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[ oh well, look what day it is. with everything going on, it would be a shame if someone missed the reference. ]

Remember remember the Fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.


[ all right, to the meat and potatoes. ]

Significance reminder!! Note: Please take note that we've already had a lengthy Guy Fawkes conversation. If you'd be so inclined to keep the novelty down as he's unable to roll in his grave.

And what time would it be? Well it's history time!!!! :) Since Mr. Holiday still seems to be out of commission and unable to take calls, and we have a wave of violent naysayers that would so love another opportunity to liberate (I use it loosely) us, so I'm sure everyone has their work cut out for them. All this place needs is a little push before until we're full-fledged citizens, huzzah.

Now, what do De Chima, Maurtia Falls and Nonah all have in common? (Asiiiiiide from the obvious, ofc)

A long time ago in a universe far, far away....- there were 3 sisters. It's a little dry, but bear with me until we get to the juicy parts. N E WAY- The Sudiczki sisters decided to further their endeavors through living the dream of home ownership and mortal city founding. Amid readings I've found enough ironic jokes about the "strings of Fate" and "kindness of Fate" that would tickle anyone's pickle.

Amara married a rich guy in 1910. So we got Maurtia falls. Apparently it's always been a city for the less ethical and more business-minded. (Insert cough)

Lana headed off to follow her dreams of school in De Chima. She died in 1913, from what's rumored to be a series of experiments that she conducted on herself.

Claire founded Nonah, easily most prosperous of the three.

Now here's where it gets crazy........

Before Lana's death in 1913, she was supposed to contribute to the Nonah World Fair. Unfortunately we're a bit SOL on the deets, as all trails for the WHATEVER she was supposed to exhibit have long gone cold.

I hope everyone's enjoyed a little "possibly conspiracy" info dump. Tune in next time, etc etc.
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[ The following is secured to the network at 9 PM, via an ID that has not been present on it yet, a simple non-interactive bulletin. It will not be responded to, although imPorts are free to engage in discussion amongst themselves. ]

ATTENTION IMPORTS!


It is come to our attention that Unsettled imPorts have been allowed to skirt our regulations regarding what benefits are and aren't received up to this month, which is a dire oversight on the part of your liaisons and supervisors. Upon discovering that the budget for imPort benefits received far exceeded the amount needed for the current amount of Registered imPorts we have on file, further investigation showed that many similar oversights have been provided for non-Registered imPorts off the books that have not been sanctioned by those of us outside of Cape Canaveral.

We are getting to the bottom of this and are making cuts in the budget where they should have been already: Non-Registered imPorts were never meant to be receiving these benefits for as long as they have been. Furthermore, upon questioning your current imPort Affairs Liaison, Captain Parc Holiday, he could not account for every inconsistency we've since discovered and showed some alarming signs of blunted affect and apparent memory gaps; those inconsistencies he claimed he could recall he admitted to committing.

Make no mistake, we in the Federal Government sympathize with the imPort plight, but we cannot afford to let free resources be given out illegally; Captain Holiday does not have the authority to make such decisions. Effective immediately he has been removed from his position as ImPort/Government Affairs Liaison and has been moved into a maximum security psychiatric facility to further study his symptoms. Until we can locate a suitable replacement or Captain Holiday proves himself truly fit to resume his duties, we are promoting Lieutenant Ananke to Captain so she can operate in his stead and will be keeping an eye on the situation as well as her performance to determine what other changes may prove necessary.

- L. Chases
Secretary of Defense

4, Video

Oct. 19th, 2014 08:50 pm
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This is Major-General Olivier Mira Armstrong.

I've been granted permission to lead a small expedition of National Guardsmen and imPorts to Alaska for reconnaissance and potential defense against Soviet aggression. I'm looking for volunteers.

This will be wilderness survival and we will not have backup. Rations and supplies will be what we can bring with us, and what we can gather. If you can't take those conditions, or if you can't follow my orders, don't waste my time.

If you think you can, I can use you.

Armstrong out.

[Privated to Amestrian military members who aren't Kimblee]

Alex, Elric, Mustang. I'm going to need people I can rely on, and you three are the closest I have to that.

[Privated to Commander Shepard and Kaidan.]

Shepard, Alenko. Let's talk.

(ooc: More information can be found here and here!)

video.

