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FANCOMICS WANTED





So some of us didn't hit up Fanport for as long as they probably should have because domestic matters were more important. Anyway, looking to purchase missed opportunities from the con, namely imPort related comics.

Specifically:

  • Doc Brown x Gold
  • Daryl and Mako but in a PG sense please and thank
  • Miles Vorkosigan x Anyone but especially Greg
  • That cute blond chick with the southern accent
  • Something with Ambassador Mustache (asking for a friend)
  • Kang stuff but in a non-romantic sense. Come on, guys. He's taken. Seriously, there has to be some awesome Draconian art out there.
  • And of course anything literally anything - comic or otherwise - featuring Hermann Gottlieb - but be forewarned, I already have most (if not all) of it.


Anything else you think might be of interest, if you have extras you're willing to sell from something you liked - anything. Especially old fandoms, if those ships/fandoms still sail. Did that artist ever continue The Adventures of Qubit and the Doctor? I was digging it. Or that one slow burn with Jo and Ruby? Maybe something G-rated with Joaquin, Manolo, and that girl friend of theirs? Or whatever happened to those cute comic strips about Hiro solving mysteries with his brother and meeting other imPorts?


Sell me on your ships, man. Intro me to new ones. I got money to part with and its burning a hole in my pocket.


Related Question: What imPort ships do you sail? relationships do you follow in the tabloids/majority report/news?
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been here over a week.

been having .. weird convos with people of varying levels of hostility. i hate all most of you.

you can redeem yourself by telling me where the best place to get a drink is.

VIDEO

Jun. 11th, 2017 08:51 pm
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[ The video feed is just some extremely high definition footage of a bouquet of flowers blooming and then dying in what surely must be time-lapse. But no here come all the cute bugs at regular speed to munch on the plants. This is all set on black velvet and surrounded by what seems to be pieces of some small predator's skeleton cast in silver. ]

So everyone wants to know if your world has magic or space travel or- I dunno, pop-punk?

Here's the real question, is anyone from a world where there are doctors who don't constantly sound like they're trying to talk you into crawling up their ass to live with them in there?

Video;

Jun. 5th, 2017 11:12 pm
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[The video opens with an image of a man sitting on his wheelchair. The grey fishbone suit jacket seems almost a little too formal on top of a nice turquoise knit of his sweater and the Burberry check of his quilt that's spread over his legs. He has crossed his fingers on his lap and seems to be addressing the recording device while leaning a bit forward, as if he were worried his words wouldn't carry far enough. Cut him some slack, he's used to the 80's technology.

A calm, enduring smile has curved over his lips and blue eyes seem steady, no nervousness to be detected. ]


Good day to you, fellow imports and others who might have access to these recordings. I'll start by introducing myself, to those who aren't familiar with me. I am Professor Charles Xavier, recently brought to this situation, like I imagine has happened to quite a few of you. I would like to address the network for a few matters that are of both personal and public nature.

Firstly, I would like to welcome anyone who has problems with adjusting to their possibly new powers and abilities to contact me for help. I have decades worth of experience from mentoring powered individuals. If you need help, do not hesitate to contact me.

[ He takes a moment to consider his words, looking at something else beyond the camera lens. Then with a mild clearing of his throat, he continues: ] My second matter is much more personal and not as much an announcement as it is a request.

I've been notified that I've spent some time in this place before. Several times, apparently. I'd love to get together with those of you who have known me before, fill these empty spaces in my memories if you will. Please, contact me.

[ With a brief nod, Charles reaches for the device, about to close it off. ]

And of course, stay safe everyone.
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[The video, though active and recording, shows only back - but it's not a solid black,
as though the camera's been covered. Instead, it shifts and moves and lets in some peeks of light, suggesting that someone's trying to keep the camera covered with their hand or with something that keeps sliding off. At one point, there's a grey ceiling and the top of someone's head - the only indication of which is two black curls.
]

Shit.

[The video goes black again with the sound of the device being placed on a hard surface of some kind, probably a table.]

