Sep. 14th, 2014 02:38 pm
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[ When the video starts, it's obvious Henry's in his room, which is not where he'd prefer to be. With it being the weekend, he'd much rather be outside exploring De Chima a little more, but today it's just really gloomy outside and it looks like it might rain any second. That's not necessarily a deterrent, but it's the kind of weather that's more conducive to relaxing indoors and watching movies. So, that's what he's been doing until relocating back to his room for the time being. He hasn't really had a chance to meet as many people on this network as he'd like, so that's what compels him to speak now.

Mostly he just has questions.

Questions are a good way to start a conversation, right? ]

I was wondering...does anyone else have experience with...healing? Not the kind of healing where you fix someone's broken bones, or cuts or anything. But where you fix their...heart, I guess? Their mind. Empathic healing, it said in my packet. So I should be able to make someone feel better if they're sad or scared, or upset in some way. I just was wondering how many other people can do that, too.

[ He really likes the idea of that, but it's not as straightforward to him as his other power (even though it makes sense to him, of course): forcefields. He hasn't tried either yet, but forcefields are something you can see, you know what you're doing and if it's working. ]

I'm Henry, by the way. I live in De Chima, and my mom's here - well, one of them - so that's pretty cool.

Do you like where you're living right now? What do you like to do for fun?

Oh, and if you're living in De Chima too, where can I get the best pizza?


Sep. 8th, 2014 12:56 pm
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[ There's not a whole lot that's remarkable about the video feed outside its grey-skinned subject. From what's visible in the background, it's one of the more popular burger/malt joints around Cape Canaveral. There isn't any food in sight-- but there is a newspaper on the table, visible just off to the side.

Karkat doesn't look happy! In other news, water is wet.

I've been told I have a tendency to overreact when it comes to minor inconveniences. [ Scare quotes, on "minor". ] It's been suggested to me on multiple occasions that I chill out, or calm my rumble spheres, or, and I'm paraphrasing here, shut your fluttering face-flap before I cram my fist in it, you howling, feculent dumbfuck. And, okay, I guess they might have a slight point. Maybe I do have a tendency to overreact! I will grant that it's possible misplacing a pair of socks probably wasn't cause for a full-blown conniption.

[ He picks up the newspaper here, and moves it into the camera's view, before zooming in on the date printed on the front. September! ]

But misplacing an entire.



[ There's the sound of tearing paper and-- well. That's a waste of a perfectly good newspaper. He probably didn't even read it.

There's now a very attractive view of Karkat's many sharp teeth while he howls into the communicator--

What the fresh-fried FUCK did I do to incur THIS bullshit?!

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Sep. 5th, 2014 08:55 pm
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first week of school is done, HOLLA
so far my classes are ok, not really what i wanted but i'll live i guess.

anyone here going to heropa high? if you do maybe we can hang out
or did everyone decide to go to the import school
nothing against it i just wanted to go to a normal one

so far no one knows i'm an import so it's not so bad
no one asking for autographs or anything at least.

whatever i'm gonna enjoy my weekend now

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[Someone is annoyingly energetic today. And bored. So here she is.]

What's the most badass super power? I know some of us come in with powers, and others get them when they're ported in, but you gotta admit--some are better than others. They don't have to be your own.

Me? I think telepathy is cool. Oh! And flying. Flying is definitely the best. Cool power or coolest power? Discuss.

... I guess ice would technically be the coolest power ever, literally, but you know what I mean.

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Aug. 26th, 2014 10:39 pm
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[The video feed opens on Desmond unwrapping the bandages from his burned arm. There's scarring, and still some bad spots that are still healing, but thankfully he lowers it so nobody has to see the rest of the burns. The worst of them, down his forearm and in his hand. And the splints.]

So, I'm kind of in a mess at the moment. I told the doctors here I wouldn't register until my arm was healed. Give me time to think about it, that sort of thing.

[He glances up at the camera periodically as he speaks, carefully putting more ointment on his skin under the table.] Well, now they say I've had more than enough time to think about it, and they're cutting me off until I register. But here's the thing...I really don't want to, right now. And I really need this arm. There's broken bones in there too, and...if they don't heal right, I'll lose movement in my hand.

I know we have powers. So I was wondering...can anybody out there heal someone? I'll pay you for your time. I just... I don't want to lose the ability to do what I love because of some asshole doctors who throw the Hippocratic Oath out the window, you know?


