Jan. 3rd, 2017 07:18 pm
bindsthedead: (Art-Notice; Almost a smile)
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[Some of you might recognize the unnaturally pale face peering at the screen. It's Sabriel, who has been abruptly moved back into government housing. A surprising number of newspapers and magazines are scattered about. Sabriel's been trying to catch up on what she missed.

There's also a few cardboard boxes that Sabriel hasn't moved up to her room yet.]

Apparently the Porter- or what ever's inside of it- is just as capricious as we thought. And being dragged out of one world and then back into it a few months later is- confusing. At least I don't need to learn how to deal with technology again.

[She hesitates, clearing her throat.]

For those of you I've not met yet, my name is Sabriel, fifty-third Abhorsen of the Old Kingdom. I was first Ported into this world almost two years ago, and it seems I've returned after an absence of a few months.

[Sabriel tries to smile, but doesn't quite succeed. There's something anxious in her expression, and it slips out as her demeanor becomes far less formal, her voice wavering just a little.]

I haven't been gone for too long, but- Kaneda, Magicman, Kagerou, Kid- are any of them still here?

[Then she manages a rather stiff smile, her composure returning.]

While I took some precautions before I was Ported out, I'll need a bit more time to get my affairs back in order. Hopefully that won't be too difficult.

[Sabriel pauses, then says one last thin before she posts the message.]

It's good to be back.


Nov. 7th, 2016 11:07 am
sassguard: (ah HAH)
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[ The feed opens on an unusual sight -- three of the Normandy's crew (former and current) squeezed together to fit in front of the camera. It's a tough fit since none of the space marines are small men, but they manage. Shepard, in the middle, speaks up first. ]

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Shepard. [ He's unusually formal, posture straight and gaze evenly directed at the camera. ] Some of the Normandy’s crew have been Ported out over the last few months, and it's been long enough that we don't think they're coming back. Justicar Samara, Thane Krios, Garrus Vakarian, and Jeff Moreau.

[Jacob leans forward a bit as he puts in his contribution, short and direct.]

Some of you knew those names. Those of you who didn’t, you can trust me when I tell you this place is a hell of a lot worse off without them.

[ Kaidan is squished to the right, just barely in the screen -- Jacob and Shepard take most of the space up, and he isn’t exactly fighting for screen time, but when he pipes up, he leans a little closer toward Shepard to do it. ]

We’ve been pretty lucky so far, haven’t we? Every time someone’s left -- like Shepard -- they’ve come back, so we wanted to give people time, before we actually said something…

That’s nice, fellas, but--

cut for space nerds embarrassing themselves )
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[The feed opens to Betty and Kel in Very Professional button down blouses and office slacks. Kel looking stiffer than normal, which is a feat. There’s a moment of silence, and right before it actually gets awkward, Kel clears her throat and speaks first:]

Hello, some of you might recognize me. I’m Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan, and today I’m speaking as a representative of the Ambassador’s office in De Chima about something we’ve come up with to...-to help the community-[Said as if reading off an internal script]-especially the most vulnerable of us.

[She glances at Betty and the camera moves a bit to focus on the other woman. Betty, considerably more at home in business formal, smiles slightly at the camera.]

Yes, hello, uh, network. My name is Dr. Elizabeth Ross and I've spoken with a number of you about this project in the past. With the Lady Keladry's enthusiasm and support, and the blessing of our elected Ambassadors, it's finally underway.

We would like to formally announce the YimCA - or Young imPorts Child Advocacy.

[She takes a moment to look somewhat embarrassed. Culturally-speaking, this is probably her fault.]

As you know, the Porters sometimes bring in very young imPorts, and while, as a whole, they tend to be exceedingly resourceful and capable children with a wealth of world-experience. You know the kinds of worlds some of us are from--the kids are the same. [Smile twisting a little wry, like she's remembering]. They tend to be tough, but their age still puts them at a disadvantage.

