but... I'm addicted. I don't even have the excuse of nostalgia since I'm from another universe! It still just... feels the same.

Maybe I already bought some of the stuffed toys.

Anyways, what I'm trying to ask is, is anyone else playing MonMon Walk? You'd better be on the zappy team.

...Also, if the devs see this, please make it so I can hatch eggs while I'm swinging. Please?

[There's a long pause, before Silk gives an awkward wave and shoots out a webline, the video cutting out just as she steps off the building.]
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[personal profile] mischiefsmith
[As the feed begins, you, the ever committed viewer are presented with the image of a young man reclining on a couch that he’s presently appropriated for himself. To the more studious observer this young man has some little tells that just may give way who he is. The green eyes, the dark hair, better still is all of the green and gold armor, or maybe it’s the horned headgear…or perhaps you’ve met him in another life?

And for those who haven’t had the catastrophic pleasure, the day is still very young.

For his part, the young man appears to be more amused than hindered by his current predicament, or maybe he’s just really good at hiding it.]


It took me a little while to figure out what really bothers me about this realm, I paced my lovely new quarters, home to my lovely new housemates, [wiggles his fingers at the camera, if you’re out there lovely housemates “hello”] for a full hour before it hit me suddenly!

[His eyes go wide and bright for a moment.]

It isn’t the downsizing of my power, although that is really, really inconvenient and it makes me feel very sad on the inside. [Do you see his sad face, his terrible pout, it’s an awful pout.]

It isn’t the fact that I miss The All-Mother dogging my every waking moment, because I really do not. There is only so many times that the head of one’s mother can make an appearance in the punch bowl before one throws their hands in the air and declares themselves done. I lose more neighbors that way.

[What the Hel is he going on about?]

It is possible that I do miss my brother a bit, just a bit, but shush, that’s a secret. [Not so big a secret apparently.] That’s not what’s bothering me either, can you imagine? What’s bothering me is this: who comes up with all of these super hero and super villain names? I read comic books, I know generic when it cold-cocks me. Why, just the other day I was blindsided by a heavy-handed, well-meaning doer of good, upholder of lofty justice, and I can still hear the ringing in my ears!

[Now we’re at the heart of it, the meat and potatoes, the problem to end all problems. You'll have to forgive his wild tangents, he does that sometimes.]

What’s the secret? Is there a committee of seventy-three specific people involved? Do the unwashed masses come together and vote? Or, by Odin’s empty eye socket, do you unfortunate souls choose these names yourself?

[These are serious life-altering questions here, that require your serious, consideration! And, of course, someone needs to shut him up or he will go on like this all day.]

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Aug. 10th, 2016 02:29 pm
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[personal profile] fuckinstoplights
Do all names have meaning?

I thought they were only sounds. Things you knew to answer to. I was wrong.



What meanings are there? To... anyone who reads this?




[He really could have phrased it better, but "what does your name mean" sounds too informal for his liking, so there you go.]
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[personal profile] unguibusetrostro
[This is a view from the bottom of a very tall hill - a small mountain, if you will - that is also very steep and has a small cart at the top. Standing next to the cart is Adam Parrish. He looks doubtful.]

This is for posterity, Parrish. In case we die.

[Running a hand over his face, Adam’s faint voice can be heard in all it’s horrifically accented glory.]

I should never have let you watch those Jackass reruns. It’s not the nineties anymore.

[Ronan makes a noise.]

Don’t pussy out on me now-

[Ronan sets the camera down and gets in the shot; the angle such as it can catch the entire length of the hill. He heads up, and there is a moment of bickering at the top that the camera doesn’t catch because that’s how far up they are. The bickering is good natured for all that - they’re not really fighting. They’re just arguing for the joy of arguing. Chainsaw is sitting at the front of the cart and she occasionally contributes her opinions in the form of cawing.

And then Adam scowls, gets in the cart, and Ronan gets in behind him. Apparently, Lynches celebrate birthdays with spectacular feats of stupidly racing down things, because Ronan pushes them. They’re both screaming after a moment, and Chainsaw opens her wings and flies away before they crash at the bottom.

