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[In stark contrast to the stunt she pulled last month, Kay looks worried and serious. There are no theatrics today, no fancy gestures, just a girl who hasn't slept well the night before and who is frightened for a friend. She sighs, her hands clenched into fists on her lap.] 

Mr. Edgeworth hasn't come home for three days now. [Her voice is quiet and somber, and has no room for jokes or tricks.] Has anyone seen him?


He hasn't even contacted me or Franziska. [Her lip quivers.] We've tried sending him messages and calling him, but...nothing.

I-if anyone has any idea where he could be, let us know. Thanks.
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[ Good evening, Mask or Menacians.

Today, you'll be treated to the chaos that is Nonah 005 on a movie night. On camera are the Pines twins, a tiny wizard, a minotaur, a wannabe Arthur Fonzarelli, and some kid with Troll doll hair. But most prominently shown is one Ken Amada, who you might recognize as "that kid with the dog" or "the forty year old man trapped in a twelve year old's body." Kittens wander in and out of the area, while Koromaru sits comfortably at the cameraman's hip.

Barely audible in the background is the noise of explosions and gunfire -- but don't be concerned. That's probably just the movie. Probably. More troubling is the way the Fonz and the Troll are bickering over the gratuitous violence while everyone patiently ignores the hell out of them. Well, everyone except Ken, who seems to be gritting his teeth.

Quietly, Star-Lord, our illustrious cameraman, murmurs into his device as he zooms in on Ken. ]
Some shit's about to go down. You see that vein popping out on his forehead? That's the vein of someone who's gonna snap.

[ The teens' arguing goes on for another half a minute, during which time Ken seems to become more and more irate. When their squabbling finally reaches a crescendo, the kid rounds on them. ]

Would you two shut the fuck up?!

[ And just like that, the room goes deathly silent -- save for a timely record scratch, courtesy of the film they were trying to watch.

And then, Peter Quill starts cackling. ]

Oh my God, I'm totally posting this.

(( cover your ears, children. expect a whole lot of threadhopping. ))
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[There's a certain anonymity in text. A certain kind of power.

Invisibility affords safety and security, yet enables the greatest cruelty. It offers the individual the chance to be sucked into the swirling whirlpool; that spiral pathway to the state of consciousness called the group mind. And at the heart of that mind is fear.

Fear is the first and greatest teacher anyone can have, he knows. How people could begin to understand the world without developing their exploration of fear, he had no idea. A child without fear of their parents is a child without an awareness of danger. Parents insure their children against failure by making them terrified of a lack of success - of being worthless in their eyes. The first lesson begins with parents, yes.

He hadn't known his parents. He'd lived with his Granny, who'd taught him to see fear was everything and nothing. It was power and control. It was empty and meaningless.

Mothering Sunday. Father's Day. Parents' Day. Today being what it is, he will help people see the truth. Should they choose to close their eyes, he'll force them open.]

Fear is the greatest enemy; the father and mother of suffering.

You set aside a holiday in which you convince yourselves you love, respect and admire your parents because you fear that you don't care. They grow old, yet you can't wait for them to die.

You give or receive gifts, but none of you are willing to focus on the motivation behind this day. You buy parental approval to avoid being called a failure. You buy cards because you fear voicing questions. You buy into the dream that keeps you an eternal child because you fear the day that comes when you will eclipse their presence.

The religious amongst you fear the Lord; the Father of all. Some of you revere Mary, the Mother of God.

But you are all terrified, frightened children. Scared of the truth. You will never win the approval you crave. You will one day be alone. You will be told you should never have been born. So you celebrate to forget. Except you forget that without a child, both Father's Day and Mother's Day are meaningless. What about the millions of children who have no father or mother?

Why do you lie to yourselves? Why do you celebrate at all?
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[This is Kay Faraday.

This is Kay Faraday moving the focus of the video away from her and toward the couch, where Miles Edgeworth is fast asleep and drooling on his pillow. She giggles quietly at the sight before approaching him slowly, the view zooming in toward him. Then she whispers:]

Hey, Mr. Edgeworth, it’s waaaay past lunchtime!

