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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.

[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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[ The video actually starts before it’s supposed to. It’s just a close up shot of a woman’s cleavage. And when she speaks, it’s with an English lilt -- a bit distant as though she’s calling out behind her. ]

From my understanding, these devices are supposed to put us in touch with others who arrived here in a similar manner to us.


[ A little fainter, a second voice joins the first -- a man, this time, with an accent out of a John Ford movie. ] It don't look like much to me. How's it work?

[ The camera gets pulled back to give the first shot of Maeve who is studying it thoughtfully. And then she realizes it seems to already be recording them -- the recognition lighting up on her face.. ]

It appears we’re live right now. All we have to do is talk. [ She re-positions herself to sit up a bit straighter, glancing at Teddy before nodding at the device to allow him to make the first contact.. ]


[ Teddy takes instruction well, bless him, and tips into view at her shoulder, taking a second to be caught up in the little digitised mirror image on her device. He overcomes the inherent strangeness and prompts himself to speak, trusting in Maeve's advice. ]

Evenin', [ he greets, with a nod beneath the shadow brim of his hat. ] Name's Flood, Teddy Flood. Me and the lady are looking for folks like us, or who been here even longer. We figure there's more to this place than we've been told.


[ When nothing immediately horrible happens as a result of Teddy talking, Maeve deems it safe to do the same. Sorry, Teddy. It’s easier to make you the shield. But she does appear mildly amused at Teddy’s use of ‘the lady.’ As though he’s trying to avoid the much harsher truths of what she is. ]

Oh, there’s definitely more. There’s always more. We can’t trust our kidnappers to give us the full scope, can we? So if any of you out there can be darlings and help us fill in the blanks, we would very much appreciate it. Mr. Flood here is a skilled adventurer who can aid you in all of your quests, plights, or other such nonsense. [ Hand wave. ] And as for me, well -- I’m sure you can use your imagination, can’t you?

[ She smirks, crossing one leg over the other with a deliberate, sensual slowness. ]

Do right by us and we’ll return the favor.


[ There'd been his own mild form of amusement at reference to his being an adventurer, accurate though it may be if also as euphemistic with regard to his line of work as he'd been as to hers, but the moment slides by without comment. Just the tiniest of smiles, mostly around the eyes.

Unperturbed by her offer of repayment, he nods once more at the camera, touching the brim of his hat in sign off. ]


Do wrong by us, we won't have a hell of a lot to talk about, now will we?


Come, darling. You can be more creative than that. [ Maeve says with a roll of her eyes. ] Or perhaps you can’t. [ Creativity might not be one of his higher parameters. ] I advise you all to not do wrong by us because you’ll very much wish you hadn’t. [ She flashes a sarcastic smile. ] But I believe that just about covers it.

[ Maeve’s about to end the feed, only to pause. ] Oh. One last thing. We’re looking for the people who live in… [ She looks off screen to read out the numbers. ] Nonah #005 and Maurtia Falls #008. If you live in either, could you be a dear and pop in to say hello?
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I’m looking to rob a bank or two.

[ The man in black’s voice is low, rough with age and smoke through whatever farcical discretion ‘anonymity’ provides. ]

Could use a lookout, maybe a driver. 80/20 split. Negotiable, depending on what you have to offer, [ he elaborates, deadly serious and with enough of a drawl to ring distinct to any ears with a mind to pick him out of a lineup, later. ]

Interested parties inquire within.

[ OOC: All replies will be anonymous unless otherwise indicated. ]

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Dec. 12th, 2016 01:02 pm
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I hope everyone enjoyed their time in the Vivarium at last month's swear-in if you went. It seems like it went off alright! I've been doing some more work on it since then, so if anyone wants to be a bug tester, let me know.

What do you all do to have fun in winter? Not necessarily about the holidays. It's been a while since I was top-side for this length of time, much less anywhere with snow.
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Tetsuo's gone.