Aug. 5th, 2014 11:45 am
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[ It's the witching hour. And the feed is very, very dark-- except for occasion sparking from the overhead street lamp, which briefly provides scant light to the sidewalk. In the background, an attentive eye might notice at the traffic lights are out. And all the business signs. And really every thing electrical as far as one might be able to tell.

There's the sound of fingers snapping, then a blue spark comes to life before settling into a flame at the tip of Jenny Quantum's thumb. The little light illuminates her face as she lights a cigarette.

Here's a word of advice for all you newbies:

Don't get attached. Don't give a shit. Don't get comfortable. Stay focused. Stay angry.

[ She sits down on the curb and snuffs the flame out by grinding her thumb against the pavement. Her voice goes on in the dim: ]

Otherwise this place is gonna break your fucking heart.

( OOC: Info here! )

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Jul. 19th, 2014 09:59 am
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[ it's early in the morning when Tommy decides to post to the network. very early, if the faintly audible morning chorus in the background is anything to go by. ]

Okay, so-- people date while they're stuck here? I keep hearing about it and every time I wanna know why, 'cause it's crazy. Prisoner solidarity, I get that much, but you're never going to see this person again, ever, so what's the point?

[ he pauses. ]

If you already knew them, that's different.
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Hey, Akihiko Sanada here and I'm looking for some advice.

It's not something that involves the place, or what's been going on as a whole, something personal, and I'd appreciate if the person had some experience with it already. I don't really want to waste my time.

[Ugh so he should- probably mention what it is here so he doesn't just get any Tom, Dick, and Harry telling him how he should-]

[Arg. Come on dude, get balls enough, you're fine. You some how managed to buy those terrible as hell dating books for women- you can do this.]

Consider it romance advice.

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Jul. 4th, 2014 10:06 pm
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ok so question

say you just got here

and everyones all oooohh ahhhhh superheroes and that's cool and all

but you're a) not a superhero and b) FUCKING RUSSIAN

like srsly my blood is at least part vodka thats how russian we're talking here

its kinda weird to drag me to a little room and say you want me to fight the soviets isn't it

like hey just go fight your own people because we say so and also you have powers now????

yeah ok thanks for fucking with my dna i guess WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

anyways none of that was actually a question, oops so here's one

any other russkies out there????? if not thats cool but plz don't look at me like i'm coming for your family

also how do you know if that file that tells you your power isnt bs because i'm looking at it like wtf who considers this a power, can't i have something cool like shooting lasers out of my eyes

maybe theres some mistake??? hahaha that'd mean they'd have to send me home tho right

good luck with that, im sure

ok im out, i have some kind of boat cruise to go to

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[ It's a bit past midnight and given the timing of this post, it's hardly a surprise there's minimal background noise that can be heard on Gil's end, save for the light scraping of soles against the pavement.

In spite of how late it is, when Gil speaks up he sounds quite awake, a hint of surprise filtering into his voice as he talks into the communicator. ]

There are quite a few messages that have piled up in the past few weeks. I'm sorry for not getting to them yet ― I've only just been ported back. [ A quiet scoff at that. ] And it's almost July already. I hope I haven't missed anything important and I'm trying to catch up, but um... What's this about some game called "paint ball"?

[ Did the government sponsor child's play or something? What. But he's heard the Porter was involved. ]

Did they really allow imPorts near the Porter? If so, did anyone find out anything? I've heard that these temporary port outs never happened when the first wave of imPorts were here. It makes sense if they began after Lachesis synced up with it, but... I've also been wondering if she was successful in the end. She hasn't been responsive since right before our arrival, unless someone found out something.

[ What's the 411 on that? ]


Jul. 2nd, 2014 03:18 pm
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Oh my God!

I love Netflix!

I don't care what else gets invented, time travel, interstellar space stations that can hop galaxies at FTL speeds, unlimited food supplies- all of it pales in comparison to this!

I wasn't gonna go to school anyway [wow maybe don't announce that on an open network genius] but now I can't go, because there's so much I gotta catch up on! Is anyone else watching that one show about the people who got stranded inside a Walmart for days, and then the food started to rot and one of the guys became a cannibal? I love that show!

I'm so happy.


Jul. 2nd, 2014 01:43 pm
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[ This video is obviously taken at an office, at Hans's desk, in a moderately sized office. Hans gives the camera a little wave...and man oh man, does he already seem way too proud of himself. Oh dear. ]

About a month or so ago, I asked Lieutenant Ananke for some information about former heroes. Since then, I've been doing a little bit of research and emailing with some people who knew them. Most people have accepted the fact that their relations may be dead--there's a lot of gravestones for former heroes. Reactions to their deaths really run the gamut. Some are proud of the heroes, some are worried that they're in a bad place, some don't want to talk about it, but pretty much everybody thinks that they're dead.