So far, we've been doing pretty well as a community. Our young people tend to find their way to one or more... guardian… figures who'll watch out for them. We're not trying to replace that kind of networking system, but to reinforce it. Sometimes people… sometimes people port out without warning. Or are incapacitated for other reasons. This would be a backup, for both sides of the equation.

[Kel nods and joins back in, leaning forward as she does so.]

Our goal is to provide our younger imPorts with resources they might not know exist, and to make sure they have people to fall back on, if their housemates are ported out again...or they’re assigned someone who they may not feel right living around. [YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE]

To apply to act as a caseworker, we'll need you to be Registered. I’m sorry, but accepting government funding means we need to follow this rule. [Look of embarrassment] You need to have no criminal record and preferably have lived here at least a month.

[Betty's been watching Kel as she speaks, at first with an expression of polite attentiveness, but growing increasingly bemused as the other woman’s shirt strains hard at the seams]

And if you're a younger imPort yourself, you're always welcome to contact us at this number [which appears on the screen]. We’re going to be contacted about new imPorts, but any one of you who already lives here is free to choose if you need our help.

[Kel looks back at Betty and nods, then to the camera:]

Thank you for your time, we hope to hear from you.

[As Kel reaches out to turn off the camera, there is a distinct RIPPING sound from her shoulder]

Sarden fuckin-!


[ooc: Check out this ooc post for more details about signing up!]
performance: (A monument to my father’s repression.)
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[When the video to this particular post turns on, viewers can get a look at one Jaime Reyes and one Dick Grayson. Neither of them look as though they’re particularly devastated - no proud teenaged boy wants to address the crowd as a whole with red eyes - but both are notably somber.

Jaime’s the first to speak, posture held unusually still, though at the edge of the screen, it’s easy to see him fidgeting, picking at the skin at the side of his nails, an absent, insistent movement.]

Hey. Um, we’re here to talk about some port-outs today. If you’ve been here for as long as us - [he glances over at Dick, then back at the camera] - then you’re bound to get to know a few people who get ported out. And these days, it seems like people who’ve been here for a year, maybe two, are starting to get ported out. Maybe we don’t announce every single one of them, but we sure notice them. Over the past couple of months, Tadashi and Hiro got ported out, though Cass covered that one already, and so did Ellie, Minato, Shinji, Akihiko, Traci... I used to think that the longer you stayed here, the more likely it was that you’d stick around, but it looks like a lot of people who’ve been here for a while are gone now. The trends are -- well, that’s another topic. We’re here to say that that’s not all of ‘em, though.

[Dick’s posture is unusually perfect; his hands, folded in his lap, are completely still. He’s composed - too much so, for anyone who’s used to his constant movement.]

Wally went home the other day, too. Just a little over two years here. [He looks as if there’s something more he wants to say about it, but that’s all he manages, for the moment.] I don’t know about you guys, but for me? The worst part about this place is losing people. Knowing we might not see them again, and if we do, they might not remember.

But… even if they don’t, even if you both forget, it’s still important that it happened, right?
[He splays his hands a bit, still folded.] If it hurts that they’re gone, it’s only because what you had together was worth missing.

[It is a rare day that Dick Grayson is more comfortable with naked emotion than Jaime Reyes, but it seems that today’s one of those days. Jaime gives Dick a little smile, though it’s strained around the edges.]

Anyway. What we’re really getting at here, is remembering these people. Not, these people specifically, but the people who used to be here. Or people you used to have at home; we’re not exactly picky. If you got any stories you’d like other people to remember, in case you’re the one who leaves next, we’d like to hear ‘em. [He should probably say something about how important these people are, but -- no, he seems to decide against it. He clears his throat a little.] Thanks for listening.
sassguard: (eye for an eye)
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[ For those familiar with his face, Shepard seems ... younger, somehow. Not by much, but there are fewer lines creasing his forehead and the corners of his eyes. His posture's slightly different, too, shoulders squared and spine straight even as he almost hums with alertness. ]

I'm Commander Shepard. I've been told I've been here before, but apparently I'm missing a few things. I don't recognize most of the faces on this network.

