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Excuse me. I have a question. Is there anything worth seeing in this world?

[And...

That is the entirety of the message.

Clearly a great communicator this one, what with her bored-sounding drawl and complete lack of context, clarification, or ceremony. But hey, she said, "Excuse me," so that's got to count for something, right?! Who doesn't want to help another newbie out here?]
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Hullo, all.

So...The days are short, the air is cold (except in Heropa), and all of us are struggling with lingering embarrassment from all those mis-sent texts. So, to give us all a bit of cheer, and in recognition of all the holidays we've constructed to help us deal with winter, I thought we all could give one another a bit of love.

So! How does this work, then? Well -

1. Go ahead and post your name in this post.
2. People respond to you with things they like about you, lovely moments you've shared, et cetera.
3. You go out and respond to others with things you like about them.
4. NO BEING AWFUL. Do NOT give backhanded compliments or secretly troll people or things like that. The point of this is to be good to one another. Go be good to one another!
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[One December afternoon as carols and the sound of jingle bells belt from every business' speakers, filling people with Christmas cheer (and exhaustion) weeks before the actual event, one imPort posts a text to the network.]

You'd think that with there being four of us ordering at least one of us would get our name right, right?

l o l no


[Attached to the post is a selfie of teens showing off their favorite signature holiday drinks, but the focus of the picture are the names -- confidently scribbled across the cup of each drink are Grant, Kenneth, Utah, and Moore, and anybody who knows these boys will know that those are pretty much the 4kids dub version of their names at best.]

Let's pretend there's a campfire and share some stories about ways your name has been spelled or pronounced since coming here. I'm sure it's happened to a majority of us. (´。` )


((ooc: Any of the boys featured in the post -- Gran, Kidou, Endou, Ken -- may respond to you!! Likewise, feel free to threadjack and hit up anybody and consider it a shitpost free-for-all. HAPPY HOLIDAYS.))
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[ The voice sounds a little creaky and crusty, like he's not entirely awake and there's even the light swishing sound of someone rubbing at cheeks with a bit of stubble on them. Clearly, he's doing other things while he makes this message, including... pouring something or other. ]

So apparently you can completely remove me from my home, my team, and my coffee maker and some things never change.

I came in beginning of the month and, uh, still kind of finding my way around this place. This place being the city I'm in, my new job, the new housing, new coffee maker-

[ A faintly awkward pause. ]

Sorry, it's kind of a necessity. Anyway, I've been kind of browsing around and I've seen what MIGHT be some, uh, familiar names? If so, I'd, uh, well, I wouldn't mind chatting with you. If not, uh... alternate universes and time travel and people not knowing who I am is not something I'm unfamiliar with.

So hi. I'll... try and be a little more awake next time. Have an ice breaker or something ready.
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[ The video opens with Sarah sitting on her couch, leaning into the camera. She's got her hands folded in front of her and it looks, for all intents and purposes, that this is some kind of rehearsed speech. When she begins, though, it's clear that this isn't something she's memorized—it's just something she's thought about a lot and is finally ready to say out loud. ]

Hey. My name's Sarah. Some of you know me, or you've met one or more of my sisters. Right now, there are five of us, but that could change at any time.

[ She bites her lip, hesitates, then continues on. ] A couple months ago there were some rumors going on about us being, like, aliens or Russian spies or some other bullshit. None of that's true, but we understand why people've been getting suspicious about our story. So here we are, telling the truth. [ Though the camera is only showing Sarah, there's the sense that one or more of the others may be in the room as well. ]

We're clones.

[ She takes a deep breath. It's out, now. There's no taking it back. ] We're clones, and we're from a world where being a clone is a dangerous thing. You can say we've been lying to you, but we only wanted to make sure we were safe. I'd do anything to keep my sisters safe. If you wanna blame someone for keeping you in the dark, you can blame me for that. [ Another deep breath, and now Sarah sits back, less rigid, and uses one hand to scratch at the side of her neck. It's a nervous gesture, but a large part of her seems relieved for having told the truth. ] We'd been planning on making this announcement for a while, but something happened earlier that made us think now would be best. We want you to hear it from us instead of someone else.

[ There's a pause, then, and it looks like Sarah might be finished. Then she adds, ] So that's the true story. Not aliens, not spies, not whatever the hell people were saying about us. But not quintuplets, either. Clones. But people, okay?

