01 | Video

Nov. 7th, 2016 07:55 pm
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Hi, I'm Steve. Pretty new around here, and I got a question or two for you folks.

[ The person on the screen is male, blond and blue-eyed, leaning against a tree in what look like downown De Chima. He's wearing a bomber jacket and what can only be described as a 'grandpa plaid' shirt. No, really, it looks like it barely escaped the least fashionable part of the '50s with its life. (Mostly because Nat and Pepper aren't here to rescue him from bad shopping choices.) ]

Does anyone know if there are any, ah, veteran groups in the area? Specifically here in the city would be nice, but I'm willing to expand out to DC or one of the other imPort centers. [ He reaches up with the hand not holding the video feed steady and rubs at the back of his neck. Asking about this is kind of embarrassing, but 1. he'd really like this information and 2. he's spent the past few years as an example, so why stop now. ] A friend of mine back home works -- worked at one, and I'd like to volunteer.

[ And also maybe talk to someone. Actually talk about war, being defrosted, and other difficult topics. Or at least keep the possibility open. Because waking up in a new century is one level of what-the-hell. Being brought to a completely new world is stretching his patience just a little. ]

So if anyone knows of one, or at least someone more official to ask, I'd be grateful. As for my other question, is baseball popular here? I kind of miss going to games and cheering on my home team. Any information in that direction would be helpful, too. Thanks.

[ He offers a little, shy smile and turns the feed off. ]


Nov. 7th, 2016 11:07 am
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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-!


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Nov. 1st, 2016 08:20 am
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[ It's late at night when Cullen makes the post, the time of night when people would probably text something like this. But typing on the phone is still too much of an unnatural struggle for him to default to it.

He sounds relatively normal. Maybe just a tiny bit tired. ]

What is it you do when you cannot sleep and there is no work to be done to better utilize the hours you spend awake?

[ There's a tiny pause. ]

I am no stranger to sleepless nights, yet in coming here, I've now naught to do with mine.
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[ Consider him curious. Maybe he shouldn't be and maybe he shouldn't even bother. But, sometimes at night—and after a martini or several, shh—certain questions and thoughts rise to the forefront of his mind no matter how much he may wish for them not to.

And, well, since he has some form of an audience here, Magnus figures: why not??

It's just audio for now, his tone is fairly even with just a small touch of amusement. Because if he can't poke fun at certain things, what's the point. Right? Right. ]

There's always quite a lot of discussion over what to do with time. Complaints about wishing to have more or wishing it would pass faster. So, I'm curious. What would you do if you had an infinite amount of time?

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Oct. 19th, 2016 07:33 pm
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[ Laurent looks as he always looks when addressing the network at large - the epitome of relaxation. He has his phone wedged up against a book on the coffee table for a better vantage point, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out before him, an arm draped elegantly against the edge of the couch, wrist loose. As ever, it’s a very careful production. If he’s aware his last post made quite the negative impression on the people, then he doesn’t show it. In fact, his expression seems almost friendly, if a little cold. ]

I want to talk about the Porter cities. [ Not politics this time, everyone is very safe. Well, mostly] It has come to my attention that the information I had before is outdated, and what better way to fix that than to ask those who live there? Currently, I reside in Heropa. I’ve yet to be charmed by the alligators. But what of the rest? What do you like about living where you do? What do you not? Is it a safe area? Or do the vigilantes of this world rule over it? How are imPorts treated on a daily basis?

[ He could go on, but there’s a flicker in his composure when a door is opened off screen. His face instantly transforms. It loses the sharp politeness and softens, eyes warm as he regards the man who’s just walked in. This might be the first time Laurent’s smile has lost its thinness. It’s certainly the first time it has been so helplessly genuine and it makes him look younger, sweeter. Damen has that effect on him.

Damen had been busy in the kitchen, as is evident when he comes into view. He's carrying a large tray with an assortment of what looks like finger food. He's learned to use the microwave, it's called progress. His smile is as warm as Laurent's, though he manages to look confused at the same time.

Were you talking to someone?

Just asking questions. [ Gone too, is the frost in his tone. It might not have been noticeable in the first place, but there’s no denying it now. Laurent shifts slightly, as his lover takes the seat beside him, carefully balancing the plate before them. Without thinking he picks up a small pastry and holds it before Damen’s mouth as if in offering waiting for him to take it. There is no embarrassment in the action, no self-consciousness. In fact, this new smile is like a private joke. ]

[ Damen is fixed on Laurent, his smile amused while he accepts the little quiche. He seems to be in on the joke. He may even be about to comment on it, but then his eyes fall on the camera and he looks suddenly alarmed. ]

You are filming this?