[ His voice is scratchy, hoarse from use -- or lack of it? He's had the time to go through his communicator record -- lucky it wasn't locked -- and what he's seen has mostly added to his growing confusion. Although he conceals it well, the frustration with the inability to understand what's happening grates on him. ]

Am I the only one having issues with memory loss? Is this something that happens a lot here?

01; video

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?

001 | Video

Jun. 5th, 2016 12:37 am
asoothingvoice: ([Annoyed] Sour face.)
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[ A Hispanic woman— olive-brown skin, glossy black hair pulled back into a pony tail—is visible, and looking very clearly unhappy; she's on the verge of anger, really. The area behind her is very clearly in Heropa.]

I would love to know what makes people think it's fine to go around kidnapping people and force them into helping with their own goals, especially when it involves giving them crazy powers and dragging them out of their normal lives. [Especially now that this seems to be a recurring thing for her family.]

I know they say they still have the Cold War going on here, but this? This is absurd. Throwing superpowers at people isn't going to do anything.

[She takes a moment to compose herself. She already got angry with a soldier when she arrived in the first place. Other people in the same position probably don't need it too.]

I'm Bianca Reyes, by the way. Normally, I'm just a nurse, but they can't leave that alone either.
boneitis: (More matter with less art)
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[The most obvious thing, at least for those who know Joker, about this message from him is that he looks different. Not just tired-- though he does look tired-- but actually older by something like a good decade. There's obvious gray shooting through his beard and at his temples, but if there's any more it's hidden under his hat. A scar cuts across his cheek, shallow and faded, but when he turns his head a little it's clear that the bullet that caused it took a chunk out of his ear, too.]

Hey there, party people.

[His voice and tone sound pretty close to the same, though, so it can't be all bad, right? Right?]

So I've got one of those deep, philosophical-like questions for you: if a guy has a massive mental breakdown in the middle of the end of civilization as we know it, does anybody give a fuck?

[Or not. It could actually be all bad.]

Survey says! Probably not. I mean, I guess this whole universe hopping thing could be theoretically possible if my life was the kind of sci-fi B movie that didn't have a downer ending-- who writes this shit, am I right?-- but let's be real. The most likely explanation is that I'm totally out to lunch right now. I'm really more surprised that it took this fucking long, like, seriously, it's about time. And, hey, I fucking hate Florida and one of the few comforts in my life right now is that the Reapers blitzkrieged it off the fucking face of the Earth, but at least my crazy hallucinations have given me a beach that isn't on fire. Would've appreciated an open bar, but I'll take what I can get.

[Or really not. Like, super not, this is the complete opposite of good.]

Ooh, is this gonna be the part where I get visited by the Ghosts of Crewmates Past? Bit of a genre switch, but hey, I'm down, I'm kind of sick of sci-fi survival horror. It'll be like A Christmas Carol, except Scrooge is too late to save Christmas and Tiny Tim is already dead.

...Wait, does that make me Scrooge or Tim? Eh, whatever.


Mar. 13th, 2016 08:52 pm
helpline: (~jazz hands~)
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[ The Doctor looks at the camera, gives it a little wave before launching right into ] People who were at the swear-in! Watch this! It's amusing!

[ It is not amusing in the slightest and as it turns out, is just the Doctor trying to get people's attention, as the Doctor quickly takes off his sonic sunglasses and sets them in front of the camera. They're only there for a second or two but people can see that, though you can't tell it from the outside, the inside of the sonic sunglasses is more of a green tint, with various displays, graphs, and text written in multiple languages, not one of them English. The sonic sunglasses briefly whirr before the Doctor takes them away from the camera, folds them up, and puts them into the lining of his coat. ]

Right, that should do it. I sent out a pulse through the sonic sunglasses through the video feed that should cancel out any form of amnesia accidentally obtained at the swear-in. I've done something like this before, but that time involved ghosts and the Fisher King, and that time was also erasing memories, but restoring memories is easy if you know what erased them in the first place. It also involved earworms and Clara and I saving the day with bootstrap paradoxes, but that's neither here nor there. So a little bit of that, a little bit of the frequency that the Chameleonish Arch was working with, jiggery pokery, reverse the polarity of both, and presto! Instant memory renewal, transmitted through the sonic sunglasses through the visual cortex to anyone watching this post. If anyone who has amnesia hasn't seen this post, of course, then I'll find them and fix the problem myself.

