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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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[ life is hard. let's all deal with that fact together. ]

What exactly is a personal motivator meant to do?

Are people truly confused enough by their own pitiful, lackluster intentions that they're willing to seek others supposed professional help simply so they can carry on with routine tasks?

Is this motivation meant to include every act of waking life (dare say I need not list what these are) or simply those that might be perceived as more strenuous. Because, as I have always found, personal motivation can truly only come from one source. You. It is called personal after all, the definition of the word implying that it has to do with one person and one person alone. And that person would not be the person you hired to tell you what you so obviously would rather not be doing in the first place.

If you require the motivation, perhaps you need look elsewhere. Forsake things all together. Or even, if you'd like the inspiration so very much, you might try finding it for yourself. I've heard there are some rather plentiful benefits to taking that sort of thing under your own wing, compared to allowing others to push you into behaviors you don't truly have interest in to begin with.

It's amazing our ancestors made it anywhere, really.

Now, perhaps if you'd like to get hypothetical and claim there are a number of other 'personal motivators' then perhaps you might be on a far better track.
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[Crane notices the willingness to discuss Father's Day amongst the community - sons have lost their fathers, and fathers have been torn from their daughters and sons. To say certain imPorts were angry about the separation; that didn't even begin to describe it.

So today, there's the opportunity to research. Father's Day offers everything he's looking for. The ritual tradition has transformed the collective human subconscious and is an annual display of feelings. Denial. Aggression. Love. All emotions that originate from one source, one word.

And that word is fear.

His tone is soft and hypnotic, with a slight lilt. It's the gentle tone he uses on his patients when he wants them to talk.]

A proverb says, "When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry."

[Crane taps his comm against his knee, and then he rests it on his desk and folds his hands in his lap. He licks his lips, once - and clicks his tongue in his cheek. He crosses his right leg and sinks into his chair. These are the those parts of his body language that nobody can see or hear, but are thoroughly expected to those revealed to the man he is. He's prepared to weather any open confrontation.]

Humans cry tears of joy and tears of sorrow. But for each person who begins to weep, another one stops.

I suppose it is the warmth of the relationship that makes fathers and sons cry.

[A pause. His voice remains soft and calming.]

If any of you find today difficult, I am willing to lend a confidential ear.

[Happy Father's Day.]
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[there are two posts to the network, one after another. she's been struggling with navigating the communicator for a while now, but she thinks she's managed to bruteforce the basics of the interface. a young woman speaks up, apparently the camera's only got the top of her head in frame.]

Um... hello? Is this thing... wait... [she stops the broadcast, playing it back for herself before she starts another post. this time it's aimed properly, and she's definitely sure it's going. Cassandra's sitting outside a beachside cafe in Heropa on a bright and sunny afternoon. wearing a tacky pair of cheap sunglasses with the Flash's symbol on them - imPort tourist crap at its finest - and drinking a cold bubble tea.

best to play the naive newcomer swept up by all this hero stuff.

Hi. I'm Cassandra. I've been... lurking? [is that the word she wants...] For a few days now. Settling in. I have to say, this is... different, next to Gotham and Blüdhaven.

Hi, roommates, if you're... watching this. I haven't been around. Sorry. Between work, and... rehearsal, it's-- [she shrugs. surely they know how it is. or at least, they might think they do, which is good enough for her. looong sip from her straw.]

Anyway. I know some of the... names I've heard, but I've also heard we have... alternate universes? Even among us. What can you tell me?


May. 17th, 2015 09:41 am
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So - all right.

[ Young Miss Kathleen Jones has the good grace to look embarrassed as she's making this post, because it is very embarrassing. And yet this is sort of a question that needs to be asked, because she hasn't really seen anyone asking it. Even though it's sort of... ]

We've never really managed to figure out why we were the ones who ended up here, have we. I mean - it's pretty clear that the Porter, or Lachesis, or whatever it was that brought us here, didn't just pick at random. So obviously there's got to be some reason why it's us. And I've sort of noticed -

[ She makes an awkward little gesture of her hand. ]

I mean - No one really talks about it, but you can just look around and see...

[ Another embarrassed little wave of her hand, and that embarrassed little wave finally gives her courage enough to just go for it: ]

Has anyone else noticed that we're all ridiculously good-looking? This isn't a joke post, I'm not trying to be funny - It's completely improbable, just how attractive we all are. I'm not just talking about humans, either. I'm not being human-centric, I don't think. Because I know that there are a lot of non-humans here who are uncommonly gorgeous by their species' standards. And so it's just...

