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Hi? So. A true act of heroism right now would be giving me the address of a falafel place. And maybe letting me onto your Netflix account 'cuz I can't afford it but want to see the new Science Mystery Theatre 3000.

Actually a job might be useful. I can do whatever. My resume doesn't exist but I'm quick on the uptake.

Thanks.

[a few minutes of silence, and then;]

-- Introductions, sure. I'm Magnus Chase. I used to live in a hotel and next to dumpsters before that. I'm from Boston and I don't love nicknames. My favourite colours are black and beige and I know ASL/ASL. I love pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. Whoops, now this sounds like a weird dating profile, so I think I'm done.

I'm like, barely 50% kidding about the falafel/Netflix support. Not kidding at all about the job. So call me maybe.

[another voice in the background rips into a modern classic, with Magnus going aw, come on -- don't worry about it]
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[Coming to you live, from some motel parking lot, it's Sookie! She's settled up on the hood of her car, wrapped in a thin blanket despite the heat. She looks tired, worried.]

Hey from Shreveport, y'all. [Sookie smiles weakly, gives the camera a little wave.] I guess I planned my vacation about the right time, huh? I just hope everyone's doing okay back home. Can't even get a flight back into De Chima right now, they turned me away at the ticket counter.

[She sighs then, scrubbing a hand across her eyes like she's fighting sleep.]

I'm sure everyone's distracted right now, but- [A pause]- I came out to Louisiana to, oh, I don't know. I looked it up when I first got here and I knew my hometown wasn't here, but I just had to check, y'know? Can't trust everything you read online.

[Ahem.]

I mean, the parish ain't even here. Looks like there was never any Renard Parish at all, it's all eaten up by the ones that were around it at home. Shreveport is here, at least, but it's all different. This motel here's sitting where my friend's bar is supposed to be. It's all so weird. Is this like this for everyone else, whole towns and counties vanishing into thin air? Has anyone even been able to find their old home?

It's just...weird, is all.
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[ Yuuri's had a lot of time to think about this, and even then, it's still confusing enough that he knows he's going to lose sleep over it later. Maybe run or skate until his legs are numb, but that is neither here nor there. Right now, he's managed to find a quiet place to sit so he can write this out—deleting it all at least three times before finally settling on something he thinks is decent enough to share with the world. If only he had a character limit. ]

Hello! I don't know if this has been asked before. I honestly couldn't find anything in any of the posts before this one, but I might have overlooked it... [ He has no idea why he just doesn't delete that and start out with the question, but here he is. ]

It really is possible to be here before and not remember anything, right? Does it come back later? What if you did something you think you wouldn't do but you've done it anyway and now you wonder if you should just keep doing it or not. Has this happened to anyone else?

Also, some of these powers seem dangerous. Don't you think?
[ He's sort of talking about his own. Or, at least, the one he'd read about in that file. ]
Can we trade them in or never use them? I think I'd be okay being a normal person again...

I'm sorry if this is something I could have read about somewhere. I don't want to inconvenience anyone!
[ And now he's going to try to forget all this madness for a while before he gets too depressed to think about it. ]
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I come from a world called Ferelden.

[stated plainly. shale doesn't want this to be a long or fancy post. she just has a few things to say.]

It's much like many worlds I've heard of while here - only... "medieval." I've taken that word to mean a hilariously backward world full of moronic humans who would probably believe you if you told them the sun was blown out by the Maker at night.

[she shifts slightly, the rune on her forehead glowing dimly.]

I find this amusing; even though I am from the medieval world, I think the humans in this technology-laden one are the exact same as the smelly morons I was surrounded by for almost thirty years. They have the same problems. They react the same way to hardships. They squeal when they see violence. I've even seen stories where another race is amazed to see humans still alive because they're so primitive. All written by humans, of course. They did the same in Ferelden.

[if anyone's expecting a 'but' they'll be very disappointed. honestly, shale's mostly just being a grumpy gus because her pals aren't here.]

