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[ To some, the blond hair and chiseled jawline that shows up in the video feed might be familiar—either because they knew him in his last go around here, or in some element or another from their own worlds. To others, he just seems like a particularly clean-cut guy wearing a plain cotton t-shirt and an sympathetic look in his eye. He's been playing a bit of catch-up on what he's missed during his absence; none of it has been good. ]

Seems you guys've been keepin' yourselves busy.

[ It wasn't his choice, but he feels damned lousy for not being here anyway. Not much he can do about that now, but he can at least try to catch up: ]

I'm gonna be at the Lucky Cat Café all afternoon; anyone that wants to drop by for a smoothie, it's on me.

[ Yes, that even includes you, random citizen he's never met; Steve's just that kind of guy. He hesitates a moment, then adds with a nod— ]

Good to be back.

[[ To come claim a free smoothie, feel free to hit up Steve's open log here! ]]
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[It's hard to type with little stone fingers, so he's trying to use the voice function for the first time.

Too bad he accidentally activates the video option instead. And also makes this public. Oops.

The communicator shakes, and though the image isn't entirely clear, anyone watching can see couple of dark sockets with glowing pupils and what appears to be a skull with ornate carvings and distinctive hair. Sunlight spills through what seem to be leaves in the background, and it's obvious the person on the screen is crouched down somewhere, trying to hide. He's not looking directly into the camera.]

Hey. Joaquin. It's me, Manolo. So, uhhh...[How do you even put this.]

Funny story! You know how I said my powers were music-based? That's actually half of what I can do. I can also do something else. I think it keeps me from dying, which as far as powers go? Not a bad one, if I do say so myself! [Because he's already dead in this form, but like hell he's going to say that, hah hah hahhh.....

Maybe if he sounds upbeat enough he can bullshit his way through this.]

The only downside is that people shouldn't see me. Don't ask why, it's just...a power thing, you know? So maybe you could come down here with, like, a...sheet? Just toss it in my general direction, and we'll be good to go. Everyone will think I am dressed as a ghost. Perfect disguise, yes?

[He is grinning really hard and hoping all this optimism and false confidence will be enough. But then he notices something and now he's looking at the communicator like it just ran him through with a sword.]

Oh no...

[Oh yes. And now everyone can see exactly what this power actually is. Good job, Manny!]
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Alright, kids, gather round. [ says the man in an expensive suit with Flawless Hair (it's a legitmate power now, he loves it), as he eases back into a leather office chair in what looks like a government building. if anyone's been inside the imPort public relations office, you might notice the wallpaper behind his head looks familiar. ] Seeing as our hosts have assigned me a post in the imPort Public Relations department, it seemed natural I should get to know the people I'm to be relating to.


Show of hands: How many of you would've sold your nanny to get a vacation like this back home? Or something slightly less hyperbolic if you'd rather - you get the idea. [ a hand is waved dismissively, giving a flash of a watch that could probably pay for a new car, and like three rings on a single hand because son has an obsession ok. however, pricey taste aside, his voice is perfectly amiable and good-natured. casual, even, like he's chatting up friends, no hint of arrogance or pomp to it. ]

I'm not demanding life stories, so don't start hanging me for prying; just what you're willing to share. I'm only trying to get a general picture of our community. [ a pause, jack slouching some as he shrugs, nonchalant. ] Can be for anything - the powers, the second lease on life with a clean slate, or just getting away from whatever tragedy your day-to-day had turned to.

Or, maybe, the contrary. Who would sell old Nana for a chance to get out? Important chores to get to, love affairs put on hold, disagreements with the restless natives? Again, details are yours to disclose, or not, in your judgment. [ but he does want to hear the details. because he's nosey, because he's bored, because he likes knowing more about other people than they know about him. ]

By the way, manners - I'm Jack Benjamin, and a preemptive 'lovely to meet you' to all. Retraction of sentiment pending on how actually pleasant you may or may not be as an individual.

[ a beat passes, and Jack flops back some, a lopsided, boyish sort of smile pulling across his lips. if there's anything disingenious to it, it's impossible to spot. ]

But it seems like a benefit-of-the-doubt kind of day.

