07 | video

May. 3rd, 2017 10:39 pm
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[it's quite late at night when this video goes up. there's no thematic reason for the timing - Lapis has simply been up here alone with her thoughts for quite a while at this point, and only now collected herself enough to feel strong enough for social interaction.

when the feed clicks on to show where 'here' is, it's easy to understand the sentiment. the camera displays the dazzling expanse of the galaxy from an up close and personal angle, bobbing gently up and down to the beat of unseen wings. it's quiet for a time, in the velvety way only space can provide, before her voice cuts through it.]

We don't make patterns out of stars where I'm from - we don't even really name them. It's just sorted by cut and facet, so that you can find things as efficiently as possible.

...I guess if we had to stare up at the same sky every night for thousands of years it might've been different.

[the camera swings slightly to focus in on a cluster of stars which ought to be familiar to any resident of earth, even with the uncharacteristic closeup.]

Apparently humans call that one Scorpius? They think it used to be some kind of big monster until it got in a fight. [she pauses for a moment, a little uncertain.] I'm not really sure any of them know what stars are actually made of.

[Lapis flits the camera around to showcase a few more constellations: Libra, Centaurus, Lupus... it's difficult to tell whether she's doing it for the viewers at home or simply her own amusement, but it's beautiful all the same.]

You have to travel a lot further out than most people realize to lose shapes like that. There's nowhere in this system that you could look from and not know where you are; wherever you go, you can always find your way back.

There are places in other worlds that just don't exist here, though. Do you think there's anything left at the end of those paths?

[there's clearly something aside from galactic scenery weighing on Lapis' mind, but she keeps whatever's prompted this trip to herself. after another panoramic view of the stars, she wordlessly clicks the feed off.]

1 || VIDEO

May. 3rd, 2017 12:40 pm
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Alternate Universes.

Alright, I've heard weirder. [ The filtered, mechanical voice comes from the reflective helmet -- which really just reflects the camera of his comm back for the world to see. Exciting! ]

So the important questions are as follows:
Number one. Radio Shack, or some equivalent. Or am I supposed to dig through scrapyards? It looks like most of them are out of business, so I'm looking for a supplier.
Number two. Who likes to sing, and wants a good deal on being the best damn singer out there? Let's talk.
Number three. Tell me about each of these cities. I can read reviews, but I want to know what you think about them. For...research.
Number four. What's the fandom scene like? Anyone else here involved, or is it just the normal people.

If any of you have met Persephone, or Inanna, I'm a friend of theirs. [ Woden, they hate you. ] So treat me well, alright?

[ A pause, and he looks down, supposedly at what is probably another phone. This is absolutely on purpose. ] Oh. I guess it would be a Wednesday, wouldn't it?
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yo. tara here. i might not have spoken to a lot of you. but there is this super annoying girl running around who seemed to recognize me, but refuses to tell me her name, and im very done with it. defining characteristics:

- dark hair
- i think shes literally dead? she cant feel pain and puts severed limbs back in the socket and is totally chill about it somehow??
- super sarcastic like, annoyingly so
- also she can MESS WITH YOUR POWERS??? like turn them off
- likes watching dinosaurs fight

please reply with any information i cant compensate you with money but i can move rocks for you and shit
or grow you a nice cactus

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First of all, I hate to say this but Calendar Man's ported out. He didn't show up for work, so I did a bit of prowling around [ aka breaking and entering ] and he's not asleep either.

[ But that involves dealing with feelings and acknowledging friends leave and while the Doctor's trying his hardest to get better at that, he still has some issues. Let's not deal with feelings by talking about things instead. There's a chalkboard behind the Doctor and he writes out what he's saying as he talks through his theory. ]

Speaking of the sleeping thing, a proposition: I think I know who caused this.


Tl dr! [ And yes, he said out the letters 't', 'l', 'd', and 'r' like a goddamn grandpa who just learned to text-speak ] Point one, very powerful with powers that are good for mucking with your head. Point two, the Russian occupation. Point three, a repeat offender. Point four, Billy Kalpan. Put them all together and that reveals our culprit to be.....

