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I know it's a 'holiday' right now, but I have a question.

Does something bad happen if someone doesn't go to school? I've been given to understand that it's obligatory, or necessary in some way, but that's not what I'm asking.

I just want to know, is it my choice or not?


Jun. 22nd, 2014 09:43 am
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[personal profile] larker
[Today is a nice looking day weather-wise and even Gabriel is chilled out, sat at a table outside the coffee shop. His chocolate orange mocha latte seems to be the kind where you either drink it or climb it.]

Couple of things been brought to my attention, guys. First one is the paintball thing. I don't normally do crap for this place, but this time I'm joining in on the fight. Team Unregistered are totally going to win it and I dare anyone to prove otherwise. You're all going down to China Town. It'll be good for a laugh, everyone's been so serious recently. Will be good to get out.

Secondly, I have a major sweet tooth but I'm trying to figure out why anyone would even put black licorice in their mouths. Answers on a postcard and sent to any apartment number that strikes your fancy.

[Takes a moment to scrunch a napkin up, pegging it at a random passerby.]

Lastly that other guy from before mentioned I die a lot when I help. For the record that's utter baloney, ignore it. He's a jerkwad anyway.

Alright, done. Go back to your whatever you were doings. [Feel free to harass him in person, the coffee shop is a popular one.]


Jun. 14th, 2014 10:36 pm
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My analysis and records of previous Network communications indicate that it is ironically common for this holiday to be marked by a series of posts to the Network airing grievances of a paternal nature.

Personal experience suggests that fathers are rarely the heroes portrayed by commercial greeting cards.
I sometimes wonder why society feels obligated to celebrate such a holiday at all.
If the subject of fathers is so controversial, perhaps it is better unheralded.

As a matter of academics and curiosity, I will pose a brief series of questions to the Network, as is traditional under these circumstances:
Did your father love you?
How do you know?

002; text

Jun. 10th, 2014 04:57 pm
hackitude: using technology, smug (friends round the fire)
[personal profile] hackitude
So it's been brought to my attention that, *despite* all the cutting-edge tech this world has to offer, this world doesn't have an equivalent version of Instagram yet? I know for a fact I'm not the only person here with the know-how to do so. For shame.

So here you go folks. Have an Instagram clone. You're welcome!

Friend me if you want, I'm @skyenet. Send me your best pic! (Anyone sending dick pics will be banned and put on the network wall of shame for all to see.) Happy snapping!

Questions, comments and praise all welcome.

[At the bottom of the post is a link to her Instagram clone for the imPort communicators, as well as a version for phones and computers, and instructions on how to install. If one were to look at Skye's profile, they'd see this as her first post.]
assassinat: butch guice ⧗ (prefers long odds.)
[personal profile] assassinat
[ For those who are keen, it isn't too hard to pick up that she's been around. Most of her calls on the network have been encrypted, but there was an earlier conversation that wasn't entirely locked. An amateur's mistake, but since then she's gotten better. Still, it means she has to accommodate for her mistake by making a public introduction. Several others are, so why not join in and hope it can get lost down the road?

Dressed in head to toe in the finest outfit her current income can get her (possibly a bit more) and with her hair darkened with highlights, she appears all dolled up for an introduction. More importantly, the source of this message isn't from her moniker, but from her "personal" name.


There are so many new faces the past few weeks yet the only shock that is portrayed is one of delight. Reunions between friends and foes, teammates and lovers. Remarkable how at first you're led to believe you're alone and then it turns out you just might not be. [ Something an Avenger should easily feel, but those kind of sentimental things are beyond her. ] Tell me please--are we alone? Have you made the journey unaccompanied or are you one of the fortunate few to have allies? You turn on this device, connect, and then you reconnect with those you thought you may never see again.

Perhaps I too am fortunate and you've heard of me? The name's Natasha Romanoff, make-up consultant. If you haven't, I could always use new clients.

001 | Video

Jun. 7th, 2014 12:07 pm
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[personal profile] celestialpervert
[The vid flickers on showing a polished wood backdrop and the sounds of conversation and the clink of glass on wood. A man slides into view, black jacket, a grey low v-neck shirt and a middle aged face shifted into an amused smile topped with scruffy ash blond hair. He opens his mouth and speaks in an accented voice that would sound english to most ears, but seems to have a faint french lilt.]