[[ ooc; PS, Jack's powers include Charm Speak, which he isn't using at the moment and won't be over the network, but if I could get you guys to check out his permissions page for that, that'd be badass. also, if you'd rather have your dude run into jack in person, there's an open log as well /o/ Thanks! ]]
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[Did anyone ever really want a selfie-style shot of Joker’s asshole face when they got on the network? No? Too bad, because it’s there.]

Hi there, boys and girls. Guess what time it is?

[Time for everyone to fucking leave if they know what’s good for them. If you’re still here, godspeed, brave soul. You’re in for a wild ride from start to finish.]

Hey, Kasumi, tell ‘em. Tell ‘em what we’ve got.

[Anyone watching might become slightly seasick as the camera swings away from Joker and over to Kasumi. The hooded woman gives the camera a grin--the kind that someone has when they’re up to no good, like a kid who just stole something from the candy store. (She may actually have stolen something from a store today.) She holds up a paperback novel in her hands.]

We’ve got… this work of art. A masterpiece, honestly. And we’re going to share it with you all because we care.

[She tosses the book over to Joker without warning--but, you know, gently--and takes the camera. Let’s all just hope he doesn’t fracture his fingers trying to catch the damn thing. Note the bottle(s) of wine, and an empty box of pizza on the table as the video focuses on him.]

[He barely makes the catch, fumbling it a little because he’d been in the process of reaching for a glass when she’d thrown it. They are absolutely real adults and there’s no way he’d make it through this whole thing without wine and pizza.]

Seriously, though, this thing is a work of freaking brilliance. It should win all the awards. Every award, ever.

[Joker opens the book to a specially marked page.]

You guys ready for this? Because you’re not. There’s nothing in your life that would’ve ever prepared you for this shit.

Dick Attack! )
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So it occurs to me that there are different forces at work here, among even the imPort population. I confess to have no real understanding of these political intricacies, but feel as though it's important to remain aware of the influences permeating our own subculture of sorts. So far RISE and the Justice League have been spoken of in passing, but what are these organizations and are there any others? An overview would be appreciated.

I feel I should also express my thanks to those that met with myself and my colleague last month before the swear-in, as well as to those that assisted us during the event itself. We are most grateful. We've decided to take employment at StarkTech for the time being, where we'll be heading up a new biotechnological division.

[A little later, an additional notation pops up]

Never will I understand the desire to erect a wall in the face of opposition.
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[It's been awhile since Harry has addressed the Network as a whole, but after last week's excitement, for lack of a better term, now seemed to be a good time. Busy sounds of sewing machines and idle chatter about fabrics can be heard in the background.]

I'm not usually one for bombastic declarations-- [Because only in some overly polite world might this be considered bombastic.] -- but I thought I should announce that Hart's of Heropa is open for business again.

Though, more importantly, I don't think we'll be networking at the swear in ceremonies in the future, for obvious reasons.

[A small sigh. Weary, but more annoyed than anything.]

I apologize to anyone who may have witnessed my behavior that night. Though it's my understanding that the gas used makes us act unnaturally, that's no excuse to not express my regrets.

[Harry's polite language probably wouldn't have seemed as sincere via text, which is why he sticks to voice-- he does mean it, and not just because more people now have hints about his training.]

On that note. Let's all stick to those with background checks for professional help in the future, shall we?

Locked to Eggsy )

Locked to Steve )

Locked to Peej )

Locked to Mary )


[Several hours later, an anonymous video feed appears on the Network, the location currently scrambled. A rather battered looking man sits tied to a chair under blinking fluorescent lights, glaring at the camera. Typing can be heard slightly off screen, and text appears beneath the feed.

I'd like to introduce the Network to Mr. Leskoff. He and his KGB friends have been very busy following us up until recently, and now he's come forward to explain himself. If any of you have questions for one of the people that's been spying on imPorts for the last few months, now's the time.

Don't have the balls to ask any more yourself--

[Obviously, the spy can read what's being typed as well. The dull snap of a silenced pistol firing cuts the man off, however, and he freezes as the bullet punches a hole in the wall immediately behind him.]