All right, listen up, dum-dums. [The voice is that of a woman. She has a deeper tone than others, and there's an edge to it that suggests she could very easily kill you if she wanted to. And that she probably does.] I don't know how the fuck I got here or why - or why I woke up in America's sweaty asshole of all places, or why I'm now in Amish country - but I need to get back to Brooklyn, ASAP.

Also, what the hell is it with these damn .. machines? [She means the Porters.] This is some Star Wars bullshit, and it's probably the only cool thing going for this place right now.
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Religion.

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

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

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

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

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

That's all I've got to say. I'm going to slip off to work. Thank you for listening.
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[ The video opens with Luke, just Luke, looking tired and worn, like he hasn’t slept for a million years. The picture is aimed slightly to his right, just so the viewer can see the wall just over his shoulder. He’s in the common room of Han’s apartment, not that that is immediately obvious, outside of the dazed and confused-looking smuggler just barely out of view. ]

Ah… so… I have a little problem right now.

[Han’s voice comes in, just out of view:] There’s no problem, I keep telling you, I’m fine. [This would be more convincing if Han’s voice wasn’t shaking a little.]

[ Luke’s gaze shifted off camera, giving him an exasperated look, before continuing: ]


My friend has a little problem; he can’t see right now and while the blindness is temporary, he’s… being himself.

[Oh wow rude. Han’s voice breaks in once more:]

It ain’t a problem! Look, my eyesight’s getting better. I can see a big light blur now. [He’s clearly bargaining, from his position on the couch covered in a warm blanket that somebody from the base very kindly gave him. It is not a strong position.

It also doesn’t help that he sounds like he spent hours out in the cold.]

[ Luke let out a stressed sounding noise, giving Han a look that practically screamed not to get off the damn couch, before he turned his focus back to the communicator. ]


...basically, I need help dealing with this.

For the last time, I’m fine! [Han again, interjecting from the couch. He sounds like he’s dying to get out of here and is willing to prove just how Totally Fine he is.] Here, see? Anyway, I’ve got something to do—ow!

[ That didn’t sound good. That sounded like Han, currently blind, bumped into something. Luke stared at him for a long moment, before he let out a suffering groan, planting a hand against his forehead. ]

I’m going to sit on him at this rate. I’ll take any suggestions anyone might have.

[ooc note: Luke, Han. both will reply.]

009 Video

Jun. 1st, 2017 10:30 am
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Criminals. I need criminals.

[A pause as his brain is working too fast for his mouth to catch up.]

I need to know any ImPorts who have a criminal history, recent or otherwise. Anyone who's had a history of violence, and/or theft.
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Did anyone see the news story about the business owner in Maurtia Falls this week? The one about Sally Cunliffe, a 68-year-old woman who died of a heart attack? It got Sherlock excited when he first heard it. He called it a suspicious death, so we decided to do a bit digging around to see what we could find out about her.

There are a couple of things we've found that the media didn't report on. Firstly, she had no family history of cardiovascular disease. She was actually in good health and relatively fit for her age when she died. Secondly, she died with a look of terror on her face the police can't explain.

And they still haven't found the person Sally transferred the money to before she died either. Like Sherlock, I found that a bit odd. Most people grab the phone to call for an ambulance when they have chest pain, not send money over.

So now Sherlock thinks she was murdered. He's sure of it. But I was just wondering, has anyone else heard anything about this?
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[The feed opens onto a view of a kitchen in De Chima, and—a Roomba. The Roomba that's come with this particular household, in fact, whirring cheerfully away. It doesn't actually seem to be cleaning, however: in fact, it's just soaking up the sunlight by the window, like a cat.

This is already weird enough by itself, but clearly the person shooting this video has other plans. The camera turns, to reveal Veronica Sawyer.]


So I noticed this little—what was it called, a Roomba? It's started following me around lately, which is really weird but kinda cute. [She smiles a little.] I just came home and saw it like this.

[She turns the camera around again, to focus on said Roomba. It is now making an odd whirring noise that could easily be construed as a mechanical version of a purr. Then she turns the video back on herself.]

Anyone feel like helping me name a semi-sentient vacuum cleaner that thinks it's a cat? Personally I'm leaning towards Fluffy, but I'm open to suggestions.