[ The Doctor can't help but look a little bit too smug for his own good for a moment before oh yeah, he caused that problem, he should probably own up to it. ]

Of course, sometimes there are averse side-effects such as remembering previously suppressed memories so hopefully none of you get to relive your tragic backstory you didn't know about. Also, you might see purple. Tell me if things are suddenly purple. And... [ the Doctor can't help but pause for a moment, frowning as he turned his back to the camera. There's a pause, a small shuffling, and when he turns back to look at the camera, he's obviously reading off a set of cue cards. ] I'm sorry that my attempt at advanced technology exploded-slash-did not work-slash-teleported us halfway across the galaxy-slash-insert relevant problem here. I take responsibility for any inconvenience caused and will properly think through the consequences next time this happens.

[ Nailed it. The cue cards go back in his pocket as the Doctor gives the camera a sheepish smile. He's...not sorry about testing said amnesia causing device in a public place, he's just sorry it exploded. ]

( ooc: any characters who got amnesia at the swear-in now have their memories back! If they didn't see the post, assume the Doctor physically hunted them down/they just got their memories back naturally. Feel free to keep tagging the swear-in log until eternity though/backdate stuff if you wanna backdate it, this is just up for game timeline's sake )
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[ One tap, and then another on the communicator. A couple more to assure it is on and working. After confirmation of his, a dry gulp can almost be heard, which would be weird, considering that, on the other side of the video transmission is a ghost, one whose image makes itself seen on the screen of anyone watching the submission. His pale blue skin would easily make anyone mistake him for some sort of walking corpse, and surprisingly, the answer wasn’t far from that. Tilting his head, making it clear there would be a drop of sweat trickling down his face were he able to produce any, he addresses anyone who may be watching. Behind him, to those spiritually attuned, or for those who are often in touch with the supernatural, they may spot a couple of floating, purple blobs. ]

Um, hello?

[ A third, pointless tap on the device, almost like when you're 100% sure you've saved your game but save it again for good measure. Whim had seen many folks introduce themselves over the network when he went down the existing broadcasts, some very straightforward, some a bit questionable, and some just downright frightening. None of these apply to him, in the slightest, and the way his eyes dart from left to right as he tries to put together his next sentence outright reveals that immediately. So far, this doesn't seem like the safest place to be, so in the end, as hard as it is, it may prove better to introduce himself to the locals he'll be living with rather than just sneak by and keep a low profile. ]

Uh, um. Hi. [ The thought of all the people that will be watching this broadcast hits him once more, and there's a slight pause as a result. ]

M-my name's Whim. [ An awkward pause. ] I'm... going to try and skip along what I know everyone else is asking, to not be so much of a bother, and... and...

[ God, what is he going on about? He needs to wrap this up before he goes and makes more of an idiot of himself. ]

I, um, I was wondering, since there seems to be a big variety of things in this city, if anyone could give me a helping hand in traversing it, if it's not too much of a bother?

[ He was about to mutter a "thank you" to end his broadcast, but with his fidgety hands being the way they are, he drops his communicator, which, before landing, records a rather distressed yell from him, and it hits the ground, conveniently ending the broadcast. ]

--- TEXT -----

Also, I will be staying at Heropa#019
And working at Ghoulish Goods, so please do visit!


Mar. 12th, 2016 09:26 pm
wizzardly: He's six inches high and lives in a mushroom (Of course he's a bloody gnome)
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[The first thing to come over the feed will be a too-close shot of a handmade sign before the wizard gets the right angle to show his face and the small park behind him in Nonah. He appears to be Unhappy.]

