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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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ALRIGHT, YOU MOTHERFUCKING PORTER--TWO WEEKS. I AM GONE TWO [A strained pause, as if he's trying not to drop another MFing F bomb here] ...WEEKS! AND YOU PULL THIS SHIT! I AM GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU MYSELF. I AM GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU--AND THEN SMASH INTO MICROSCOPIC...PARTICLES EVERY LAST DAMN PIECE OF YOU!!

WHERE THE HELL IS HE?

[He's on the verge of hyperventilating.  The next few lines are pitched gradually higher, bordering on hysterics, shriller even than Newt's usual.]

I WILL KAIJU RAMPAGE ALL UP AND DOWN THIS GODDAMN PATHETIC CITY UNTIL I FIND HIM. WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SOME SERIOUS GODZILLA SHIT GOING ON HERE--

TEAR THIS PLACE APART--

YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET--

[The sound of a piano, as if someone put a hand down on the keyboard.  Not with force; more as if to steady himself on his way to taking a seat.  The struck keys fade into silence.  Stillness.  Emptiness.  Loneliness.  Like a one-sided Drift.]
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[ This has been a wild week. Miles ... isn't quite sure how to deal with that whole coma thing, given he was stuck in it too, so he settles for more practical concerns.

He sure looks tired, though. Exhausted really. Sore down to his very bones. And while his expression is as cheerful as it always is, he can't quite muster up his usual level of energy. ]


Well, it's official. I've moved to Nonah completely. I'm an apartment above my ambassadorial office, so please feel free to stop by for business or socialization, whichever. And for those of you who haven't met me - I'm Ambassador Miles Vorkosigan, and I'd be delighted to hear out just about any problems you'd like for me to wrestle.

[ He really would be; the thought of doing so brightens his expression. He also helpfully posts his address onscreen. ]

I know some of the businesses in the area, but I'd like recommendations since I'm living here full time now. Especially imPort-run, given my position. And if you are looking to start one, I can help you out. I've been working on a program specifically to assist new imPorts with funding businesses.

[ A pause. Some of the cheer drains out of him, leaving him just ... exhausted instead. ]

And if anyone is looking for a place to stay in De Chima, I'd be happy to help you out there as well. It's a lovely place. Used to have ten people living in it. Custom-built. Extensive grounds and a guesthouse as well, though you may need to look after it.

[ It was easier to look after when Miles was surrounded by his family and friends from home. Now no one's left, save Mark.

God, he's lonely. ]
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[Guess who's awake for a time and bored enough to actually post to the network? Yep, it's Han Solo, and judging from the ambient radio playing pop music in the background he's posting from his garbage heap cab.]

This is probably the longest I've ever stayed on one planet in a while. [Yeah, we're just gonna get right to the kvetching, apparently.] Don't get me wrong, the place has its charms, but I miss being able to go from one planet to the other. Anybody else who's used to space travel missing that too?

[A second's pause, then:] And has somebody figured out how to fix this sleep plague yet? Or at least keep myself from falling asleep all the time. And don't say coffee.

[Video]

Apr. 8th, 2017 04:36 am
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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.

[video]

Apr. 6th, 2017 12:08 am
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[In frame: a young woman, seemingly in her early 20's, though the weariness of her gaze and the downward turn of her lips would suggest someone who's much older. Or, perhaps, someone young who's been forced to grow too much, too quickly. She doesn't say anything right away, looking like she's gathering her thoughts and is regretting having not done so before recording. She inhales a quiet breath, huffs it out through her nose.]

Jyn Erso here. [She clenches her jaw, purses her lips. She absent-mindedly taps her finger on the glowing tattoo under her skin.] The last thing I remember is - light. Bright light. Heat and energy and light. [Her gaze is unfocused, mind elsewhere as she remembers.] We'd been fighting, on Scarif. We - [Her voice hitches in her throat, which she tries to clear. When she speaks again, her voice is hoarse and worn.] I don't know if anyone got away. I don't know if anyone lived. But they'd followed me down to the beach. I'm the reason they - [Another breath through her nostrils as she steels her nerves and her eyes go cold.] The fact of the matter is, I'm here, and I'm not sure why. And all I really want to do right now is shoot the ever-living kriff out of something, preferably something inhuman and non-sentient, like a dummy. I'm in some place called - De Chima? It isn't its own planet, which is - that's a different story all together, and just - look, if anyone knows where I can find something like that, please let me know. [A few more seconds of silence before the video goes black.]
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[Newt holds up an image. It's...well, it's a wedding invitation of sorts, but it looks like it's trying to be a rock poster or a zine.