It's quite pathetically self-aggrandising. Has there yet to be any one of you born with a modicum of self-awareness? It's been millenia.
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Religion.

[Crane's calm, polite voice says inquisitively.]

For those who believe in providence; does this world's existence solve any of your big questions? For those who repudiate the irrational, do your answers to life's mysteries remain written in stone?

[He musters all of his carefully-rehearsed self-control to question a topic he isn't fond of.]

My fundamental question is does this world affirm the existence of the divine? I must say; if you take the positive view because you are a member of a pantheon, then that's a strange way of attesting your strength. Divinity is given power by its worship, do you realize? What's divine here other than your celebrity? Well, leaving aside for a moment the Porter. Lucifer is no more powerful than anybody. Inanna is no more powerful than anybody. Persephone is no more powerful than anybody. And, funnily enough, Woden is certainly no more powerful than anybody.

Emerson said, "Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool." I think that makes the question of how a God feels about playing the part of the Fool quite relevant.

That's all I've got to say. I'm going to slip off to work. Thank you for listening.

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May. 2nd, 2017 09:34 pm
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Greetings, Network. My name is Skeets. As new imports come trickling in again, I have something important for us to discuss.

As you're aware, imPorts by definition do not come from this Earth and are instead from various alternate universes. Some of us come from the same or similar worlds to each other, while others come from vastly different ones. This has created an organizational problem for me in my file-keeping. I'd like to categorize known worlds but as of yet I haven't many records of names.

I believe it's about time we agreed on some names for our home universes to make things easier - not just for data collection but also to make it easier for us to talk about them.


Skeets has a survey, under the cut for your convenience )

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Mar. 2nd, 2017 10:25 pm
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[Sookie is back! And surprise, surprise, somehow she's injured herself, if the sling on her left side is anything to go by.]

I guess I was gone about as long as I was at home. They said it doesn't happen like that too often? I guess I'm lucky.

[Said with the most put-upon frown one woman could ever muster. Hey, she thinks she deserves to be sorry and grumpy for at least for a few days.]

Since I missed Mardi Gras and I didn't get to ask, what did everyone decide to give up for Lent this year? I mean, if you do Lent. I know not everyone does even in my church. But I'm always curious to see what everyone else likes to do.

[She hasn't even had time to plan what she's giving up, so any ideas are gonna help. And also because she's just a little bit nosy when it comes to things like this.]

Also, anyone seen Sam? Sam Merlotte, I mean. He's not answering his phone or when I knock.
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heal plz

if youre at swear in

by the fuckt busted tree youll see it

make it in 5 min otherwise rez plz



(( OOC: The boys got in a fight. First healer to respond to this post wins the prize but feel free to point and laugh. Also, no need to tag the log. We can thread it here. ))

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Feb. 13th, 2017 08:02 pm
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This Heaven Scent thing is the strangest feeling. I hated it at first. I don't like the idea of having anything affecting my mind. But now, I don't know.

I've been missing my Dad. He was a monster. Not a literal monster, but the kind that does the worst possible things. I thought I hated him for what he did to me, my Mom, and so many other people. Now, I'm seeing that he did love me. In the only way he knew how. Someone told me once that every family loves differently and every love is unique. I think the person that told me that, loved me too. That person was like a father to me too. And in the end, they both showed their love for me in the same way. I see that now. I can accept it now.

I feel like doing something to celebrate them. My Dad taught me how to hunt and we made dinner afterwards. I'd like to cook some venison, or other game meat now. Any recommendations on butchers?

My other father figure taught me how to play the harpsichord. I don't suppose anyone knows where I could find a harpsichord in Heropa? If I do find one, roomies, would you be okay with it?

Would anyone join me for dinner or listen to me play? I don't feel like being alone these days either.
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Well, this is just freaking appropriate.