Oct. 19th, 2014 09:55 am
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[Lightning had chosen not to attend the festivities from the night before, and with good reason. While the event itself sounded charming, she found herself uncertain if she would enjoy herself. The loss of Hope had been a great one, and more than that, she's currently trying to find her place in this world again. For that reason, she comes to speak here today.]

I'm sorry for those of you who attended the festivities last night. There are many different dangers in this world, and I'm still not certain I understand all of them or the perspectives they have. [There's something in her tone that indicates that she thinks that the perspectives of the Hornets may not be wrong or right—she simply hasn't made up her mind.] As it is, I'm sorry that you all had to go through that. My lack of understanding isn't what's important, and I hope you've all received the care you need in the wake of that.

I'm here today to offer first a piece of information about a lost comrade, as well as a request and an offer in the future. The more things stack up around us, the more I find that some things are as clear as day.

But first, about that comrade. Hope Estheim has been gone long enough that I can confidently state that he's returned home. If you were his friend and he offered to help you with something, I can try to offer my help in his place. I know he knew a great many people. He likely referred to me as his sister. I can't help with any of his technological work, but I'm eager to offer it elsewhere.

[There's a beat of silence before she presses on.]

Otherwise ... the last time I spoke on here so publicly, I suggested that we should understand the effects that both gods and Fates have on us. I still confess that I don't see the difference between the two, but I think many of us have already heard the name of Lachesis thanks to that broadcast. Almost every day, I speak to someone who doesn't believe in the effects of these higher beings, and I'd like to share my experiences with others and explain why we should at least be aware of them. I know many of you come from worlds where they're a nonexistent factor. While I find that ... strange, I don't believe that's the case here. Even some of the imPorts are god-like or gods themselves. [Loki comes to mind. She hasn't seen any of the others around recently, but that doesn't mean they won't turn up again.

And that's not to mention herself, meant to be a vessel for a lost goddess.]


In return, if you'd like, I'd like to hear about your perspective on this world's politics, the impending war, and even the efforts of the Hornets. More than that, I wouldn't mind hearing about your home. I believe all of our unique experiences are extremely valuable, and I hope that they can help us move forward and look at the problems we face with the knowledge that only we imPorts have at our disposal.

[Does she finish with "right"? No, that doesn't seem right this time.]

Thank you.

[text]

Oct. 14th, 2014 02:16 pm
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A question, which is only going to get philosophical if you insist on taking it there.

What are the methods by which someone returns from the dead in your home universe? (Neglecting trivial cases like reappearance after presumed death, resuscitation prior to brain death, etc.)

These are the ways I know it's happened in my universe. I've neglected to enumerate the examples of each or the list would be much longer:
  1. Inadequately understood alien technology/biology
  2. Inadequately understood future technology
  3. Inadequately understood cosmic forces/natural laws
  4. Consciousness/brain pattern transfer (technological, psychic, sorcerous)
  5. Other sorcery
  6. Demonic intervention
  7. Divine intervention
  8. Reality manipulation
  9. Vampirism
  10. "Zombie" infection leading to arrested post-mortem cell degradation and continued consciousness
  11. Techno-organic infection
  12. Resuscitation after cryonic or other stasis (intentional or accidental)*
  13. Mutant or other superhuman ability (used on self or others)
  14. Retrieval/voluntary return from alternate state of post-mortal existence
  15. Alternate timeline collapse/intervention
*I strongly suspect the process used here falls under this category.

I'm interested in whether I've missed something, and in finding out which universes have which methods. For example, do some have purely mystical means vs. some purely technological?


[note that it hasn't occurred to Val that "people don't come back" is an option]

video;

Oct. 11th, 2014 10:16 am
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[ for one of the few times in his life, Connors is actually using the video function. And, he's sitting in a nice little lab with a small smile on his face. ]

Pretty nice, huh? I finally got up the courage to ask about a promotion. You're looking at an actual research biologist now--no 'assistant' attached.

[ yaaaay still smiling. And then...that smile falters for just a moment as Connors pauses, regains his strength, and then starts talking again. ]

That's not the only reason I'm making this post, though. There's something that I need to tell people. It's...been a long time coming and honestly, I should have done this earlier. But, I'm telling everybody this now, while- [ while he's still got the courage ] while it's relatively quiet.

