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[ The camera opens with Rose setting up a camera in front of a couch, disappearing as soon as she’s satisfied with the position. Kanaya seems pensive, her lips drawn tight, looking at something to her left, where some low chatter can be heard. Some sort of skittering noises, and an occasional squeak. Kanaya takes a deep breath and turns her attention to the camera, as she begins. ]

Around a year ago, some of you may remember I spent time in prison for, well, costumed supervillainy. I came to the Network to confess the crimes I committed as Hobgoblin, in...what one might call an ill-advised endeavor for harsher punishment. Suffice to say, I wasn't at my best at the time, or in any way my most logical. But...I wasn't at my most truthful, either. There was much that went into that situation that I left out, mostly by deliberate obfuscation or exaggeration.

[ There's another chirp from offscreen, and Kanaya breaks her thought for a moment to look to her left and gently tap a finger against her lips. She takes another deep breath, collecting her thoughts more coherently. Stop pausing so much, Kanaya. ]

The most important facet being that the Hobgoblin was primarily the result of mental manipulation, even brainwashing, conducted on me by Norman Osborn. The elder. [ Because that will always be an important distinction.

It's at this point that Rose becomes a solidly visible figure, casting an incomprehensible look towards Kanaya, utterly oblivious to just how in frame it is. Relief is, perhaps, the best way to describe it; it's been a year that she's waited for Kanaya to cast the blame on the correct person. For as long as it lasts, at least, as Kanaya unfortunately isn't done.
]

Not that it makes me entirely innocent. He told me what to do, yes, and I was compelled to follow his directives, but it isn't as though he micromanaged the whole thing. Carrying it out was still me, still my mind determining how to arrive at the destination he dictated. [There’s a frustrated sigh, off screen, quite obviously from Rose. ]

The costume, as an example, was my design. I only created it to the parameters he desired, which isn't very different from most design jobs I take. Only, this one was in preparation to becoming the client's costumed thug. Which is really all I was. More a henchwoman than a supervillain.

And even his part in it doesn't erase the lies I told in my previous confession, of course, that's still a thing that I did. I could try to paint the reasons behind that decision, the guilt and the rationalizations. I would rather have suffered someone thinking me worse than I am than allow anyone else to make themselves a target for all of this. To keep them from experiencing what had already happened to me, or what he did to Rose through me. It was a bad plan, among many bad plans.


[ This time, Rose is very conscious of her visibility. And, a very soft interjection: ] The point is that, ultimately, Norman Osborn was the grand orchestrator in this. [ Kanaya glances at her with some surprise. She was carrying on a bit, wasn't she? ] Right. Yes, that.

What it all comes down to is that Norman Osborn was a very dangerous man. Kanaya experienced violation to a degree which is unfathomable. I allowed my ego to blindside me and I ultimately allowed myself to be manipulated and played like a well tuned instrument. We could stand here all day and count the ways in which we blame ourselves and the ways in which things could have been done differently, but none of that erases what has been done.

This was a year ago, now. In the months that followed, several imPorts aided us in an extensive investigation and in the end, Norman’s recent arrest. Notably, Norman Osborn junior was a significant help. We owe everyone involved a debt of gratitude for seeing this to its end. Unfortunately, the end being that we have also subsequently seen the senior be ported out.
[ Sourly said, though it ought to be cause for some relief, later. ] If we're lucky, this world will never see his like again.

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Dec. 19th, 2015 09:53 pm
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[ The first thing anyone is going to see is a nice big image of this, before the camera pans back to reveal the image is just a picture from a calendar, October's page to be exact.

After everyone's had a good few seconds to look at that the camera is quickly spinning around to focus on Junseo's face. He looks a little befuddled, but that's pretty typical for Junseo anyway.
]

Hyung told me to hand these out to people.

