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Apr. 6th, 2014 10:39 am
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[As the video switches on, the Commander is giving the video a rather stoic look. He's expected to speak to this cold interface? Technology is not something he's entirely comfortable with but at least it seems like this device could better facilitate communication. He clears his throat, composed as always as he folds his hands before him upon the desk. Two maps can be see under his hands, one of the United States and one of humanity's greatly reduced territory in his world.]

I have been informed this is a network to connect with others who find themselves in this world. I am Commander Erwin Smith of the Survey Corps, I seek any others of the Corps who have found themselves here as well to identify themselves without delay.

[That aside, he moves on without further delay.] I have noticed humanity possess a world without limits here, without Walls or fear of extinction to imprison them. [Something he will never become accustomed to, honestly.] In the coming days I wish to gather more information than what was first presented but first, I would inquire directions to the nearby beach. I wish to see this ocean I have heard of.
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name's Harlock.
no burning questions or complaints or philosophies to regale you with, sorry.
just these:


[three sets of coordinates. if explored, two lead to open, rather secluded areas just outside of town – one on the coastline. the other just leads to one of the bars.]

video.

Mar. 31st, 2014 10:00 pm
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Alright, that's it.

[ there's the click of a lighter, and a wisp of curling smoke that obscures the camera before her hand waves it away, letting her face (and her cigarette) come into view. ]

Given my very sad fucking lack of a spaceship right now, I'm gonna take the second best option, which is rooftops and couch-surfing. It's better than living with a bunch of strangers I don't give a fuck about.

No offense, zero-zero-three. Enjoy the fucking sausage fest. I'll dunk Eridan's toothbrush in the toilet before I go for old times' sake.

[ another exhale of smoke. ]

So. Anything fun for a seventeen-year-old reality alterer to do around here? And no, door-to-door sales with a fucking manipulative asshole is not my idea of a good time. So don't suggest that pseudo-Girl Scout registration bullshit.

If I get bored, maybe I'll have to try the military takeover of a foreign country again. Or make a big neon sign that says "YOU CAN'T JUST GO BACK" for the people that keep fucking asking.
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[The video starts off dark before a crack of light appears. Suddenly everything spins before a curious face peers down at the device. A face that is clearly not human. Dusky purple skin, white hair, two large eyes that glow a silvery blue, two strange barbs sprouting from her chin and a couple of small diamond shaped ridges on the being's forehead. What appear to be horns sprout from that white hair but disappear out of the frame.

A hand covers the camera for a moment as the user picks up the device and settles it on something so it's pointed at them. Once everything is settled the user gives a shy little wave. Behind her appears to be a beach.
]

Greetings. I, um, I hope this device is recording. It's very different from anything we have back home, more complex with all it's functions and it doesn't even produce a holo image. [If it does she hasn't found it yet.]

I guess you get a lot of these, people new and introducing themselves, but it doesn't feel right to not do so. [The whole time she speaks her voice is soft with a thick vaguely Eastern European accent. She keeps her head mostly lowered, occasionally flicking her glowing gaze up at the comm. One hand fidgets with a strand of hair or with the small tendrils coming from behind her ears.]

My name is Iulalia. Or Lia for short. I've never seen a world like this... Actually, I've never seen any world at all. My people have been traveling in a ship for thousands of years and since I've been born we haven't visited any new planets. You, um, you have a lot of water here, you know? [She seems very put off by this fact.] I've never seen so much before.

[She pauses as she brings her hand to mouth and chews on her thumbnail for a moment. What else can she say? Has she said enough? Should she say anything more or will it come off like rambling?]

Uh, before I get too off track... This is not home and I honestly don't want to be here but it seems I have no choice so I wish to help in any way I can. I am a healer and I can cook and clean and sew so if you need anything please let me know.

Also, if someone could tell me what a barista [She says this word as if it's completely foreign to her, which it is.] is that would be most helpful. [She offers a small smile before shutting off the feed.]
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Well, everyone, it's been a long fucking while, hasn't it?

[ It seems so weird, to see Mitch without his usual, old backdrop of an office. He's not in a bedroom, either, but instead outside, probably a park, but he sure as hell doesn't look comfortable. He's just kind of holding the communicator, there's not the usual production-quality that his addresses normally came with. Starting over, starting from the ground up. He's smiling though, as much as a guy who's lost a career can smile. ]

We've got a lot of new faces on here too. I'd say welcome to the City, but it's not really the City anymore. [ A pause. ] Welcome to Cape Canaveral, imports.