Try to stay on topic, Mr. Leskoff. You don't want me to get bored.
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[The voice that comes over the feed is distinctly English, and despite her mood, Peggy is polite. She wasn't going to reveal her status as an agent or indeed the SSR because Peggy didn't know who was listening.]

My name is Margaret Carter and like some of you, I am a recent arrival. It hasn't been easy, trying to adjust to my new circumstances and- [there's a pause.] - abilities. After reading the file I was given and speaking to others, I'm no closer to getting to the truth of this place and whom or what is behind it; if anyone has any more information or even a theory, please share. The more I know the better prepared I am for what's to come.

[Bringing people from different universes, both good and bad, and bestowing incredible powers upon them is a recipe for disaster in her mind. Already, Peggy has heard worrying details about the Swear in ceremonies.]

But I do know one thing for certain. I have no desire to stay here and I am determined to try to get everyone who wants to go home back to where they belong.

[There's a fire in her tone, like something has awoken inside of her and came rushing to the surface.]

You have my word.
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[ It's been a little time since the attack on Angel's Rest; Steve has waited until now to address what happened because he wants to handle this right. There's a pause on the audio before he finally speaks. ]

This is Captain Steve Rogers. You might have worked with me out in the field; you may've seen me at Angel's Rest, before it was the target of a police raid. You may not even know me at all. That's fine -- you're about to.

Not sure how many of you were there when Angel's Rest got hit; I was, and I stuck with Taylor as long as I could. He could've taken off and been in the clear -- there was enough time, and we'd found an exit -- but that would've meant sacrificing Archangel to keep his name clean. So he stayed, along with a few other loyal operatives, and took the fall. He knew what Archangel was doing, what we're all doing, is more important than any one person. And I agree with him. That's why I'm not gonna let this organization fall apart, and together we're gonna see this thing through. No matter what it takes.

[ He gives that a moment to sink in before he continues. ]

Effective immediately, I'll be assuming control of Operation Archangel. I don't disagree with how Taylor did things -- but it's clear that, despite precautions, somebody sniffed us out. [ He's pretty sure that's thanks to someone on the inside -- but he won't be mentioning that. ] That's why things're changing in how we handle ourselves, and how we handle the public. Long story short, we're going underground. The less people know about us and our work, the better off this organization, and the people we're trying to help, will be. Recruitment stops now; if you've got somebody you think would be a good fit, you need to discuss it with me first. That's not a suggestion; that's an order. There's other changes you should expect, but I plan to deliver that information to each of you personally. I want to meet with every one of you; you're the reason this operation exists, and you deserve to have your voice heard. I want to hear what you have to say.

If you've got a problem with me, or anything I'm planning to do, you can walk away from this no questions asked. But I'm hoping for the sake of the people of Maurtia Falls, you'll consider reaching out to me first. For the rest of you, I'm looking forward to the day we chase every last piece of scum out of the city. When we do, first round's on me.

Over and out.

private to kaidan alenko; voice
I need to see you in private. You got any free time?

private to scarlet witch; text
We need to talk.

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[ 100% fully anonymous ]

Name: Unnecessary
Occupation: Mob Boss
Business: Racketeering (namely money laundering), working with the MFPD
Residence: Maurtia Falls
Murders associated with: Total # unknown, but 6+
Status: Dead as of 7th

I can't exactly say why I found myself in front of this man over a week ago. It wasn't planned to any concrete extent, and yet my intentions were decided upon before I even arrived in Maurtia Falls. While I continue to struggle with my feelings towards those who commit crime without abandon, and towards those who show no inclination to change, I can't help but think there's only one true thing that can be done about it. Which was exacted by my hand without a second thought and no real lingering guilt - at the time

From here on out, it would only be done with far more reserve - pause, if you will - and yet no less reason. Simply put, I cannot and will not guarantee i'll be looking to save those who have done others significant harm.