[ John Murphy's not so cheerful introduction to the rest of the imPort community, spoken in a dry, bored drawl, expression withered. Honestly, there's some cosmic entity somewhere that's laughing their ass off at him right now. ]

If anyone wants to know how this nuclear arms race thing goes, feel free to stop by... wherever the hell I am right now. [ A glance up and around - he's somewhere in a museum in Heropa, for anyone who may recognize it, trying to brush up on history and where he is on a timeline. If this timeline is even close to what he'd been taught about Earth, before it was nuked into the dark ages. But, he's pretty sure magic powers were never part of it... ] In case you haven't already used those advanced, superhero minds of yours to guess, I'll give you a quick teaser.

A century or so of radioactive wasteland, most of the last of humanity stuck in rusty tin can in space going batshit on each other to conserve air and water, the few that survive on the ground turning into war mongering, torture happy nutjobs, and gigantic, nightmare sea worms. [ he's stopping at a plaque, reading over something, as he wryly lists off the last part, sounding more upset about that bit than the others. then, as an afterthought: ]

Also, horses with two heads. So that's kinda badass.
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does anyone know how to deregister?

I don't mean I want to turn vigilante, or go the other way. And I don't want to go AWOL. I know about those. I just made a mistake, I know that now. I made a mistake and I want to undo it.

there has to be a form to fill out. something.



Please. Anything could help.
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[Noah turns on the video feed, looking sort of like he has a joke he can't wait to tell.]

Hey, what day is it?

[It's simple data collection. He wants to know how many people here have seen the seminal film of his generation.

But behind the smile on his face, there's a slighter edge of hesitance, and after a few moments he leans in a little closer to the camera.]


Um, and for anyone who knew her, Blue Sargent went home over the weekend. I don't know if she'll come back or whatever, but... yeah.

[Daily wisdom: when you're trying not to cry on the network, start with a meme.]
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[Sometime in the evening, after all this happens, there's the Iron Bull's unmistakable voice. Though, instead of how lighthearted it usually is, there's an edge to it.]

Hey! Any of you assholes out there ever wanted to go a few rounds with the Iron Bull?

Now's your chance.

[He'll send a photo of himself standing in the middle of a park in Nonah. There aren't many people around, somehow, in this location, but Bull shouldn't be hard to locate.]

I'm feeling the urge to hit something. Where's the Seeker and her stick when you need her...

video;

Jul. 14th, 2016 02:05 pm
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[[so after a week of aimless wandering and several failed attempts to return to the Dreaming or remove the tattoo on his wrist, the Corinthian finally decides it's time to say hello. Twin black lenses peer thoughtfully down at the communicator, their owner nestled in the shade of some nondescript building.]

It is a curious thing, to be out of place. They have done their best to make us fit, but ill-fitting it must remain for those who had purpose before. Ties are not as easily cut as some lesser materials, and I find these unwanted attempts to bind... [he hums] ...mm, an irritant. I doubt that I'm the only one.

[a pause. The Corinthian glances briefly down at the tattoo on his wrist, glowing in the shadow. He frowns, then returns his attention.]

...I am also aware that there are none here I know, and I am cut off from contacting them. So instead I would have your names and a word on your world, if you would give them. Or not - as you will. But it seems the only thing to do with a communicator is to attempt to communicate; there is no point to hiding in a false world. I will even begin, to make it more comfortable. [he adds, humored:] That is a rare offer from me.

[the nightmare touches a hand to his chest genially.]

I am known as the Corinthian, nightmare of the Major Arcana in service to the Lord Shaper, Lord Dream of the Endless.

And it is good to meet you.
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[This is a view from the bottom of a very tall hill - a small mountain, if you will - that is also very steep and has a small cart at the top. Standing next to the cart is Adam Parrish. He looks doubtful.]

This is for posterity, Parrish. In case we die.

[Running a hand over his face, Adam’s faint voice can be heard in all it’s horrifically accented glory.]

I should never have let you watch those Jackass reruns. It’s not the nineties anymore.