[ Which is honestly worrying considering that the government wants them to be heroes, but Hans is keeping up appearances and not mentioning that at ALL. ]

Anyway, I just thought that it was something people should know! I've got a few more names to look into but feel free to ask me any questions. Though, you should know... [ there's an annoyed pause here, as Hans frowns. ] I didn't find any information about whether or not they were members of that Hornets group mentioned. Unsurprisingly, most people seemed unwilling to talk about it. And to be honest, I couldn't find any information about these Hornets--they seem to be an urban legend over anything else.

[ Of course, Hans did find some information about a couple of heroes whose parents were worried they had fallen into the wrong crowds. But he's not going to tell the communicator that, not when he's got more work to do to find specifics and can possibly use the information for himself. Then his annoyed expression fades, to a bit of a worried frown. ]

On another note, is everybody okay? I know that paintball game must have been absolutely horrible. At least, I know I hated it. [ a siiiigh, as he crosses his arms over his chest. ] I'm certain the stress of the game wore on the nerves of some people, including one of my poor housemates. He was hardly behaving like his normal self.

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[A video image clicks on, revealing a broad, churlish looking man, in his late 40s but looks like he's in his 50s. His face is world-weary, haggard, with heavy-set wrinkles on his brow. His dark hair is flecked with grey, as is his beard. There's an angry concern in his hard eyes and his jaw is clenched tight. He looks like a man one wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of.]

--goddamn it.

[The video image switches off. That wasn't what he'd wanted to do. A second later, a voice feed starts instead, and there's a momentary pause as Joel examines the device to ascertain it is actually on. He was no stranger to technology similar to this before the outbreak but that was over twenty years ago. Reacquainting himself with technology like this, even after he was shown the ropes by that asshole soldier who escorted him from the lab, is foreign as hell after years of having to live with hardly any technology at all.]

Alright, look-- [A brief shuffling sound of him handling the device, switching it from one hand to the other. When he speaks, it's with a strong Texan accent, his voice gruff and hard.] I got no idea who's listenin' to this but I'm gettin' real sick of this bullshit. Just gonna cut straight to the chase:

First off, I'm lookin' for someone. A girl. 'Bout fourteen years-old. Red-brown hair, freckles, green eyes, scar on her right eyebrow. It's real important I find her. If you've seen a girl who matches this description, tell her Joel is lookin' for her.

Secondly, if the girl I'm lookin' for is here and I find out anyone has so much as touched a single hair on her head, I won't hesitate to hunt you down and pop your goddamn kneecaps off. I ain't messin' around here.

And lastly-- [another pause] I need, uh, need someone to point me towards a place where I can get my hands on some clothes.

[Because the clothes he's wearing right now? Are torn at the seams and shredded. Just in the last hour, he's transformed into a fucking giant bear twice without seeming to have any control over it and his clothes, the only clothes he's got, are now more or less destroyed.

And another pause, filled with the sound of a quiet, preoccupied sigh and the shuffling noise of the device being handled as he switches back to the other hand. Screw it, he'll just address Ellie directly. If she's here, if she's listening, he knows she won't hesitate to contact him. Jesus, he hopes she's alright.]

If you are here, kiddo… just lemme know, alright?

[The voice feeds ends.]
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incredibly important announcement pertinent to all existing imports *citation needed )


Jun. 1st, 2014 10:05 pm
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[Hello, Heropa and other assorted cities. Have you ever visited the big prison where they keep imports? You should, if only to see for yourself the appalling state the import-only section is in. Not particularly attractive, and the solid grey wall behind Lucifer shows signs of rather old graffiti.

It's that and the orange jumpsuit which give Lucifer away as currently being an inmate of Heropa's most secure. The corners of his mouth are turned up and it looks like his expression should be a pleasant one, but most people probably know by now not to mistake that for a smile.]

I really have to commend whoever it is behind this little trap. You've put a lot of work into making sure there's no way home without your say-so.

I hope it's worth it.

[There's a rumble in the background, someone talking in a deep enough tone that the feed can't quite pick it up.

Lucifer looks offscreen.]
It certainly does, Bill. It certainly does.

[Another, slightly more disgruntled offscreen rumble and he turns back to the camera.]