Voice

May. 5th, 2017 07:16 pm
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I've been wondering- [Sabriel's voice is even, thoughtful, but just a bit hesitant.]

What happens after people die, in your worlds? I know what happens in mine, and I have... something of an idea of what happens in this world. There's some sort of afterlife here, but it's inaccessible to any imPort, living or dead. Perhaps that's part of why we're able to be revived and the locals aren't- because we can't pass into this worlds hereafter. [Sabriel's voice shifts, taking on a tone of somber authority.]

In mine... Death is a river with no shores. It starts at the boundary with Life, then flows through nine precincts, each marked by a gate- its current guides all who enter it to follow it, to let it carry them past the Ninth gate, from which none have returned. Those who fight the current, who seek to return to a world that is no longer their own, and linger in Death, seeking to return to Life... the current warps them, and in time, they lose their humanity, growing in power in the process. All they remember is their desire to return to life, at any cost.

[And Sabriel's tone becomes deliberately chipper, like she's forcing a smile.]I understand that some of you come from worlds with similar troubles, though others are blessedly free of such problems. In either case, I'm curious. Is their magic tied to Death in your worlds, or is it just something people have to deal with through mundane methods?
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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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[There is a lot going on in all the cities. Exactly the kind of event that certain buildings were brought into creation for. Not the Hole. Not this one (unless it went on a little longer), but Helix Station? Well, at least it had thick walls going for it.

Daryl's in the air above the station, camera aimed down past his feet where he's hovering over the scene.]


Any ya'll need ta hide from this shit and you got the people ta help you get there, Helix Station's holding out. Civilians, registered, non-registered, you need a spot to hop a squat and lay low, you get your ass over there. And do it fast.

Any ya'll feelin' like helpin' protect some souls that needs it, get yer asses up there, too, and hold the damn walls. Place is taking it hard. It's standing and it's gonna stand, but it's gonna need help.

[The sound of a plane getting closer and then guns opening fire are the only warning Daryl has before his legs curl up and tips of his wings come into view as he starts to plummet. The camera spins as he does, showing the war plane following him down and the bullets bouncing off the invisible shield around him. Unfortunately he can't fly and keep the shield up at the same time, so it's a good 30 seconds of him just falling before the plane pulls up and he's able to twist back around, snap his wings open, and just barely brush past the heads of a few mounted cavalry already scrambling in anticipation of his hitting the ground.

Ain't happening this time, but it's a close call as he swings back toward the station to find a landing spot.]

[ Video ]

Mar. 12th, 2017 09:21 am
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[ The video feed clearly comes on by accident, as the owner is in mid-sentence as it appears on the network. HK-47’s staring down at Revan as best he could, and the annoyance was easy to hear in his voice just then. ]

--forgotten how to use a hydrospanner in three hundred years?

[ ...doesn’t help that there’s a bit of a glitch to his voice. ]

And it looks you have nearly the same amount of wear and tear in here… Wait… Do a diagnostic.

[ In spite of HK’s criticism, Revan appears quite comfortable with the pair of instruments in his hand, tools that look quite alien to the casual observer. His hair is tied up in an uncharacteristic ponytail to keep his hair out of his face as he frowns at something just below the camera angle. ]

I’m detecting a power surge in your sensory net.

[ HK’s voice is terse when he responds, despite the occasional jump in his voice. ]

Observation: Perhaps it’s simply reacting to the fact that you do not know what you’re doing.

[ He’s not being very forgiving here, and it was hard to blame him. Revan’s issues with memory were certainly a thing, and they seemed to be worse than usual… at least in the droid’s opinion, which was all that really mattered. ]

Oh come on. Who knows how you tick better than I do? It’s not my fault someone’s put your insides through a blender then tried to slap them together again. But I’m serious HK, it looks like you’re photoreceptors are being routed through… some kind of… beacon.

[ He looks up from his work, detaching the sensor probe currently embedded in HK’s chest and looking up directly into the feed --His frown shifting from one of curiosity to alarm. ]

...Why is your communicator in your head?

Mockery: Why master, I have no idea! Perhaps to a meatbag that has no idea what they’re doing, a ‘head’ is the most logical place to insert a communicative device.