[It's the hardest thing Kaneda's ever been able to admit, and a large part of him didn't even want to make this broadcast. Something about how this was his business, or how it meant admitting defeat in his search for his best friend and family. His voice lacks the confidence it usually has, the undertone almost a soft squeak, as if he's trying to hold back tears.

That may explain why this is audio.]



You know.


For anyone that was looking, or whatever.


[There's an audible inhale and exhale, gloves covering his mouth as he thinks some things over.] So...I'll be taking over Neo Tokyo til I can kick his ass for ditching me with it. You know how to find me.

[No they don't.]

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Nov. 23rd, 2016 10:37 am
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[ Congratulations, network. Today, everyone gets a video feed of a red hover truck, something leaning more towards the sort you'd find parked out on a farm and certainly not brand new, if the handful of dents and dull patches say anything. Still, it's not too bad!

A big ol' mastiff mix is hanging out in the front seat, paws up on the windowsill as he leans out, watching whoever is taking the video in typical happy dog fashion.
]

And today is the day the Pevensie farm finally, finally gets a better way to travel than with the horses.

[ That would be Hawke's voice and, oh boy, does she sound delighted. ]

Because someone just got an entirely official, most definitely not fake driver's license.

[ Which, even if she makes that sound a little shady, is true. Someone, somewhere, has made the poor life choice of signing off on her road test. ]

[video]

Nov. 7th, 2016 11:07 am
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[ The feed opens on an unusual sight -- three of the Normandy's crew (former and current) squeezed together to fit in front of the camera. It's a tough fit since none of the space marines are small men, but they manage. Shepard, in the middle, speaks up first. ]

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Shepard. [ He's unusually formal, posture straight and gaze evenly directed at the camera. ] Some of the Normandy’s crew have been Ported out over the last few months, and it's been long enough that we don't think they're coming back. Justicar Samara, Thane Krios, Garrus Vakarian, and Jeff Moreau.

[Jacob leans forward a bit as he puts in his contribution, short and direct.]

Some of you knew those names. Those of you who didn’t, you can trust me when I tell you this place is a hell of a lot worse off without them.

[ Kaidan is squished to the right, just barely in the screen -- Jacob and Shepard take most of the space up, and he isn’t exactly fighting for screen time, but when he pipes up, he leans a little closer toward Shepard to do it. ]

We’ve been pretty lucky so far, haven’t we? Every time someone’s left -- like Shepard -- they’ve come back, so we wanted to give people time, before we actually said something…

That’s nice, fellas, but--

cut for space nerds embarrassing themselves )
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[ Sei is...confused. He's been confused since his arrival, under a deluge of new information when he's reeling from still existing, nonetheless supposedly being in another world.

Is this even truly another world at all? He'd never been outside Oval Tower in Platinum Jail. This could simply be what the world outside of Midorijima was.

But he's seen no COILs, no ALLMATEs...and he hadn't been able to pick up on any fragmented pieces of himself like he normally would.

He sits outside of De Chima's assigned housing, seated against a wall and looking exhausted. He's remarkably frail-looking and pale, like just getting out of the car he was brought in took all of the energy he had.

It was remarkably close to the truth, and he's definitely regretting turning down the concerned driver's offer of assistance in getting to #008. He'd been so entranced at the idea of seeing the world around him that he'd blatantly ignored how little energy he knew he had.

So unless someone deigns to help him, Sei's going to be seated against that wall for quite a while.

Nonetheless, some time later he's managed his way into #008, collapsed onto the couch in the living room with no intentions (or ability) to move (sorry housemates!). This means it's time to look over the network. It might be easier to do it using pieces of himself sent into the communicator, but... How can he be sure of where he is, and that if he was able to return, Toue was not? How could he be sure he could not be traced by him here, using that? He may not resent Toue, no, but it does not mean he wishes to return.

