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May. 26th, 2017 02:18 pm
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Has anyone here gotten an arrest for being drunk in public?
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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.

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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.]

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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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Feb. 5th, 2017 07:30 pm
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[It's a nice night out. After all that chaos, things seem more or less like they're at a peaceful lull. Let's fix that.]

This is BULLSHIT!

I didn't do anything this time! Where do they get off, yanking me around like that?! Sh-shit-

[He cuts off with a pained sound. His breathing sounds strained, and there's a soft thump. Then he keeps growling into the comm.]


I should have smashed their precious little machine when I had the chance... And then every last one of them! Then take out this whole stupid country if I have to!

To hell with this stupid place!!
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[The video opens on Will, in his usual plaid, with a stupid fishing hat (REEL WOMEN FISH) sat atop his head. It's old and worn enough to show he favors it, wrapped about his head with a fishing hook tucked along the bill. He's propped against a stool with a line of fake bait and various fish-y bits and bobs behind him...and a sign that says NOW HIRING INQUIRE WITHIN hung just so it's easy to see from the window outside and inside as well.]

It's been brought to my attention some of you might've been getting unasked for messages. About fish, or the ocean...anything alone those lines. [ha ha ha like fishing lines o man] Should be fixed by now. If it keeps up, just...give it a few days and it should stop.

[He makes a "what can you do" face and then looks to the sign like he forgot it was there. A nudge of his elbow makes it a more prominent focus.]

Getting ready to retire. I'll still own the shop, but I won't be working here any more. Looking for some people who need a steady paycheck and don't mind bugs. ImPorts get priority. If you want something from time to time, that's doable, too. Just let me know.

[As he goes to sign off, a furry head comes into view and gives the screen a big, tongues-out smile. Fantastic.]

video;;

Jan. 29th, 2017 06:36 pm
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[ It happens to anyone, making a post thinking you're just recording a video. Or at least it's happening to Sophie, as she's currently looking at the camera with her usual worried expression, although there's something else in her eyes this time around. Something like excitement, maybe? ]

Okay, this will be the first effective testing of an... organically manufactured leaping crystal. [ Her left hand moves to clutch something on her right wrist, worry furrowing her brow for a moment. She then sighs and moves the camera around, pointing it to an open window, a rectangle of light clearly defined on the floor. ]

Set destination is an usually empty corner street on De Chima. Theory states that even if someone were standing over there we would just bump into each other. Could be worse...

[ Sighing audibly, Sophie approaches the light extending her free hand (the right one, where two bracelets can be seen wrapped around her wrist) and holds what looks like a crystal, light blue and with a single face. Light goes through it, casting a sky blue glittery curtain of light next to the golden one. ]

Here goes nothing... [ Sophie then steps in, and the screen goes all white, the only sound a distant woosh and Sophie's breathing.

The camera overcomes the flare moments later, refocusing to show a street. Outside. When Sophie speaks again, she sounds pretty pleased with herself.
]

Well, would you look at that.

[ And she cuts the feed. ]
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Alright, I need a little help.

[Josuke is quick to the point when he addresses the network today. He may be at home, wrapped comfortably in a fuzzy blue throw blanket patterned with white stars and appearing for all the world like he's refusing to budge from his position on Heropa #004's couch, but he's nevertheless a man on a mission.]

See, I've got this friend...

[Ah, there it is. The reason for this Saturday afternoon interruption.

Josuke's even kind enough to include a picture! One he likely printed off his phone, but at least the face of one Ken Kaneki, blushing and embarrassed for some reason, is visible for all to see!]


...you probably all know him, so you know he's the kinda guy who worries more about other people than he does himself! And with Valentine's Day quickly approaching, it'd be a real shame if someone as smart, kind, and good-looking as Ken spent the day all by himself, right?

Which is where you guys come in!