[ An awkward pause as he tries to think how to continue with this. For a guy that used to sell large shipments of narcotics he's not a very good salesman. ]

So if you want one I can give you one?
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[ The camera turns on to Kanaya's face, looking very much not herself. It isn't only the lack of polish, her makeup missing and hair sweat-drenched and tangled, but not even the right species. There's a softer edge to all of her features, her skin having turned from granite to coper, and of course no horns to speak of. To all appearances, she looks perfectly human, though a disheveled human, at that.

She tries to sit up in her hospital bed, but it isn't an easy task with her leg in a sling. She looks upset, frantic even, her breathing quick and labored, passing through grit teeth.
]

I need blood. Not for me, it's-- [ She pauses, taking a deep breath. ] They won't let me leave! But...it's important.

[ She glances off to the side, knitting her brows as she tries to collect her thoughts. At one point, her breath stills, as if it's stopped, but it isn't long before she breaks back into a gasp. That tactic isn't going to work when she's like this. ]

It has to be at least four. But that's per day, and I don't know how long until I'll be out. More would be ideal. If you have regenerative abilities, that's...even better.

[ She closes her eyes for a moment, taking another deep breath before she look back to the camera. ]

I know it's asking for a lot, but. Please. I need your help.

[ And the camera clicks off. ...Only to click back on a moment later, now private to Sabriel, Kanaya gripping her forehead tightly. ]

Shit. Please. Please don't hurt them. I'm. I'm taking care of it!

[ ooc: Kanaya has telepathy that she has no idea how to control, so it's possible your character might pick up a few thoughts she's accidentally broadcasting! Please let me know in the subject line if you are cool with this. ]
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hey its that time again
this special day when a dude turns seventeen and gets fuck all in return for it
seriously though who the fuck decides im somehow arbitrarily just not eligible for shit until our planet flings itself around the goddamn sun one more time
what difference does it
the president peering through his fuckoff huge space telescope or whatever while he decides who can get tatted up or not
turns to the guy writing the constitution and is like yo that SO TIGHT but you gotta see eighteen of those sick tricks before we let you do anything cool
cant be getting a sweet full sleeve of carebears on your arm or BIG DICK BILL directly on your forehead 
until youve supposedly survived a full set of life experiences absolutely every shitbird out there will have somehow before that magic date passes that allows them to make mature and rational decisions
maybe ive got a serious emergency only fireworks or lottery tickets can solve and because some guy whos most definitely dead decided 1000 years ago to pass some sort of moral judgement on me
something to think about

whatever
point is
i dont really have a point guess its just been a while since ive actually DONE something to mark the day my diapered ass got slammed into the earth at ten thousand miles an hour
so you could indulge in that time honored tradition of giving into the lull of modern consumerism which states you have to bestow worthless crap on someone for the great feat of continuing to breathe another year
or i guess more practically you could stop by krakatoa and listen to some of my sweet jams since i work there or something
hey thats some free advertising right there
i should be getting paid for that namedrop

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Oct. 31st, 2015 12:58 pm
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[In the background, the siren call of cats meowing heartily as Rose feeds them. ]

Three things, all of vague importance. I am stuck between two costumes and want them both as a surprise. So: pink or blue?

[Meow, meow - and a huff from Rose.] Secondly if I hear of a single black cat being harrassed I will be paying personal visits to any and all perpetrators to teach the value of feline care. And the third - thank you to whoever decorated my yard. This has been the best gift I have received all year. How does one get a skeleton to skateboard? With great skill, obviously.

[She is so blessed.] Anyway, happy Halloween and all that.
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[ in front of barry is a rather large bowl of candy. it's clear that some candy ( half the bowl ) has been eaten and not just because barry happens to be eating some right when the video starts. call it him getting in the halloween spirit via candy meant for other people. he'll buy some more later. ]

Halloween is in two days, if I haven't forgotten a day or two or it isn't the wrong day. I know a reasonable amount of us are adults who are too adult to dress up or if we do dress up it's just for maybe a costume party. And those of us who aren't, just don't want to dress up or think they're too mature for it.

