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[Faint pop music plays from just off camera, and a young woman with pale skin and platinum blond hair lounges on a lawn chair somewhere with a copy of As I Lay Dying on her lap (har har), soaking up the sun and chewing on a piece of gum. With her complexion, the rays seem desperately needed but should leave her at quite the risk for sunburn if she's not careful! In any case, right now she's clearly not thinking about that, as she is quite busy adjusting the angle of the camera sitting next to her, even going so far as to lift her sunglasses onto the top of her head to get a better look and make sure everything is perfect.

Once she's satisfied, she smiles, nods, and blows a big, pink bubble that pops quite loudly.]

Pop quiz, everybody. Karen DeSonne here, your intrepid undead girl reporter.

Oh, wait. Reporters don't... give pop quizzes, do they? [She taps her chin thoughtfully.] Intrepid undead substitute teacher? Sure, let's go... with that.

I've heard a lot of talk about powers and heroes and nano-something-or-others since I got here, but other than how we're a problem... this world would be blessed to be rid of or something like that, not a lot about monsters. Creepies. Crawlies. Spooky, scary... skeletons. Can I get a head... count on how many of you out there are the things that go bump in the night? Maybe we can start a club. Also, those of you who'd rather kill a zombie than buy her a caffè Americano and a white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookie, you can chime in too. Then we'll both know exactly who to keep... our distance from, won't we?

[The sunglasses are slid back down over her eyes, and Karen leans back into prime sunning position. Then, almost as an afterthought:]

Bonus question, before class is dismissed. Any idea what this place needs our type around for? They say when there's no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth. So what does... that say about an... Earth that's desperate to have us?
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[Once Tina had had everything explained to her, she intended to do... something. Maybe not give a great big speech, but at least say hello, meet the people she'd be living and working with. However, the stage fright kicks in and all that comes out of her mouth is an uncertain groaning noise.]


[She shuts up then, and switches to text.]

sorry, I get horrible stage fright sometimes. i guess here it's even worse because I wouldn't think of myself as being superhero material. especially when my powers are

that I can cook really well and pass through things?

And I have a job at a jeans factory, which doesn't fit with either of those. am I at least in good company?

oh, my name's Tina :)

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Apr. 30th, 2017 10:26 pm
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( This has been on her mind for a while; the viewer can tell. Anyone who has met or known Kara Danvers will know that she's more prone to smiling than frowning. But she is, teeth sinking into her lower lip, that telltale crinkle between her furrowed brows as she looks up, regarding her audience solemnly. )

So I... I uh. Said and did some pretty awful things during that dream world. Thing.

( Shaking her head, she glances away. )

And I need to apologize for that, to all of you. That was way out of line. I'm not sure how or if I can make it up to those of you I've hurt or been rude to, but I'd like to try.

( With baby steps. Looking back at the camera, her features ease, and she rubs the bridge of her nose. )

Does anybody want ice cream? My treat. I'll start with that.


Mar. 6th, 2017 03:07 am
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I can't believe this! Audio and video in one small device! This is so much better than our radios back home!

[ This kid is definitely excited over his new toy; it makes his Nicaraguan accent a little more pronounced. He's chipper despite the rough shape his face is in. Looks like someone clocked him across the forehead real good. ]

So this really is America? I have always wanted to come to the country where the infamous Big Foot lives! [ He looks around the sunny neighborhoods of Heropa. ] You know, it's a lot warmer than I imagined... Humid, too. Not as hot as Costa Rica, though. But you don't even have a rain forest! Where does it all come from?
disguarded: (The gift of pretty poses.)
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[The feed cuts on to a shot of a woman with a very impassive expression sitting at a table... in a park maybe? She's somewhere outside at least, drawing in some sort of sketchpad, and by all appearances might not even know the camera is actually recording her. That is, until she speaks up after several long seconds of silence, eyes still locked on the page in front of her.]