[She gets no response out of that. But right now no one can see her facial expression because her device is still pointed toward Edgeworth.]

Mr. Edgeworth, the fridge is empty!

[And this is Edgeworth, rolling over on his side, mumbling something about “groceries” and “later”. His eyes are still closed, and he dozes off immediately.

There is a pause as Kay considers her next move. Then, without warning, because she’s still off-screen, she proclaims in a louder, more mischievous voice:]

Mr. Edgeworth, smile for the camera!

[Edgeworth blinks, staring blearily at Kay and the camera. Kay… camera…? Cam...er…]

Augh! KAY!

[And he bolts up immediately, lunging for the device. Kay hurriedly steps backward with a yelp, and the video ends there.]

[013] Video

Jul. 8th, 2015 07:56 pm
bulwank: @shuumei (fortyeight)
[personal profile] bulwank
Greetings imPorts.

[His volume is far lower than it usually is, more near well... a normal speaking volume. That and the usual furrow in his brow and intense expression is softened.]

First allow me to welcome all those who have recently arrived. I am Gamagori Ira, Nonah ImPort Ambassador. I am one of the individuals responsible for assisting any imPorts with whatever they may need, and that goes especially for the imPort residents stationed in Nonah, North Carolina. Welcome. Please see to speaking to me should you have any questions or issues.

My main purpose for this announcement-- [A breath, glancing down, then up to the camera again.] Is to inform all those familiar with the imPort, Inumuta Houka, that he has been ported out.

[Another pause. Ah... his stomach turns a little, his lips curling in. How many of those from his home now has that been? It's to be expected the sort of emptiness widening in his chest. But this isn't necessarily a surprise. They would all leave here... eventually. Iori, himself... He's not one to dwell in loneliness, but a man that prides himself on protecting those he cares having to see them leave one by one, will feel it shake his foundation.]

He was important to me, and important to the imPorts as a united group! Through his skill and intelligence was I able to organize and create the Nonah ImPort Training Facility we have today. An ally!

-A friend!

And what I began to accept as part of my family.

[...What else can he say... does he need to? The words are harder than they should be to say and he feels his skin heat slightly. Gamagori's not the sort to hold back his tears either, and so when he closes his eyes in his silence, one or two roll down his face. He leaves them for a moment before breathing in deep and raising a hand to wipe them, looking back up again.]

That will be all.

Thank you.
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[personal profile] runningstart
What's the longest someone's ever been here? A few years or something, right? Four? Five.

[The camera goes all skewed when Wally sets his phone down nearby. He picks up a container of Hershey's chocolate syrup and empties it into an ice cream carton before reaching for a soup spoon to eat out of it.]

Y'know what's nuts? I bet someone could live a whole life here, if they never got Ported out. If it gets stabilized or something? Like, what if somebody showed up when they were like ten, and then they lived here for fifty years? They could have kids, grandkids. Graduate, get a job, maybe do the superhero thing if they felt like it. [Shakes up a can of whipped cream and sprays it into the carton.

...keeps spraying. Until. Until it's empty.]

You could totally have a whole dual life here. Would it be a dual life if it stops existing when you go back? -but yeah, you'd be on your deathbed and then you could decide, okay, that's enough, and get Ported back home and you're ten years old again and you live whatever life back home.

[huge spoonful into the mouth] 'N 'f y'think 'bout it, [swallow] isn't the life you forget just as important as the one you actually die in? I mean, just because you go back home and don't remember your friends, they still remember you. Or I dunno, maybe it stops counting if they forget you too.

But scientifically, I mean, it doesn't. Doesn't not-count. It counts, even if people forget, because it still exists in reality. That's the cool thing about the multiverse hypothesis- I guess it's not just a hypothesis anymore, knowing what we know about here. That there's infinite possibilities, and the only reason one doesn't exist is because it just hasn't been discovered yet. I mean, it doesn't matter if you subscribe to Tegmark's levels or Greene's types, it's all still the same, right? Possibility.