[ She falters. Her face is decidedly pink with embarrassment. ]

Anyway. I don't know. I just wanted to know if anyone's looked into it at all. This is really a serious question, I swear.
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[The video feed clicks on and shows a man with tidy hair, a clean face, a neat black suit and a pair of leather shoes. He doesn't speak immediately, but his gaze never strays - there's nothing behind it, no gleam in his eyes that betrays his fascination. He needs to understand the predicament he's in, and wants to hear what everyone has to say. Or perhaps he's just curious. He's a doctor and scientist, clinical and precise. He's not used to being away from his work. The people who'd brought him here had stripped him of his belongings, causing him to utilize other means - and he had to do it without drawing suspicion for as long as possible.

He offers a small smile. Witnessing facial expressions raises the level of group trust, he knows. He would rather have used audio, but this would give a better impression. Meanwhile, his blood bubbles under his surface; he wants to find those scared of being here. He has nothing else to keep him but work. His fingers were itching to insert themselves into everyone's dark places. He wants to understand them. He wants to see what makes them tick. He calmly hides his hands in his legs. His cold disappointment at being separated from witnessing the results of his fear gas flooding Gotham is nearly overwhelming.

He stares into the camera with sharp blue eyes. His tone has a slight lilt.

Anyway. Hello, you crazies in spandex. This is your unfriendly neighborhood psychiatrist. Perhaps you've met him before?]

I won't claim arriving here was my choice, but I'm aware that's not a unique situation.


I'm looking for participants in a clinical research study. My name is Jonathan Crane, and I need willing persons to discuss their experiences in this new... life... if you will. You will not be required to pay any bills, and will be adequately compensated for your time. I want to make this city safer. Whether or not you decide to volunteer is completely up to you.

[He's completely honest. Honestly.]

And it should go without saying that I wouldn't be so unkind as to ignore those in crisis. I'm a psychiatrist. In fact, I was a professor as well. Mental distress is something I am trained to deal with. Whenever you or somebody you know needs support, please let me know. I'm here to help.
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[ The camera does not immediately focus on the face of the man holding it; it shakes a bit, the screen showing a white shirt, black suspenders, a right hand sporting two finger splints. Finally it levels to show Harvey's normally handsome face, except there a couple of things amiss:

One thing of note is the scar that goes down the left side of his face, from eye to jaw, a clean line of a cut through his plastic surgery that is not fresh but has not yet been "fixed." Another is his blackened right eye, and his lip swollen on the right side. He doesn't look particularly in pain -- or at least doesn't show it -- but what he does look is pissed off.

Too far. This has gone too far. Look at me -- look at this.

[ Harvey points to his face with his splinted fingers, still looking livid. His breathing is harsh, but even. ]

It's never enough, what I do. Bad enough I have to work with and against the system, "unsettled" and working the arms of law, but the big red weight on my shoulders sees to it I'll never see a moment's peace for the rest of my life. I'm no saint -- I know. Made mistakes. So now I wake up looking like a human punching bag.

Not to point fingers. But where's the justice in that?

[ He gestures, vaguely, with his splinted fingers as much as he can move them. He takes a sharp breath, exhaling slowly, looking like he's trying to calm down though his face is still red around the eyes, the temples, the forehead. His left eye looks particularly dead as it stares forward, his weary-but-professional expression making the fact it's a glass replica suddenly more obvious. It moves in not quite perfect synch with the right eye. ]

Just my two cents.

All that aside, I had something else to say. I was hoping to look my best for this announcement, but next time I'll know better than to put it off. Never mind the state of my face. My name's Harvey Dent, and for those of you that don't know me yet, I'm a Public Defender in Heropa. If you're ever in trouble and can't afford a representative, we might see more of each other. I won't rest until I see justice is served the way it's meant to be.

That's all. Good day to you.
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It’s a little late, but happy new year, ImPorts. I hope your gains will be great, and your losses light.


And happy anniversary, too. That one’s right on time.

It’s been a pretty rough one, right? I mean, most years are tough, when you go through them, but this one more than most... it’s been a challenge, hasn’t it? I know there’s not too many of us who arrived here last January, but there’s more than that who arrived in February, and March, and each month after that. Your anniversaries are coming up soon, too. The future arrives before you really know it. And the past... it gets further and further away, no matter how much you think about it.