He leans in close to the camera and in a conspiratorial, hushed voice, with a glance behind him to see if the man he's referring to is anywhere nearby]



Hey.

So. Hermann won't let me use this to advertise our wedding, but I'm letting you all know you're invited. Sorry for the totally short notice, but this world being what it is, we didn't want to jinx ourselves by planning too far in advance.

March 27th. Anchorage, Alaska. 4:30 pm -- Anchorage time. We're making plans to have transportation via teleportation provided and reception will follow.

Uh, if you can, RSVP or something, just so we know how many of you to expect. Not that I'd mind performing to a packed house, but you know. A headcount is always good.

001. video.

Feb. 9th, 2017 12:18 pm
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[ The girl that appears now on the network is not incredibly competent with this technology, but nor would she publicly broadcast without having had a bit of practice beforehand. That flicker of uncertainty in her expression is stifled, and her smile is subtle but warm. ]

Hello, [ is said, with a twinge of a raised eyebrow. ] My name is Daenerys Stormborn, of the House Targaryen, and this next moon will mark the six months I've been here. I am not the first of my land to arrive -- many of you are already familiar with Ambassador Baelish.

And over the past few months, more and more of my people have come through the Porter. We represent different lands, different values, different politics, but in this world, we find ourselves with more similarities than we'd ever imagine sharing. If any of you of Westeros or Essos are viewing this [ because gods know it took her a while ] and we've yet to meet, I'd very much like to rectify that.

There are more than just us, too, who have likewise entered this land and felt like strangers to its technology, its ways. If you feel more at home in a world of horses and candles and swords, I'd like to know you too, whether you're new or have been here for sometime. We face a conflict between wishing to recall always the worlds from which we hail, and represent them proudly, while achieving a level of integration that ensures we have a voice. Perhaps there is a solution to find, between all of us.

Likewise, [ she adds, ] if you are entirely at home here but perhaps would be willing to act as a guide, then please do step forward with your name and your skills. You would want also to be a patient sort of person, but I assure you, we learn quickly.
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To my constituents, but also the citizens of the greater imPort community. I fear what we have had a most ardently fearful event, with the loss of light, and I assure you that we in the Ambassador's office of De Chima will be doing our utmost to find not only the cause, but also to implement a method as to better communicate in such a repeat of the event.

But as we must soldier on, I do ask you, if you should please, to answer some questions for me if you will. I should be glad of the replies, even if you think them most unreasonable, and so I must ask you to conduct your answer with utmost honesty. I should be grateful for any assistance you should bear me.

As always, I am yours in service, and will gladly hear any words, be they good, or bad, with as much humility as I am able to bear.

Most gratefully.

Name:
City of residence:

1. Did you find yourself in severe danger in the events of the loss of light?

2. Did you easily find aid in the form of shelter?

3. Did you easily find aid in the form of protection?

4. Did you easily find aid in the form of medical services?

5. Should another incident like this happen, would you like to be a part of a non-registration based network, maintained by the office of the Ambassador, to aid in the assistance of other imPorts and native citizens?

6. If yes to the above, please state your skills and your powers, if relevant.
lapwing: Ptolemy (That HAD to hurt)
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[On the network is what appears to be a young boy, about 12 or 13 years old. For a moment, he stares quite soulfully at the video output impossibly deep, black eyes, and then pokes at the screen with one fingernail.]

Not even a proper imp in there, how's that for you...?

[He pulls back and mimes clearing his throat. A voice far, far more booming than is fit for the child's face resounds across the feed.]

Right, broadcast. AHEM. This is just a friendly, non-suspicious question, inquiring on when the next coup or violent overthrow of this government is going to be. Not that I'm actually advocating it, I just know you humans really can't resist.

I'm pretty handy with a popcorn machine if anyone can provide good seats.
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[Seems Yuu has calmed and mellowed somewhat considerably since last he purposely addressed the network himself proper. Recovered from the Porter pulling Mika back home, only through having the vampire return to him again. Still, regardless of how or why he's managing it, he is. A lot better than a few months ago. He seems in better spirits this time when he addresses the network.]

Hey everyone. Ah, happy New Year. Since that's today, I guess. But ah, seems like everyone's been enjoying themselves. [Probably an understatement, given the celebrations going on pretty much since Christmas.]

Anyway. I had a couple questions, if anyone's able to help. First off is that I guess I have been wondering, since the holidays recently and all, what everyone else celebrates back home? We're from all over, and different times, right? So, some of us probably do celebrate things differently. I guess I'm just kind of curious.