Now they’re right in distance for the camera to catch them, a pile of boys at the bottom of the hill, with Ronan making a noise that’s laughing and Adam-

Adam Parrish, resident misanthropist, who has never been seen really smiling on the network (or anywhere the public can see) is smiling too, and pushing at Ronan.]


That was really fuckin’ stupid. [He’s still grinning though, far too fond as he untangles himself and moves to check out the pretty wicked scrape now on his arm. It’s then that he catches sight of their recording, moving to pick it up and hand it back to its owner when he gets a look at it properly.] Did you press something different?.

What? [He looks up. Ronan Lynch, who has never posted to the Network, didn’t realize that the red button for record and the green button for stream were different things. This is what you get when you hate phones. He gets up, and rolls his eyes, and switches it off.]
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[personal profile] divaricate
[Hi, everyone. Have a view focused on a tray of fresh, hot pastries.]

While I was making these, I had a thought. Everybody here has obviously originally come from all sorts of different times and places, which makes for a lot of interesting conversations. Despite being someone who enjoys cooking and baking, I've never really asked about differences in food. So, if you feel like sharing the information, tell about your favorite dishes from your original universes. I'm curious.

[And then the view of the camera focuses on Wanda's face.]

Those things that you just saw are called kiflice. They're sweet pastries, and some of my favorite things to make and eat. I've filled some with hazelnut spread and the others with plum jam; you can fill them with anything you want, really, but those are my two favorite fillings for them.
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[personal profile] pillz
[the teenager in the video is wearing a green beanie. it must be new because there's still a price tag poking out behind his left ear. he beams at the camera with the slightly choreographed but earnest good nature of a closet introvert on his first day of school.

his eyes are slightly small, a telltale sign for those who fraternitize with potheads.]


Hi! I'm Joe. I guess I must have like, retrograde amnesia or something because I found this folder of brochures and stuff about a Porter and superheroes and nanomachines and whatever but I don't remember any of it from before? Anyway I just have a couple questions.

Number one. My neighbor is eleven and he told me their classroom pet just died, and I told the school I'm going to get them new ones. Then I started to think about, you know, the ethics of making animals that don't need to eat or poo. I mean, I'm not super religious, Darwinism seems kinda accurate, and even though I'm a vegan but I get that cows were just way too small for the industry before we had breeds. Mankind has been messing around with genetics for a long time. But it seems like a slippery slope, right? When does messing with life itself turn into like-- the crippling hubris that comes with the presumption of human convenience? Will Mother Nature fight back? Does the balance correct itself? You know? And is it important for eleven-year-olds to learn about cleaning poop? And if someone like, hypothetically... [he pauses with the subtlety of a bsod.] got a bird that doesn't eat or poopoo, and they decided it was unethical to give it to fifth graders, what should he do with it? And before anyone asks, it has a butthole and a mouth hole.

Okay. [he sucks in air as if he'd started to run out partway through that ramble (probably).] Okay. My other question is, does anyone else want to do a juice cleanse? Because I guess I was doing some kind of messed up diet. I lost twenty pounds and had like three hundred pills in my cabinet, but I feel super bloated and gross. Right now, I'm seriously even willing to consider wheatgrass or cod oil even though I usually can't stand the taste of fishy burps. And, you know, vegan. I could use a diet buddy. Or a group. I'm into groups. But not yoga or weights or meditation.

Hiking, I love hiking. And four-wheeling. If anyone sees an olive colored ATV with a 1984 sticker around, that's mine.

Okay get back to me. Later! [he waves enthusiastically at the camera, then hangs up.]
admemoriam: (don't need no halloween)
[personal profile] admemoriam
[The video comes on, just a bit crooked, to show a scrawny teenager sitting in tall grass. He gives the camera a business-like nod, and then holds up a piece of paper, covered in blocky, red writing, to the lens.]

This is my bucket list.

[Self-explanatory, from the title.]