[ cue a very anticlimactic shrug. ]

Somebody! I know who it is, I just don't know the name. There's a lot of us, after all, I don't know every imPort. Give me some names, let's figure this nonsense out, we've got people's boyfriends to wake up! [ There's a pause, before, ]

Also, it's not Crane. Or Julian, obviously, what with the whole being Ported out thing. We can cross those two off the list. Likewise, if you can help me piece together how fire birds work into this, I'd appreciate it. The little bird was a bit vague on that part.


Mar. 20th, 2017 09:48 am
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[ The Doctor clicks on the camera with a grin. He's sitting in a park and there's a mirage of a small group of Civil War era soldiers practicing drills behind him. ]

Blah blah corpses, blah blah murder, let's talk about something fun. Specifically, these anachronisms. It doesn't take an idiot to know that things have ramped up recently. Going from not speaking to actual interaction? That's different. Makes you wonder if they're going to ramp up even further to a more sustained type of interaction.

[ Those with a keen eye can notice that the soldiers have done the same drill over and over again, repeating the same ten seconds for as long as the Doctor's been speaking. If not...well, he'll point it out anyway. ]

Because this? Limited interaction. These soldiers back here keep doing the same 'sound off' sort of chant no matter how many times I've told them to shut up. It's like they've forgotten I've yelled at them in the first place. Anyway, this is something up my alley so I poked around and bothered some people and I've got a hypothesis! And said hypothesis? Whatever this is, it's unintentional and whoever's causing it doesn't know they've caused it in the first place.

Why is it unintentional, well the answer to that is simple, people've been quiet! If someone caused this, whether on purpose or an accident, guilt or the drive to make a cliche baddie speech would have pushed them to say something. So, how could it be unintentional in the first place? Answer: the Porter.

[ He talks with his hands as he does so, gesturing from one place to another as he talks. ] It only makes sense! What's the biggest cause of timeline strife and what's already probably punctured a hole in this universe web of time? Answer, the Porter. What can yank people from across time and space much like some of these anachronisms are yanked across time and space? Answer, the Porter. [ The Doctor can't help but roll his eyes slightly. ] And if the government official who's inevitably monitoring these communications would just let me look at the Porter, maybe this nonsense would be fixed!

[ said with a very pointed stare at the communicators. C'mon buddy. Just let him poke at things. ]

So, to wrap this all up, question! Who among you've noticed something weird happening timeline wise with you or your buds lately? It's a good place to start.

[ It doesn't occur to the Doctor that for all the conjecture he's made about what the cause of the anachronisms is, there's absolutely no conjecture on how to fix it. Whoops. ]
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[Happy Ides, everyone. To celebrate, here's a pale, shaken wizzard on your screen, standing in some nondescript Maurtia Falls allet. If the pallor of his skin makes him look a person who may be ill, that's probably because he is. Or at least was. Barely thirty seconds ago, violently, behind a trash can.]

Once, just once I'd like to go a month without - without the streets flooding with ghosts, or being in ridiculous brawls in bars with bears, or being kidnapped, or - or -

[Rincewind breaks off with a pained, miserable expression, glancing back over his shoulder. As he does so, the video shifts enough to show a dumpster with its lid open, a bag of trash abandoned outside it. The angle makes it impossible to see inside.]

...There's a body in there. Two, er, halves of one. Someone's, um...

[Rincewind swallows thickly, fighting another wave of nausea.]

I don't think she's an imPort. ...Was. Gods.

Look - someone come deal with this, will you? That's what you heroes are meant to do, right? So one of you needs to bloody well get out here. I'm not - I can't - this isn't my responsibility.
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Whether a man is a criminal or a hero is a matter of perspective.

But if you don't want to play your role anymore, and are removed from your motivation for being who you are, what do you do? Do you seek redemption and rehabilitation and transform as an individual, or do you repeat negative behavior? How much do you believe people change only because they are imPorted? In short, do you believe people can change?

If I had anybody willing to discuss this in private with me, I assure you, I'd not be raising the issue publically.

Thank you in advance.
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[ The kid on the video is, like, a parody of capitalism - short, rotund, jowly, with slicked-back hair and a mercenary gleam in his eye. He shoots everyone a smile that's clearly trying for confident and reassuring but which just comes out as scuzzy. ]

Good day.