The ID reads Captive Princess.]


they say this is a world other than our own. however, i have never seen the world outside of the limits of midorijima in any form, nor the world outside of oval tower personally. so i have to wonder if the lack of technology i am familiar with means this is true, or if i am more tired and confused than i believed at first, and lost in a world i never knew to start.

either way, it should be impossible for me to be here. when one's consciousness is destroyed, it should not be possible for it to return. when one's body is now the container for another's consciousness, one should not have that body any longer.

i suppose all i can do in that case is ask if those words are familiar to anyone. midorijima, platinum jail, oval tower. toue inc.

...i suppose, also, that if i am truly here to stay, i should inquire about what one would do if they wanted to improve their health and stamina. with the caveat that said health is extremely poor, and normal methods are likely too strenuous to be considered.


[ He's not going to be able to explore this world like he wants if he can't make it from a car to a house, after all. ]

thank you.

14, Video

Oct. 22nd, 2016 04:01 pm
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[The woman on the video is tall and stern-looking, with blue eyes that kind of make you feel cold just by looking at them.]

This is Major-General Olivier Mira Armstrong. For those of you who don't know me, I'm the commander of RISE: Rogue Import Suppression Enforcement. We're an imPort-run group that works with the local law enforcement to police our own, and handle crises that local, unpowered officers can't. We're headquartered out of Helix Station in Maurtia Falls, and were instrumental in fighting back the Soviet occupation some months ago.

The whims of the device that brings us here and sends us home have left my staff limited. I need new recruits, both those willing to confront potential rogue imPorts, and those willing to bring them to justice via trials.

That is all. Armstrong out.

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Oct. 1st, 2016 01:50 pm
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Hi, everyone. If you haven't met me yet, I'm Catherine!

I wanted to ask everyone-- what's your favorite place, ever? It doesn't matter if it's impossible for you to get there right now, or even if it's not real. I just want to hear about where you'd be if reality wasn't an obstacle. Tell me all about it.

Thanks!

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Sep. 8th, 2016 03:31 pm
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[The Major is gazing into the camera, looking as focused and intense as ever.]

As many of you know, my body is completely prosthetic. Back home, this is relatively common, making replacement parts and even entirely new bodies easy to obtain.

But here? Having a body constructed of technology beyond what is readily available poses certain challenges.

[She folds her hands in front of her and leans forward.]

I've reached a point where I need more than just a few spare parts here and there. I'm proposing a joint research project to construct a prosthetic body. It's going to require expertise in engineering, biology, physiology, and neuroscience. I can provide the software solutions, but I don't have the ability to actually construct the prosthetics.

I can provide some monetary compensation, but the real benefit will be the technology itself. After it's completed, you or your company can feel free to use it as you see fit. There are clear medical and military applications. Of course, I'd prefer that it be used for the benefit of humanity, but I won't really be in any position to make demands.

I imagine that if there's anywhere where someone can develop brand new technology on a short timetable, it's here. If you have the ability and facilities necessary, let me know. I'll be thoroughly vetting anyone interested.

[She leans back again. She'd prefer that the technology not be utilized by some Import megalomaniac, after all.]

I'm also contracting out as a cyber security specialist. If you have a personal or corporate network, I can make it virtually impenetrable.

[Prosthetic bodies aren't cheap, especially on an arcade repairwoman's salary.]

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Sep. 6th, 2016 08:04 pm
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ImPorts network, correct?

[ This young man is speaking in Japanese, but he already figured how to get English subtitles to appear, courtesy to the translator. His expression is very serious and stern, but the slant of his eyebrows might be just how his face was designed. The only strange detail in his face are eyes, black sclera and golden irises, but starting from the neck it gets weirder. His neck has black silicone sheathing instead of skin, while the other part of him not covered in clothing - his arms -, is artificial and covered in metal plating. ]

I am familiar with organization registering heroes, although the one known to me was based on private sector, rather than military. [ He's really not sure how he feels about it, especially with the whole "war with soviets" thing. Hero Association isn't best system ever but at least it didn't make them-- ] Soldiers, that's what we are here.