I know I've been a bit cagey about what my power is, and here's the reason why. Many years back, I tried to regrow my arm by injecting myself with a reptile DNA based experimental formula, designed to help stimulate cellular regrowth. Obviously, it didn't work. In fact, I'd say it made things worse. [ pause, take a small breath, continue on. ]

My power is that occasionally, in times of stress or high anxiety or simply even surprise, I change into this...this monstrous lizard thing. And I'm not myself. The way I understand it is my mind lies dormant--but it can be reached. Spider-Man's managed to save me by reminding me of my wife and son before. Anyway, it's dangerous. If I transform into that, I'm dangerous. The Lizard...it's killed people. And if you're a human, or what it thinks of as a "mammal," there's a high probability that it would try to kill you. So if I transform again, you've got to take me down before anybody gets hurt.

[ There's a pause where Curt scratches at the back of his neck for a moment. ] So that's...that. Not exactly a fun topic of conversation. [ said with a small chuckle, look at him trying to lighten the mood a bit. ] But it's something that needs to be done.

3, Video

Oct. 10th, 2014 11:24 am
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[After the news breaks about Russia's threats to Alaska.]

Hm. It seems our Soviet adversaries are beginning to rattle their sabers. A large, warlike nation posturing aggressively against our northernmost borders... it's almost nostalgic. If the military had half a brain, they'd put me in charge of the damn defense.

[Now, it seems, she's addressing the camera directly.]

Does this frighten you? Or does the thought of the thundering cannons make your heart race and your blood boil?

Do you fear war?
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[ Someone, woe upon them, had suggested to Amalia that she make an introduction for herself, so that people can get familiar with her. Unfortunately this suggestion came after the explanation about heroes and their responsibilities to the people, and the flora princess' eyes just sort of glazed over with daydreams about adoring fans after that. Consequently, this may not be the type of introduction they had in mind. ]

Hello hello, ladies and gentleman and children of Heropa! May I present me, Amalia Sheran Sharm of the Sadida, and I am here to be your new hero! You may all rest assured that as I have experience in doing this many times over--

[ Which, in truth, is twice. But they were very impressive times so they should absolutely count for more than the actual number, that is her reasoning. ]

--that your safety and happiness is most important to me! If you do any dangerous things, well, you shouldn't do dangerous things anyway but if you do, then make sure I am there first!

And I don't want to receive any kind of request about saving you from school right before a test! Unless of course there is an actual emergency, and it happens on the day of a test, which would be very very bad luck. However if your luck is really that bad, you probably need my help anyway!

So don't forget my name: Amalia Sheran Sharm!
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Signed Gabriel Gray; Unregistered:

Good morning/afternoon/evening,

I'm afraid my introduction is long overdue. My name is Dr. Gray, and I arrived in this fair city several weeks ago, although I have to say it's taken that long to really get a handle on my bearings. I've spoken to some of you already, but I thought it was about time I wrote a formal greeting and offered my expertise on a far wider scale.

I've introduced myself as a neurologist and a renowned figure in the sphere of genetically enhanced abilities - at least where my own world is concerned - but my skillset happens to run a little deeper than that. My own ability, such as it is, allows me to see how other people's powers work. What that means is if there's something funky going on with your ability, or you'd like a little help working out how to control something new, I'm the person to call. I'd be more than willing to offer my assistance, actually, because this new world allows me to tap back into my research on the most basic level, this time without the need for the subterfuge imposed on me formerly by the government. It's a world of exciting possibilities! This is what every scientist dreams of being able to do: study what they love and make a difference to real people.

I'm a little camera shy, I'm afraid, but I'd be more than willing to discuss your situation in person. Over coffee and a demonstration, perhaps.

P.S. As I understand it there's some sort of school being formed to do much the same thing. I'd be very grateful for any further information that's available on the subject.



[ OOC: Sylar's permissions post is here (I will assume no to all answers generally speaking so it isn't necessary to fill it out to tag me). Also if you're really super interested in him yoinking your character's power, either by long term empathic exposure/development or murder, shoot me a pm as well, I am all up for it. ]
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Never have I ever worn a spandex costume.

[ the message just appears on the screen. after a little while, stiles realizes not everyone is going to know how to play "never have I ever" which could make soliciting easy entertainment difficult, so he edits in a couple of rules. ]

If you've done a never have I ever, you've gotta take a drink and explain when. If you haven't, you get to "never have I ever" sharing something you haven't done, and make other people drink and explain. It's fun. I know a bunch of you have trouble with the concept, but it's cool, you don't have to play.

[ then after about twenty minutes he adds a third message. ]

Water. If you're under 21 definitely drink water.