I'm fully aware that a known vigilante group is out to help others as well - outside of the government - and both its function and initiative is in no way focused on the end goal of annihilation. Otherwise they might be simply considered murderers, causing more harm than good. One mobster's death may not cause so great a tumble in the mob's structure as to result in further problems in MF, but it will shake the foundation into necessary light and bring out those that once remained where they could not be seen. It will make it that much easier to spot who is willing to cause more trouble, and how they might go about doing it.

While i'm not encouraging, to the deepest extent, to kill others haphazardly, I still believe that there are more permanent ways to handle problems that we all face here. Permanent being the key word. Some people should simply not be allowed to walk freely and should be stopped before they're capable of enjoying another day under their horrifying command.

[ 100% fully anonymous + Archangel filter ]
For those who choose to comment on what the government might have to say, they've already spoken their feelings on the matter. The flood gates have opened, there's no longer any way of saying they'll close.

[ ooc note; OKAY SO. Feel free to respond to this post as you will. It's more of a commentary from 'anon' regarding the aftermath of Famine and about his feeeeelings. But, most importantly, he miiight not be responding to commentary. HOWEVER, the Archangel people he'll be... at least more likely to talk to. No promises on that regard, but he mostly wants Archangel folks to know that he's talking to ya'll more than anyone else.

That's all; have at!


Jun. 9th, 2015 07:09 pm
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[His ID currently reads Hulkling, and there's not much point being in audio to talk about something that's in a video clip, but he can't really deal with being visible right now. He hates drawing attention to himself, he's always preferred to be part of the group whenever possible. And yes, he knows this is going to draw possibly more attention. But he can't help wanting to apologise, even if intellectually he can understand it wasn't entirely his fault.

He also doesn't want people getting a look at the room he shares with his boyfriend. The room he hasn't left much for a couple of days.

When he talks, he sounds a little tired. Sleep hasn't been the easiest thing for him, the last couple of days.]

You know, one of the last things I said to anyone before the whole... random anger thing was that I wasn't usually subject to uncontrollable rage despite the name. Irony, huh?

[Although he isn't sounding very amused by it. Not the funny kind of irony, clearly.]

How do you get over knowing someone- something else got in your head and messed with your thoughts? Because if anyone has a suggestion, I'd like to hear it.

[He hesitates, and then adds-]

Sorry. Just give me another couple of days, I'll be fine.
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[ The alias attached to the entry reads only Scarlet Witch, no name given. The alias is a relic, a token from the old days when she and Pietro shouted revolution from the rooftops. After HYDRA, Wanda didn't think she had anything to fear anymore. No cell could hold her, no bullets could touch her. Together, she and Pietro were invincible. No one could hurt them again.

Then, she came here. ]

today i have learned that in america, a hero is someone who grows fat and lazy off the praises that are given to him, but he has not earned. for this, a hero will give away his freedom.

[ Though she does not fear as she once did, Wanda doesn't accept the tattoo on her wrist easily. Rather than being gunned down in the streets, the masses of "imPorts" allow themselves to be cataloged and controlled -- even those that profess to be unhappy with their enslavement. They say things like, "it could be worse," using that to justify their own slothfulness.

It could always be worse. That doesn't make it right. ]

where i am from, the avengers are so high in their tower that humans appear to them only as little ants. the complacency i see here is worse, i think.

where do i find a true hero?
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[ The screen flickers on to a face that’s as pure America as apple pie. With his wide jaw set at a stiff angle and his blond hair all a mess after facing the abuse of a helmet for far too long, Steve stares down into the endless abyss of an open video communication log. He’s not exactly comfortable with this, but he can’t think of a much better way to find familiar faces besides going door to door -- not that he didn’t consider it. Briefly. ]

This is Captain Steve Rogers. I’m looking for members of my team; we were separated before I arrived here.

[ He’s not naming names; at least one person on said team goes by well over a dozen of them, and he’s pretty sure she’d snap his neck in six places if he even so much as uttered one of them on an unsecure channel. ]

Near as I can tell, most everybody here has been dragged away from their lives to fight somebody else’s war by a governing body that doesn't seem keen on so much as a “please” and “thank you;” if I’m wrong about that, I’d love to hear about it. If I’m not, I’d certainly like to hear more about that, too. So whatever information you’ve got, I’ll take it.