[ barry pauses to eat yet another chocolate bar before continuing. ]

But I like to think some of us are kids at heart. You don't have to have superheroes at home, it can apply to just here. Maybe you're a superhero at home and have other ones you just like enough to have thought about what I'm to ask.

My question is one that I only have a chance to ask around Halloween without it being weird and off topic. How many of you have wanted to dress up as a superhero before? And if you already were a superhero, have you ever wanted to dress up as another one. Just for Halloween or a costume party or whatever.

[ a pause and another candy bar is eaten. ]

You don't have to answer if you're too mature but if I'm willing to admit as a 25 year old that I've wanted to do that even today, I think some of you can admit it too. You could even do it on private, I won't tell a soul because it's a little rude to tell other people's secrets. I just want to know because Halloween's supposed to be fun, and it sounds like a fun thing to do.

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Oct. 22nd, 2015 10:38 am
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[ The video clicks on to Dorian, leaning in a chair against the wall, with a guitar in his lap. He's idly strumming at it—though the window, it's obvious that the sun's going down when he films this (someone's mostly nocturnal these days). He basically looks every bit the douchebag college guy who plays his guitar on the quad, except for the fact that he's immortal. ]

Lawyers! This is your time to shine. Or, lawyers and other people who are willing to grapple with an intellectual property dilemma. So in that case, lawyers and the utterly pretentious. [ excluding him, of course ] To the best of my knowledge, certain bands from my world don't exist in this one. For instance, I haven't found any trace of Adam and the Ants. [ mostly because that band is HELLA 80S and this game's aesthetic is the 1950s. As if to prove his point, Dorian starts quietly playing a few chords from a song that some people might recognize as "Prince Charming" by Adam and the Ants. ] However, that's not to say that Mr. Adam Ant himself doesn't exist in this world. For all I know, he's a plumber somewhere or something droll like that.

So if I were to start up a band-which I am, looking for a drummer by the way-and we released an Adam and the Ants song for our first single, despite Mr. Ant perhaps existing here but that song not existing here, is that legally sound? I know it's probably not ethically sound but really, who gives a damn about ethics these days.

[ there's a pause before Dorian continues, as if he's realized an obvious point of contention. ] And yes, before some of you point it out, I can play the guitar and I can sing. I was in a band back in the day: Dorian Gray and the Hedonists. [ is he that vain YOU BET HE IS THAT VAIN. And that nostalgic now, apparently. Somebody got bit with the music bug HARD. ] To prove it... [ he pauses for a moment, frowning, thinking a little bit ] ...anyway, here's "Wonderwall."

[ and Dorian just straight up launches into playing and singing "Wonderwall." He's actually a good guitar player and has a pretty damn good voice (and I will link to some audio clips later) so enjoy Dorian unintentionally being That Guy. ]

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Oct. 19th, 2015 08:48 am
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[ Here's Carl, looking a little older last time he posted a video network. He's sitting down on the couch, staring straight at the camera. His hair is a shaggy mess, but apparently that's all the rage. Back home. Where brushing one's hair is not mandatory in interacting in normal, sane human beings. ]

So. Um, hi.

So I kinda went dark cause I went back home. Is it weird to think coming back home to where there is the end of the world, like something you really need? Man I dunno, that sounds really really bad. Worst than it sounds. I'm not good with this.

[ He starts to tug at his fingers, one joint at a time, while he rethinks on his next words. ]

Like, I go home and I find this place after living like a nomad in the woods for god knows how long. Totally untouched. Perfect suburbia. Full of homemakers. People on the porch enjoying their smokes. I didn't fit in. It felt like living in a dream, and I kept expecting to wake up. Totally surreal.

[ He stops his idle finger tugging. He folds them together. ]

I guess what I'm saying is that - I don't feel bad living here. Because for a long time here, I thought there was something wrong with me for not living this world like I ought to. I even try to seek actual medical help on that. [ And that went as well as being nibbled by a walker. ] But I go back home and experience the same thing, and that feeling of the heebie jeebies and it's like - nah, I'm not the freak here.