Sorry for the interruption, everyone, but I'm curious about something, and I hope you have a second to answer.

In your time here, have you made many friendships or alliances, even knowing that they'll all be ending soon and forgotten? If so, why? And why do you think it's so common to do this? What motivates people to keep trying?

[She finally stops her sketching and looks over to the camera, holding up her pencil in front of her.]

Also, do you know where I can find better supplies for things like this? I usually just take what I can get, but if quality is an option...
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[ The video starts off jittery, as per the usual with Breeze, because she's holding her comm up as she jogs home. She looks casual and at ease with herself, and her tone of voice is casual, as well. Maybe deceptively casual. ]

Hey, so is Valentine's Day a thing where you're from? What kinds of stuff do you do?

[ The feed jumps, and Breeze is sitting on the front steps of her house, sipping at a water bottle and looking more pensive than she had been seconds before. This second clip is locked from Sophie Foster. ]

Also, like, if you had something big that you should probably tell someone, and it might come up eventually on its own, but it might not, would you tell them? Or would you just keep it to yourself? 'Cause if you told them, they might feel weird around you, and it might not ever come up anyway.
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Hello, imPorts.

[It's quiet in the background - only the low murmur of a television news broadcast can be heard.]

That was a mess, wasn't it. A fucking mess. I wouldn't be surprised if the aftermath of all this impacted the imPort cities for months, especially with those criminals running loose.

[He clicks his tongue, tsk tsk.]

But did you know, my synagogue has already organized a fundraiser for the hospital here in Maurtia Falls? Yeah, can you believe it? They had the operation all set up and running not twelve hours after the power came back on, and from what I hear, they weren't alone. It's almost as if they're used to this sort of disastrous thing happening. But, well, what would I know, right; I've only been here a few months.

[This is bullshit; he's done extensive backreading, and knows how common imPort-related crises - either those caused by imPorts, or those done in reaction to imPorts - are.]

And now it's over and done with, and I suspect that no one's gonna dwell. But I have to wonder - did anyone look to the stars?

[Seriously, what had that message been about? It was weird.]


Dec. 22nd, 2016 05:22 pm
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[ Here be one (1) Sophie Foster surrounded by the remnants of many spare pieces of wrapping paper. Candy canes and Jack Frosts and pine trees decorate this colorful mess all around her, but for once the girl looks fairly refreshed. Happy, even. Talk about needing some time out for the absolute drama that is home, right? ]

Hey, so.

[ Sophie dutifully pushes away the extra paper, trying to put some other to the table she's at as well as to her ideas. ]

It just hit me that back home, elves don't really celebrate Christmas. They have... well, other stuff to think about, but not this. I hadn't really thought about it before, because usually too much stuff was going on for me to stop to consider it, but the current mood made me think.

[ There's also the fact she's in no position to think about festivities back home, what with being labeled a terrorist and on a run to save a bunch of gnomes from being poisoned to death, among other stuff. The relative peace of this world keeps striking her as unrealistic. ]

Do you guys celebrate Christmas? Or maybe you call it something else, I don't know. Or maybe you've been wondering all this month just what the hell is wrong with everyone else? I'd like to know, and also if you're planning to celebrate it or what-not.
devoutish: (like booze ever killed anyone)
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Yeah. This Christmas thing. It's just fucking over the top, innit? You do know we're barely into December? You need to calm down, all of you.

[Alfie's tone is chiding, but in a light and teasing way that isn't really meant to be taken as a serious condemnation - he's actually been in an okay mood these past couple of weeks. This is just one more car on the culture shock train. The Christmas celebrations and decorations that he's is used to seeing at home are much more subdued, and definitely don't start this early in the season.]