[ What do you say from here? After a long and somewhat frustrated silence, he closes with: ]

Over and out.
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[The video feed starts, and May moves the communicator a bit so there’s a better view of her, clear sky in the background. Perfectly normal teenaged girl. The ID reads simply May Parker.

What’s not so obvious is that is that she’s on top of a roof somewhere.]

Hi. I can’t say I’m exactly terrified, but I’m guessing that’s because shock hasn’t hit yet from the whole ‘kidnapped to another dimension’ thing. Even if it does have hovercars for everyone. I guess that’s cool? [She doesn’t look like she’s completely behind that statement, though.]

I’m May, by the way. I don’t know what sort of questions I should be asking, but I’ve got the feeling anything I really need to find out, I’ll find out soon enough.

[Hopefully. There’s enough confidence in her voice that she doesn’t sound completely lost and confused. In the meantime, she’s going to be on this side of anxious about everything at home; being dragged to another dimension was really not what she needed going on in her life.]

So! Different question: I heard people are brought here from all sorts of other dimensions, so do the Avengers or Fantastic Five ring any bells?
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[ steve's first — and so far only — open post had been political in nature, he'd worn the uniform and introduced himself as captain america.

this time around, he's not using the video function, and the comm id reads steve rogers / captain america since either identity is hardly a secret. this time around, he isn't pursuing a lofty ideological goal or seeking information, exactly.

well, no, he is, but the mission is somewhat more selfish:

Does anyone have a recommendation on where to get a bike without endorsing the company behind it? Or having to pose on the hood of a car? It doesn't have to hover.

And a mechanic?

[ he could just look around himself, but what's the network for if pooling resources and information?

besides, asking offers him an excuse to add,
] If you're new here, welcome. There's a helpful information post written up by Kate Bishop.

And if the name Captain America means something to you, let me know.
[ he's not sure whether he should hope that someone he knows has recently arrived and he just doesn't know it yet, or if he should hope for the exact opposite — that they're still in their own world where they belong — but either way, if someone he knows (or who knows him, or a version of him) is here, he wants to be aware of it. ]
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[ when thomas appears on the video, he’s looking dirty and entirely worn, and that stain in his hair might be blood, jussayin. though his clothes are completely fresh, looking newly bought from the store, and there’s a lump on his left shoulder of a bandage wrapped there beneath the cotton. clean as that looks, thomas seems half-dead, otherwise, speaking with a completely blank voice. his skin looks too pale and blotchy, probably because this message wasn’t the first thing he did when he got street side. that was collapse against a wall somewhere and have a lot of Emotions. which we aren’t going to talk about. ]

If anyone was trying to get to me the last day, sorry, I wasn’t around. [ he pauses, swallowing, and looks at some empty spot in space just underneath the phone, eyes distant. ] Took a trip home, for a week and a few days.

[ it was a bad week and a few days. it was an entirely horrific week and a few days and thomas is nearly considering just staying here, not going back. but he can’t leave the others. not there. with what the world is now, and the few sparse memories he’s gotten back, he’s lost hope that any of them will find a ‘home’ in the world again. but he’ll still get them somewhere safe. he has to.

thomas clears his throat, attention snapped back to the camera, and he rolls his left shoulder experimentally - it had been agonizing who knows how many hours ago, and thomas had been sure he was dying of infection, and now he feels even better than before. it’s ridiculous. and a little infuriating. but that’s a different topic. ]

How many of you came in with some kind of illness? [ the Flare. he’s seen what it does, and he knows what will happen to him, Newt and Minho if it starts working in them. But the other two have been fine, for months here. ] Have you seen the symptoms stalled, or has it kept going? If it was contagious, has it spread, or did the government shanks in that lab put something in your system to contain it?

[ as much as he hates the idea of them messing with him, and of the nanites they put in their blood, if it keeps the Flare contained, he’ll accept it. and if there was something these people did to hold off the Flare, you bet your ass Thomas is going to be looking to take it home with him. sry not sry, his world needs this a lot more than yours does, jerks. his expression sours some, this comment half muttered. ] And how many of you have a world that’d kill for whatever they’re using here?