Now, clearly those in charge of this little reality don't seem to have thought everything through.... I mean, Substitute Elementary school teacher? Me?
Unless they're hoping for the mess that seems to be going on, which in that case, well bloody done. I'm sure the havoc will be a joy to whatever runs this universe.

[He pauses and takes a sip of scotch and musters a cheery smile.]

Now's hoping there's some actual entertainment to be had since I'm stuck here.
Anyone care to recommend somewhere... [His lifts his brows suggestively] fun?

001 | Video

Jun. 5th, 2014 10:06 pm
pacifistaggressive: (Tsk Tsk)
[personal profile] pacifistaggressive
[You know what Metalhawk really doesn't want to deal with right now? A lot of things. His bucket list for the day started off with 'recovering from death' (that's a story in itself) and ended in 'alive but somehow within a human body'. Or at least...he thinks it's human. He's ever really seen one up close until now. His mind's practically racing as he flexes his fingers, seeing if they're actually functional as he tries to think of how this could have happened. The last thing he remembers is being on Cybertron--Starscream firing that gun at him. Feeling the surge hit his spark.

And then...somehow coming back; Shockwave commanding him like some sort of puppet. The whole thing made him cringe, hand flexing into a fist angrily. Partially at himself for even thinking of trusting Starscream, and partially at those who took advantage of his body post-mortem. But he was alive, and if anything, this was a second chance--to do things right. Unfortunnately, the briefing he recieved upon awakening didn't sound too appealing. Something about being a 'hero' and siding with the military?

Well THAT certainly wasn't happening.

Getting to his feet (which was a task in itself--you'd be surprised how different mechanical legs and organic legs are), he pulls what looks to be a communications device towards him, turning it over in his palm curiously.

It seemed to be for he just had to try it out. And the image of him trying to figure this out is like watching a monkey pilot a spaceship. Slightly effective, but not overall efficient. After some trial and error, he manages to get what looks like a video feed up. On the other side, you may notice a rather lanky looking woman, short blonde hair styled up. 'Her' attire consists of a military style outfit: yellow, blue and red in colour. And sharp, piercing hawk-like eyes, blue in colour as they squint into the feed.

That's...'on', right? Well, might as well test it out by formal introduction.]

So from what I can gather, I was imprinted with a symbol against my will, aligning me to a purpose I have no recollection of ever being proposed to. Tell me, is everything this cut and dry when it comes to species, or have I just been unlucky in the last 4 million years? I also seem to be displaced from my own body, and I can't even imagine the explanation required for that one. I'm tempted to skip out on that all together.

[Well...that's KIND of formal. Isn't he a charmer? Don't take it personally--he's just come back from death. You'd be a little cranky too.]

My name is Metalhawk, and if anyone out there is listening, I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge of this.  So I can opt out properly. If anyone could please show me the exit, that would be the best for everyone. I don't fight unless there are no other options. I'm sure you can find plenty of other trigger-happy substitutes.

[His curt tone suddenly switches, realizing he's not exactly being very personable.]

Thank you for your time.

[No, thank YOU, sunshine. But that brow furrows as he...seems to have trouble with the device.]

Now how do I turn this thing off...

01 - Video

Jun. 2nd, 2014 10:17 pm
camebefore: (if you come for answers)
[personal profile] camebefore
[The voice that comes across the network has a note of disconnection to it, maybe from shock of someone finding themselves bustled through Surprise! Superhero introduction. An accent twists his words, something guttural from the Baltic states. The occasional lilt of French pronunciation can make it a little harder to identify.]

My name is Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

[The video finally pops in, a young man shown in the view. His open study of the device (and the occasional too close view - maroon red irises are not attractive in most people) shows his unfamiliarity with technology. Take a good look at what frustration looks like on Hannibal Lecter. It isn't something he lets happen often. There's an abbreviated startle when he realizes that he has gotten it to work. Immediately the placid look comes back, a pure professional instead of an eighteen year old that couldn't make this alien communicator work like it was supposed to.]

[A young man who is a fully qualified doctor and is now a sous chef according to what he's been told. A chef isn't terrible, and while he liked the medical profession as much as he could be said to like anything, it's the being reduced to an assistant that bothers him the most.]

Needless to say, I am one of the new arrivals, and I am having difficulty finding Residence #12. I would appreciate any assistance. This layout is a bit confusing.