Is this an American custom, or a twenty-first century custom? If I were to pay a visit across the ocean, would the Europeans be kicking up this much of a fuss? Fucking hell.
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( ooc: this is forward dated until about mid-next week/very beginning of December, and set post-Sarissa's murder and revival, latter log/some info here. obviously there's room for some dark content to come up here, do let me know if there's any topics you'd rather steer clear of :]b )

Hey, deadbodies.
Seems like being dead on arrival has gone mainstream here. Maybe those of us what had a pulse when we turned up'll become the new in thing with the hipster crowd. The corpse shuffle was cool before it was everywhere.

Right now I'm more interested in the people that died here. All the frankenwankers are welcome to reply, of course. God forbid I oppress the dead. I'd say "talk about kicking someone while they're down," but I guess the technical inaccuracy there is what this is all about.

cut for tldr, melodramatics and morbid death talk. )
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[The feed clicks on, and the voice that follows is astoundingly cheery in comparison to the subject matter.]

So. How would you go about celebrating a birthday and a deathday at the same time, without involving cake or alcohol?

[A beat.]

Asking for a friend.


Nov. 11th, 2016 02:44 pm
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Those of you from an alternate Earth, what similarities or differences have you noticed between this world and yours? Specifically, I'm looking to pinpoint where a great deal of our common ground lies, and if there's a trend where most timelines appear to diverge. Discussion encouraged.

As well, if there are any research institutions with room for a theoretical physicist and biologist interested in solving the mysteries of this world, please do get in touch.


Nov. 8th, 2016 12:47 pm
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So, I'm back.

[ Sophie sounds tired. Like positively destroyed, physically and emotionally. Things have been rough and she's been going on with minimal sleep, but because things had been happening so quickly back home she hadn't had the time to actually feel as beaten as she feels at the moment. And she even waited until after she took a nap to post this, but still.

There's a heavy sigh and some rustling; Sophie's basically plopped on her bed as she records this, half her brain still off and trying to convince the other half there's nothing wrong with shutting down and staying like that for the rest of the week. It's quite tempting.

I don't even know if anyone remembers me. Sophie Foster? Anyway... hey, how are you doing, what did I miss.

[ Whatever she says next is warped on a long, deep yawn before she ends the post. ]
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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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1) everybody sux. everybody leaves. take it from me

2) why is everybody obsessed with the 90s… the 90s werent that great. why can't we give the 2000s some love? who was the best 2000s band: GOOD CHARLOTTE, NEW FOUND GLORY, or BOWLING FOR SOUP???

Video ▲ 1

Sep. 8th, 2016 01:22 am
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[personal profile] schwanengesang
[ The feed starts with a very prim and proper looking person, hair neatly arranged into a perfect bob cut and very well-dressed. Whoever this was, she probably practiced this several times before actually sending the video. It had to be calculated, every word, every movement, had a specific reason. Mostly distant, but approachable enough to gain people's trust. ]

Hello, my name is Rachel Duncan. it's good to make your acquaintan-[ So far her speech was steady, rehearsed, but there was a stutter she couldn't control. She cleared her throat, trying to sell it as anything but a stutter. ] fellow ImPorts. [ Have a very dry smile, it was polite, but had no feeling behind it. Otherwise, she kept herself very still, hand folded neatly on her lap, having strategically placed her other hand against something to steady the recording. Wouldn't want her tremor to show in front of these complete strangers. It was a sign of weakness, not exactly the image she wanted for herself here. who knows who's out there, or if any of this wasn't just some elaborate test. Either way, she wouldn't let herself falter. ] I hope we can continue to work together.

I'd like to get know you, to further our connections. So, what are some good spots here? [ Maybe a club tied to Neolution will show up? She can hope. ] Have you gotten accustomed to your new found superpowers?