We're still just people.

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Nov. 3rd, 2016 06:13 pm
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[The video opens with not only one Reyes, but two, in the kitchen of Heropa 16. Both Bianca and Jaime are visible, and it's initially coming from Bianca's communicator.

Bianca begins to speak first. She at least looks more rested than the last time she had made a post to the network.]


Hi, everyone. I'm Bianca Reyes, and this is my son, Jaime. [In the background, Jaime waves dutifully at the camera, though he remains silent. Hi, imPorts!]

Thanksgiving is coming up, and we know not everyone is lucky enough to have family or friends from back home here.

[Something that certainly hit home for Bianca, last month when Alberto disappeared. She looks over at her son.

Now it's Jaime's turn to pipe up, though he's certainly not as skilled a public speaker as his mother is. He doesn't even bother stepping forward.]


So, I know not everyone knows what Thanksgiving is. It's got a long history with, um, pilgrims, and how America was founded, but that isn't really what it's about anymore. Mostly, it's about spending time with people you love, talking about what you're thankful for, and most importantly, eating a lot of food. A lot of food. [He has to grin at that.

Bianca turns a bit to glance at Jaime, with a smile, before returning her attention back to the camera.]


Because of that, we want to invite anyone who doesn't have anyone here or has never celebrated Thanksgiving before to come and celebrate it with us. We might all be stuck here for the holidays, but we don't have to be alone for them.

[Jaime glances over at Bianca a little uneasily because this is a big get-together she's talking about - come on, supervillains, give this one a rest - but instead of voicing those concerns, leaves everyone with a parting request:] Oh, and, uh, since we don't know how big this will get… please bring something if you're coming! We can potluck it up. How big is this grocery list going to get?

[Bianca looks back over, knowingly. They'll have this under control!] It might take a few trips, it'll be fine. [That's not fine at all!]

We'll make sure there's enough space for everyone. If nothing else, the weather will be nice here.
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THE MAJORITY REPORT: OCTOBER 20TH, 2016

COOL STORY, BRO
As seen in weekly newspapers and the De Chima local news:
ImPort Leonard Snart got a chilly shock earlier this month when he was arrested for breaking into Wayne Technologies. The cold-hearted criminal is chilling out after being thrown into the cooler in De Chima. When asked to comment on his criminal activity, Mr. Snart gave us the cold shoulder before announcing that he was "full of beans - cool beans, actually" before frostily announcing he would unearth the coward who framed him.

Leonard Snart has since been released from police custody. He was perhaps glad to have his freedom, since when one reporter asked Snart what killed the dinosaurs, he simply said "the ice age".

TIME TO DO DIS-NAE NAE
As seen in advertisements and articles in newspapers, magazines, online, etc:
The happiest place on Earth is going to be the spookiest place on Earth this Halloween! Disney is offering special rates for its Magical Express between the city of Nonah, North Carolina and Disney World, Alabama. So take a day trip and have fun at Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party!

Disney also announced a special deal for imPorts: agree to take pictures or sign autographs for the park guests and your trip is free.

A-HOLE IN ONE
As seen on national news:
Ronald Chump announced that he will be spending the next two weeks in Toronto, Canada, for the grand opening of his hotel and eight golf courses. The hotel will be one of the largest in the world, expanding to a total of 7,200 suites and intertwining between the corresponding golf courses. Bwitter user kittyjones4pres questioned if this would in fact interrupt the flow of imPorts, citing a popular conspiracy theory that Ronald Chump is the humanoid shell of the mysteriously powered Porter.

PUNCHING DRUNK LOVE
As seen on Bwitter, Rumblr, Deddit, and morning news shows:
ImPort-themed Halloween costumes are always flying off the shelves this time of year, but after last month's events, there's one top seller standing out above the rest. Halloween parties are promising to be packed with these Inferior Iron Men, dressed in shoddy and battle damaged costumes that parody the armored Avenger. Many costumers online have been customizing with bruised makeup and "kick me" signs. One poster on Deddit constructed a full facsimile of Tony Stark's armor out of cardboard, and promises to use his new-found flying abilities to bumble drunkenly through the De Chima skies.

This Halloween is proving to be one to keep an eye out for, and Lulzfeed is planning to hold a contest where visitors can vote on the best Inferior Iron Man sighting.