[ It’s a post from Ruka. Did anyone honestly expect it to be cheerful? ]

Maybe it’s that I think too much about this sort of thing, but... not every ImPort gets to celebrate an anniversary. Or, not everyone will. It’s been a year, but we’ve already lost a lot of our comrades along the way. New and old. Even if it’s ExPorts, and even if... some of them will return to their previous lives, it’s still... a loss, for the people that remain here. ... ... It’s hard to find closure, when the gateways to and from this life never seem to close. It’s impossible, almost impossible to know if someone will return—to know if they will be the same person we knew, that they’ll remember us, or hold the same bonds that fastened us together in the first place.

I know there’s a lot of new arrivals. Some are familiar, some aren’t, but I... think it would be good, to take a little bit of time to think about the ones we’ve lost. That have been lost. For you, it might only be one person... or it might be the whole world. To lay them to rest, even if only for a little while. [ Though her speech has been riddled with short pauses, thoughtful breaths for the word to come, this one is more pronounced. Hesitant. ]

I suppose... Well, it’s not much of a confession, when I say I know what it feels like, is it? Going on like this. But... if yours is something you want to talk about, you can talk to me.

I’ll be here.
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[Oliver's sat in what looks to be a quaint little coffee shop, holiday decals drawn in chalk paint on the window, lights strung up on the storefronts across the street, and somewhere in the distance, on the corner, is a more than modest tree set up and glinting in the twilight.]

Happy Holidays. [His tone is light and conversational, his smile practiced and easy, and he takes a sip of his latte and makes a rather pleased face.] Haven't been to Florida much, back home. [His beach trips back home tended to take him to Mexico, Brazil-- Europe. Or death islands in China.] So I can't say if its a universal constant, but Heropa does have good coffee.

[The latte - in a fancy looking green mug and everything - is set down with a soft clnk against the table.]

My name's Oliver Queen. And in the last month I've- [He pauses, and there might be some annoyance flickering across his face.] ... I've discovered that there are more than a few people here who know me from other worlds.

[Okay, make that a definite amount of annoyance.] If the names Felicity Smoak, John Diggle, or Sara Lance are familiar to anyone, I'd- appreciate us getting in contact. Otherwise, it would be safe to assume I have absolutely no idea who any of you are.

[He takes a moment to have another long sip of his latte] For everyone else, is anyone looking to hire someone with [extremely limited] business experience? My assigned job isn't quite a fit. It turns out I'm... not that great of a lobbyist.
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[ luckily, Teresa's been here for a little longer than a day, managed to find her new apartment, read through some of the file she was given, and looked into the where and when and how of this place as much as she could. it wasn't much, she's kind of- not- completely, mentally focused right now, but if the information is there, she's not about to put off getting her hands on it. so she's been debriefed, and she's looked into things on her own, and she-

still feels completely blindsided by everything that's happened since she woke up here.

and it's entirely because she woke up at all.

not that she's letting herself think about that.

instead she turns to the communication device she was given, now that she's cleaned herself up and isn't feeling completely overwhelmed. yes. right! she can handle this. time to do some info gathering. bring on all the info.

Hi. [ solid start, really nailed it. ] My name is Teresa, I'm new here. I'm a new imPort, I guess they call it, right? [ okay, she's not really the type to play dumb to get some answers, but maybe she's still feeling a little off. like she doesn't trust herself to be as capable to handle everything on her own as she might normally be. ] To be honest, I'm questioning the timing of this place more than anything else I've heard so far, and I was wondering if there is any rhyme or reason to it? Unless it doesn't matter much at all. Which I guess is possible. But are we ever really told why? Color me curious.

[ curious and freaked out and unable to accept that this place just brought her back to life and gave her this power for nothing. ..which reminds her. ]

Oh, and - [ she reaches for something out of frame, then pulls back to hold up a door knob. woop. ] - apologies to my new housemates, seriously. But I sort of- broke. this. I'm still getting used to my new abilities. I'm not leaving the house until it's fixed, of course, but I was wondering if there's somebody that usually takes care of these kinds of things, or what. [ says the girl that didn't grow up in a place that would need to call someone about a broken doorknob ( and not just because a lot of their doors didn't even have knobs ), so she doesn't really know there's probably a repair man in the phonebook. ah. she'll be embarrassed about this later, probably. more embarrassed. ]

One last thing - if any of you have ever heard of WICKED, or the Flare, let me know. Thanks.
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[ The video clicks on to show a teenage boy sporting a black eye and a letterman jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a big letter 'R' on it, as well as a mildly derisive expression on his face. It's a well-crafted guarded look, closing his face off from giving much away about what he might be thinking in the disdainful nonchalance it conveys. ]

So, I think one of my favorite things about this place so far is how I managed to show up just in time to start up school. Again. Some sense of humor someone's got -- but hey, I'm not complaining.