Holy crap, this is great ice cream. [He turns the carton to face the camera.] See that? "Red, White and Bugles." Whoever thought of putting chips in ice cream deserves a medal. [He turns the carton back on its side and scrapes out the last of it. ...and then pours more chocolate syrup on the spoon and licks it off his hand like a pig.] Mmmm.

Anyway. I started out with the point, but I can't-


Anybody else here never wanna go back home? I know there's some of you with crappy apocalypse worlds that don't have a whole lot to offer. Or what about staying here sixty years and then just going right back to where you left off? Sixty. I think I said fifty. Whatever, not important.

Get this ice cream, it's freakin' bomb.


Jun. 5th, 2015 07:06 pm
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Hey. is this thing- oh. Hey!

[The kid on screen gives a gap-toothed grin at the camera.]

Oh man. Okay, this is gonna sound pretty whack to just say out of nowhere, but... is everyone here actually human? Or, well, most of ya, I guess. [He pauses, takes a breath - gotta keep himself calm, make a good impression - and gives a quick wave.] But hey, I'm Finn! Finn the Huma- huh, that's totally tables now, isn't it?

[ A n y w a y ]

I was gonna ask if you guys had seen a few people, since I guess this place pulls people here randomly? But it looks like things've been pretty bananas around here. Anyone need a hand?

001 | video

Jun. 2nd, 2015 09:33 am
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[The man seated uneasily in front of the camera probably looks familiar to anyone who knew or knew of Saul Goodman, ex-defense attorney and daytime TV judge extraordinaire. He has the same face, mostly, save for the abundance of hair on his head (which is sticking up just slightly, like he's been exposed to a stiff breeze or, in his case, static electricity) and fewer wrinkles around his eyes than anyone who got close enough to him might remember. And his smile, just like Saul's, is playfully crooked — though it's laced with a nervousness that doesn't really fit the image Saul projected whenever he had an audience. This man isn't as confident as his older lookalike, that much is clear, nor is he as brightly dressed. (A white dress shirt and a bland, striped tie are all that's currently visible.)

But he has that same ol' sparkle in his eye, and he straightens up a bit as soon as he's ready to speak, which is a habit anyone would recognize: that sudden shift from casual to professional Saul made any time he approached the bench or a business meeting.

And as for his voice — that's the same, too.

This is almost definitely Saul Goodman, but:]

Hiya. The name's Jimmy McGill. James, technically, but — I prefer Jimmy.

[He lifts his hands into view. Saul's trademark (fake) Rolex and gold pinky ring are missing, but that's because they're obscured by a pair of heavy-duty electrical gloves.]

I've got a little problem on my hands, pun only halfheartedly intended. [A laugh, one quick huff of air. Saul's laugh: Heh.] Seems the powers that be decided I should have the ability to manipulate power itself. Electricity, I mean. More specifically — [A brief pause, a swallow. He tries to play it off; there's no reason this word should bother him.] Electromagnetism. So, since I have no idea how to control an honest-to-God superpower because they're not really real where I come from, this is... uh, it's an issue. Anyone got any tips? Tricks? Ways to wake up, maybe?

[He smiles again, this time thin-lipped and a little desperate. It looks like he's on the verge of panic.]

infomodder: ten thousand people in the freezer, maybe more. no, definitely more. everything is awful. ([ the sound of silence ])
[personal profile] infomodder
[Hello, Network. Sort of. It's a text post, nothing special.]

We have several holidays here, and none of them seem to be universal. A lot of them revolve around food. I've been curious about the foods from the worlds everyone else comes from that might not be common here. What's the best and worst where you're from, according to you? Has anything here been better or worse by comparison?
There is a certain brand of breakfast sausage where I come from that is undeniably repulsive and hasn't made the leap here, for example. The closest thing to it was a pizza from a place in De Chima that has since been shut down. Bass fishing has been better here than it was back home, though.
So what's stood out to you?