URBAN LEGEND
As seen in local newspapers, along with the usual rumor-mongering online chatter:
Police are investigating the mysterious death of a young woman in downtown Nonah. Eyewitness reports are scattered, but all agree that on October 18, 2:19 PM a truck hit an unidentified female and a tiger, then flew into the air to land on the woman again. She was pronounced dead at the scene. The tiger appeared to be a Blickablake model from the ImPocreat line and emerged relatively unscathed from the accident.

The driver of the truck, Lief Olesen, could not be reached for comment, having suddenly decided to pursue a lifelong dream of going off the grid and living completely secluded from society.

The body was taken by ambulance to the nearest hospital, where it disappeared seemingly of its own accord before an autopsy could be performed. Rumors are already circulating that the residents of the now infamous haunted alleyway are beginning to step past Maurtia Falls' boundaries - or worse, that the rash of bizarre murders has continued unabated. While officials have quashed the outlandish claims, even they are forced to admit that they have no earthly idea how a corpse could remove itself from a morgue with no witnesses.

Authorities believe that the ImPocreat's master may be involved in both incidents, having been seen by many arguing with the woman just before the truck allegedly took to the skies. An anonymous source has provided a photograph of the individual, and anyone with information concerning his identity or that of the victim is encouraged to contact the Nonah police.

HOW STARR-TLING!
As seen on Bwitter, Rumblr, Deddit:
Employees at Starrware, co-founded by imPort Karen Starr, were taken by surprise as their co-CEO was seen dragging an older man out of their offices. According to witnesses, the man, known as The Doctor and another imPort, had shown up around noon in the building and begun behaving suspiciously. When asked to cite his reasons for being in the building, the Doctor explained that he did not trust Ms. Starr and wanted to check her research for temporal anomalies as well as “really obvious baddie stuff.”

Ms. Starr had apparently requested he leave, but he remained insistent on examining every inch of the building. The two were reported to have gotten into a heated accident before Ms. Starr was seen punching the Doctor and physically and roughly escorting him out of the building herself.

“I like Karen, she’s smart,” says one employee who wished to remain anonymous. “But she isn’t very… womanly, you know? She should have let security do their job. I think she was rough on the old man.”

NOT A PERSE-PHONY
As seen on Rumblr, Bwitter, Deddit, Photogram, and the nightly news:
An imPort named Persephone (who claims to be THAT Persephone) is putting on concerts that she refers to as "communions." While most attendees just fucking love her music, there have been reports of fans collapsing, suffering panic attacks, having visions, traumatic flashbacks, or even becoming enraptured with religious fervor while she sings. Probably more than a view BlueTube videos of people freaking out- but the audio on the recordings are completely garbled. Kids coming out of her shows are claimed to be more aggressive/likely to cause mischief than before they went in.

Others are claiming that she does not sing and that there is no music, only a girl in tacky clothes standing on stage and chanting in tongues.

In short, reviews are extremely mixed, but tickets are none-the-less selling like hot cakes.

ELECTION DYSFUNCTION
As seen leaked on Bwitter:
Rumor has it that the upcoming imPort Ambassador forums will involve a limited number of imPort-submitted questions. Oh my!

CODE SWITCH
The Homeland Security Advisory System has moved from DESPERATELY WRONG BEIGE to MODERATELY SKEPTICAL PINK because pink makes the eye squint (in a conjunctivitis way).

WANT TO SUBMIT TO THE MAJORITY REPORT?
The Majority Report 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.

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Oct. 7th, 2016 07:17 pm
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[The screen of their communicators flickers to life with a fluorescent glow. Initially, there's only a hint of someone there-- thick red fabric, chain mail, a hammer.]

I had prayed to come to good tidings. Greet friends, and assuage fears. To bolster thy strength with mine own.

Instead, I come here haunted by past misgivings I thought requited, by a name all too familiar to me. If you know him as well, I would like to speak to him.


[It doesn't sound like a request. The image swings up high to a broad faced man with long blonde hair. A winged helmet. His eyebrows are drawn down across a brow rigid as though it were carved from stone.]

To my friend.

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Oct. 4th, 2016 02:49 pm
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[For this first message, Elena puts on her very best for-the-camera smile. No second chance at a first impression, after all. It's a little strained, thanks to her injuries, but the painkillers have helped a lot.]