We've had a lot of people offering rundowns, so I'm not going to do that, we've had appeals for cooperation, something I would wholeheartedly encourage, but more than that, I wanted to pop in and let you know what I'm here for. Back home, where I really come from, I was the Mayor of New York City, [ A pause. There are other things, but he won't address those, ] and then in the City, I was also the mayor, your mayor, really. It's difficult to distinguish a classification like import, no matter what you do, you know? Anyway, when I showed up here, they apparently knew me well enough, they didn't give me one fucking job, they gave me two. I'm your representative here.

What that means, of course, is that I'm here for you. I know how cheesy, and ridiculous it sounds, but it's true. I'm here for each and every one of you, and I mean that wholeheartedly. I know it's a lot to take in, coming to another goddamn world, and suddenly there's a tattoo on your arm, a file in your hand, and you're being asked to register for these people. I know it's not easy. I know it's not the first thing that comes to mind when showing up in a new goddamn world, because I'm pretty sure most people are going to get caught up on the fact that it's a new goddamn world.

And that's where I want to come in. I want you to understand just as I do, I want to make sure that if there are any fears, or anything holding you back, let me bring them up with the people in the government, let me bring issues you have up. I'm good at this for a reason, and if you need a voice, I'm going to be it. So don't hesitate, and if you don't want to do it here, just tell me when and where, and I'll make sure we can talk -- or you can call me anytime, and I'll be here to listen.

[ And like magic, the number seems embedded in the message. ]

Anyway, like a lot of people have already said, we have to work together to make do here. If we don't, we're going to fall apart, just like before, and I cannot and will not let that happen if I can help it.

Thanks for listening folks, and have a good rest of your afternoon.
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[Isaac initializes the video remotely, and when it comes on, it's clear something has probably gone amiss with whatever he was trying to accomplish. He has the bottom half of an EVA suit on and is pulling on the top half as the video commences. He doesn't look precisely impressed when he looks over to the communicator.]

So, these powers aren't as easy as they sound. [He pulls on the top of the suit and fastens it around his chest, heaving a sigh as he does so.]

Anybody else having any trouble with the powers the Porters have you? How are you practicing? [He figures just learning focus should be enough, but who's counting?] Personally, I think they should have come with an instruction manual.

[Still looking a little perturbed, he moves over to the communicator and picks it up.]

Speaking of instruction manuals, does anyone know where I can get, I don't know, a textbook or something on the fundamentals of "modern" structural engineering? It's...the job they gave me, but I'm a Ship Engineer. I don't build buildings...especially not with...the tools available around here. [And what is the internet? Seriously. We haven't used anything like that in nearly five hundred years.] It'd be a big help.
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There's a number of new faces around here. But, in a way, we're all relatively new faces to this neighborhood. Maybe it would make more sense to say, this is a new experience for some, and an old for others. Isn't that right?

[ The voice speaking is a level, feminine voice: teenager, middling pitch, with words that are well-enunciated. While there is an accent—noticeably not American—it's caught in a threshold between others, and difficult to place.

It's hard to tell if she sounds bored, or if that's just how she naturally talks.
]

To get everyone on the same page, I thought it would be best to tell you how we came here, and what came before. It's something of a long story, though, and I'm not the best person to tell it, but better something than nothing. Right? Though, if you're not interested, you can skip the rest of this broadcast.

The "world before" this one, the one people mean when they refer to "the City," was Earth. Another Earth, similar enough to this one, and to the Earths you may have known—"the City" was their name for "New York City," if that means anything to you. At some point, a teleportation device was built, and on October 10th, 2008 by its calendar, and by this one, the "Porter" was activated, and brought the first "imPorts." At that time, it was controlled by an artificial intelligence in a suit of armor, but that being was later destroyed by the artificial intelligence of the Porter itself.

She calls herself Lachesis. Like the Fate.

For five years, she controlled our lives there. She determined who was imPorted, who was exPorted; who would return there with their memory intact, and who would not. If they would come back the same, or from some different history than the one we knew. She determined who was raised from the dead, if we died, and whose soul never came back. She could change the powers we were born with, and she could take them away. She could change our species, as it suited her. She's capricious, a fan of practical jokes and snide cruelties, and chess. Hers was the voice that welcomed us as "heroes."