[ He gives a small, ironic smile at the camera. ]

It's everyone else, honestly.

[ A bad attempt at a joke. He leans back, hands on his knees, gripping tightly. ]

Also today is my birthday. We don't really celebrate birthdays back home since calendars aren't being published anymore. I'm amazed I can still remember mine - sometimes I forget how old I am, honestly. Pretty sure I'm 15. Or I'm approaching 16, depending if I'm adding up the months I've spent back home plus here. My math skills only go as far as multiplying and dividing nowadays.

[ Carl gives a small shrug. He looks a little more sure of himself now, although it is a different kind of confidence. There are still a ways a go before he's actually in peace with himself. ]

At least I know I'm too old for trick or treating, that's for sure.

[ Whether or not he would actually celebrate Halloween, on the other hand, is a little different. ]
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It's like twenty days until Halloween and I haven't even got a costume figured out yet. This is a catastrophe.

[ Ah, she knows that they've had some very serious actual catastrophes lately, but Clary definitely seems to try and focus on the normal things in life. Especially when she's stuck here and can't get back home to make a different. ]

Anyway, so does Heropa have a carnival or anything? Or any of the Porter cities? Usually I go to a club or a party with my bff. It's tradition. I think he'd be disappointed if I didn't do something. What's everyone else doing? What's everyone wearing? Are glittery vampires still the popular costumes? Boy wizards? Sexy clipboard? I need to know!
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This song and dance again, huh? Thought I'd be about done with appearin' in random bloody places, considerin'.

[ Considering what? Newt isn't elaborating. ]

Guess the upside is I actually remember bein' here before. I can't imagine going through that Porter process again as a Greenie, losin' my head over being taken again. Different city this time, though. [ He gives a lopsided smile, shifting the camera as he walks. ] Sorry, rambling. I had a point to all this.

I'm lookin' to see if my klunk for brains friends are still around. Know a few of 'em were gone before I left, but I figure if I'm here again there's a chance they are too. Names're Alby, Minho, [ a short hesitation ] Tommy. [ And there's another pause before he adds: ] Teresa.

Oh. Guess I should introduce myself too, in case there's a whole lot of new shanks around here. Name's Newt. Anyway, if you've seen any of them around, or anyone calling themselves a Glader, let me know, yeah?

[ He hesitates to turn the video off yet, wondering if he should apologize for the last time he was here, but eventually decides it's better not to bring it up again. Not exactly the best way to come back, talking about a Crank outbreak. After the few minutes of deliberation he cuts the video. ]
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[ 'Sup MoM. It's your favourite nerdy teenager. She's sitting on the edge of her bed, pieces of drawing paper where they usually are, scattered around her like she's a storm. Mostly she's been passing the time with working on her power. So far she's managed to pull all sorts out of paper - crooked jewellery, imperfect and smudged mugs, hairclips that don't hold her hair very well. She just wishes she could be better, be useful.

That's not why she's on the network today though.
]

So yesterday was my birthday. [ She says it with a little shrug and a smile, it's not that big of a deal. ] My birthday was also two and a half months ago. So does that make me sixteen still? Or have I just advanced to seventeen? I don't know how any of this works. It's not like time travel exists where I'm from.

[ It's mild curiosity. It's not like seventeen means she can do much more with her life. ]

Oh! Also. What do you think's a good starter pet? I've never had one before. I think I want something fluffy though.
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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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[Up on the screen is a young man with too many freckles on his face to count. He's from a time long ago, but he's grown accustomed to wearing modern clothes, with a simple red t-shirt on. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the large black dragon that rolls about on the grass behind him.]