Hey, everybody. Where I'm from, video chatting isn’t that common outside of Skype—mostly people stick to e-mail and text messages—but since things are definitely different here and we’re something of a closed community, I thought I’d do as the Romans do.

[She gives a little wave.] I’m Elena Fisher. Back home, I'd say you might recognize me from TV, but I don't think history shows and the evening news cross dimensions, so I won't bother. I certainly didn’t expect to do that myself, but I doubt any of us did. And there are worse options.

[Such as death by grenade.]

Silly question time, but juuuuust to make sure—no one’s heard of a megalomaniacal immortal warlord cutting a swath across Europe here, right? Just checking.

Oh, and residents of Heropa #018—hi, I'm your new roommate. I should be there later tonight or tomorrow, but it depends on when the hospital lets me out. I had...kind of an accident right before I found myself here.
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[The gravity of somehow escaping death (even if he's not entirely sure this isn't some weird afterlife, yet) is enough to put Harry in an unsettled and confused mindset. What tips it into freaking out is being dropped in the middle of a new place with new responsibilities by himself. He's never had to do anything completely on his own before, and the prospect is more than a little daunting. Suffice it to say that as soon as he was showed to his new home, he immediately ran to his room and locked himself inside. Sorry, roomies.

Since then, he's been waffling around with whether or not to ask the imPort network for help. Pride says no, but desperation says yes. Eventually, he settles somewhere in the middle.]


Hey, um. Is there a map of this place I can get a hold of somewhere? I am so lost. [He laughs, and it's almost entirely convincing to an untrained ear.] Back home, I had a driver I could just say "Take me to this place!" to and they'd take me there. No such luck here, huh? I mean, I guess you could hire somebody, but I'm completely broke at the moment. [The reminder makes his stomach flop. Going from a billionaire to nothing in a second is... well, he's going to have some trouble adjusting.

He sucks in a quick breath before continuing.]
Oh-- and for the record, I'm in... [A pause as he tries to recall the name-- and ends up somehow butchering the pronunciation:] I think it's called De Chima? Anyway. If anyone's got some advice for settling in here, I'd appreciate it.

[It seems like he might end it there, but something's been niggling at him since he got here. Now's as good a time as any to bring it up, right?] By the way... this whole "alternate worlds" thing. Is that for real? Are you guys really from other places?

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Oct. 4th, 2016 01:33 pm
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[ Today he is alone in addressing the network. That does not mean Damen is not nearby, he usually is. It was just easier to do this himself. And his lover would probably have something to say about the vaguely insulting tone in which he's doing it. That too. Laurent's clothing is still a little too severe for a person so young. Buttoned up all over, he looks like someone who should hold himself rigidly. And maybe he does, most of the time, but there is a languid set to his shoulders, a well-formed ease that could almost suggest he’s friendly, approachable as he holds the camera up.

When he talks, it is with the manner of one used to addressing people.
]

Tell me of this world’s government. [ It's a command, thankfully softened at the edges by his countenance. ] Politics has always intrigued me, though I would not profess to be know it intimately. [ The thin lipped smile twitches almost bashfully, like an apology for his ignorance. ] I have heard, however, that there is no monarchy here, that those who rule this land are chosen by the people. Apparently that is a better way of things. [ He says apparently like someone has tried to tell him the sky is pink. ] I would like to know why.

Where I am from, we have kings. The right to rule is in their blood, and they will have been schooled for it from birth. They are therefore prepared for the role, more capable than the common man. [ Something like amusement crosses his face. It would be easy to fall for this act, to think that he's just a young man unused to a world like this, and not a king who considers the whole thing a ridiculous mess. ] But you would elect the common man in a king's place. How can you be sure, then, that it is the right choice? People are easily charmed, I understand that. [ Stupid people, he thinks. ] But a smiling face and a firm handshake does not make a clever man, nor a sane one. When I look at the choices that have been made here, I confess that it alarms me. [ Ronald Chump needs someone to run him through with a blade, honestly. ] I would not like my life to be led by an idiot. But people must sleep soundly at night and therefore you must be satisfied, I simply do not see how.

Though, like I said - [ He waves one hand loosely. ] - I don't know much about politics. Perhaps someone can educate me.

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Sep. 23rd, 2016 08:26 pm
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Imports, let's talk about the future.