Right, okay, was I not legible enough, do you think? Should I have offered translations? I consider myself rather patient on the whole, but when some idiot - for the third time in two days - takes a clear warning and turns it into an invitation to create the sort of disaster which loses me my job, I get the feeling this blasted sign is doing more harm than good. So let's just make something clear, shall we?

This - [the video shifts for a moment to show a wooden trunk on legs, running full tilt behind him after a few terrified squirrels] - is not a pet! It is certainly not some sort of tame training dummy for empty-headed fighters to test their skills on. It is a monstrosity crafted of sapient pearwood, and when it feels its owner, who happens to be me, is being attacked, it eats people. No stern warnings, no shining letterheads or gentle taps on the shoulder, just death. Maybe missing fingers or a quick trampling, if they're lucky.

Am I making myself clear enough? Try to hurt me, this man right here, and my magical box will murder you, and I will watch.

[a pause.]

...Provided I have not already run away.

[Rincewind nods sharply, then takes off his sign and throws it in a trash can.]

There. I've officially done all I can do, I've said my piece, this is no longer my responsibility. [he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.] Honestly, I don't understand how it was so difficult to understand in the first place. You see a sign telling you not to do something - who then thinks 'Oh, well surely they don't mean that for me?' I swear, no matter where I find myself, it seems I'm always the only sane man arou -

[there's the loud crack of splintering wood and the sound of several screaming members of the rodent family. Rincewind (and the video) looks behind him to see that the Luggage has knocked down a large oak tree in its pursuit of the squirrels. His face drains of color.]

Oh bugger - !
fourscores: (let's start the show)
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Yet another stage lacking in beauty, having to import for what should be a simple production. But I suppose I must make do, not that I have much choice.

[The voice is clearly augmented, though it doesn't seem by much there's some kind of unusual flair to it. Some kind of mask perhaps. He pauses a moment and there's the sound of shuffling papers before he speaks up again.]

Proposal planning is certainly an interesting choice, though not exactly what I was expecting... And while it is quite the setup they have here, what is the purpose of this device? It cannot simply be for "keeping in touch". How is this device supposed to make this whole ordeal easier?

[Someone does not have smartphones back home.]

This isn't anything like the hextech devices I've seen before.
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As seen national newspapers. ImPort access will be censored:

President Freemason has issued a national emergency as USSR forces have initiated coup tactics in the four imPort cities of Heropa, Nonah, De Chima, and Maurtia Falls. She has been in crisis meeting with Homeland Security, who claim that the whole department had been blindsided. Fingers point at Defense Secretary Sublime. Sublime has been indicted and will stand trial when [censored]


has implored use of Article 5.

As seen reblogged on Rumblr, Instagraham, and Bwitter. ImPort access will be censored:
Fiery criticism has rained down upon a couple of national celebrities who question the point of maintaining imPorts when the USSR can use them to attack this very nation. While pushback was immediate and intense, the leader of this dialogue, [censored], is not without his followers. His outlandish and often inflammatory anti-imPort remarks have gained fringe political traction.

As seen on BlueTube:
Video footage of residents within the states of those imPort cities has been uploaded. Most are fleeing, aided by armed local state police escort. When one fleeing Floridian resident notes that there are no Heropean police (as Heropa was located in the bordering county), a state trooper responds that there may never be again.

As seen from the mysterious, anonymous columnist CEASE-FIRE'S publication in underground publications and encrypted blogs:
Hello again, readers. A lot has changed since I wrote last, and while I can't say I was expecting things to go south that quickly it's hard to call it wholly surprising either. This conflict's been building up a long while, but active war always catches you unprepared if you aren't the one declaring it. Sometimes even if you are.

Things are far from hopeless, mind. ImPorts and the native folks alike have come back from worse than this. Cleaned up bigger messes. Your safety and America's alike are far from in bad shape entirely, but the only way out of this is cooperation.

Since last time, one reader's written in with:

"I would be very interested to know precisely why so much information regarding the previous military government has been, as you put it, purged since the change in regimes. One would expect that a nation turning towards democracy would have embraced far more transparency in its history... at least, if that turn was indeed genuine."