[ He steeples his fingers, revealing the gleam of his silver cufflinks with their brown mahogany inlays. ]

My name is Mark Vorkosigan, CEO of PKE, LLC, a full-service investment firm. Some of you received financial compensation for your heroic actions during the black-out - congratulations. And thank you for your service. You may well be wondering, now, what to do with that money. Well. I have an easy solution for you.

Invest with PKE. As all of my investors can tell you, I guarantee a return on your investment that far exceeds what any other investment firm can offer. I can assure you that with my assistance, you'll become rich. Which, I am assured, is in its own way a blow against our Soviet enemies, because they despise material wealth.

[ Or something. Anyway. He flashes another oily smile, and then Mark out. ]


Feb. 5th, 2017 09:38 pm
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[Oh hey, it's Aerith. No one's seen her for a few months, huh?

Though she just turned on the video, she already looks for a moment like she forgot about it. She's staring off at something in the distance that the viewfinder can't see, if there's anything there, anyway.

A moment passes and she glances back at her phone.]

Kel isn't here anymore. But Tetsuo is. It hasn't been that long, right?

[Someone would be right if they noticed she's acting even weirder than normal.]

Can someone tell me what happened while I was gone?

[After one inappropriately long pause--]

I made it back in time for my birthday.
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[ The camera seems to artfully be placed on the edge of a desk. Behind the guy on screen is both an American flag, and the Virginia state flag. On the desk, at an extreme angle is the words S. 2549 ]

I know it's a little behind -- it's been a long couple of weeks since the blackout, and I meant to address everyone earlier than this, but... you know how the Senate can be, particularly at the beginning of a new session. [ A half-grin. He knows it's bullshit, but... ]

Anyway, I wanted to ask most of you who were affected the most by the blackout -- what kind of government response would you have found the most useful?

Or to any crisis, really. This isn't the first, and it won't be the last, and I want to make sure we have a plan in place to properly utilize the resources we have to make sure we all get out of this safely. Even if it's something small, it'll help.

[ A pause, and then a slight gesture. ] Obviously, I'm working on a bill, so it would help me to field the people who seem the most impacted by these sorts of things, you know?

[ He reaches to shut it off, before -- ] Oh, and for those of you who are new, welcome to your new reality. If you need anything, you can always reach out. Just because I'm a Senator for Virginia doesn't mean I'm not available for imports as a whole. I'm the only voice we have in the Federal Government, you know?

( video )

Feb. 4th, 2017 04:57 pm
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[ This isn't any different from the council meetings she's had with the other progenitors back in her world, it's simply... smaller. Much smaller.

Krul stares into the device that she has propped up against something, chin resting on the back of her hand with elbows on the table. Eyes of crimson blink slowly and she lifts a hand to tuck a couple of bright pink strands of hair behind a pointed ear; her expression seems almost bored. It's when she drops her chin into the palm of her hand that she smiles for a moment then, deciding to ask what's been on her mind. ]

Those of you who consume blood... [ There's a glance off to the side for a moment. ] ...how do you find it to be here? This... artificial blood?

[ Her expression changes even as she says the words ARTIFICIAL BLOOD, finding the sheer thought alone of having to consume anything man-made as disgusting but somehow not all that surprised that such a thing exists. Humans tamper with everything after all, don't they? ]

Those of you who don't... [ She smiles then, ever-so-sweetly with just a touch of something sinister behind it. ] ...would you ever donate your blood to someone in need?

[ Donate how? Well, heroes are often ones to help those in need, aren't they? So the how shouldn't really matter one way or another, right? ]


Jan. 24th, 2017 04:38 pm
wizzardly: Name two. ('There are worse things than being dead')
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Well, now that all the technomancy's up and running again, I don't suppose anyone ever got that riddle solved, did they? The actual one, mind. Not the one about why we lost lights and things in the first place.

[Rincewind taps a pencil with one hand against the open pages of a book thoughtfully, the other waving his lunch (an egg and cress sandwich) as he intones:]

"We did warn you. All of you have so much power. That comes at a cost. If you can't see in the darkness, then look to the stars.”

...I certainly don't remember any warning, and I've usually a keen memory for those.