[ There's good reason for why he's not, but that of course he doesn't mention; better to play it like he's too mature for that kind of nonsense. He flourishes with his hand in a theatrical sort of gesture before he goes on, and briefly his tattoo is visible -- although instead of REGISTERED it just reads REG, the rest covered up with an adhesive bandage.

He continues in a tone of mustered confidence, approximating the appropriate smug punch his follow-up really calls for:

I'm Reggie Mantle, and I'm not gonna ask about superpowers or trans-dimensional whatcha-call-it because I figure, real or unreal doesn't matter much if we're livin' it anyway. I got a better survey question from a homework assignment:

What do you hate? With a passion?

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Sep. 3rd, 2014 09:04 am
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[Good morning, Heropa. Greeting you today is a man with a bright smile and an even brighter shirt — aqua, with a tie that seems to match only in theory — and a look in his eye that twinkles with confidence and certainty. Yes, here is a man who is not at all questioning this place and its motives; here is a man who is totally okay with the situation in which he's found himself; here is a man who is a very good, very convincing faker.]

Greetings and salutations, fellow ImPorts! Allow me to introduce myself: Saul Goodman, attorney at law and soon-to-be judge. I want you all to be able to think of me as a resource — as someone whose purpose here is to assist where and when I can, at least as far as legal issues are concerned. For consultation purposes only, though; I won't... uh, really have the time to open my own practice here, unfortunately.

[And that does seem like something that upsets him, but he allows that emotion in for all of two seconds before dismissing it and focusing back on sounding genuine and honest. Which he is, to some degree. It's just... kind of rare, is all. But this is what happens when you don't want to upset your kidnappers: You do what you think you have to.]

Anyway, I'm gonna have to spend some time catching up on what's actually going on in this place, legally and politically speaking. There are other lawyers and legal professional-types around, right? We should chat. Oh, and for all you daytime TV-watchers —


Get used to seeing this face.

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Aug. 8th, 2014 08:14 pm
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[ when the video starts, you will all be greeted by a blonde girl who is looking a tiny bit stressed. I mean, who wouldn't be, after suddenly finding yourself in a weird alternate reality and whatnot? obviously what she's here to talk about is something extremely important. ]

Is the humidity in Florida always this awful? [ or not. ]

I've been outside for like, twelve minutes at most? And I think a colony of birds can now live in my hair it has gotten so big? Are we sure there isn't some evil villain doing something nasty to the air here? I don't think this is normal. We should definitely investigate. Who's with me?

[ there's a lengthy pause after that, as if she's contemplating turning off the feed. but then she suddenly snaps her fingers like she remembered something (which she did). ]

Oh! Right. I'm Steph. I'm new here. I am about 90% certain people I know from home are already here, so I'll find you guys later. Or you'll find me. There will definitely be some finding happening.

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Aug. 7th, 2014 08:18 am
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[ The feed opens up with a young woman in what is presumably her apartment. Muted daylight streams in from an off-screen window, tinged bluish-gray for drizzling rain (also heard, though not seen). If not for this cast of color, the wall behind her would be a recently-painted white; it bears no decoration or ornament aside from this fresh coat. As for the focus of the broadcast: an Asian girl in her late teens sits, straight-backed and tense-shouldered, giving her communicator (though not its camera) a focused stare. The most striking thing about her is her hair, of course: a pale, unnatural-seeming sea foam shade of green, with her long fringe swept to comb over her left eye. Beneath that curtain of hair can be seen the lower edge of a red swatch of fabric. The down-turned corner of her visible eye—iris an off-gold color—would make even a neutral expression seem sad.

This is a new and exciting change of pace — if you know anything about the person currently broadcasting.

There we are. [ Murmured words; Ruka finally meets gaze with the camera, but gives no smile in greeting. ] So, I'll do my best to keep this brief: I'm looking for a new roommate.

[ Her voice is middling-low in pitch, steady and bored, and her slight accent sounds more closely related to an English-speaking European inflection than an American one. ]

It's a two-bedroom in Maurtia Falls. Not unspeakably far from this town's Porter. We only signed the lease a couple weeks ago, so it's still very new. Full range of kitchen appliances. All of them still work. One bathroom. Not very lived in, yet, if that matters to you.