[ Forced friendliness is kind of cringe worthy, but she's such a good actress you would have to be very good at reading people to pick it up. ]
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[personal profile] pejoratives
( Brace yourselves, imports - possibly literally. Whatever volume the device was on somehow seems too loud with the energetic blast of an aggressively catchy opening credits tune and is soon accompanied by a Dramatic Voiceover. You know the type of voice - mysteriously gravelly and somehow sounding just too intense. )


( Ah, yes, a shot of a Manly Form against the skyline, silhouetted by the sunlight, and with a shotgun against his shoulder. )


( Fade to black, but only for a moment.
Behold, gentle viewers, the face of purest suffering. At the very least it is a look of intense suffering, because Rosita has taken several weeks of being intensely aggravated by producers and reminding herself that she needs the money to help Carl and Daryl and Andrea and Enid and keep them all safe to try, and allowed herself to be trained into looking slightly more cooperative. )

Hi. I’m ImPort Rosita Espinosa, and I’m here to bring romance back from the dead. ZomBae will be hitting your screens in just a few weeks, a fresh new show combining the trials of finding love with surviving the apocalypse.

( Okay, no. She still sounds like she hates this, and she still does, but it’s been turned into a marketing #aesthetic. Have you ever heard a tone more flat? Isn’t it great how aloof she is? )

( Yeah, sure. But wait! Who’s this handsome devil? There is a new person on screen, and that person would be one Gabriel Grey. He looks as if he is enjoying this about as much as Rosita is when he speaks. )

My name is Gabriel, [ he may be reading off some cue cards, focus intent an inch left of the camera, maintaining his own deadpan #aesthetic ], I'm 30, and I come from New York City. I would call myself resourceful and hardworking, which would work to my advantage in the wake of some kind of world-ending disaster like the zombie apocalypse and also [ he is definitely reading off cue cards ] love.

( Back to Rosita, and she is resting an axe against her shoulder as she talks, rubbing her forehead for a brief moment before she forces herself to go on. Flat as Hell: ) But we need your help to find Gabriel his perfect partner in survival, and in life.

( And now, a montage:
Gabriel and Rosita fight zombies. Gabriel and Rosita scan the terrain with binoculars. Gabriel and Rosita fortify a room and Prepare For Battle. Gabriel and Rosita ride some horses on a beach only for the camera to pan back and show some extras dressed as zombies shambling after them, and then!!! The final shot: Gabriel picks up a SINGLE PERFECT ROSE (sigh) from amidst the mud and carnage… and stares into the sunset. It’s very wistful. (It’s not very wistful at all.)

( All in all, it’s as terrible as it sounds. )

( Now, enough of that montage; back to the present, and their artistically messy hair. Rosita looks to Gabriel, and her expression very much is along the lines of please, let this be the end, let me die, before her jaw flexes and she forces out the last bit with a smile. )

If you think you have what it takes to be a Zombae, or you know someone who does, then let us know by leaving a comment.

( ooc: Green is Rosita, red is Gabriel, and comments will be coming from both of them. )


Aug. 9th, 2016 03:56 pm
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[Oh good, it’s Mabel Pines. This bodes well! What doesn’t bode well is that she’s outside the mess that is Heropa 18, wearing a sweet helmet and with two piles of junk sitting on the front lawn visible in the frame. Piles of junk that might, in a galaxy long ago and far away, be a “pod racer.” Except these definitely have more rockets attached to the sides. Like, an excessive amount of rockets.]

Hey guys! Mabel Pines here-- oh and Dipper! [Who waves distractedly at the camera as he puts the finishing touches on his racer.] We just wanted to remind everybody to save the date. The date being August 31st! ‘Cause it’s our birthday and it’s gonna be a celebonanzapalooza to be remembered. We’ll be celebrating being fourteen-- totally seasoned teenagers!-- in major style. And all of you are invited!

[In the background, the pod racers gently lift off the ground. There's a faint humming noise and a weird glow. This actually looks like it might work?? Dipper gives Mabel a thumbs up and adjusts his helmet, only for one of the racers to make an alarming pinging sound and suddenly list to one side. He smacks something and everything straightens out.]

We really do mean all, even you new people! Every imPort’s a friend of the Pines family, except for that one guy and he knows who he is. Come by, say hi, get cake! Bring presents.