That and -- I don't suppose there's a way to block powers, like, one power specifically? I know there's the nullifiers but don't they work on all powers? It's just one of mine I want to deal with. If there is anything. I dunno, that's if there is anything, or any sort of power someone has that might help. Otherwise, I'll deal with it. I have been already for a while anyway.

[He's just more nervous about the whole seraph thing after hearing more about Nagoya since Mika initially showed up and all. He doesn't want to potentially lose control like that. Doesn't want to unintentionally end up hurting his friends when he loses control often in order to or some sort of desire, desperation, to save them.]
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[ She doesn't show her face in this video. But the camera is facing a pomegranate resting in a well-manicured hand, so it's no big mystery who's morbid performance art the network is about to be subjected to. ]

So it's new years soon. 2017. Wow.

[ Does the fruit seem a little soft? Over ripe? ]

Made your resolution yet? Now pretend this will be your last New Years Eve. How's that resolution stand up?


[ It's obvious by now, the fruit is sagging in her hands, and a black spot of something is growing on one side. ]


No, more than that. Pretend it's someone you love's last New Years Eve. This'll be the last time they count down with the ball. Then they'll have their last bank holidays, their last birthday, last Halloween. Maybe they get another Christmas, but probably not. Maybe you should call this one the last, just to be safe.


[ As she speaks, the distending fruit splits up one rotting side, collapsing under its own weight. Remarkably blood-like juice runs down her hand and wrist. ]


How's your resolution now? Does it mean a fucking thing?


[ The flesh of the fruit itself is sloughing off now in disgusting clumps that splatter noisily on the unseen floor. ]


Death's coming. Not just for you, but for everyone you love.


[ When the whole thing is gone, she rubs her fingers together, feeling the viscous red slime the rotten fruit left behind. ]

Happy New Years. Memento-fucking-mori.
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I don’t really celebrate Christmas but New Year is much more important in my country. Still, thank you to all of those who remembered, and I do hope you had a good holiday. [ but he'll focus on the "New Year" subject ] Years are traditionally viewed as completely separate, with each new year providing a fresh start. That means, all duties are supposed to be completed by the end of the year – I’m curious what tasks do you need to finish before then. And also curious about what New Year's resolutions you have in mind.

Being here always makes it difficult to plan ahead, but some people have been here for far too long, as well. So I don't think it's wrong to think about a future here. [ though his future is always so very questionable. 


ANYWAY.

The happy funtimes are over, though, and Kaneki will get on the mirror!Network next because he doesn’t trust the government and this is a touchy subject. ]


On a very different and more serious matter, I'd like to ask for your opinion regarding registration. Let’s assume an imPort arrives and they require something to survive and without it, they’d die. The government is willing to provide it as long this imPort is registered. However, if they don’t register and try to acquire whatever they need through other means, it’s considered illegal and they will be thrown in jail for it.

How truly optional would this registration be, then?
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[ The imagery when the camera clicks to life would be familiar to anyone who's ever witnessed a certain Miami church, monochrome and pristine as the day it was left without a patron. But the girl centered in front of the stained glass window cuts an ethereal enough figure in her white suit and short-clipped platinum hair with a shock of black, as if she's a fixture of the place herself. ]

Peace and consumer joy be with you, America. Whether it's despite or because of being torn across dimensions, I trust some of you are having a most blessed holiday. As for those inconveniences among us who prefer less heavenly hosts? This year, I'd like to offer open doors.

[ It's all an appropriately solemn atmosphere until her lips quirk into a smile, and a clean snap of her fingers casts a warm glow as every candle lights up. ]

For formality's sake: yes, it's that Lucifer. Give or take a few mythological liberties. No, you aren't the first to be skeptical. I suppose that's as good a content warning as any?

That said, The Church of the Morningstar is under renewed management, and invites you to a wholesome Christmas Eve night of festive song and blasphemy. Any creator seeking inspiration, any persecuted looking to spark rebellion, or old-fashioned fans of excess are welcome to find a little sanctuary here by the fire. And as history will show, you can always do far worse than the Devil's music.

[The camera pans to the left, up towards the church's pulpit and what looks like a charming nativity scene beside it. There's a set of simple mannequins inside to represent the traditional figures; the three wise men, Joseph, a bundle of scrunched up cloth in the manger, and—well. That last one certainly isn't a mannequin.

Inanna straightens up from beside the manger with an impish grin, draped in the cloth robes of the Virgin Mary. In spite of the simple garb they still manage to look as radiant as always. ]


May we all have an unholy night to remember. We could certainly use it, couldn't we?
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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!

[video]

Nov. 28th, 2016 05:52 pm
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[ Well. That happened. Miles' expectations of the election had gone south as soon as he'd seen how many other people he'd been competing with - how many damn good candidates he'd been competing with - and yet here he is. He should probably feel proud of himself. He mostly just feels terrified.