I don’t think I can give you a sample, now. I’ll look for some others, still. Sorry.


We need to talk.


Oct. 25th, 2014 08:43 pm
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[Kara's back again, looking pissed as usually, but this time she has a newspaper in her hand that she holds up for the camera to see. It's an article about how the imPorts who went to Bulgaria are traitors.]

This is bullshit.

[She tosses the newspaper away and looks back at the camera.]

We risked our asses to help people and all the media's done is talk shit about us. I figure it's time we had our own say. I've been working with Goodman on changing that, but I ain't made for cameras, so some of you are gonna have to do it.

[She really isn't good at selling this, but she doesn't think it really needs to be sold, considering that she's expecting everyone to be pissed off.]

If you can't hold your damn tongue then you ain't invited. I need people who can make a good impression, because I've seen what happens when this shit gets outta control, and it looks like the government ain't gonna be on our side much longer.

Let's talk if you're interested.

[Kara you're terrible at this, but at least she hangs up to put everyone out of their misery.]

[[ooc: in relation to this!]]


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

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

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

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

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


Oct. 14th, 2014 01:12 am
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[ Annie manages to sound fairly calm through all of this, only allowing her irritation and amalgamation of unhappy emotions show through in the words she chooses to emphasize, smattered throughout her report-like announcement. ]

Loki, you can considering this a love letter for the information age, following up on when you were asking people here to deal in sharing and caring. United States Military, you're welcome to listen in, but all this information is on file with you already, so you may find it lackluster.

Any helpful technologically capable people out there might help me out and work on encrypting conversations below here for the sake of freedom of discussion.

I don't like talking on these, and I'm not good at it, so pay attention. I've included two attachments to this broadcast, and none of the dramatic bullshit we've seen on national television lately. This is all information I've been given by Lieutenant Ananke. Any questions in specific to those contents within should be directed to her, through her contact line programmed onto your device. Or stop by in person. I don't care.

The first is a list of imPorts and native heroes who went missing following events in 2008. Some are reported dead, others only as missing. These names should be familiar to anyone who attended the swearing in last month, where we were witnessing the opening of the memorial graveyard. Not all of these names are there. Not all families wanted a memorial. Not everyone thinks these people are truly gone, or truly dead.

The second is a series of video recordings of a handful of these people. I'm hoping that you can help me identify everyone in attendance - some recordings are labeled with names. They match up to descriptions on file. It also means we have a few more faces to put with names. I've guessed that the young blond man we see in the last two videos is Liam Lawson, a younger native hero. I believe the woman he isn't with, the one sitting down, may be Eleni Wang, who hasn't been heard from since going underground in 2008. I'm not positive, so here's the floor, open for discussion.

Further, myself and several others have been pursuing investigations into the Hornets, localized to the city of Nonah. It's not all swift moving, but I hope that each person will be sharing information on what they learn as they learn anything. I'm presently investigating one of the former students at Phillip North's gym, but if that provides information, I won't know for a while yet. Liam Lawson is also being investigated by another of those who expressed interest, and I'd recommend he share that information, even if it's a dead end, with the imPorts when he has a chance.

[ If there's anything to report, Wally. ]

I don't care how much or little you trust the government. I don't care how often you want to piss into the wind. There's too much shit going on for me to care about bickering over those details, between Russia sitting on ships staring down Alaska up North, to puzzles pointing toward concerns further South and outside this nation, to the fact that Lunatic, one of our own, has been murdering people, and tried to incinerate a seventeen year old civilian earlier today for having been involved in a drunk driving incident that ended another's life.

Cut to the chase. What else is happening that we should know about? Enlighten me.

[ Attachment A: HFILE1.PDF ]
[ Attachment B: Video Files ]

[ OOC Note: Any references within this post to Kara Strydottir should read as Kara Lindholm instead, as that is how her name appears on network. My apologies for any confusion! Please use Kara Lindholm for any references in this post and related comment threads. ]

3, Video

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

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

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

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

Do you fear war?


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