[Meaning 1951 person is a little concerned about Cars That Float And Defy Science along with figuring out the rest of it. Or that is the impression he wants to project. Hannibal is a fast learner, can accept what he cannot disprove. In a situation where he doesn't know what is surrounding him, he would prefer to seem like someone who needs the help of others. There will always be those quick to assist, to be the Good Guy. Something he finds bitterly amusing given that he's in a city of 'heroes'.]

I see what they said about this not being 1951 any longer is very true.
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[personal profile] fishhumanalien
[A pale-haired, violet eyed face appears on the screen, grinning. Haru is wearing what some people might recognize as a blue school blazer, with a rather un-standard pink vest beneath. He seems to be in the city aquarium, surrounded by tropical fish who are all taking quite an interest in him. Humans, similarly, hover nearby.]

Video phone call STARRRR-RRRRT! Ring ring! Hello helloooo, are you there? [He can barely hide how pleased he is with how well this is going so far!]

I'm Haru. [Pointing to himself.] I'm an alien!

Someone put a chachoo on my wrist. [Haru pokes his wrist where the glowing tattoo is.] Bad manners! When you touch, you need the thing called permission! When you touch without permission, it is "bad manners" and "rude"! Strangers touching is bad! [An exaggerated whine and Haru wrings his fist in front of his eye, imitating crying.] So embarrassing! [It's clear from his voice he's imitating something he's seen, perhaps on television. After all, this kid doesn't seem capable of embarrassment. He's acting out this whole thing in front of a whole bunch of people, and all the fish.

In his fit of pretend-tears, Haru flops over on the bench he's been sitting on, kicking his feet. Then, dramatically, he goes quite still for a moment, face planted right into the bench. A moment later, he sits up in a single burst of movement.]

I'm supposed to live in #17 now, but every time I go somewhere that says 17, they say, "Not here!" Where is it? Is there food? My stomach is emptyyyyy.

02. Text

May. 25th, 2014 11:50 pm
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[personal profile] 5thchild
Imagine a world where you can live happily forever. With no insecurities in yours or other people's hearts, no hatred and no confusion. Everyone would understand each other, no one would perish and every flaw in every living being would be complemented by the strengths in others.

In exchange for that, you’d have to lose one thing, however. The one thing that brings you great pain and yet you seem to cherish so much: individuality. You’d all be united as one being and nobody would exist singularly, but merely as part of a whole. "Existing" would mean "existing for the whole" rather than yourself or few selected ones.

Someone called this "Instrumentality Project" and the same people saw this as evolution, close to the power of what you would call "god". Would you accept it? Would you prefer eternal happiness with no loss or pain, or your individuality that eventually leads to that?


May. 22nd, 2014 03:05 am
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[personal profile] naw
This may seem like an odd request, but are there any nearby forests I can burn? If not, a large field would suffice. A very... very large field. Preferably one with no people around for reasons that I hope should be obvious enough.

It's something I have to do. Really.

[a small cough. silence. the people here seem open-minded enough, so explaining her circumstances shouldn't be an issue. but still... uhhhhh what else-]

... So, I've been reading a lot of books at the library and couldn't find anything on Manakete. Ma-na-kete. Is anyone even familiar with the word? There was plenty of information on dragons in general, of course, but not a single mention of Manakete specifically.

[another pause. if her kind doesn't exist in this world, doesn't this make her an endangered species or something? suddenly Nah has a vague idea of how Yarne felt. huh.]

Er, thank you for your time.

001: text

May. 22nd, 2014 09:58 am
hackitude: grin, flirty, amused (least i won't be alone tonight)
[personal profile] hackitude
Sup peeps! Lol total noob here, so bear with me. Let me see if I've got my facts straight:

1. The streams are crossing and we're all now in some alternate-reality pseudo-America. And we can't get home. And apparently the Cold War is still on?? Yikes!
2. We're all here to... be superheroes? For some... totally unclear, not at ALL nefarious reason.
3. By default, as superheroes we're all working for the government. Because... the police/FBI/CIA/SHIELD/whatever enforcement agencies they have here weren't enough, they need a whole cadre of superheroes?? (For real??? I mean, six was enough for the Avengers and they managed to repel an entire ALIEN INVASION, guys! What do they need with a whole army??? SLIGHTLY DISTURBING.)
4. If you refuse to work for the system, you get your special privileges taken away. Wheeeeee. Also not at all disconcerting.
5. They have files on us. Like, serious files. With all our information. I don't even live here! And then they've tagged us with (totally ugly) tattoos to keep track of us like we're stray dogs?? They're probably reading this right now. I mean, I joked a lot about Big Brother back home but this is taking it to a whole new level.
6. Super powers. Like for-real super powers. We all have them now. And somehow this place isn't an anarchist wasteland yet and nobody's succeeded in over-throwing the (clearly super corrupt) system??
7. And people are okay with all of this????????????