Two years after it all started, she changed that world. Countries emerged, fully realized, emerged from nothing. The history of that world was rewritten; the memories of its inhabitants, too. The damage done by her enemies, erased. Those of us who were there could remember what the world was like, before she changed it, but we're the only ones who could.

After that, our shared enemy was Vulcanus. Others can tell you more about them, but they wished to take what made us powerful and use it to their own ends. Kidnapping, torture, genetic experimentation—that sort of thing. [ Though the content of the statement is serious, "torture" may as well be synonym for "toothbrush," for the easy, careless way she says it. ] But, when they could not... that is to say, "beat us," the way things were, they sought to gain power on other worlds, other dimensions. And we would follow them. Not by choice, and not with any sort of plan, but for months and months, you couldn't trust that placing one foot in front of the other would land on the same ground.

We're rather weary of traveling, I think.

In one of those worlds, we met her "sister", Clotho. But the third of them... you may have already heard. She destroyed that world, were we lived before. I don't... I'm not sure how it all happened, in the end, but in rescuing Lachesis, she saved us. Brought us here, to this world.

I can't tell you much about the state of this world, but there's two things I do know. One, large gatherings will almost always end in some chaos, so you should be prepared for that. And two, you can't trust people to act in anybody's interest but their own. The people of this world will not be kind to us for kindness alone.

[ There's pause enough that it might be mistaken for the end of the broadcast, before: ]

We should decide on names for all of these different worlds soon. This sort of thing will only get harder to explain later on without them.
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[ The lighting isn't good, but it's clear enough that Harvey Dent is recognizable in the frame. Who else could that be, really? He looks surly, but on his good side his mouth almost seems to be smirking. ]

Do you want to know one of the reasons I'm glad I quit being a lawyer?

Human nature. Has its good sides and its bad sides, but they aren't even. Because good and bad people alike always pretend like they're innocent. People seize upon weakness to drag out skeletons that have been hidden under the porch, but sometimes they were already buried.

[ He sneers. ]

I hope whoever tried to call the law on me without evidence remembers that every story has two sides. My record's clean and so are my hands.

[video]

Feb. 11th, 2014 12:33 pm
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[When the video begins, Manaka is seated, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her appearance is pristine and tidy, without even a drop of blood on the cloth covering her chest, because why would there be? Her smile seems vaguely tense, though, and where they rest in her lap, her fingers fidget here and there. All in all, she looks...like a young girl who has been thrust into an unfamiliar situation, alone, and is nervous about it.]

Um... Pardon me! My name is Manaka Sajou. I was told I can talk to other people like this, and I have some questions for...the populace at large.

[She hesitates briefly, seeming unsure, then starts to speak again.]

We're supposed to be heroes, right? They even branded us to say so. [She lifts one arm, her fingers curled into a loose fist, at the elbow. It's bright enough that the tattoo can't actually be seen, of course, but she taps the place where the words had glowed with the tip of her index finger.] But I've always thought a hero was a special person who had done special things! I can't really claim to have done anything like that, so I don't know if they should be calling me that at all.

I guess what I want to know is, are there others here who feel the same way I do? Or... How many people think they are heroes? [Abruptly, she giggles, sounding a bit sheepish.] And if you do think you've earned the title, would you tell me your secret? If they're going to call me that, I want to deserve it, too!

And... Oh, one other thing! [Again, she lifts her hands, fingertip indicating the inside of her pale wrist.] I was wondering about these, too. They don't really seem like regular tattoos, do they? So I was wondering if anyone has a good idea of how they work. [She follows that question up with another light, uncertain laugh.] I guess I was just curious about what would happen if our skin was damaged there, if anything!

[She really, really does not like having her body marked like this, after all—not that her expression gives as much away.]

Mm! That's all, though, I think. Thank you for your time, and have a good afternoon!

[Alternately, if anyone would rather interact with Manaka in person, she can be found exploring Heropa during the afternoon. Notable activities include: standing uncertainly outside buildings and wandering in circles, looking lost; scoping out the church she has been assigned to work at; and staring sullenly at Valentine's displays in stores.]

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