[Dipper nods at Mabel, and the twins snap on some sweet goggles in synch. Several pigs with fire extinguishers in their mouths stand at attention. Mabel makes to turn off the camera before she remembers--]

--and if you’re in Heropa we’re sorry about the noise!

[Mabel gives a jaunty wave and the camera turns off as they hop in their racers. The people of Heropa will get treated to some alarming drag racing noises and some minor explosions in the next few minutes. Everyone else-- hey, you’re invited to a party! If the kids are still alive to host it!]


Aug. 7th, 2016 06:27 pm
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[ Have you ever wanted to see someone take apart a hoverbike? Well today's your lucky day. Holtzmann has set up an impromptu lab in Heropa #10 - and scattered junk absolutely everywhere in one of the downstairs common rooms, sorry roomies - and turned on the camera almost absent-mindedly, having remembered that she wanted to post to the network only after she's elbow-deep in this hover clutch. ]

So I had a question. [ She says, pulling out a friction disk and tossing it over one shoulder. A polymer d-ring follows suit a moment. ] Ghosts. Anybody seen 'em around? Had problems with 'em? I heard about this continuum stuff but nothing about the afterlife.

[ A few more discarded parts later, she decides it's time to take the more direct route. Namely going after the hover mechanism innards with an acetylene torch. Works pretty great ... until she lights the curtain behind her on fire.

There's another beat as she realizes she's forgotten something. ]

I'm Holtzmann. And I'm a Ghostbuster, so. Yeah. If you've got info, gimme a call.

[ The flames creep up the curtain in the background. ]

(( PERMISSIONS ARE STILL IN PROGRESS but here's the most important one: 4th walling is a-okay as long as you don't talk about the events of the 2016 movie to her face. Everything else Ghostbusters-related is fine. ))
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[ When Rick Grimes was ported out, it was up to Carl to make the call. Out of everyone in the family from their world, Carl lived in this world the longest as well as being, well, Rick Grimes' son. He knows everyone should know about Rick's porting - but Carl was in such a foul mood in the last week or so he didn't even look at the network. And he didn't want to bother in calling every individual who might know Rick - Rick Grimes, despite appearances in the contrary, is a likable person, and he had a better time than Carl to really attach to others, especially as the longer he spent his time here in this world, where no dead roam and the only immediate danger is Russians and uptight supervillains.

But Carl is not the only one who has something to say. Daryl is beside him in this video broadcast. (Carl knows that he made plenty of enemies who would take delight in his exhausted state, but he's beyond caring at this point.) Carl begins. ]

This is for anyone who knew him: Dad's been Ported out. For good this time.

[ Bet some of them are glad, Carl thinks to himself grimly. ]

[[And that's when Daryl steps forward, arms crossed and fingers curled tightly into the armholes of his vest. He was very clearly upset at Rick going missing, face drawn just tight enough and eyes haunted enough, but he looked decently put together otherwise. He's as straight to the point as Carl.]]

Anyone that Rick called family, you know who you are, need you to check in. If you were Rick's family, then you're mine, too. The name's Daryl. Dixon.

He told me about a few of you, just didn't get around to the introducing. So get to it.

[[After all, the only way he could watch out for family was if he knew who the family was.

After a moment, he added:]]

Rosita, Andrea, Enid, if you see this 'fore we get to you, you know the drill. Or you should. Speak up if you got anything to say on the matter.

[[I.e. Rick's gone, that means Daryl's 'in charge' of the group (as much as anyone could be). And he was going to act like it unless someone else wanted to step up for that responsibility.]]

[ And Carl doesn't make any effort to challenge Daryl. He shrugs, and his lone eye strays from the camera, staring into the distance. ]

[ ooc: replies will come from both Daryl and Carl! Although Carl's a sourpuss at the moment so it might be a hit or miss depending on the responding tags. ]


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