[ Ruka reaches forward, taking hold of the communicator. She rotates it in a slow three-sixty pan of the living room while she talks. It's very bare: there's the couch she's sitting on, a window, a bookshelf against one wall; a coffee table with two coasters, no cups; the front door, with a coat rack beside it; a partition, then the dining area, possessing a table with three chairs and space for a missing fourth; a wall, panning to the entrance of a darkened hallway, then to another wall; Ruka again. It's a small apartment, and if it weren't for the fact Ruka were in the broadcast, it wouldn't look lived in at all. ]

It's not very big, but it's a lot quieter than living with four other people. The weather is much better up here. It's terrible, I mean, but even so, it's a lot better than the humidity of Heropa.

I moved in with a friend, but he's been exPorted; we have a couple months' rent already paid for, but, it's not a place I can afford to keep by myself, and I'd rather not break the lease, either. Any interested person may apply; I'm not too picky, really. I'd prefer someone closer to my age, but that's not a deal-breaker. I don't mind if you're not human. If you turn out to be a serial killer, though, I don't want to find body parts in the freezer.

[ That's obviously a joke.

... Right......?

If you're interested, let me know. My name's Ruka.

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[For those who have seen Will Graham before, the difference today is pretty drastic. The difference being, of course, that he's gotten himself a much-needed haircut and actually shaved, which means he looks like a regular guy in plaid as opposed to a cousin of some mountain cryptid in plaid. What's behind him is probably the thing that grabs the most attention, that being a picture of a shark that's been made big enough to cover a nice section of the wall behind him. A handful of people are gathered around it and talking, but it's too far away to make out much of anything.

He doesn't sound extremely excited (shock), doesn't like being on video, but oh whale.

I read a story where I'm from, some group that specializes in studying great white sharks had caught one near Jacksonville, tagged her, and tracked her to gather more data. Named her Lydia, followed her paths, got information they wouldn't have had otherwise. While back, I told some of the fishers here, we got together, and...recreated it. ["We went out and caught a shark and put a bunch of tags on her," is what he means.] That was a little over a month ago, and our Lydia's given a lot of data here, too. Ended up getting a nice monetary bonus tossed their way which they've decided to use on a little. Fish fry. Party. [This does not look like someone who talks about parties much. Or goes to them.] Since I was the one who told them about it, and I'm an imPort, I was asked ["""""asked"""""] to extend that invitation to the rest of you. Saturday after next, not far from Heropa, arrangements can be made to get people to and from. On the beach. It's a lot of free food and beer and boats and music and I'm sure there will be fireworks at some point—

[He's running out of steam in regards to how to talk about a party, nearing the end, when one of the men in the group behind him calls out, turning to show that he is wearing one of the tackier, more suggestive shirts Will sells because Master Baiter.]

Why don't you hand out some of your shirts? I love mine.

[Will hasn't turned to fully look at him and doesn't need to to know exactly which one is being displayed, which tacky joke is haunting him right in plain sight. He takes a second (during which he looks about ready to kill) to compose himself so his voice doesn't sound murderous before:]

And. Free shirts. [SWIMMING ALONG QUICKLY] Anybody interested, just let me know. I'll give out directions.

[He can't even try to smile. The shark looks like it would be much nicer than he does by the time he ends the feed.]

[ooc. there will be an open log up on the 26th!]
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[The elderly gentleman that the camera is focused on looks polished, wearing a crisp white shirt along with a suit jacket and a bow tie. When he speaks, his voice has a distinct British accent.]

If there is anyone that might be able to tell me anything about this world or our current location that would be most appreciated. I did receive a file upon my arrival here, but I do have some concerns that certain details might be… lacking.

[He glances down for just a moment, at something off screen, before returning his focus to the communicator.] Also, I understand there is something of a possibility that one or more of my colleagues could have found themselves here, as well.  If there is some way that I could go about finding their locations it would be most appreciated.  Thank you.

[There's a momentary pause and then the feed disconnects.]
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[ The communicator switches on to an unusual sight, a rather busy, bustling large room. Decor is still being set up, but it looks like it's on the verge of being finished. Most of the decor is blue, blue curtains, backdrops, the lights are pristine, like glass or crystal, with bright lights that almost seem to sway with the jazz band practicing in the background, some sort of soft jazz -- the type that was perfect for either dancing or the kind that would be in a prestigious nightclub.