[ Well well. There he is. He looks a lot different from the man he's been pretending to be, but it's in small, subtle ways. Head held higher, drink in hand, sunglasses propped on his head, the suit's a little looser, disheveled. In the background, there's the sound of a pout, like someone's disappointed he's not gallivanting around, instead taking time on the network. Instead of a clear liquid, like last time -- it's amber, definitely some kind of whiskey. ]

What do you want out of a future? Prosperity? Peace for imports? The ability to go home? That last one isn't really under any of our control, by the way, no matter what anyone says. How about being treated equally? Wouldn't it be nice if we weren't the exception, but instead a part of the norm? When superpowers become normal, when they're something that can come within, suddenly, it's not about where they come from, what their world is like, or what weird things influenced them -- because we're all human, at the end of the day.

But that doesn't mean that humans can't be the best they can be. [ He sits in his seat, and puts his feet up on the desk, crossed at the ankles. He's obviously not recording from a comm, but an internal camera. ]

And I know, I know -- some people are going around, saying that I'm not "myself", but what they don't understand is that I'm doing exactly what I've always done. You know that? I've been a futurist for as long as I can remember -- even before coming here -- and I've worked to build a future that I can be proud of. You know, when people look back, they're not going to look at the people who never made a difference, those among us who are content to just let things slip by, and make no waves. No, they're going to look to the people who changed the world, and if they didn't make the best one, then legacies are stained.

I don't know about you, but I don't want my legacy to go down with a whimper. I'm going to make the future better, whether you like it or not, and oh -- you can hate me, you can hate what I've done all you want, but...

At the end of the day?

I'm being the best person I can be. And so will everyone else. Things are so much easier, so much better if we don't let ourselves be held back by those issues. When we're held back by control, trying to pretend to be just as stupid as everyone else out there, when we're hiding our powers, our genius, what makes us great? We've done nobody any good. I stopped worrying, and it's been...

[ A pause. He breathes. ]

It's like a whole new world opened up before me. I recommend it, you might even like it.

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Sep. 21st, 2016 06:23 pm
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[ This was not the route Charles wanted to take with this. But his attempt to handle it privately and internally had been met with the same level of dismissal as the conversation he and this version of Tony Stark had back in April.

Which was to say, complete dismissal.

After speaking with Peter, Charles had spent a few hours on the top of the roof considering his next move. Tony was … Tony had been his friend. One of the first he’d made upon coming to this new world, second only behind Erik and at times a support for him when Erik had been … Erik.

He didn’t want to have to do what his gut was telling him needed to be done, but if Charles had learned anything from tangling with En Sabah Nur; if he’d learned nothing else from Raven, Hank and Erik … he’d learned that he couldn’t just bury his head in the sand and hope for the best. Hope was important, hope was vital but it could be just as destructive when not balanced with the resolve to do what needed to be done, when innocent lives were on the line.

Though he had now been awake for almost two days straight, a fact that might be noticeable to anyone who knew him well, the professor was sharply dressed (three piece suit and all) and looked resolute from behind his desk. He had been busy, from well before dawn and up to this point.

He had shifted pieces all across the chessboard and while he did not delude himself in to believing that Tony was even in check, Charles knew the next moves would require aid from the imPort community as a whole. ]


Good morning.

It is with great regret and sincere apology, we must announce to the world that an internal investigation has revealed that the StarkTech “4” application is an abomination and an expression of the weakness and failure of its creator; Mr. Anthony Edward Stark.

[ Peter Parker is standing behind Charles and to the right, leaning slightly on the desk to keep himself in frame. Where Charles is dressed to the nines, Peter looks like he’s come straight from the lab--rolled-up sleeves, goggle hair and all. He sways forward as though he’s about to cut in, then just as visibly bites it back before he waves Charles to continue. ]

Non IC cut in which it comes to light that Tony Stark is an ass. An even bigger ass than usual )
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[ The feed opens on a video that looks like it was recorded by something much higher quality than the standard imPort communicator, as a dark-haired woman walks down a runway in a very colorful drape dress. The colors blaze across the fabric in a way that seems both orderly and wild, passing from the hottest pinks and yellows at the shoulders to a blues and purples at the hems, mixing and mingling in the middle like the angriest possible pastels. A few of the colors even hit hues that don't look like they're naturally occurring, at least not on this planet.