(( i'm going to try and reply to everyone, but i've turned off comment emailing so definitely jump each other, threadjack, make some new friends, tease some old ones.

eta 10/9 pls don't be intimidated by the post size, i still welcome new tag-ins! ))
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Hey. [ yep, that's thomas's great start. it's sort of awkard and stunted, and he clears his throat after. small talk isn't really his thing, and he knows he's talking to A LOT of people, not just one or two. it sets his nerves a little on edge. but there was a purpose to this message, and he tries to get to it quickly. ] We woke up in a lab when these shanks stole us in here, right? That wasn't just me?

[ he remembers it clearly enough. it wasn't easy to see much of it, but thomas knows a lab when he sees it. there's a frown at the corner of his lips, and you can see the street side of Heropa passing by behind him. ]

They gave us these shuck tattoos, yeah, but what else? You guys that didn't have powers before; how do you think they put them in us? You don't just grow stuff like telepathy overnight. [ maybe you do. thomas doesn't really know how he and teresa had been able to talk to each other through their minds, but it doesn't seem like something you should be growing overnight, without a sudden incident with radioactive material or whatever other cliche applies. either way, he's had enough peoples' hands in his head, the thought that more was done to him that he doesn't know about makes his skin crawl. ]

How do we know that's all they did?

[ once you've got your hands on something, people like this? with this kind of power? thomas isn't used to them just doing the bare minimum and getting out. there's a sickened sort of twist in his expression, and his eyes slide away, glancing in some shop windows he passes, before looking back to the screen. ]

Anyway, they didn't leave a manual either. Are there supposed to be classes or training or textbooks to read to figure this klunk out, or just everyone on their own?

[ which seems irresponsible, but he'd sort of rather figure it out himself than have the soldiers he was greeted by teach him. he's about to hang up before he adds on - ]

I'm Thomas, by the way. Not Stiles. [ lookin at you Beacon Hills kids, as he adds one this last part with an exasperated kind of flatness. ] So don't try to kill me.

[ seriously, he doesn't know you people or your weird multipersonalitied clone of him, but you all seem kind of crazy and he's not down with that. ]

[[ ooc; also it'd be super cool if you guys could fill out thomas's telepathy permissions over there for me. thanks a ton! ]]
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[OOC: Backdated to 3 October]

So, there are dates that have special meaning to a person. Maybe just to you, or your family, or your closest friends.

Today is one of them.

What makes it worse is our friend has gone home.

[Winry hopes he's at home, at least.]

Does anyone have anything like that, happy or sad? That you want to talk about?

[In other words, please distract her from losing her friend/baby brother, and today's date.]

001 | video

Oct. 5th, 2014 05:34 pm
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U-um...

[The girl peering at the camera looks like she has no idea what to say, because she doesn't.

This is so unpleasant.

Mirai frowns thoughtfully, expression twisting in such a way that it suggests she's about to say something, but what she does instead is adjust her glasses, huff, and — and then blinks at the camera, like she somehow forgot it was there.]


Oh! Yes, hello. My name is Mirai Kuriyama. I'm new here. I was wondering if anyone recognizes any of these names:

Akihito Kanbara
Mitsuki Nase
Ayaka Shindou
Ai Shindou


If you do, please let me know! They're —

[Another pause, this time paired with an uncertain look.]

They're my friends from home. [She very nearly stumbles on the word "friends."] I'd very much like to speak with them, if possible. And if any of you are reading this — [Here she wrinkles her nose, suddenly annoyed — ] especially you, Kanbara-senpai! — please tell me. I'm —

[Scared.

Quietly:]
Thank you all for your time.
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[When the feed clicks on, someone's obviously showing off. First, a blank notebook opens and turns a few pages of its own volition... before post-it notes stick on it out of nowhere, followed by a few splatters of ink. Castle then turns it on his smiling face.]

Now, as far as superpowers go, throwing ink and paper around isn't the worst thing someone could have. In fact, it's quite fitting for a writer and avid reader like myself. Just imagine all the possibilities... reading without needing to turn the pages, writing a grocery list with a few twists of the finger, putting up wallpaper... okay, maybe it's not THAT cool. But look what else I can do.

[Castle holds the phone up with one hand while writing WAFFLES in his notebook with the other. And lo and behold- a plate of waffles appears. Except one is still frozen and one is slightly burnt, and they only linger a few moments before vanishing.]

... I'm failing at demonstrating my abilities and looking halfway-competent at them, aren't I? Anybody willing to help a writer-turned-sudden-superhero out? You'd have my eternal gratitude as well as a dedication in my next novel.