Anyway, "power" seems a rather obvious double meaning, but it's the "looking to the stars" bit which has me curious. [a phrase which here means, "debating whether there's still sufficient enough impending threat to flee the country".]

ImPorts could be the stars - we certainly are in their TV and such, that's meaning enough. But if "power" has a double meaning, it stands to reason "stars" would as well. Were we actually supposed to be looking up at the night sky during all of that, do you think?

...I don't suppose anyone did any gazing while they were running about saving people?

[or just running, in Rincewind's case.]
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January 6th, 2017. Epiphany. It has been one year since I was ported in. Happy anniversary.

[ Julian's voice is cool and calm, matter of fact and without emotion. ]

It has been quite a year, hasn't it. Soviet kidnapping. Occupation. Brainwashing. ImPorts being replaced by a version of themselves from an alternate timeline. Or from another point in time. Murders, monsters, memories, mayhem. [ He skims over the rest to get to the important part: ]

I was busy the past year. [ Now he sounds a little bit proud of himself. ] Leprechauns on St. Patrick's. Playing a prank on the capital on April Fool's. Stealing the Declaration of Independence on the Fourth of July. Improving Disney World's Halloween.

In December I decided to give back to the community. Christmas. Hanukkah. Yule. Kwanzaa. So many holidays based on giving. So for many of you, I gave on your behalf. I'm sure the people of this world enjoyed the donations selected from your own homes.

[Which basically means he just admitted to a few thefts. At least your stuff is in better hands now? ]

Now it is a new year. I hope many of you will follow your New Year's Resolutions. Don't give up on them early.

And it appears it's the season for new imPorts again. Welcome, newcomers. I hope this post gives you something to look forward to in the coming year.

Have a nice day.

03 | VIDEO

Jan. 3rd, 2017 02:23 pm
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[When the video opens, imPorts get a good sight of the top of Rusty's nose before he begins to jog backwards, revealing that the camera was set far enough away from the building to have it have a pretty damn good view of the place.

The place in question is a warehouse with its icon and the words VENTURE INDUSTRIES emblazoned on the front of the building in stylish, metallic silver letters. To be honest, the outside actually looks pretty damn impressive. He worked hard on the place.

The inside is a different story, but nobody's seeing the inside today, now, are they?]

A-hem! Good afternoon, fellow imPorts, because I have got a very big announcement to make today. I'd like to announce the formal opening of Venture Industries, a new, imPort-run R&D company. This baby right here - [he tilts his head, gesturing towards the building] - is where you'll want to go if you need a superscientist attending to your affairs. While we do a general business here, it would be neglectful of me not to mention my specialties. [Which he pronounces, this time, and this time only as spe-see-al-i-ties, because he's trying to sound fancy.] We specialize in engineering work, weaponry, and, of course, the vast field of, ah... DNA studies.

[Which is a nice way of saying that he used to have a cloning facility in his basement, but shh!]

The point being that although I've already got my hands full with government projects, I'd be more than happy to squeeze some fellow imPorts into my busy schedule. Or if any of you youngsters are looking for a truly exciting place to intern at, you have my number.

That's all. Helper, the fireworks!

[ One, solitary firework explodes over the top of the building. It looks pitiful.]


[And then a flamethrower begins to shoot incessantly from the roof. From Helper, really, who's currently standing on the roof.]

Goddamn it, this is why I need an intern, because of your incompete--

[Of course, the feed clicks off before the general public can hear any more of Rusty's verbal flagellation of his poor, confused robot.]

[ OOC: On the off-chance that anyone's interested in the offered internship or work being done, Rusty is currently accepting interns and has government contracts for advanced weaponry with additional interests in biological warfare. Feel free to PM me for further plotting or contact me on plurk at wisdombitch! ]


Dec. 31st, 2016 11:45 am
[personal profile] helpline
[ The Doctor flips on the camera. Anyone who knows him really well can tell that he seems older, though he doesn't look it. He's older in that way that someone who's experienced some sadness is older despite the fact that they still look exactly the same. Of course, he's not going to talk about that, instead talking about something completely different because hahaha, acknowledging your problems is stupid! ]

I think this universe is contagious.