I'd think the answer would be clear already, but in case it isn't: You can't be transparent about information you don't have. It wasn't the democratic government that purged the data from the previous government's tenure, it was the people who had access to that data in the first place; members of that government who didn't want to be identified, or for their criminal misdeeds jeopardizing their future careers. You imPorts wouldn't know it, but a good many "politicians" at that time, if we could call them that, were never known publicly by their real identity. The ratio of those who were caught and those who were never identified stands at about 40/60.

Writing on the subject, or documenting it in any way that wasn't simply regular news reporting, was illegal during that time. I'm sure there are people who remember everything in perfect clarity, but any accounts written after the fact would be unverifiable. People believed with absolute certainty all kinds of information that turned out not to be true. We were brainwashed to believe our leaders knew best, we remembered things we never experienced and to this day some people still don't know if their memories are actually theirs. Those that know for sure may not want to revisit them.

That's not to say there isn't information out there to be recovered. It's possible. It would only be a matter of finding the people who would have held onto it.

That being said, I will close by reiterating what I said last month: No government is ever transparent until they need to be. None. And unfortunately, it doesn't matter how entitled you as citizens are, or feel you are, to the information.

Questions, comments, and other contact can be sent to CEASEFIRE@CCHEROPA.GOV. I will respond the 20th of each month.

своё свобода доклад: FEBRUARY 20TH, 2016

As seen reported in "international news and major national newspapers":
The USSR has asserted its legal claim over the imPort cities. Intent on liberating the imPorts from their American captors, the USSR is in the process of offering immediate health care and counseling for the traumatized imPorts. Housing and basic needs will be fulfilled. The insatiable classist division between "Registered" and "Unsettled" imPorts will be demolished. There is only equality to be found under the guidance of the USSR. There is only peace.

As heard on "Public Radio":
Hello, listeners. It is I, Cease-Fire. That is what I have called myself, but my real name is Daniel Froth. I have come to you today to publicly confess my sins and my lies. I am no friend to imPorts. I seek to lure imPorts with implications of friendship, but only because I want to use their powers for my own commerce. I have sought to mislead you for my own personal gain. But I repent, and I have been shown mercy. In gratitude of that mercy, I beseech you to ignore and boycott my previous ranting and ravings. I urge you to burn any copies of my words, and to erase any evidence of my rhetoric. I will not disrupt society any longer.

As seen on local imPort city news in all respective cities:
All is well. There is no fear. There is no hunger. There is no hate.

The Homeland Security Advisory System has moved from DAWN to COMRADE RED because in Soviet Russia, code switches YOU!

WANT TO SUBMIT TO THE своё свобода доклад?
The своё свобода доклад comes out the 10th and 20th of every month. You may find details and submit here. The cut-off time is 12:01 AM PST on the 9th and the 19th for the corresponding dates.
[personal profile] mmnpcs
[A fan of the 5 o'clock news? Tuning into your favourite drama or sitcom? That's too bad, because the Soviets have something in mind. Abruptly, every single channel will go blank, only to be replaced with a single news channel. Some may recognize Tara Lynn Shaw, the All-American sweetheart from Channel 6 News with tastefully dyed red hair, dimples, and a big old smile. Her usual job is to reassure the American people that everything will be all right, from stories about rescued puppies to stories about heroic nurses going above and beyond the call of duty.

Her trademark dimples aren't on display today; her mood is distinctly somber, and the American flags in the background of her news station have been taken down, the backdrop replaced with a solid red. She stares into the camera, then looks down at the place cards in front of her.]

Good evening, citizens of America. This is the Soviet Union speaking. You have been left to run rampant for far too long, and we have seen great irresponsibility and suffering as a direct result of your actions. It is for these reasons that we have chosen to intervene.