[He then signs RICHARD CASTLE on the notebook page, and awaits replies.]
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[ It’s Clark Kent the one that talks to the network, pushing his glasses up in a nervous gesture. The file had both his names, along with a pretty basic explanation of his powers so he knows, at least, that he doesn’t have to play Cat and Mouse games with the government about who Superman really is. But he’s still going to keep things on the down low for a while.]

Clark Kent here, and I’ll already say I’m sorry in advance if you’re getting tired of new people popping up. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be the first one to complain that ‘people are waiting for me back at home’, so I won’t bother.

We’re… fairly used to weird things happening all over Metropolis by now, and Lois- Lois Lane? Anyone ever heard that name?- happens to love finding herself in the middle of it far too often for my liking. So I get it, I do, but if what they were looking for were heroes to do this whole- [A vague movement with his hand.] well, “heroical” thing they should probably have gotten somewhere for the Justice League, or the Society.

I’m just- usually the one that writes about it, this is all a bit over my head. But if there’s any way people who aren’t used to do the heavy lifting could help, I’d like to hear about it.

[There, he’s probably left enough clues that people in his world will pick up. Hopefully also someone who actually recognizes him- Clark Kent just got here, so Superman can’t risk making an appearance so soon.

Before he turns of the feed, he adds something else:]


Oh, and I’m… apparently going to be talking about fashion. Unless ill-fitted suits I can pay of a reporter’s salary are suddenly in I’m afraid I’ll need some pointers on that, as well? I’m not sure why they thought I’d be fit for that job, either…
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[See a dinosaur in a vest. See a dinosaur in a vest talking. Just a normal day.]

PRIMITIVE MEAT PESTS ON THIS SORRY EXCUSE FOR A VINE/TWITTER ABOMINATION! I REQUIRE YOU BRING TO ME ALL OF YOUR CRYSTALS!

[Yelling. Definitely yelling and not talking.]

I AM NEW AND CLEARLY IN NEED OF AID!

[He pauses a moment to glance at some papers before looking back up at the camera.]

Mime? MIME IS NOT A JOB! MIMES DON'T DO SCIENCE! Have you mammals changed your mammaly words again?! Is this some hipster thing?!

I DEMAND SOMEONE TRADE WITH ME!

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Sep. 4th, 2014 11:42 pm
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Alright, so I blipped out and I blipped back and - surprise! - human! Can't say I'm, uh...excited about this development, but...well. Here we are. Don't worry though, I'm pretty sure I've got this organic thing on lock. Maybe.

That sa-aid, I've got this other....ehm....problem. Difficulty. More of a confusion. I've received my work assignment - which THAT is a complaint for a whole other day - and I need some information. About children. Don't tell me WHAT they are, I know that. They're the little pupa forms of humans. But beyond that....I dunno. Someone help me out here, what do you do with them. Are they self-maintaining? Do they have sentience or does that come later?

AUDIO; 01

Sep. 3rd, 2014 04:56 pm
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Okay, no, seriously! How do you organics just not straight up die by existing?!

I banged my elbow on a table and my arm still hurts and then I was going through all the notes I had to take because this situation is just weird and I got this-- this little cut on my finger and it stings like crazy! Then I bit my tongue when I was trying to eat the first time and cripes!! I'm trying to prepare myself with a helmet and gloves and I'm seriously considering elbow and knee pads, but still! Everything is stupidly sensitive and fragile and I think I'm gonna die living like this.

This is it. I'm gonna die because someone crammed me into this meatsack body. I am so not ready for this kind of life.

Oh hell I'm leaking red stuff. What does that even mean? Why didn't this body come with an instruction manual?!
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['SUP IMPORTS, did you miss this guy? He's giving the communicator a particularly sour expression as he sits out on the front porch of his residence, #14.]

...Well, this sucks.

[He didn't even get to be home an hour, man. At least his injuries are healed again, but jeez........]

Soooo, do I even wanna know what all I missed?

[His tone rather suggests he doesn't; Kotetsu expects something or another has managed to go horribly awry in the month he's been gone--things have been one disaster after another since May.]

Oi Bunny, Judge Petrov, you guys still around? I'm back in #14 if you wanna talk in person or anything.

[......sorry, Ryan, he's only just had five months of memories crammed back into his head and is kind of freaked out about it tbh, he's kind of forgotten about you as the Dude From His Future.]