[A text post full of lies.]


May. 23rd, 2015 11:40 am
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[ Jello. Jello EVERYWHERE. The comm video snaps on to show some teenaged boy's room with the floor absolutely covered in the stuff, a solid three inches of it or more, like the world's weirdest blanket of snow. At least all of his tech has been moved so as not to damage anything important, but ...

Wow, he's never going to get the smell of jello out of his room. Never. ]

Wh - what the hell is this! Who -

[ The video doesn't show the speaker, but his name is kind of at the top of the post. Realization hitting in three ... two ... ]


video »

May. 12th, 2015 01:27 pm
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[ Someone's just given her first class of the day. The white-board behind Verity is wreathed in high-school physics ("What is a Vector? A quantity that displays both magnitude (numerical size) and direction...") used to teach the kids who are now enjoying a short break in between lessons (and yelling like freight trains outside). Setting down the video so she can wipe the previous writing off, if you know her then you might notice a little effort having been put into her appearance with an actual teacher-y skirt and heels. No joggers! She showered!! Amazing.

Tucking ruffled pink hair behind an ear, she pushes her glasses back up and flashes a smile. Little awkward, but. ]

Hi, my name's Verity Willis.

If you're a student at Xavier's School for Imports, this is a quick PSA that I'll be your new student counsellor from now on — it's been rehiring, obviously, and won't be closing, or so I've been told. Should you need to talk then come and find me, you don't need an appointment! I also teach Physics and Data Programming, so if you want an intro to either of those make sure you attend class over the next few weeks. When you can't find me in the classrooms or labs, come by the offices and one of the other teachers will give my phone a call.

[ About to sign off with a smile, she remembers to flatly add, ] Oh, and if you're going to lie about why you haven't done your homework? Don't. You'll get double just like the brave soul from the Tenth Grade yesterday.

( ooc: permissions! )
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[ In a vague attempt to not be depressed on Mother's Day Traci decided teleporting out of the country would be a brilliant decision. It's a way to pass the time and a way to distract herself. Besides, she told a few people she'd try it. So far it's gone okay. She's smiling brightly and leaning against her staff as she ]

So we all know if you leave the country you get AWOL status tattoo. I love how it changes, it's kinda cute in a creepy stalker way. [ Really creepy actually. ] I got a quick automated message too. Nothing too serious though. It looks like maybe it's not that big of a deal if you only spend a really short amount of time somewhere else. So far so good.

[ Although it looks like that may be changing. Off in the distance some men in what looks a lot like men in uniforms are approaching. They're speaking another language very harshly that can't quite be made out right now. Traci heard them though and she snaps her head around quickly to face them. They get a wave and her acting like there is absolutely nothing weird about her being there or her with her big stick. It's not hard for her to get that they're not happy though. ]

It's no problem guys, I won't be here long.

[ Actually, Traci it is a big problem! ]

Where did you come from? [ One gruff looking man demands in a thick accent. A very thick accent. More approach and Traci gets the distinct impression that this is her out time. ]

That is really not going to be a problem! [ They get closer and they talk among themselves quickly. ] You are to come with us. [ The same one says. Traci still seems perfectly chill and just sort of shrugs it off. ]

I don't think so. [ And with that the video just ends. Any responses will come once Traci has teleported herself back to safe grounds in her place in Heropa. ]

[ ooc: Postcards! Klarion gets this one, Kasumi gets this, Thane gets this, Jaime gets a postcard from everywhere she went including a bunch from Mexico (sorry Jaime), and Olivier gets this. If your character has some CR with Traci you can assume they got a postcard or some pictures! The postcards all just appeared magically because whatever to you post office ]
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[No more anonymous prank calls on the network this time, Kay means business, and she's serious this time - a melancholy kind of serious. She is sitting at a malt shop in Heropa, staring balefully at her half-full chocolate drink. Given her mood, however, to her the glass is half-empty.

Kay folds her arms over the table and sinks into her chair until her chin is resting on her arms.]