[ just said 100% seriously before continuing. ] I pop back home, accidentally mind you, and what do I deal with? Superheroes! Actual superheroes, just like you lot! Well, a actual superhero and probably not entirely like you lot, you're the ones who've got stupid universes where you get weird powers in weird ways and not by sensible methods like swallowing a space rock. [ because that is entirely sensible. ]

He had a mask and a secret identity and everything. And a baby, but I don't think babies are essential to the job. So, network, question! Who else has had weird contagious cross-universe bleed-over because I'd hate to be an outlier. I'm always the outlier.

Also! Who do I talk to in order to get the names changed? You can call me Doctor Mysterio now. [ said with the right inflection of ham and finger wiggles. Then there's a pause, before, ] Maybe not, let's just stick with the Doctor. Doctor Mysterio's good but it's a bit too long, how're you going to get all that out in time? By the time you've finished saying 'oh no, it's the Daleks, help us out Doctor Mysterio' then they've gone and vaporized you.


Dec. 28th, 2016 12:25 pm
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Gooooood aaafter-- oh, is it afternoon yet?

[Asks Maya, checking her bare wrist before she looks up and around at the Heropa park she's sitting in. She doesn't seem to find a clock.]

Whatever, afternoon. Today, I have a really funny story for ya.

[She adjusts on the bench, grinning and pushing her hair out of her face. The camera bounces a little with the movement of her leg before she realises she should steady it.]

So like-- it's 2020 where I come from. Sorta. I already lived through 2016, but today we-- well, on my today four years ago-- we were on one of the most important cases of Phoenix's career!

But you know what the best part is?

[Maya's grin turns into a more amused smirk.]

One of the interrogated witnesses... Was a parrot.
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Hullo, all.

So...The days are short, the air is cold (except in Heropa), and all of us are struggling with lingering embarrassment from all those mis-sent texts. So, to give us all a bit of cheer, and in recognition of all the holidays we've constructed to help us deal with winter, I thought we all could give one another a bit of love.

So! How does this work, then? Well -

1. Go ahead and post your name in this post.
2. People respond to you with things they like about you, lovely moments you've shared, et cetera.
3. You go out and respond to others with things you like about them.
4. NO BEING AWFUL. Do NOT give backhanded compliments or secretly troll people or things like that. The point of this is to be good to one another. Go be good to one another!
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I have a question about nanites.

[Said casually, but with a certain amount of self-importance. Clara Oswald opens conversations as though they were great doors to be flung.]

They're what bring us back when we die, yeah? They repair what's malfunctioned, like... like a pit team. [She thinks that's what they're called, at least.] But what if nothing's there to fix? That's what I want to know. If there's no body left, there are no nanites left, so the Porter just... rematerializes you? Plops down a backup file? If there's too much damage to fix, what exactly happens?

[It's all asked in a very matter-of-fact, academic tone. Clara could maybe use a lecture on morbidity from her past self.]
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what do u want for "CHRISTMAS"?

personally i want to celebrate my own holiday. what's the deal with santa anyway? is he real? he's not actually watching us all year right? it sounds fake but that's possible where i'm from, kind of


Dec. 7th, 2016 08:19 am
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[ The Doctor's sitting at the counter of his watch shop, pieces of something that is most decidedly not a watch spread out over the counter. There's a big sign behind him that states NO CAROLING, which is a bit counter intuitive since Christmas music is playing in the background. ]

I've decided to host a Christmas party! Partly because I've never done so before, partly because if I do host a Christmas party, then all the inevitable catastrophe I'll have to deal with will be shoved off on there instead of onto spider aliens masquerading as grooms, aliens controlling people of a certain blood type, multiple crashing spaceships, playing hot potato with a head, dying those few times, homicidal snowmen, or whatever that bit with the tree people was. [ pause ] Christmas is usually a bit busy for me.

Anyway, the Doctor's rocking Christmas party and potluck! It'll either be at the shop or at my place, depending on how the flatmates feel about people and food. Bring a dish, preferably potatoes, and we'll...I don't know, talk? What exactly do you do at a Christmas party?

[ He's never exactly HOSTED one before, but details, details! There's a tentative pause because even he knows that people should know what they're getting in for, ]

Current guests include myself, a robot, and a supervillain.



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