Uhhh...right. I'm Kotetsu, by the way. If you didn't, ah, know me before. Not that it...doesn't say that on the thing, anyway, but. Y'know. Introductions, n'all...yeah.

[Aaand one awkward silence later:]

...See ya. [Click.]
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[ if it's not obvious, it's definitely Loki. he's all dressed up in his armor and headpiece, and he's also wearing a peculiar mask. ]

A shame it isn't November yet. "Remember, remember the first of September" doesn't have the same cultural significance, does it? Let's just say it's more of throwing off the mask of anonymity.

[ with a sigh, he pulls up the mask, revealing his face. he looks theatrically put-out. the curious part really isn't his face, or the mask, but he's entirely surrounded in white, fluffy clouds and clear, blue sky as far as the eye can see. there's no horizon in sight, it's essentially the perfect blue backdrop that he's standing against. how he got there or where exactly he is could be anyone's guess. ]

Before I dive right into the meat and potatoes, I'd like to make a few things clear. Dabbling in truth was never really my strong point, but utilizing it is something else entirely—oh, and publicly, I'm well aware! Let's just say that I'm a sneaky good-for-nothing trickster, and everyone should keep an eye on me.

That's the disclaimer for you! See? No need for the bouts of warning that this message may accompany.

[ he shrugs up his shoulders, struts forward and poses before looking all too smugly satisfied with himself. ]

That said, down to biz. There's been a lot of talk. The kind of talk that really doesn’t go anywhere. Captain Holiday always keeps the guise of the matter-of-fact while being one of the most frustratingly vague people within these Nine Realms. I take it that it's already been noted. But with new techniques such as the compartmentalization of information—how much does anyone within the mortal government really know?

Hornets, terrorist attacks, space missions, and we all remember that pleasant paint ball incident where the prize was a date with the lovely Porter while everyone else participating succumbed to an untimely and unfortunate death-like experience. There were also the challenges in space that most likely would have ended in boom without intervention. Ah, and the time at that swear-in soiree where the wrong saunter to the wrong room at the wrong time left the crowd there feeling like they were on fire, but it's okay, they really weren't. Then there's that monotheist who went on a psychotic murder bender and ravaged the countryside to fix the so-called anomaly of us. [ a dismissive wave of his hand. ] Who may get off on good behavior soon, as a pleasant side note for all of us keeping track.

And the latest and greatest, the wide-scale opportune kidnapping of imPorts thrown into a death match with mechanical bears, etcetera. Complete with nullifier tech! Hm ... it's almost as if someone out there doesn't like us very much. Or the idea of us, and ideas can be powerful. Wasn't there that bit about interrogation within the borders of this country? We are in the middle of some kind of temperature-like war, aren't we? You could really carve up the tension with a dull blade.

Out of all these seemingly connected, or unconnected events, we're forced to conform to a universe synced up tech savvy Greek Fate program and a Porter that thinks it’s all in good funsies to muck with our abilities and pull us through several omniversal barriers, and all the while managing to constrain the powers of those who can find such methods of travel. Moral of the story? Don't ever pay full price for travel when you can do it for free. That's to say that my extra-dimensional abilities don't hold water. Nor did the other spectrum of mortal religion's. [ cough cough Lucifer cough cough. ]

Not saying that there aren't worlds worse than this, it's pretty much a grand walk in the park from every angle. But other possibilities out there—a-aa-aand the probability of another "bad end" is always sort of there, isn't it? I've been there, I've seen them, and they're none too pleasant.

[ possibility brought gifts and curses, but he'd still take freedom any day of the week over the small comfort of security. he likes it here, even all these mortal politics. ]

Holding information hostage gets old and can cause all kinds of trouble. Like dying trouble. No one likes dying trouble. So I'd like to propose some sharing is caring—conspiracies, experiences, theories, call it a free-for-all impromptu exercise. Keep it public, won't we? A little ol' request from this trickster. We don't want anyone running around in a hacking frenzy for information. Kiiiind of misses the point.

Oh, yes, to start us off! It’s a bit funny how only one Fate is mentioned syncing with the Porter. There’s three, isn’t there? At least myth dictates of them. Hm—sooooo … how many other references can we pick up on, hm? Who's ready for Greek bingo?

ETA.

[ he straightens his voice with a little er-mm. ]

Let's make that Greek and Roman, hm? I guess that ups the chances of a bingo, so Lachesis can be the "free space."

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