[ Of course Laurent is filming this. Damen pushes the tray aside while Laurent turns back to the camera. ]

Yes. [ His smile is still real, but more amused now. ] How else would I speak with people? [ But he should probably get back to talking and not looking like he’s hungry for more than mini quiches, actually. He doesn’t care but people here are very small-minded. ]

Tell me anything you would have liked to know upon your own arrival in these cities, that would help greatly.

( ooc: Laurent is in blue and Damen is in red. )
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[ There is a camera but its wonderfully shaky-- the sound of footsteps are heavy as he runs down a busy street, the pavement and peoples feet barely visible through his fingers and the movement blur. It comes to a stop in semi-darkness, being held up to reveal a very scruffy looking man. It seems he wanted to be somewhere quieter. Because of his dirty and mangled appearance, you absolutely do not expect him to talk like he does. ]

Small companion of the light, harken to thy surroundings. A civilization surpassed akin to thou, born of metal and glass yet given a life of its own... what sorcery encompasses thou so?

To thee I promise, if thou speaketh again, I shalt answer. To thyself, if wisheth to keep thy secrets I shall kneel for I art trustworthy with thy words.

[ His accent is soft and spoken poetically and regally. He has been hearing other videos through the open channels on the communicator but was too busy being a little bit confused to answer back. This time however he decides to try and initiate a conversation with the 'talking box of light'.

He believes it is a talking box of secrets. Oh boy. He has no idea where he is either (even though its been explained to him?!) but the priority seems to be the talking box first.
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[The video opens to an office. People who have been affiliated with Xavier's School for ImPorts in some capacity or another might recognize it as the Headmaster's office, previously belonging to Robert Callaghan. There's, uh, a mix of organized stacks of paperwork and haphazardly strewn piles. Guess which ones Kotetsu had anything to do with. A copy machine is insistently beeping about its paper jam and he smacks it a couple times in frustration before he just gives up and unplugs it. He gives the network a slightly flustered wave.]

Uh, hi. This is Kotetsu Kaburagi. I'm the powers tutor at the Xavier's School for ImPorts. ...Which, uh, isn't just for imPorts anymore and...[he makes an awkward noise in his throat] Xavier asked to have his name taken off, since he's not affiliated and all, so, uh, if anyone has suggestions for a new one, that'd be great....

[He rubs at his neck, coughs.]

So, a-anyway, that stuff aside. Callaghan Ported out a few months ago, so we don't have a Headmaster anymore. And I'm, not really--[vague gesturing to the general state of the office]

Well, I could use some help. Like, official help. Just contact me here or in private if you're interested?

[Qualifications: just don't be a criminal. Please.]

Also, the people we had working security have Ported out or moved onto other work by now, so I'm looking for more people for that, too.

--Oh, yeah, if anyone wants to enroll at the school, lemme know! It's a regular high school for the most part, but it's a great place to practice your powers in a safe place, if that's something you're interested in.


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Oct. 7th, 2016 05:53 pm
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— Thank you.

[ The video catches the tail end of a conversation, with two men shaking hands and parting ways after. The older one is familiar to some, probably — one of the escorts for the new arrivals, just doing his job to help. The younger, the owner of the device it seems, is definitely not native, his clothes the biggest indicator, like he stepped out of some wild tv fantasy drama.

But then the device is turned to Edmund's face, and he waves shortly, just a flick of his wrist, awkward in that he definitely has no idea what he's doing. He doesn't quite smile, but he makes an effort not to look unfriendly.

My apologies, to my... audience? [ By the Lion, that is so weird to say to some weird box that apparently helps to communicate with others. ] I asked for help in figuring out how to use this contraption — he was certainly kind about it. He mentioned that plenty of other individuals would have difficulty using the first time around. I suppose he didn't tell me that just to make me feel better.

[ Which he isn't, but that's a differently story. ]

In any case, I am looking for certain people. Three, really. Peter, Susan, or Lucy Pevensie. If any one of them is here, I would deeply appreciate being pointed to them.

[ He'd thought about asking about the others, Mr Tumnus, the Beavers, or even Aslan. But he has had time to watch his surroundings, and there are more humans here than animals, and somehow, he can't fathom that there would be Animals. Besides, in a troubling situation such as this, at least one of his siblings would be in the midst of the chaos. ]

If not, then — my name is Edmund. A ple— [ a thoughtful pause, then finally, a small amused smile. ] I suppose it's not quite a pleasure to meet your acquaintances, since I've yet to meet any of you at all.


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