Okay. Just so everyone knows, Mr. Edgeworth got ported out. Again. [She sighs, pouting.] I dunno if he's gonna bounce back like everyone else who got ported out and then popped back in, like me. And I dunno if he left any instructions for anyone this time around. [Kay raises her head, straightens up, and takes a sip from the crazy, loopy pink straw.] 

...this wasn't exactly how I wanted to spend my belated one-year anniversary, but he's safer back home. For now...in case he'll be back. The Porter's weird that way. [A shrug, as she twirls her straw in what's left of her chocolate malt.]
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[The girl on the screen is sitting in a very elaborate, floofy dress. She claps her hands together in excitement when the video starts playing.] Oh, my! So it really worked, after all. I'm not sure what I was expecting...

Hello, everyone! This is a really exciting adventure, isn't it? To be in a brand-new place like this, with people we never could've met anywhere else! I don't think many people get an opportunity like this. At least, if they have, I've never heard of it.

My name is Euphemia li Britannia. [She pauses, and for a moment it seems like she's debating on saying something else] ...but you can all call me Euphie!

I found something really quite interesting when I was reading up on the history of this place. Did you know that in this reality, Washington's Rebellion actually succeeded? It's true! That's why this country is called the United States of America. And-- and Napoleon never invaded the British Isles, either, and the EU was only formed fairly recently!

Anyway, I've been asked to be a guest star on a history education TV program right here in the United States, so I hope to be able to bring you more interesting historical facts very soon!


May. 2nd, 2015 09:37 am
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[Hey there, network. Here's one Jaime Reyes who, unlike the rest of the population, looks well kept and well rested. He also happens to be wearing a shirt courtesy of Will Graham that says I DID IT ON PORPOISE, complete with an obnoxious cartoon porpoise on it, but he's not about to comment on that. He also happens to be holding a Starbucks cup with a logo that's distinctly not native to this world, because hey, it'd been a lovely, hot summer's day when he'd gotten Ported back in, and sometimes a guy wants a cold drink with some whipped cream on top.]

Um... hey, not to make it an echo chamber in here or anything [here's looking at you, Kotetsu] but apparently when the Porter takes people, it does it all at once. I got ported out a couple weeks ago, but apparently things went south while I was gone.

[A gift for understatement, this boy.]

It looks like the whole cure thing is under wraps now, but I read something about a dragon attack on top of it all? Once we got the all clear on the whole infection thing, maybe we should go and see about helping out the folks who got their houses, uh, trampled. [He frowns. It doesn't sound like it'd been a ball around here, but he feels bad for his absence anyway. He'll have to do what he can.]

...anyway, there's a bunch of people I need to check in with, so let me know if you're okay? I think you guys all know who you are.

[Private to: Power Girl]

I really wish I got back to you about this before I wound up being ported out, but I managed to get the report. There's some head trauma in there, and they said that either she took a heavy spill or got hit hard enough to snap her neck. There's no DNA on there, and they had some assumptions to make about how big the guy was, but if it was an imPort like you think it was, we could be looking at anything.

That's about it, honestly. I know that's not much help, but I guess the officials are as lost as we are about the whole thing.

[Private to: Will Graham]

Thanks for the present, Will. That was really nice of you. [It's a thank you that could sound rote, but of course, Jaime sounds genuine. He's going to treasure the heck out of that toolbox.]
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[Here's a face and voice that hasn't been seen for nearly three weeks or so. He doesn't look too great, either; not because he's sick (or formerly sick, for that matter), but because it's pretty jarring to go to bed on the second of April and then wake up in a Porter on May first to find out you missed a minor "zombie" epidemic and a dragon rampage. At least the last time this happened it had been a quiet month.]

...Hey, um. I'm back, I guess. Not that I remember going home, this time, but...looks like I lost about a month, anyway. Missed a lot, it sounds like.

[He hesitates a moment, as if he's unsure he wants to ask what he's about to ask, but then swallows and presses on:]

How--how bad was it? How many casualties...?