[ That sounds cryptic, but it's also how it looks to him ]

I'm Genos- From my initial assessment of the situation here, it is not unlikely for ImPorts from the same "world" to appear.

Based on that, I require information about cyborgs present among ImPorts. With emphasis placed on those with unstable mental capacity and tendency to bouts of violence.

[ Being thrown into foreign country in different world is not going to stop him from searching ]

Additionally, if anyone could point me at intensive language course. I'd be interested in trying it.

[ Even with the translator option it would be far more useful to learn the language that everyone speaks ]
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Hello. I have some questions.

[Jonathan Crane turns on the video, dressed in a fine suit, and smiles a little.]

Do we shape the world or does the world shape us? Is there a ghost in the machine or do we never think at all? And if we do not think, can we afford to permit people to be free?

[He leans back in the chair and gestures open-handedly.]

Difficult question, right?

Let's break it down: is free will an illusion? And are individual actions dependent on the consequences of those actions? I would appreciate the opportunity to hear your thoughts.

[video]

Aug. 10th, 2016 07:03 pm
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[This video opens with a woman in a bubble bath; the bubbles stop just a couple of inches under her collarbones, and her hair is pulled back in a tight bun. Sara has the device precariously balanced on the edge of the tub and leaning against the wall.]

My name is Sara Lance, hello, hi, greetings, etcetera. Among the ranks of the new here, I guess. Clearly, I'm already taking advantage of some downtime in my new place of residence.

[And trying to not think about recent painful losses back home.]

So fun story: Back in my world, I don't have any powers that would be called superhuman per say. But according to that file thing I have some now? Anyway, I have a more serious question about that: Are control issues a, well, issue with those ones we get here? Because uh. If so, I'd rather get that adjusted sooner rather than later. Any and all advice welcome and appreciated.

[She's absolutely not considering the weird bloodlust side effect from the Lazarus Pit back home as a 'superhuman' power, despite its weird magical/mystical origins or whatever the hell. As for her powers here, she's not saying what they are yet. Most of them seem not really dangerous on the surface, exactly, but she's not dumb enough to think that they couldn't be dangerous in some circumstance. Something can always go wrong. Something can always control her rather than she it.]

Or, if you don't have any advice on that topic, you Maurtia Falls people especially can give me advice on the best places to get coffee here.
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[Mako's blue tipped hair is the first thing that appears, then her dark brown eyes before she pulls away, her expression one of both curiosity and seriousness as she focuses on the camera. Her voice is Japanese in accent, quiet, and tightly controlled.]


My name is Mako Mori and I am looking for anyone involved with the Pan Pacific Defense Corps or any who may know them. [She frowns a little, though her tone remains very polite.] I know little beyond what this booklet has told me about this place, so if anyone has any information they might like to share, please do not hesitate to respond.

[She thinks a little more and after a slight pause, nods once, decisively.]

I am also curious if there might be a gymnasium or recreation room available in De Chima that anyone might recommend as that is where I have been assigned quarters. I have not gone beyond Heropa at this point in time, but that will be my first destination.
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My parole officer is blue in the face. I believe he's struggling to restrain his enthusiasm for our conversations, poor creature.

[Crane's voice is softer than before. If you've listened to his older posts, sent by his Scarecrow identity, the venom has been drawn out of it. His inflection of words is shorter. He controls himself better; sharper articulation, less energy, more subtle distinctions. Different pauses, too.]

I wonder, on a more gentle note, how you spend your free time.

What compositions spark your imagination? What beautiful works of art grasp your concentration? Cite your favorite passages of prose, poetry and drama, if you would; great books of literature that knock you out when you're all done reading.

[He sniffs and curls his lip.]

Still, most of you enjoy works that necessitate you should have been imprisoned instead of I, speaking honestly.

[If you cite Bieber or E.L. James, you're disqualified from having any opinion, ever. BYE.]

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