Who can help me with any of it? [He tilts it back to scan the list again.] Like, I'm pretty sure fireworks will be pretty easy, but I don't really know where to find a red panda. [A little nose wrinkle.] ... Or a volcano.

[That's it. That's the broadcast. He gives the camera a boyish smile and a thumbs up.]
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[personal profile] quaerit
[ Here is Gansey, looking a little strange. He’s wearing a navy-blue sweater emblazoned with a raven – an Aglionby school sweater, over what appears to be ordinary clothes. His shoulders and hair are damp, like he’s been rained on, and he looks strangely pale. Despite that, he’s displaying a welcoming smile, and his hazel eyes are bright and vital with some emotion he’s holding back. ]

Apparently, I vanished yesterday.

I say apparently because it feels more like several weeks ago, but according to this – [ he holds up one of De Chima’s daily newspapers – a tabloid, headlined with speculation about the upcoming import elections ] – it’s only been a day.

A lot can happen in a day. Sometimes things that give you perspective.

Can I ask – the school year is almost over. Some of you will be graduating. I will. Which is odd, because I was here for eight months, and then I went home and it was Fall again, and Senior year was just beginning. I’m not completely sure what age I am now. I turned eighteen a couple of months ago.

[ Which, he actually never mentioned. It had seemed like there were more important things to be getting along with, and the thought of getting older in the wrong world had annoyed Gansey anyway. He’d kept quiet. Now, if he could do that over again, he thinks he’d celebrate it more – even though he’s only mentioning it now because it’s relevant to this. ]

Then I go home, and I’m seventeen again, so now I don’t even know what counts. Graduation will, though, I know that much.

So: to everyone else who’s graduating. Or even if you’re not, even if it’s just that you see change coming for you. What are your plans? Will you work, will you travel? What would you like to do, ideally? I think I’m ready for it to be summer again.

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Jun. 6th, 2016 12:26 pm
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[First things first. Alberto Reyes is new here, and though he's gotten his happy reunion with his family and all that, he still has a lot of questions about the new world he's been unceremoniously dropped into. He's far from a stranger to all of this superhero stuff, seeing as he's from a world full of them himself, but alternate realities? All of this Cold War business? That's definitely news to him.

But he's got another pressing concern right now-- one that he should probably deal with sooner rather than later. So howdy, Heropa (and all other associated locales), howyadoin': have a very perplexed man in his late 30's, dark eyes squinting quizzically into the camera.
]

Hello, everyone. I wasn't sure of where to ask this, so I thought I'd try the network. I was told that I was assigned to become a 'blogger'.

[A beat. Berto blinks.]

...What, exactly, is a blog?

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Jun. 5th, 2016 02:34 pm
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[personal profile] shifting
[ Sam is wearing one hell of a grin as he makes sure his video is steady. He backs up, and in view behind him is a small pick-up truck with a high cap over the bed. It may have once been powder-blue, but those days are clearly well behind it.

But hey, it has tires. Honest to god tires.
]

It was hard enough findin' one that doesn't hover, but throw stick-shift in the mix and you'd think I was askin' to buy the first printing press. [ his grin widens. ] Hell, I feel like a hunter showin' off a trophy.

But bein' able to avoid public transportation? Or just go campin'? That's priceless.

She's gonna need a name though, for good luck. [ Sam levels a playfully serious look on the camera. ] Can't go drivin' a cursed truck. So, any suggestions?
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how long have you been here? do you feel that you've changed at all, during your extended stay?

how do you handle it?


[ Klarion usually avoids text if he can help it, but this has been bugging him for a while now. Text lets him ask the question anonymously, without any vocal inflections, emotions, or facial expressions to get in the way.

... his speech patterns and painfully slow texting speed might give him away eventually, but for now, he's totally anonymous! ]

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May. 29th, 2016 02:10 pm
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[When the camera turns on, Sabriel's slumped in a chair at her home, looking dirty, disheveled, and utterly exhausted. Her skin is deathly white, and dark shadows are visible under her eyes. Back in her world she'd pushed through it because she had to, because stopping would mean her death. Now, it's harder to hold off the exhaustion and the grief- she's holding herself together through willpower and not much else.]