[He rubs at his neck, a little anxiously. Obviously he can't control port-outs, but he still acutely feels the guilt for not having been able to help. Not that he could have done anything if he had been here--he's no scientist, certainly--but the sentiment lingers nonetheless.]

If anyone needs anything, lemme know. I wanna help, if I can.

[That's everything he wanted to say, right? He doesn't think he forgot anythi--]

Oh, right, I'm Kotetsu, if you don't know me. Um, welcome, if you're new. Kinda late, but--anyway. Things aren't actually always terrible here, I swear.

[010] VIDEO

May. 1st, 2015 08:15 pm
bulwank: @vouloir (onehundredeight)
[personal profile] bulwank
[The sky is blue, the birds are singing- till they suddenly fly the hell off and out of the frame of the video once someone starts to yell. Gamagori is on screen, you're welcome. You might be familiar with him by now, either from various public announcements or events, or from his monthly patrols in all the ImPorts cities, usually ranging from 2 to 5 stories high.]

[Today he's showing up with someone else though, a looming smaller figure on the left, arms crossed. Blue hair, a white Goku Uniform in contrast to the gold and black one Gamagori always wears. They match, sort of? Inumuta remains quiet though as he stands beside him, for now, letting Gamagori speak.]

Gamagora Ira, Registered, Nonah ImPort Ambassador, and Inumuta Houka, Registered ImPort, both here now with a few announcements! Your attention please, Registered and unRegistered alike! This concerns all of you!

[Despite the volume, Inumuta seems completely unphased by it, standing at attention with his collar covering his mouth.]

[Gamagori takes a breath, moving to fold his arms behind him, chest out.]

First! Let me personally thank all those who assisted with last month's unfortunate events. Everyone that took part in assisting not only their peers but the civilians entangled in it deserve acknowledgement! Not everyone was prepared for something so intense but let it show all those new to this world or those dismissing the possibilities that there will always be a conflict ready to strain our backs and wrack our minds! We must always be ready! Concerning this- I will continue within this announcement, I urge all of you to keep your attention here until then!!

But first, I will allow my team mate a word considering another finished project.

[Gamagori will then step aside, though of course still managing to take up a lot of the screen. At least he better opens it up for Inumuta to step forward and speak. With nothing near the same ostentation that Gamagori presents himself with, Inumuta rather plainly steps forward and adjusts his glasses with the tip of his middle finger.]

Hello. As Gamagori had announced a short while ago, I have been working on an A.I. program, which I've since dubbed the Automated imPort Response System. It's job will be that if anyone, Registered or not, has a question related to imPort events, past or present, it will be able to answer them to the best of it's abilities. However, as an always learning artificial intelligence, there are still a few things it doesn't understand yet, and so please report to me any strange responses it gives. Thank you.

[And with that, he steps back to where he had been before taking his turn to speak.]

Thank you, Inumuta. [Said with a small nod as Gamagori steps back up, clears his throat, and raises his head.] And with that, I will continue concerning our preparation as imPorts here.

As many of you are aware, I, Gamagori Ira, as well as both Ambassadors of Maurtia Falls and De Chima, was given the responsibility of writing a bill to be passed in my city! Only recently has this been passed. I have been given permission to oversee the planning and creation of an ImPort Training Facility!

For those of you looking to sharpen your skills and learn to better discipline your powers and abilities! Or those merely wishing to handle their every day life with what the Porter has granted them and have no interest in pursuing the goals of a hero, this facility is open to you, Registered and Unsettled alike!

The creation of this facility is completely funded but will be accepting further funding to support the grande array of powers it should contain. Anyone with the interest and ability in planning, constructing, and managing this facility, make yourselves known! This is to be a structure able to withstand shifts in mass, elemental properties, changes in speed and exceptional feats of strength, among the many other abilities we've been given. Rooms designed to train in various situations for individuals or groups alike, a medical wing for those in need of such attention and those with the desire to learn it for themselves! Complete with a training program for all imPorts wanting to teach or to learn from others with abilities like their own!