We have established control over Nonah, Heropa, De Chima, and Maurtia Falls. You may not enter, nor may you leave, but you needn't worry. This is but the first step towards a more peaceful world. Provided you maintain the peace, no harm will come to you; you are instructed to simply continue going about your daily lives. You may find this change startling, but we assure you, you will feel used to it soon enough. If you do not maintain the peace, however, measures will be taken, measures that your previous government wholly failed to take.

ImPorts, you are to attend a 5-day Seminar at Cape Canaveral's Royal Mansions Resort beginning tomorrow at 10 AM sharp. This is not negotiable. You will not be harmed, but appropriate measures will be taken should you choose to be tardy or absent. The Porters will be available to you all, Registered or not; there are absolutely no excuses for your absence.

You will be weapons of the United States of America no longer.

[With that, the broadcast comes to a halt. No American news stations will be playing, but all non-topical entertainment will continue playing as normal.]

[OOC: While this post takes place on national television, please feel free to use this post to have your characters discuss this exciting new development!]
wizzardly: (Not drunk yet)
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[This is not Rincewind's first attempt at accessing the network. Shamefully, it's not even his fourth attempt, even after all the helpful advice (which he smiled brightly through and nodded at and didn't listen to at all). Obviously he's managed to get the unfamiliar technology to finally work for him though, as that's definitely his sullen face coming across the imPort channels. He's on the floor of his new room, his back against his bed and his arm slung over a large wooden chest. His broad-brimmed hat proclaims him to be a 'Wizzard'.

He is also, quite obviously, very drunk.]

Right. I think we can all agree that this is absolutely mad, right? And not even - not even all these things that are going 'round doing stuff without any sort of magic or tiny imps painting pictures inside them, that's not even what I'm talking about here, that part I could almost like, since it seems somewhat sensible, the principle of it. ...Although it still isn't, is it, because there's apparently all these powers and such, which totally throws that whole thing about being sensible right out the window. And being handed out like meat-pies or something too, with no thought as to who's getting them. M'sure that's not something that's going to blow up in anyone's face, is it? Probably literally, if I had my guess.

...Right, where was I going with this?

[there's a pause as Rincewind casts about for the tenuous line of focus that brought him here in the first place, and which he's sure to be appropriately horrified he followed when he sobers up tomorrow.

Apparently he finds it again, and slaps his hand (the one not currently holding a bottle of wine) on the wooden trunk for emphasis. The chest lifts its lid some, in grumpy protest.]
- Heroes! Heroes, that's what I was getting at - this whole business about people being fished out of their own perfectly good - well, okay, mostly good. Somewhat. ...At least familiar worlds, and then being asked to - to - to do what? Be a hero? I've met heroes, you know, quite more than I'd have liked, and do you know what heroes are?

Dangerous, that's what. [firmly.] Dangerous, utterly reckless madmen, that's what heroes are. People who have as much trouble realizing why you shouldn't go barreling into dark caves full of horrible monsters to get the gold, or rescue the girl, as they do recognizing a good thing when they have it. Which is living. ...Which they risk. ...To be heroes.

But you know the most important thing about them? [he continues, fervently] The most important thing about heroes is that - ! Well, it's that - !

...It's that I'm not one.

[Rincewind quiets, and swipes the sleeve of his robe across his nose with a miserable, dry sniff. He frowns, sighs.] Not that it matters, I suppose. Not that it ever matters.
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[ The message is brief and to the point: ]

A member of my team recovered an encrypted data drive during the military operation in Antartica. This was on it:


It's not much, but it's what we've got. Most of the data's either corrupted or still being decrypted. I don't know if it actually means anything, but someone thought it was important enough to hide.

If anyone's got any theories on what it means or has information that matches up to this, I'm all ears.
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[If there had ever been a reason to cut Joker off from alcohol forever, it is now.]

[When the feed clicks on, it's fairly obvious that he's in a bar-- there's a certain bar-like quality to the area behind him, which is what fills most of the screen. He's apparently not very good at aiming when he's at this stage of stupid drunk, and he's pointing the camera mostly at about half his hat.]

[Ladies and gentleman, this man helped save the galaxy.]

So, y'know what?

[No, but he's going to tell everyone, regardless of whether they want to know.]