[ Revan slaps a hand across his face, drawing a streak of grease across his nose. ]

By the Force, it’s an epidemic…

[So it’s become one of THOSE posts. ]

You’re broadcasting to the net, HK.

[ Revan raises his ‘hydrospanner’ and taps on the screen, HK’s eyes, for good measure. It was a shame the video was from HK’s point of view; the look on his face was rather priceless at the moment. The faint buzz of a sigh escaped from the droid. ]

Query: Perhaps it would be more prudent to use this time to ask for assistance from others? After all, I’m sure you can only remember so much, Master.

[ It was amazing how he could be supportive and insulting all in one sentence. ]

Yes, now that we look like total fools, let’s beg the community to save us.

[ Revan smiles up at the screen, past HK and to the people watching. ]

Hello everyone, my friend here has… had some work done over the years. Layers upon layers of patchwork repairs, reroutes and improvisation. Some of it I don’t even know what for. Like this? [ He reaches in and tugs out some kind of bundle of circuitry that looks oddly like a heart made of wires and chips. ] Looks like some kind of autonomous repair unit? But it’s currently defunct. And it looks like at least a dozen of his core functions have been routed through it.

Despite being the one who built him, I’m sort of at a loss. We’re looking for anybody with an understanding of robotics, or perhaps abilities related to technology that can assist us.

[ooc; Responses can come from either HK or Revan, or both! ]
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[ Anyone who's been to Re: Cafe already will recognize the interior as soon as the feed starts going. There's a pretty good amount of people sitting and enjoying their food and drink visible, including a flash of a group of high school girls giggling in the corner. The video settles on them for a second as they watch something off camera, huddled together and whispering to each other. ]

Ah...the Kennibals finally came...


[ Hinami's voice is quiet, and finally the camera settles on its true focus and what the girls were apparently staring at: Kaneki. It's nothing out of the ordinary, just him going about his job while wearing the café's uniform.

Except Hinami apparently has no plans to let him remain on task and oblivious to the camera on him, because finally she's moving closer to him and calling out: ]
 

Onii-chan! Say something to announce the cafe, please!

[ Kaneki is a bit startled at first, turning to Hinami and looking absolutely awkward. ] Wait- ah- [ this was too sudden, Hinami! Kaneki clears his throat for a moment and decides to give this a go ]

Re: Café has just opened. I'm the owner, Ken Kaneki and we'd welcome your patronage. We are located in Nonah and the Café works like an urban museum of sorts. [ if anyone pays close attention, they'll notice the place is covered in many different types of acessories, decorations and other trinkets ] We accept many different items, so feel free to drop anything you'd like. [ he will point to the book shelves now ] We also work as a book café; we have all sort of books, which you can read or trade for yours. Or just leave some here, if you'd like.

[ and that's it. Kaneki has no idea what else to say, besides whispering back at Hinami ] I think that will be all, Hinami-chan.

Right! [ Hinami flips the camera to give a cheerful wave and show off her own uniform. ]

Please come by soon!


[ ooc; Re: Café is officially open! It's a café for everyone, however, it has a special section just for imPorts that have "special" needs (cannibals, vampires, and similars). It's not publicly advertised, but there are many rumors involving it since the owner is a known cannibal (feel free to come up with your own rumors, if you'd like). Kaneki is currently hiring. ]
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[The post was supposed to be voice only and private to Newton. But Daryl wasn't in a state of mind to be careful when he clicked the feed on and sent it live. The mistake was likely obvious to anyone watching, however, as the camera was angled in an awkward manner where Daryl could glance at the screen and see what was on it, but not so it really got a good view of anything but the tops of his knees, his face beyond them, the edge of the bed past that, and then the ceiling of his bedroom.

The ravens he'd adopted a few months ago were hopping around trying to get his attention, to get him to play, but having little luck past him slowly pulling his head to one side so his hair was tugged out of their beaks or his hand slowly petting a feathered body that got pushed up under it. He looked like he'd mentally checked out at some point and was only going through the motions.

He sounded like it, too. Voice dull and nearly emotionless. Like a part of him had broken and he'd just shut down.]


Mako left this mornin'. Early. Ain't sure if she'll be back in time for the wedding.