Finally we will have a place to spar and train away from the possibility of harming others!

[He's really getting worked up about this... Gamagori just loves discipline though, gosh, and a facility for training? All aboouut discipline. But he'll take a breath, closing his eyes for a moment before continuing.]

A project like this will take time and effort, and we have been given allowance to not only create it as we see fit, but to control it ourselves. This Training Facility will be optional to imPorts, so if you have no interest in taking part or even using it in the future, dont. But to anyone able to assist in it's creation, or wishing to help manage it when it has been finished, I, as well as Inumuta Houka are open to questions.

Concerning the Tutoring Program, there will be an Application Process, if you have an interest in taking part as a tutor or will be looking for a tutor once the Facility is opened, please see to filling one out. I will begin going over them in the future, so if you don't get a response soon after, wait.

On a final note- LOCATION. [A breath, frowning a bit as he raises his head.]

Due to the SIZE this building may be once finished, it's location will not be in Nonah! So I ask you for your ideas on the best place to raise this project! Considering how far it may be, there will also be need for a group of individuals willing to work on a fast transit system, like the Porters even, that will assist imPorts in going to and from what location we choose.

Thank you for listening. [Not that you really have a choice since that power of his makes you listen...] We will now open our time up to questions, comments, and ideas, should you have anything else that may be a good addition to this project.

[ video ]

May. 1st, 2015 04:39 am
hostage: (pensive ☣)
[personal profile] hostage
So Emma's - Emma Frost, I mean - She's gone. I think. It's been like a week now, and I dunno if she got sick or... Anyway, I tried looking around for like a will or instructions or whatever but I can't find anything that says what the hell she wanted to do with this place if she ever went missing.

Which means... I guess... The Xavier School's gonna have to close. Unless there's somebody else out there who's got some experience running a school, 'cause I sure as hell don't.

Anybody living in the dorms: don't worry, okay, we're good to keep living here. Financially, at least, everything's paid for and they won't be shutting off the water or the lights or anything. It's just classes are cancelled. Indefinitely, I guess. or 'til we find a new Headmaster.

Okay, aside from that, I'm still around if anybody needs healing. Don't worry about infecting me. I'm good.
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Even if not everyone agree to registration- and believe me, I understand your reasons for that- I think there should be some sort of voluntary power list at the ready for situations like these. I'm sure there's a lot of people who'd have been able to help but didn't get the chance to until it was too late.

[He chooses his words carefully, simply a suggestion to leave out there. They did have a pretty extensive list back home and he contributed to it but he's aware something similar didn't have... good results, in another world. So he's been pretty hesitant to suggest it.

Still, he thinks it had to be said.]

That said: the 'Flare' is spreading, which is probably not a surprise to anyone. I'm fairly certain I'm immune and I can move fast, carry really heavy weights and fly so if anyone, anyone needs to be carried to the quarantine zone or thinks they can become a danger to others please contact me. Just yelling Superman to the air will do the trick- I'll be listening in.

I can also act like a living laboratory to anyone who's trying to work out the virus and find out a cure. Just- don't hesitate to contact me? We really need to work through this together.

Thank you.
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[OOC NOTE: This is an anonymous post, and the voice that will be speaking sounds exactly like Houka Inumuta's. Actually, this is Kay showing off her vocal replication powers by getting revenge on him for spilling all that information over the network during the Hornet mind clone invasion. All replies will be anonymous and in Inumuta's voice unless otherwise specified.

...Kay will be quick to give up the masquerade anyway. All she wants is to mess with him.]

Hello. I want to apologize for being such a massive jerk last time for leaking everyone’s information. [Well, he sounds...strangely resigned. Or is he just being sarcastic?] I would also like to take this time to say that I’m a real stick in the mud who sits in his computer chair for so long that it’s got an imprint of my butt, and it’s not just because my jacket’s all buttoned up too tight.

Someone should put a “Kick Me” sign on my back. It would do both you and me a favor.

That is all.


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