[As he sits up, Josuke drops the TV remote off his lap and inevitably unmutes the television set in the room which...seems to be playing some kind of telenovela? Sure, why not. At least we know where he got this wild idea from.

After a moment of scrambling to mute that again, because Spanish expletives and jealous screaming is a little distracting, Josuke continues...]


I gotta find Ken a date!

[Because that's what good friends do.]

Or better yet, a bunch of dates! Because you can't find the one if you don't put yourself out there. So, which of you lucky people wants to sign up for an all-expenses-paid evening of fun with one of America's finest?

Come on, don't be shy!

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Jan. 22nd, 2017 10:27 pm
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That whole thing was a pain in the butt. I hope that's not a regular occurrence...

[The girl with the pointy ears and purple hair heaves a very audible sigh.] --right, though, that's besides the point! I had a question.

If you could wish for anything, anything at all, what would it be? Just out of curiosity. There's no real reason for me asking, uh, just wondering!

[Shantae is a bad liar.]

Video

Jan. 21st, 2017 04:06 pm
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[Sabriel's posting this from a couch in De Chima 007. She looks better rested than she did during the blackout, and even offers the camera a polite smile.]

Hello, everyone. I hope everyone who was injured during that mess is recovering- If you need a healer, I'll do what I can. Although some of us will probably be busy tracking down those remaining escaped imPorts- but I'm getting off topic.

[Sabriel pauses, then pushes on.]

During the blackout, there was a demand for imPort healers due to a shortage of local nurses- there still is, by the way. While we can't choose the powers the Porter gives us, I can teach imPorts Charter magic- namely, how to use it to heal.

Charter magic is a form of magic in my world that doesn't require any inborn power to learn- although of course there is considerable variation in both power and aptitude among its practitioners. Those who have been baptized with a Charter mark- [And here Sabriel taps the faint symbol on her own forehead, the mark flaring at her trust before fading away just as quickly.] can learn to access the Charter and draw upon its power for various uses- to attack, to defend, to create, and most importantly, to heal.

For some reason, I can only baptize and teach imPorts. So I'm looking for students- people who want to learn how to heal, but I can teach more than that if you can be trusted to use it responsibly. [Sabriel might be an optimist, and she's been called too trusting by some, but she's not going to teach destructive Charter magic until she's sure her students won't use it for criminal or outright petty purposes.]

I need to warn you though- Charter magic requires patience and dedication to master, and the consequences of overreaching or misusing it can be disastrous to both the mage and anyone near them. But when used properly, it's both safe and useful. If anyone would like a demonstration, I'm happy to offer one in person- it tends to cause trouble for electronics.

[ooc: Sabriel can teach characters with an open power slot how to use Charter magic. This requires a power update submission, but not a port out. I have more information here.]
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[ The communicator is already properly situated when the video starts, a young woman framed from biceps up, silvery aviators pushed back onto the top of her head holding dark bangs out of her face. She lifts a hand and gives a wave, at ease with this technology, at least. ]

Hi, [ she begins, with a smile that's on the friendly side of polite. ] My name is Kate, I just got here in the last...batch or whatever, and I'm looking for a couple of my friends. If any of you guys are watching this, call me! For the rest of you, I put together a quick list that's attached to this message. I know it's probably annoying all of us showing up looking for people but if you have a minute to take a look, I'd really appreciate it.

They're-- [ here her smile briefly warms, and widens lopsidedly, ] --sort of distinctive? Or they usually are, anyway. I guess with the whole superhero craze here, maybe you have more than one guy running around in space pajamas, who knows!

Anyway, if you can point me to anybody on the list, I'll owe you one. Which! [ she raises a finger here and grins, excitement creeping into her voice ] I can repay in pancakes, because apparently I can do this now: [ this being the sudden appearance of a heaping stack of steaming, golden-brown pancakes, which materialize on the table in front of her, the plate they came on rattling as it lands. She frames them with her hands, Vanna White-style. ] Cool, right? I can do blueberry, too.

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