Which, what do you know, it actually is. Or rather, the proprietor thinks it will be. He's settled right off to the side, very obviously showing off the rest of the club, from the blue decor, to the jazz band the one or two staff that were there, in outfits that obviously said they were nearly ready to open. Although there were no patrons in the place.

Still, the owner -- supposedly the owner -- in his top hat, bowtie, monocle, and even with the lit cigarette held by an expensive holder, everything about him was pride, especially when he spoke.

Now then. This is much more like it, isn't it? For our fine, new partners in captivity, I suppose introductions are in order. I am Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot. The third. [ Tacked on, and very obviously important. ] I'm yet another of the imports that was transferred from one cage to another, to join the rest of you in this fine new volary that they've pressed us into.

And with this new change of scenery is a new clientèle, and I have to say, it's refreshing to start things over. [ It's a little sour, when he says that. Very obviously lip service. ]

But with our new jobs, comes new money to spend, and as a welcome to all our new friends, myself, and the newly established Iceberg Lounge -- [ he laughed. ] or perhaps I should call it the Twiceberge lounge -- here in Heropa, to any imports who attend will find themselves with a night of fine dining, dancing, and entertainment, all for half cover, and half drinks, for the next week.

I say we could all use some relaxation, yes?
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We really just can't have nice things, can we.

[She sounds rather... bored. But she looks as impeccable as she's always been throughout her stay in this world and the other. Jewelery, make-up, and her neck covered, as usual. At least there isn't a cigarette between her fingers this time.]

So sorry I haven't been able to keep up. You're all welcome to come visit me at Maurtia Falls, though. It's quite lovely here.

[ooc: I was on hiatus and so was Christine, come on over and update her on shenanigans. Bonus round if you'd like to log them meeting!]
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[Will has been trying to figure out what to say or if he should even say something first, if he should just read around and only speak up if anything piques his interest. He'd arrived late in the morning, made no attempt to seek out his housemates, and immediately locked himself in his room. It's not until later in the evening that he finally sits to do it, and he's certainly not about to show his face or give out his voice unless something really calls for it. The idea of announcing his presence to people he has never met and isn’t meeting because of a connection? Not exactly his bag, but he’s got to do it eventually. If he was "that guy who pops in to talk about dogs and law enforcement and poorly done journalism but never says anything himself without prompting" it would be better than what he was being thought of back home, certainly, but still not the best way to make a good impression. Not that he’s probably made a good one on housemates, basically ignoring their existence and being as quiet as he could. If asked about it, he’ll fall back on being very upset about the transition and needing time to himself, nothing personal.

There’s a million things that run through his head, what to ask or say. If he should introduce himself or just let people look at what name shows up (Will Graham, nothing special), what’s probably been asked before and what really matters and doesn’t matter.

Two questions:
1) Are there any recommendations for a source of regular news? What’s happening in the world at large, weather forecasts, local updates, newspapers or magazines. Something reliable. Anything but tabloids.
2) Is there any unstated rule about what sort of pets would and wouldn’t be acceptable if someone is sharing a house, or is it a case-by-case basis?

[Staying informed and pets. Domestic. Ordinary. A normal guy attempting to get some normalcy in a place that is anything but. Newspapers and magazines. There’s nothing wrong with liking the daily crossword puzzle. Old man.

If there’s some sort of "rule" about how people should be allowed to have whatever pets they wanted as long as they were quiet and well-behaved and not a nuisance, he’d really like to know as much. He’d also like some details on the nearest hospital, but he’ll ask someone in his house. Eventually. Once he gets his hair under control and finally feels up to dealing with questions about his hand in a cast and why he would need to go to the hospital for anything else and all those annoyances dogs never burden him with.

Hopefully he didn’t get stuck with anyone who had severe allergies to fur. That would make this Monday truly the most intolerable Monday of them all.

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Apr. 12th, 2014 12:15 am
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[ Somewhere around two in the morning: ]

stepford houses and glowing tattoos are pretty sweet deals as far as bagging and tagging goes, but it doesn't matter how well it's dressed up- nothing good ever comes from being in someone else's pocket. the dupes might have been assholes, but at least they were on the level.

but that's probably already been said on here a thousand times, right? morality this and conspiracy that, shut up already. getting to the point:

if you're registered, save the speech. if you're not, did the government keep their promise and leave you alone?

and for anyone who would rather shoot themselves in the face than talk about registration one more freaking time, i'm taking suggestions for superhero names. smoke theme required, bad puns preferred, winner earns my very sincere gratitude.


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