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[Once Tina had had everything explained to her, she intended to do... something. Maybe not give a great big speech, but at least say hello, meet the people she'd be living and working with. However, the stage fright kicks in and all that comes out of her mouth is an uncertain groaning noise.]

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

[She shuts up then, and switches to text.]

sorry, I get horrible stage fright sometimes. i guess here it's even worse because I wouldn't think of myself as being superhero material. especially when my powers are

that I can cook really well and pass through things?

And I have a job at a jeans factory, which doesn't fit with either of those. am I at least in good company?

oh, my name's Tina :)

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Apr. 19th, 2017 09:07 am
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[He's had plenty of time to toy with this gizmo (all technical terms, thank you mental projection of Kay that's moved back into his brain now that it's not too painful because there's a real Kay again, shush), but still hasn't put himself on it for more than a brief response to Catelyn Stark.

For all his well-[founded?]-honed mistrust of open networks, it has chastened him that he could have found Jyn and Kay much more quickly if he'd used it from the start. For all the research he does, it's unignorable that he's wasting a huge amount of this powerful resource by relegating himself to observer, not participant.

…And there's one or two other imPorts he's learned about that… have caught his attention. He's wondering if he'll catch theirs.

So, network, hello: months after his arrival (albeit a good percent of them spent unconscious): Human. Male. Age hard to tell: either in his thirties-forties or face prematurely hollowed and lined. Hair: dark, cut as if by himself with a tool not meant for such use and no mirror. Eyes: several galaxies' worth. Shirt doesn't look like anything specific to those who wouldn't know the style, instantly recognizable as Corellian to those who would.

Then he smiles—in a way that seems entirely effortless, genuine, and engaged—and some of the agedness falls away. The eyes crinkle and sparkle. He seems approachable and warm. Even the haircut is transformed into seeming less unloved and more boyish. It gives this stranger the face of a friend.

His accent, when he speaks, sounds Hispanic to Earth American ears.]


I was wondering, if you're willing to share—

[on an open network, though that's not necessarily a good barometer of the network itself]

Are you still in the job you were assigned? Yes or no, how is it going for you?

I've read the introductory material on this. I'm wondering about personal experiences.

[He's tried to go beyond the official literature, including as much of the backlog as he could find or slice. Which is also why he doesn't repeat Godric's question (to which the answers were exceedingly helpful—and a few that sent a shiver up his spine. But pull it together, don't apply superstitious thought to the superstitious thoughts: that's what common cosmological models do).


As if in afterthought, and as if with self-conscious awkwardness, he adds]


…and hello. My name's Cassian.
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[what a lovely scene; the sun is shining, the seagulls are shrieking, and archie has a cool pair of shades on. observant viewers will note that the people walking past archie seem to be disturbed by something that isn't on the screen.]

Yo. Any 'a you lot know what Heropa's city council is doin' about the litter all around here? There's a buncha bins over full and every time I try and tell 'em I just get an automated message. You'd think they'd keep the bally public areas clean, right? They're a lot more on top of that in Hoenn.

[he snorts.]

Then again, if ya don't where I come from, ya get these hanging around. [archie moves the camera, showing his Pal: a very large, very sentient pile of slime absolutely going to town on one of the bins.

when it notices archie pointing the camera at it, it waves happily.]


Muk, muk!

Yeah, hi to you too, ya stinky bastard. See, these form. Not here, though. Anyway, you'd think they'd listen to an imPort, right? Ain't we meant to have some kinda standin'? Or is it because I haven't personally saved the world? [his lip curls.] Whatever. Anyone that wants to give me a hand wi' the government or this crap lemme know. Muk here is basically a living trash can, so it's good eatin' whatever. Those garbage trucks ain't got a foot to stand on with him around. I can't do much ta help those afflicted with the sleepin', so might as well make sure what they're wakin' up to ain't fulla garbage, right?

[this also may be a low-key way to find out who might want to join the new team aqua when he sets them up. archie's decided they'll definitely work on environmental issues, and this is just one of them.

the camera lingers on muk for a few minutes more, showing a brave passer-by tossing an empty wrapper to it with archie's encouragement, then them both laughing as muk enthusiastically devours it.]

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Apr. 8th, 2017 04:36 am
prophesiedone: <user name="robins" site="insanejournal.com"> (𝙎ith)
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[There is a hooded figure on the feed, his face shadowed. Except for his eyes. They alone glow a bright yellow-gold.]

I am seeking other Jedi. [His eyes dim and he shifts, arms crossed over his chest.] My name is Anakin Skywalker and I do not recognize this world or any of its cities. I will be traveling to each city in turn, searching for answers; searching for allies. You could save me a trip by giving me what I seek now.

[Anakin pushes back his hood at last, smiling. Instead of the expression being comforting, it is unnerving - almost like he is one step away from breaking.]

Are there any ships? I'd rather not have to build one from scratch. [Though, technically, he probably could.] You can't tell me this is the only planet in the galaxy that doesn't have at least one ship.
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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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Feb. 16th, 2017 05:14 pm
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I'VE BEEN HERE FOR ABOUT A WEEK NOW, AND HONESTLY I WAS RIGHT CONFUSED ABOUT THIS WHOLE "AMERICA" THING UP UNTIL LAST NIGHT.
TO CUT A LONG STORY SHORT, I ATE A BURGER OFF A SHOVEL AND HAD THE SHORTEST FISTFIGHT OF MY LIFE WITH A GUY WHO HAD A BIG ISSUE WITH THE FACT I HAD NO IDEA THIS COUNTRY EXISTED UNTIL A FEW DAYS AGO.
IT TURNS OUT AMERICANS DON'T LIKE 6FT TALL BATS. IT WAS A LITTLE DISAPPOINTING.
ANYWAY, DOES ANYONE KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT SOCIAL MEDIA? THE SCAMPS I'M SUPPOSED TO TEACH HOW TO SWIM WANT TO MAKE A SOCIAL MEDIA FOR THEIR GROUP AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL ANY OF THEM ARE TALKING ABOUT.
IS IT SOME KIND OF DEXNAV THING??

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