The video equivalent of shitposting. )

10 - video

Dec. 8th, 2015 02:10 am
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[The video feed comes on revealing Flame Princess looking... very different from how she normally is. Sitting on a couch and completely bundled in a ridiculous amount of blankets, with only her face and a few locks of hair. It's difficult to recognize her like this, but it's easy enough to identify her voice once she finally speaks.]

So how come we barely go a month or two in this place without some jerk just donking everything up? What was even with that, anyway? Like, a lot of weird junk has happened before but this really wasn't cool!

Like, okay, I guess being a human is kind of neat or whatever but how the bjork are you guys not freezing to death all the time!? [Going from fire elemental temperature to average human/kryptonian body temperature has been... an adjustment, to say the least. She doesn't like it.]

The whole leaking water thing is still really weird, too. [That's sweating, FP.] I don't get it, but I guess I'm going to have to figure it out for however long this thing lasts.

Has anybody found out who was behind what happened, yet? I've been wanting to try finding out on my own, but... yeah. It's been kind of hard to focus like this.

[A pause.] ... also, if anybody is made of fire now, you'll be fine. Just avoid water and don't feel things too hard.

I mean, you can't burn through the world while you're here, so you don't have to worry about that happening. Buuuuuut you're still going to want to be careful not to get too intense. And either I'm going to have to teach you how to cast flame shield properly, or you're going to need to cover all the stuff you like in foil.

Figured I should probably give you a head's up. [Uh.] If that's actually happened to anyone.


Nov. 14th, 2015 12:33 pm
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[ Hello, gang! Have an image of Wasabi, sitting as primly as a large fellow can manage at his kitchen table. Beside him, there's a small organizational tote. He smiles and offers the camera a quick wave. ]

Yo. It's Wasabi, here to present an opportunity for us imPorts to give back to the community around us.

As I'm sure you're all aware, winter is coming up, and, while the weather stays pretty mild here in Florida, it gets pretty cold in other places. While this is par the course for most people, there are people whose circumstances make winter a big problem. Those without homes, those without steady incomes or reliable means... You get the idea.

Now, I-- [ Hang on. He reaches into the bag to pull out a nearly-finished, knitted hat, made with thick yarn and with quite a few needle point sticking out haphazardly. ] I knit, see? And, back home, I always try to crank out as many extra pieces of winter wear as I can. There's numerous charities that organize and collect donations like this, and this world is not exception to this practice. I've looked into it.

So what I basically want to do is to rally as much imPort participation as possible. Then we can work up whatever we can and make sure they get to where they need to be. Simple enough, right? So... What do you say? Would anybody be interested in doing that kind of thing?

Oh! And don't worry if you can't knit. I'm definitely willing to teach, if it'll help. I can do crochet, too, if you'd rather learn and work with that.

[ video ]

Oct. 4th, 2015 03:07 pm
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[ Hello, everyone! Say hi to Traci and Kasumi. The look on Traci's face something close to horrified amusement. There's shame somewhere in there too. Somewhere deep inside there's intense shame because these are her life choices. This is her boyfriend. ]

So I guess everyone had this major problem with misfires and evidently it totally chose the worse possible things to misfire. Or maybe some people chose the worst possible things to send to anyone ever.

[ Kasumi, meanwhile, draws her hand down her face, shaking her head and trying very, very hard not to lose her composure and crack up over Jaime's efforts all over again. Because after everything that's happened yesterday, it might actually hurt to laugh now. ]

Let's just all be glad that the network's back in order now, shall we? [ A beat. ] Or is it--?

Needless to say Jaime you're super lucky you're so cute because this [ There's a screencap of this monstrosity here ] [ Traci is trying so hard to not burst into laughter. So hard and it's not going well, a tiny giggle escapes. ]well it's something that's what it is. My boyfriend ladies and gentleman. He must've put a spell on me that I think this is A+ boyfriend material. Here I thought I was the black magic woman here.

[ ooc: purple is Kasumi and pink is Traci. ]


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