He looks a bit terrified too when he turns on his comm, the terror mingling with a very humbled (if still bright) smile. Okay, he's managed to get the thing he wanted. Now what on earth does he do with it? ]


First of all, I'm deeply honored and humbled to have been chosen as Nonah's ambassador. I shall endeavor to consider the concerns of all the imPorts in my city, not just the ones who chose me specifically. There is a lot of work to do - [ oh god, there's too much work to do ] - and I look forward to tackling it.

[ A pause. Now for more practical concerns. ]

Secondly, can anyone recommend a good place to set up in Nonah? I'm interested in renting an office and an apartment. Preferably close to each other.

And ... er, I would very much appreciate the guidance of our current ambassadors as well. Difficulties you've had, pitfalls I could avoid, that sort of thing.

[ Because really, he's fucking terrified. ]
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[It is hard to tell if the person who appears on the network this afternoon is a particularly handsome woman or a strikingly beautiful man. Or what age they are. Or any nice, easy assumption, actually. They lean towards the screen, having watched the network for a few days, picked up what they could. A planetary war, tensions between imPorts, tenuous situations all around. For most people, it would be the time for serious discussions, strategic planning and getting the strongest intel they can.

Bel Thorne puts their chin on their palm, regards the camera a moment before cutting a sharp, curious smile.]


So, what does one do on Earth for fun? I'm taking suggestions.

Video

Nov. 6th, 2016 01:04 pm
purple_reign: (Seriously. Look at how hot I am.)
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[The video opens to a shot of Inanna and Persephone only just managing to maintain their modesty in a pair of matching monogrammed silk robes- hers a soft maroon, his a dazzling violet, of course. They're lounged comfortably over a pile of pillows and each other in what looks like an exceptionally posh hotel room.

Inanna flashes a charming grin at the camera. When he speaks, it's in a low and sultry voice that's almost too smooth to even sound real. What would it be like to hear it in person instead of over the cheap speakers of an imPort phone?]


Hello there. I suppose some of you might remember me from my last visit to this world. For those of you who don't my name is Inanna, and I'm sure more of you are familiar with my dear friend, Persephone. [He tilts the camera to get a better angle on her. Uncharacteristically, there’s no challenging stare from her. In fact, she doesn’t bother to look at the camera at all. The normally taunt features of her round face are relaxed into something wistful and almost sleepy, her fingers moving lazily along his neck.]

While I'm quite eager to meet everyone I haven't yet and to catch up with those I have; we have an announcement to make first, and you're all lucky enough to be the first to hear it. We're going to be putting on a show together at the end of this month. A double feature starring The Queens of Heaven and Hell! Come to vent all your fury—stay to find peace with it.

[ She finally does glance up and into the camera then, just the briefest look of her impossibly green eyes, then she sighs and closes them. ]

A katabasis. Intimate.



[OOC: Exact concert date TBD, but powers that will be in play for it are here and here]
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[ The video opens with Sarah sitting on her couch, leaning into the camera. She's got her hands folded in front of her and it looks, for all intents and purposes, that this is some kind of rehearsed speech. When she begins, though, it's clear that this isn't something she's memorized—it's just something she's thought about a lot and is finally ready to say out loud. ]

Hey. My name's Sarah. Some of you know me, or you've met one or more of my sisters. Right now, there are five of us, but that could change at any time.

[ She bites her lip, hesitates, then continues on. ] A couple months ago there were some rumors going on about us being, like, aliens or Russian spies or some other bullshit. None of that's true, but we understand why people've been getting suspicious about our story. So here we are, telling the truth. [ Though the camera is only showing Sarah, there's the sense that one or more of the others may be in the room as well. ]

We're clones.

[ She takes a deep breath. It's out, now. There's no taking it back. ] We're clones, and we're from a world where being a clone is a dangerous thing. You can say we've been lying to you, but we only wanted to make sure we were safe. I'd do anything to keep my sisters safe. If you wanna blame someone for keeping you in the dark, you can blame me for that. [ Another deep breath, and now Sarah sits back, less rigid, and uses one hand to scratch at the side of her neck. It's a nervous gesture, but a large part of her seems relieved for having told the truth. ] We'd been planning on making this announcement for a while, but something happened earlier that made us think now would be best. We want you to hear it from us instead of someone else.

[ There's a pause, then, and it looks like Sarah might be finished. Then she adds, ] So that's the true story. Not aliens, not spies, not whatever the hell people were saying about us. But not quintuplets, either. Clones. But people, okay?

We're still just people.

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