It's the centerpiece of the Maryam Spring Collection, being showcased tonight in New York.

But, as the model nears the end of the runway, she looks disconcerted for a moment, as if suddenly struck by indigestion. She does her best to keep going and playing it off, but eventually she has to stop and turn her head toward the ceiling...as she burps out a large puff of flame. There are sounds of awe and shock from the audience as everyone's phones start flashing and snapping away, and the model turns back to walk as briskly as she can back behind the curtain.

The clip ends, and the video cuts to a frazzled Kanaya, broadcasting from her communicator backstage. She's wearing the biggest, fakest smile her fangs will allow, eyes wide and distressed. Behind her, the same model can be seen in the changing room, still wearing the dress, guzzling bottled water while steam pours out of her mouth. Kanaya glances back at her, smile unwavering, and the woman is clearly very upset that she can apparently breathe fire now.

Satisfied that the extent of the situation has been conveyed, Kanaya turns back to the camera, letting only one word escape her grit teeth.
]

Help.
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[ Skeets is holding his communicator in one of his little robot claws, mostly so he can let himself be seen on video. Which is to say that he's a small, gold robot with wing flaps. ]

Greetings, network. I seem to have lost my photogenic companion Booster Gold, so I’ll just introduce myself. I am Skeets, a BX9 security robot 2.0 and artificial intelligence.

[ He pauses before adding an addendum with some robotic smugness:] Professor Skeets, actually. I’m pleased to make all of your acquaintances.

[ A local bystander comes up with a phone. "Are you a real robot? You’re an imPort, right?" ]

Yes, ma’am, but I’m in the middle of something –-

[ "Can I take your picture? Oh, you’re so cute!" ]

…If you’ll excuse me, ma’am.

[ And Skeets flies up to rooftop height before continuing his post as if there hadn’t been any interruption. ]

I’d also like some assistance. It appears that the Porter granted me the ability to assume a human form. For the record, Porter, this is unnecessary. I’m a proud, independent robot who needs no limbs.

That aside, I’m having difficulties with my balance and if anyone has any tips for walking on two legs, I’d appreciate it. There aren’t any tutorials on how to be a human on wikiHow. Shocking, I know.

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Sep. 5th, 2016 08:04 am
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I would be happy if you'd do me the honor of answering a few questions.

First, I would have it known how a doctor sets about establishing their license to practice. Is it the case that such legality is established upon entrance to this world? I highly doubt any sane medical council would permit an unlicensed physician to remain in post, as negligence is surely as endemic in this world as anywhere else. Pertinently, what funding is available for research fellowships, or starting one's own practice?

Second, might those of you with an appreciation of medical science be willing to permit me to make an account of your state of health? A physical examination with all that's entailed. Were I so fortunate as to receive your participation in medical screening, I dare say that it would assist the future treatment of everyone.

Please do me the honor of withholding your response if it fails to address either point in question. You have my gratitude, in any case.


[Do reply though. That's just his ego showing.]
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( she's relying on the relative anonymity of text, even though Emma can't exactly hide who she is, when the network tracks every user. still, she can't help herself, and in a town full of others that just got a heaping helping of powers they didn't ask for, it seems like a good time to ask. )

how do you handle having powers that are so much bigger than you?
how do you control it, so nobody ends up hurt?
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[When the video turns on, Selina is not looking at the camera. She's looking down at her lap, reading something that is clearly more interesting than the camera pointing at her. She's dressed in normal clothes, aiming to not seem like she's anything special just in case anyone cares or anyone who might recognize the cat suit is around. She's in a very plain room, back to a plain wall so that's all you can see. She's not dumb enough to reveal where she is to a bunch of strangers. She wouldn't even be doing this, recording herself, if she weren't curious about some things]

So, this whole hero thing? It's a joke, right? Because I know I found it pretty hilarious. [She's no hero. And registering for things? No thanks. She's no one's toy and she certainly doesn't take orders from anyone] Superpowers? Government registration? Cute. Never was much of a fan of government organizations, personally. Not that I didn't appreciate the warm welcome.

[She doesn't have time or patience for all this] Hilarious. [She tosses something aside, a folder, with her free hand and finally looks up at the camera] Oh well, no point dwelling. How's everyone enjoying their kidnapping today?

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