My devoutly agnostic guard Bill here would like to mention that anyone thinking of following in my footsteps should think again. Apparently there's space enough in here for everyone who doesn't do what they're told.

Seems I'll be getting to know you all better after all.

One way or another.

[Oh, yes. You may have read in the papers or seen reports on tv about the start of Lucifer's trial. He empathised thoroughly with two weeping mothers who had lost family members, ignored all the lawyers, pointed out that he was technically not guilty of at least a third (but more like three-quarters) of the charges he was being brought up on, and (correctly) accused the one of the jury of possessing child pornography.

The less said about the Satanists camping outside the courthouse the better.

Stay tuned!]
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I'm told there's a swearing-in ceremony coming up next month, and I had just a few questions about that.

[ lydia's standing just outside residence #026, wearing a cheeky smile. all things considered, she's begun to develop her own theories on this, but information borne of experience is more reliable than whatever slanted, biased garbage she's been fed by the government officials who've helped to settle her in. ]

Well. One, really.

All imPorts are considered registered by default on arrival, but not everyone stays that way. Is that decision motivated by some hipster romanticization of homelessness, or are there legitimate reasons to reconsider the graciousness of our hosts?

[ okay, so her own attempts at impartiality were a little sabotaged by equating unregistered heroes to homeless people. she's still hoping some unregistered vigilantes will reply with their reasoning. ]

Oh, and, I'll be needing suggestions for where to find a dress for the ceremony.
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[ This post, though visible to the network, is ENCRYPTED rather heavily so as to be harder to access via remote sources, such as anyone attempting to hack in or monitor the network through something besides a communicator.

Similarly, the first two "points" in this post will be accessible to all imPorts, regardless of status. The second two "points" will be further encrypted to Registered imPorts only, although they can be hacked.

Captain Holiday is sitting in what appears to his home -- it's an apartment, a sliding door that opens onto a balcony behind him and an end table to his left, a framed photo sitting on it turned face down. There's also an ashtray, which he stubs his cigarette into and present lights another. Somewhere off-screen there is the distant noise of a radio turned to the news in another room, and far-off cooking sounds. ]

All right, listen up, everyone. There's a lotta nonsense bein' thrown around, word of mouth and a hell of a lotta other crap, and damn if it don't get tiring. I'm the liaison between y'all and the higher-up's in the military and government, and I'm the one that takes the crap when the roads collapse. My number's there so I can help you, not sit at my desk while someone runs their mouth and blames me for terrorism.

Y'wanna ask me something? Now's your chance. I'll throw y'all a bone and hope it don't come back and bite me in the ass. But first do yourselves some listening, and accept if I can't answer something then there's a reason for it.

Before I really get started, I'm tellin' y'all on the record you did a great job handlin' that situation with what's his name. Y'know who, the devil. You won't hear a peep of complaint from the law about it even if you ain't Registered, even if you bent the rules a little to handles things, that's my promise t'you -- seein' as you did us a favor, too. No surprises down the line, nothing like that. This ain't a matter of taking things into your own hands, this is a matter of public safety, common decency, and dealing with goddamn hellbeasts. Our people ain't been coming back in one piece from that kind of crap.

But movin' past that for now. That was an aside, a thank you, but down to brass tacks--

Point one's the obvious. I'm not your enemy. I ain't your friend neither, but I'm a better one than you'll make with some of the other folk around here. Y'don't wanna trust nobody named Peter Narga, and y'don't wanna trust nobody that calls themselves a Hornet.

[ He drags on his cigarette. ]

Point two. The Porter was found in 1985 and we still don't know where it came from. Back then it worked differently. We couldn't control the people it pulled in, but we got it working to send folks back after about twenty years of trying. Course, that research was useless after Lachesis synched up with the thing, and y'all know the story from there. It does what it wants to now. It's all like I've been saying from the start, we don't got control of it.

Three. Them tattoos of yours... since it's relevant. In the vicinity of any of the Porters, they react to the tech to nullify a person's powers if they earn a particular title. If someone goes on a murder spree, for instance, their wrist will say "CRIMINAL" on it. Byproduct of the signals interacting that we tried to make the best of. Ain't a perfect fix, of course, but it helps toward getting someone apprehended if you get 'em in the right place.