Uh, hi there! I'm Hiccup. Some of you might know me if — well, if you're all even still here. From what I've figured out, I came here earlier this year, but uh, some sort of glitch happened and I got kind of stuck or ... something like that. Basically, I kind of left for a few months and was just kind of curious what's actually happened since I left. I mean, last I saw, there was a giant dragon wrecking things so, uh, things were kind of crazy. But I guess that was a while back now.

[He sighs deeply, recalling that, shaking his head.] If you knew me before, I'm sort of the "dragon guy" or whatever, so if someone can tell me what happened, that'd be great. I'm ... really hoping to clear up any anti-dragon views around here. Because they're not all bad! Really. It's — it's complicated, but I promise you that. But, uh, I guess that's that. Thanks.

[With an attempted smile, more sheepish than anything, the feed goes off.]
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[well, if you are new and you know Rose Lalonde Personally, you are in for a shock. mostly because she is probably older than you might remember her being.

it's because she's eighteen, as of three minutes ago. ]


So, in compliance with vague time bullshit and overall multi-verse malarkey, I am now 'officially' eighteen.

[maybe this is more exciting if you're British. ]

I haven't adequately prepared for this. So, I suppose -- what does one do to celebrate turning eighteen?
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[Eggsy’s arrival is pretty much the same as everyone else’s, except for one minor difference. He’s lost his fucking welcome pamphlet. Yeah, he should have been more careful, tucked it away for safe keeping after flipping through it, but, he hadn't, and now he needed it.

He’s not sure if he misplaced it somewhere between the building and the car or sometime after, but, either way, he wants it back. Sooner rather than later. Or at least a copy of it so he can try to figure out what the hell is going on. Eggsy doesn’t know if this is some kind of test, waking up in a new place with a tattoo and no memory of how he’d gotten here; sounded like the night before must have been pretty rough or amazing, whatever, he just wants to know what the fuck is going on.

The pamphlet, he thinks, is a good way to get things going. An opener. So he can see what kind of people he's living around now, figure things out for himself based on more than what's on a piece of paper.

And even though he's not one hundred percent that this isn't some fucked up test, he does know how to use the phone he’s been given, and he doesn’t waste any time pushing through and just asking for what he needs.]


Yeah, Eggsy here. [He shifts the device, angling it so they can only see his face and not where he is. Not that he even knows where he is.] I lost my fuckin' welcome guide. I need another. Anyone got one to spare? Great, thanks. [A quick grin, and the feed ends.]

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What's the longest someone's ever been here? A few years or something, right? Four? Five.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Right.

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

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

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Jun. 20th, 2015 05:45 pm
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Because the universe has piled us into this place, where things just happen, usually when you're trying to deal with all kinds of other things that just happened, piled on top of a sundae of people you love getting afflicted with stuff and people you like disappearing, which is of course topped with the Big Brother is watching you cherry, I would really like to suggest some kind of 4th of July cookout.

And you know it's bad when I am suggesting a 4th of July cookout. But whatever, if it rains I'll work up some spell to move it around or someone who can manipulate weather, if they want to help, they can do that, and we can get a big projector somehow and play really classic old movies from the thirties or something and I'll....make fireworks. Plus food.

I'm just starting to find this all oppressively oppressive and I'm not a...party person, I guess, but I figure this is probably easy enough, right?

If I'm wrong don't correct me.
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It's been a while, but I suppose I'm curious—and it's hard to do much for curiosity, once it's born, is there? Some feelings can't be snuffed out, once they exist, no matter how much you might wish for it.

[ The voice is that of a young woman, somewhere between late teens and early twenties, lower-middle pitch and a steady cadence. A little tired, perhaps a little bored, but not irritably so. ]

Darkness, Earth, Water, Light, Wind, or Flame.

Choose one, please. But, before you do, know that there's no right answer, or wrong answer, and there's no moral component to any of them. "Light" doesn't mean good; "darkness" doesn't mean evil. Only whichever suits you. Something a little trivial, perhaps, but I'd like to hear your answers.

Thanks.

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