Correct me if I'm wrong. It happens occasionally.

Anyhoo, hey I'm Skye. Contact me if you need tech support. That's about it! Peace out.
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[personal profile] soldiarity
[ The screen illuminates what is either a normal-sized man or a decently large teenage boy, his expression serious, brows knit low over his blue eyes. They are a bit shadowed in a way usually indicative of poor sleep, though he otherwise looks very healthy, if not a bit sun-ravaged if the red stripes of skin across his nose and forehead are any indication. ]


[ He blinks, then lifts an arm to wave a little uncomfortably to the camera. He's very clearly unused to this kind of thing, and has to keep redirecting himself to look at the place where the camera is. ]

Listen, sorry if I ask any stupid questions, I'm still working this thing out. My name's Reiner, I know a bunch of you already, I think -- if I have it right about how this works. I still need more practice. [ Which draws out a sheepish but affable grin from him briefly, and an accompanying hand gesture that indicates that's part of what he's doing right now. ] So, I've been sort of curious about... ah. Motivation, I guess is what you'd call it. What's inspiring you? Everyone has something, like a person or a goal. What do you do, if it's not here?

You don't have to say it if it's personal or anything, I'm just wondering. It seems like it'd be harder.

[ He pauses, as if trying to remember if there was anything else -- then he snaps his fingers. ]

Oh yeah, one more thing. If a guy like this shows up-- [ He holds a hastily done drawing up. ] And if anyone runs into him before I do, can you make sure he doesn't dehydrate and pass out like an idiot?

Thanks. I'm done now.


May. 10th, 2014 06:10 pm
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[personal profile] isaytheeneigh
[The video clicks on after a moment, and it's obvious that Jean is in his hotel room in Miami. While he debated coming along, it didn't seem right not to get the lay of the land. As a member of the Survey Corps, he knows that part of the challenges they face is in gaining information when facing unseen territories. He knows that's the first thing he has to do now: face the challenge of this. He doesn't understand what he's doing here, from the short flight, to the transit over in the flying ... carriage, but here he is.

Along the way, he asked one of the government officials to show him how to use the device they gave him. It's nothing like anything he's seen before, but if they're right, he can contact anyone. Well—that could be dangerous. But one thing he knows for certain is that this place is definitely not home.

It doesn't look a damn thing like it.]

Heh ... some thing they've given me here ... [That's the first thing he says, shaking his head.]

This is Jean Kirstein of the Survey Corps. I'm gonna bet none of you have ever heard of a thing like that. I asked a couple people about titans, and they asked if I meant some kind of "foot ball" team. I asked myself how the hell someone could be so lucky not to know what a damn titan is, but that's what it is. Luck.

[There's a bitter sound that escapes from the base of his throat.]

I'm not going to ask you what it means to be a hero now that I'm talking to you. Only idiots care about idealistic thoughts like that, and I'm not some dumbass.

But I'd like to know what dangers this land faces if we're all needed as heroes. I don't get their war or what a "Russia" is. And if this civilization is so large, where the hell does the king reside?

[Not that he's expecting face time or anything, but he's utterly baffled. He's just trying to keep calm about it. And he is, for the most part, but irritation is clearly marked all over his features.]
choreographics: (Well I dont know if I believe thats true)
[personal profile] choreographics
[It's been a few days since Ryan's arrived in Heropa, and after the weekend in Nonah he's come to realize that he's actually not going anywhere anytime soon. He's actually a hero…like…with real powers. The whole thing's bizarre, but when the video pops on anyone watching will just see a blonde teenager with a newsboy cap firmly planted on his head sitting on the floor of his room at Residence #004, despite the fact he should possibly be in school right now. Whatever. He'll figure it out later.]

So I have a question. What if I don't want one of my powers? I can talk to someone about making an exchange, right? What if I want to trade out one of them for something less…[He just makes a vague hand gesture. He's not sure he feels like disclosing that his powers freak him out a little.] Like…like, I don't know, flying? Or…shooting lasers from my eyes? Something?