Everyone and everything has a time to die. [Sabriel seems to be half-reciting, half thinking aloud. Sabriel pauses, and finds herself struggling to speak, because suddenly her throat feels very dry.]

My father is dead. I'm Abhorsen. [She can feel her throat tighten, but she keeps talking. She has to keep her mind off her exhaustion and her grief for a little bit longer.

She's tired, and sad, and she just wants to sleep.]


Major-General, I'm sorry, but I'll need a leave of absence for a few days.

[And then, with a final sigh, Sabriel leans forward and turns off the feed.]
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[personal profile] dreamkid
[ The video starts with a blurry shot of grass and Matthew, speaking from behind the camera, in the middle of a sentence. There's also shouting in the background, laughter--the event being (rather inexpertly) filmed is a party involving five teenage boys, cake, and a giant slip-n-slide. ]

--got it, I got it!

[ The feed shakes as he tries to get the camera pointed where he wants it, revealing a number of the people involved. Here's a glimpse of a rather smudgy boy, eating a piece of cake with something like reverence on his face. There's Adam Parrish, cupping his hands around his mouth and hollering-- ]

Gansey, take off the damn sunglasses!

[ And then the camera fixes on the ridiculously long slip-n-slide itself, and coming down it right now? Yes, that is Richard Campbell Gansey III. That is Richard Campbell Gansey III wearing swim trunks and rocketing down the slip-n-slide from hell (more accurately, the slip-n-slide of dreams), and he's smiling like a king and somehow manages to make this look almost dignified. Though he did, in fact, fail to remove his sunglasses first; think of that what you will.

This is raven boys having fun. Matthew gives a shout of delighted laughter, and Chainsaw chimes in from offscreen but close by with a loud kerah!, which snags Matthew's attention.

The camera turns when he does and someone else comes into view--shaved head, tattoo clawing up the back of his neck, fierce-eyed raven on his shoulder. But this is Ronan Lynch as rarely ever seen--relaxed, unguarded, all posturing abandoned because who needs posturing to throw their little brother a birthday party?

Matthew sounds very excited. ]


Hey, hey, Ronan, I just realized. Since I'm old enough now, do I get to drive the Camaro?

It's up to Gansey, shitheel. If he's okay with it, I don't care.

[ "Shitheel" is in fact a term of affection, and you can tell because the easy smile on Ronan's face is one reserved for very, very few people. ]

Yes, I'll ask him if-- Huh? Oh.

[ Matthew laughs again, this time at himself, and the video shakes again as he pulls his communicator closer to his nose. ]

I must've hit the wrong button. I think everyone can see this.

[ Ronan's expression changes abruptly and his shoulders square up, because being video broadcast to a shit-ton of strangers absolutely does require posturing. ]

Matthew--

No, no, I got it. I'm just gonna-- Sorry, guys!

[ That's an apology to you, imPorts. Matthew's laughing again when he shuts off the feed. ]

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May. 6th, 2016 07:05 pm
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[personal profile] fullofrage
Can you get filters on this thing? This'd look way better with some filters. Uh, anyways...

[He clears his throat. He's sitting on a leather chair, wearing a black-and-red shirt with a neckline so low he might as well not be wearing a shirt at all.]

Hey. I'm Tristan. I'm new around here and I've been put somewhat in-charge of this awesome nightclub. Emphasis on 'night'. Not gonna brag, but it's pretty awesome. I was a model back home, you know, I know what's in and this place is in.

If you enjoy great music and great drinks - especially if you're a little bloodthristy, if you know what I mean - you should come and check it out.

[He leans in closer to the camera and smiles.]

And as a bonus, I'll be there. Hope to see you.

[And in his enthusiasm about being given the slightest bit of authority (he was just the assistant manager, thank god or the place would've burned down already), he's forgotten to actually include the name of the club or the location of it in his little ad.

Whoops.]

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