[Ronan makes a noise.]

Don’t pussy out on me now-

[Ronan sets the camera down and gets in the shot; the angle such as it can catch the entire length of the hill. He heads up, and there is a moment of bickering at the top that the camera doesn’t catch because that’s how far up they are. The bickering is good natured for all that - they’re not really fighting. They’re just arguing for the joy of arguing. Chainsaw is sitting at the front of the cart and she occasionally contributes her opinions in the form of cawing.

And then Adam scowls, gets in the cart, and Ronan gets in behind him. Apparently, Lynches celebrate birthdays with spectacular feats of stupidly racing down things, because Ronan pushes them. They’re both screaming after a moment, and Chainsaw opens her wings and flies away before they crash at the bottom.

Now they’re right in distance for the camera to catch them, a pile of boys at the bottom of the hill, with Ronan making a noise that’s laughing and Adam-

Adam Parrish, resident misanthropist, who has never been seen really smiling on the network (or anywhere the public can see) is smiling too, and pushing at Ronan.]


That was really fuckin’ stupid. [He’s still grinning though, far too fond as he untangles himself and moves to check out the pretty wicked scrape now on his arm. It’s then that he catches sight of their recording, moving to pick it up and hand it back to its owner when he gets a look at it properly.] Did you press something different?.

What? [He looks up. Ronan Lynch, who has never posted to the Network, didn’t realize that the red button for record and the green button for stream were different things. This is what you get when you hate phones. He gets up, and rolls his eyes, and switches it off.]
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Poll #17541 Serious Poll
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 31


In my world, the blogging platform for re-distributing content via "reblogs" is known as:

View Answers

Tumblr
12 (40.0%)

Rumblr
1 (3.3%)

Something else
3 (10.0%)

We don't have the internet
6 (20.0%)

we have the internet but we're still in the Myspace years
4 (13.3%)

We have the internet but I'm old and don't understand the question
4 (13.3%)

Did you have Michael Jackson

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Yes
19 (61.3%)

No
7 (22.6%)

It's Complicated
5 (16.1%)

Why is pop music in this dimension so bad? (please check all that you think may apply)

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has no tumblr, only rumblr
2 (7.4%)

imPort worship removing relevance from actual native artists
12 (44.4%)

Continued cold war aggresions limits cooperative globalization, harming the progress of human art
12 (44.4%)

Lucifer has not put out an album yet
4 (14.8%)

seriously though you guys dont even have Justin Beiber. I don't get how you can still fuck it up after a boon like that.
10 (37.0%)



If you selected "it's complicated" for question 2, please explain below.

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Jun. 8th, 2016 07:04 pm
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[ the feed comes on to show a boy with very tall hair and a much shorter girl with scratches on her face over her eye, one looking rather cheerful and the other less so. ]

Hi hi hi everyone, I have an important question. [ he holds up a finger, tilts his head as if a thought had just occurred to him. he's so preoccupied he was going to launch himself into his spiel without even introducing himself. ] I'm being rude. I am Henry Cheng, and we were wondering —

[ the not so tall and in fact very short girl interrupts. ] We're looking for someone we know! [ she pulls a little face, looking over at Mr. Henry Cheng. ] A few people, actually. [ okay, maybe that was a little rude. she murmurs something unintelligible and takes a step back. please, proceed. ]

And that was my lovely friend Blue. [ he gestures with a flourish toward her, shoots her a wink, absolutely unbothered by the interruption or her outburst. ] As she said, we are looking for someone. Multiple someones. I'm sure this place has a list of sorts, yes? A quick way to CTRL-F a friend's name and find out their status?

[ he looks a bit more serious, then, like underneath the cheerfulness he's exhausted. his next words are very earnest. ]

We would appreciate any info. Thank you.

[ in the background, Blue begins tromping away, shedding dead leaves for some reason, and can be vaguely heard to say 'maybe we should've mentioned Gansey by name' before the video ends. ]

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