['Left' meaning the world and him with the port out, not the house. He figured he didn't need to be that specific though.]


[[NOTE: replies will be slow until tomorrow]]
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[An encoded text message goes out to the network. It hasn't been sent to anyone in particular, the encryption instead serving to screen out any unwanted eyes. However, the sufficiently adept or dedicated should be able to decode it.]

00111111 )

[Later, a voice message is sent out, openly accessible this time. The speaker might've come off as nonchalant if he didn't sound so flatly irritated. But more importantly... Does his voice sound familiar to you?]

This is problematic.

I don't feel presumptuous in saying I can't be the only one inconvenienced by this sudden relocation. From what I gather, people have been "settled"--that means stranded, kids--in this reality for years now. But me? I can't do "years." I've got stuff to do, people to see. And who do these people think is gonna feed my dog while I'm gone?

Okay, okay, I don't have a dog to feed. But I've been here about two hours, and this little field trip has gone on long enough. So why don't we help each other out? I don't know how many of you here are familiar with the technology required to move between alternate universes, but I am.

If you, or anyone you know, can get me these components-- [He attaches a long list full of terms like "quantum restabilizers" and "dimension-axial calibrators" topped off with a whole lot of cooling systems and power converters.] --then we'll be in business, and on our first step to returning home. Now, I'm not saying I can make this happen right away. Assembly alone will take a few weeks, and after that I'll need to make adjustments to account for any distinct properties specific to this universe. In the meantime, if anyone qualified would like to help out, let me know.

It's important that we cooperate on this. I won't be able to do everything by myself.
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G'day g'day, this is Sarissa Theron, local hero and devastatingly good looking rural.

( She seems in a better mood than last time she posted, and better form - and sure, she is, but it's also Sarissa trying very very ahrd to be Okay, and definitely not actually being Okay. Still, there's a healthy flush to her cheeks, and unlike last time she's got a smear of mud on her cheek and is looking like she's been working outside. Wherever she is, she's definitely in a field, and there's a shed nearby. )

I know, two posts from me, in one month? Overkill, definitely. But this is so important. Or, should I say,

( and she grins, brightly, before turning the camera... ) sow important?

( Yes, viewers. In-frame is a very large sow, pink with black patches. Around her are nine little piglets, varied from all pink to speckled to covered in patches, and one that is totally black. )

I just rescued these guys from a bit of a situation. Got them a special shed and I just finished the fences on the fields a couple days ago, so good timing, but I gotta head back into town to pick up some more supplies and that. If anyone has any fruit and veggies or pig feed or straw or - I mean, anything that you wanna donate to the rescue pig extravaganza, lemme know.

( A thumbs up; she is so excited. Pigs!!! ) And I need help coming up with names, because they can't all be Hamlet or Francis Bacon.
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[ On screen is a very shirtless Mick wearing nothing but a pair of tight black yoga pants with red stripes down the side with the letters "BODY HEAT" running up one side and a towel around his neck. He's gotten an assistant to hold the comm. He's feeling very cold right now, actually, so he speaks just a bit faster than he normally would to get this over with. ]

Dunno how many of you know who I am, but I'm Mick Rory. I do a workout show called "BODY HEAT!" as a yoga instructor -- [ He smiles wryly in a "yeah, I know" sort of way. ] -- and we're doing something special starting in a coupla days. We want some guest stars to come on board and film a few episodes with me.

No yoga experience required either. Think of it as a free lesson -- that you get paid for. Just make sure to bring water. Gotta keep hydrated 'cause it's gonna get pretty warm. But that ain't so bad in February, right?

[ Mick is fine with it all year round, but he's aware that not everybody's into it. ]

On top of that, it's being tied into a charity drive to raise money for the Heropa General Hospital's Burn Ward. And since September we've gotta whole lot of new folks who have fire-breathing on us, it kinda needs it.

[ And a particular pet cause of Mick's, considering his background. But he's not advertising that part. He smiles again. ]

Any imPort's free to sign up, unless their name is Leonard Snart.

((OOC: This is more of an informal thing but def let me know if your character would get involved and if so if you'd prefer to handwave or log something about it, I'm totally good either way.))

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