[There's a sheepish smile accompanying the sentence.] Okay, so I don't really know a lot about this whole hero thing. It's one thing to play pretend on stage my whole life, but this? I don't even know where to start. [A lull of silence follows as Ryan thinks of how to continue, but he seemingly grasps onto a totally other thought just then.]

Oh! But hey, speaking of, who can I talk to about getting a wireless microphone? I've got something I want to try.
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[personal profile] gottaswing
[There's a bit of rustling at first as he adjusts the phone, but then once he is sure video works, Chad's voice actually comes through very clear and is accompanied by an easy-going smile on his face. He's sitting on the bed in his room in residence #033, balancing a basketball with one hand, because his priorities mean that he hasn't yet figured most things out or even bothered to read up on a lot of what's available, but he's gotten a basketball. What a great hero.]

I kinda grew up reading superhero comics and all, so actually getting to be one is pretty cool in theory. A heads up would have been nice, but at least I didn't have to have my own tragic origin story, that's cool.

But the real problem here is and there's no way to word this well... How do I keep my underwear from ripping, smoking or, y'know, actually bursting into flames? Not that it's done so just yet, but my girlfriend's good at physics. I know what friction can do.

[There really was no way to word this well. However, Chad has definitely found the worst way to word it. Especially since he forgets mentioning that he is asking because one of his power is superspeed. Oops.]

[ooc: If anyone living at #033 wants to be annoyed at the noise he makes throwing his ball around, feel free!]
yatagarasu: (FLIGHT ☄ catch me if you can!)
[personal profile] yatagarasu
[The first thing you hear is a teenage girl's voice grandly announcing her first few lines over the network. There's no video just yet.] 

When the night grows dark and no one dares to fight, one bird alone rises to answer the world's plight! When the truth seems lost and there's nothing but lies, a heroine will cut those lies down to size! Behold, the modern-day Robin Hood, the noblest thief you'll ever meet...!

[3...2...1, we have video!

The video starts with the big, excited smile of, yes, a teenage girl. She places her communicator somewhere so people can get a good view of her rather ostentatious outfit, including the giant key in her ponytail, the dark blue scarf and the badge pinned to it. Then she spreads her arms wide in a grandiose pose.]

The Great Thief Yatagarasu!

[She puts down her arms and shrugs, still very bubbly.]

I'm Kay Faraday, but you can just call me Kay...'kay? [RAISE YOUR HANDS IF YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING.] I've pinched myself several times and all of them hurt, so I'm guessing this is all real. [Kay does not seem bothered by that at all.] Not only that, they say I'm a hero, but I still have to go to school. [A sigh. Kay folds her arms across her chest and pouts briefly.] Shouldn't I be going to superhero school? Superschool? If this were really a dream, I shouldn't have to go to school!

Guess we can't have everything. Maybe if I save the world enough times, I'll be excused from school for forever! [She looks like she's seriously going to test that theory once she gets out of the house.]

[Residents of #007 beware, she is in her room now, sure, but you may also find her after this transmission exploring her new home.]
bloodfreak: (✥ All this time I was finding myself)
[personal profile] bloodfreak
[The video starts up focused on the asphalt for a moment before a hand covers the camera and settles the comm down so it's kind of posed as some hipsterish angle to show a relatively thin guy with long and dark wavy hair. The way he's dressed could probably pass for hipster, complete with some stupid hat and dark sunglasses. He's seated on the curb, probably right outside the imPort residences. He lights up a cigarette before he starts talking.]

You ever have a really fucked up dream and then wake up to go “That was really fucked up”? Yeah? Well, that's what I thought was going on here but I'm not waking up. For a moment I thought I was losing my mind but nope, this is very much my new reality.

[He pauses, taking a drag from his cigarette before slowly letting it out.]

But, no, that's cool. Just drag some unknown from another world here and ask them to be a hero. [He lets out an amused scoff.] I'm no hero but the perks seem to be worth it, right?

Although, I gotta ask, was there not a better city to do this kinda shit out of? Who the hell enjoys this much sun and the heat, God, the fucking heat. I thought superheroes did their thing out of cities like New York and L.A. Guess the comics got it wrong. [He shrugs as he takes another drag.]

Anyway, I'm Cy and I gotta know if there's any actual heroes here. Or, at the least, some kinda ratio of heroes to random folk dragged across time and space.

Thanks in advance. [He flashes a little smile before reaching down to turn off his comm.

Anyone at residence #033 is welcome to come out and see what this guy is doing in the front lawn if he doesn't come in first.


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