[ Hint hint? ]


Y'all won't hear this in the official statements, and y'all didn't hear it from me, either. The imPorts before you weren't the only heroes we had around here. We had locals, too, normal folks without powers puttin' on costumes to fight the good fight. Most of 'em retired. Ones that didn't just kinda disappeared. But people here… native to this universe, I mean, they don't disappear same way y'all do. This is technically hearsay, y'follow me? But there's compelling evidence around that some of them folks are still active underground. Fighting crime or making it, sometimes both. No one knows which ones they are from the names we used to know, splashed up in articles and all, they keep themselves anonymous wearing yellow hoodies or jackets and black scarves over their faces. They're called the Hornets, and for all intents and purposes you'd be better off thinking of them as a lot of terrorists themselves. They think they got themselves a bone to pick with the government and you saw up in Nonah how they're expressing their displeasure.

[ He blows smoke from the corner of his mouth, looking weary. ]

Anyway. I got brunch with my partner in an hour, so let's make this worth the time.

[ OOC: Closed to new responses. ]
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[ kanaya is out on the beach, but she certainly doesn't look like she's enjoying it. instead of a bathing suit, she's wearing work gloves and boots with her sleeveless blouse and shorts, a roll of garbage bags on her belt and a rake propped up nearby. most of the larger debris has already been cleared, but when you tear apart robot sharks, they tend to leave a lot of smaller pieces, and someone has to clean those up.

of course, she's not about to address the network while in the middle of working. so this is her break, her long legs crossed and a bottle of deep red liquid in her lap, a lit cigarette in her hand. the comm is propped up some feet away to keep her hands free. she looks, to put it simply, very cross. but at least she has something to take her mind off of what day it is.

Mechanized aquatic carnivores. Of all the things to send, this was their choice. [ she takes a drag and rolls her eyes before continuing, looking very pointedly at the camera. ]

I think it's time we had a talk, the lot of us, because this isn't the first time something like this has happened. Just on the heels of the monorail collapse, yes, but there was also the incident in February. A certainly random giant avian attack is followed by the spread of a virus that is very specifically import-targeted. Yes, an antidote was found, but had we ever traced its source?

This was an inevitability, I think, that despite the friendly posturing, there are those on this world with a much less hospitable reaction to our presence. I think that's worth examining. Investigating. If we have enemies, we need to know who they are, and how to protect ourselves against them. [ she glances to the side, offscreen, as if checking if something's still there. ] I get the feeling we won't be the only ones doing so, and I do hate being behind on these matters.

[ she ashes her cigarette and lets out a sigh, propping her forehead on the back of her hand. four months of relative peace had been nice. she knew it had to end eventually, but seeing it on the horizon leaves her no less weary. ]

Those of us who are refugees from the City may find the Vulcanus Foundation suspicious already, and with their transdimensional capabilities and Eden East's proximity to one of these events, perhaps that is justified. And perhaps it's simply an unfortunate choice of name. Those loyal to this nation may be more likely to suspect the Russians, but I think attributing everything to them would be largely scapegoating.

I don't know. I don't have answers, I simply think the questions need to be asked. Collectively.

[ and with that, she leans forward to cut the feed. ]
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[ Today's exploration of Miami has taken him the way of a bakery, which he's just leaving as he starts up the video feed. He has a pastel hanging out of his mouth, and its fellows are sitting in a paper bag he's holding at his side as he walks down the street. Of course, he should have probably thought this out a little more before starting up the video. He's not going to talk with his mouth open (this time), so instead, he just makes a face as he manages to open his mouth wide enough to pull the entire pastel in with his tongue. The boa constrictor mouth is not a speedster ability; it's all Wally.

The pastry's devoured in a matter of seconds and he looks to the video with a big ol' grin.

Sorry about that little delay, everyone. Name's Wally West, sure the pleasure's all yours. [ He laughs, so it should be obvious that he's not that conceited. Hopefully. ]

But anyway, introductions out of the way, someone please tell me they've found a good place to catch some good music around here. I mean, it's Miami, there's gotta be some hot clubs full of smokin' babes, right? [ Priorities, this one. Never mind that he's only fifteen. That's never stopped him.


Heck, just point me to a dance-off or something where I can get my krumping on.
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Now that we've cleared away the rubble from...that, I have a question. ['that' being a monorail exploding.

also goddamn, does Hans look worried.

What does it mean if you can't contact someone on these communicator devices? I've tried giving her a call, I've tried sending her a message, but I can't contact her. I was going to drop by her house but, well, they shoved us all to North Carolina, so that went out of the equation.

[aka Anna got dropped and Hans does not know what this means. someone help the poor worried looking Disney prince. :( ]


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