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📣👏🏽 HEY YOU!!!!!! 👏🏽📣 yes...... you

or idk maybe not, who cares. anyway, not the point.
in case u don't know me yet, this is reggie mantle (the one and only, btw)


[ Sore spot? I wonder why. ]

me & my bro archie are throwing a housewarming party this friday, so if u can see this ur invited. but only if ur gonna be cool, all right? ground rules.

IMGATTACHMENT_INVITE.JPG )
friday the 16th @ [ HEROPA APARTMENT ADDRESS ], 6pm - whenever
all u can drink, no IDs no cover $. bring ur own mixers & we'll take care of the rest.
theme is superheroes. u SHOULD come in costume, but its optional. why not tho right?


[ At this point, he switches the feed to video and finger-guns toward the camera with a wink. ]

I dunno, did I forget anything? Not that it's rocket science. [ He sips from a Gatorade bottle. ] I mean, we all know how parties work by now, right?

( NOTE: Log is HERE!! )

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Jun. 13th, 2017 12:55 pm
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[The mask that appears on screen is reminiscent of the cyborg Grievous - to those that have seen him before - however there is something more grounded and ancient about it, more obviously made of bone rather than a metallic rendition of such. The voice that speaks is also more earthy, without the electronic enhancements or filters, but still perhaps can be recognised. There's something calmer and more dignified in his speech.]

I have openings available for those who wish to train in the art of combat. Whether you need to learn how to use a new weapon or merely to brush up on the skills you already posses, I can be contacted for private sessions or even small groups, if there are some of you who work together.

I have had decades of experience in the field of battle with various weaponry. You may bring your own or these can be provided for you.

For those who do not know me, I am known as General Grievous. Classes will be customised to suit the individual's needs and will be available for both those who are registered and unregistered, on a case by case basis.

Any questions can be asked here, as well as making any appointments.

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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?

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Jun. 9th, 2017 04:58 am
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( When her image appears, she may immediately be recognizable to some. She is young, with healthy colour in her cheeks and a brightness in her eyes where not long ago there had been neither. )

Where I come from, there was an entire epoch in history where great heroes walked the land. One of my forebears, Durran Godsgrief took to wife the daughter of two deities of wind and sea. They rained down such a tempest upon the wedding party that Durran's family and guests all died.

One after the next, he built successfully larger castles to weather their grief. Until finally the seventh, built with the aid of either the Children of the Forest or Bran the Builder finally survived and withstood the gods' rage. He was known as Godsgrief ever after, for having caused them such a bother.

( She is wise enough now not to speak of Lann the Clever instead, as she assumes her secret must ever remain precisely that. Her green eyes hold the camera, as she tilts her head, effecting a thoughtful façade. )

The word 'hero' carries a different sort of weight here than what I am familiar with. Is it simply this world, or others? ( She wonders if hers is merely an anomaly. ) Is the definition of heroism someone with godlike powers in the songs and stories of your realm, or are some ordinary people who manage to accomplish great things?

( Myrcella is, for now, putting on the impression of wide-eyed curiosity to stem her panic at having not only been resurrected, but with the ability to maim others if this file is correct. Her features soften apurpose, and she gives a sweet smile to her audience. )

Thank you.
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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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they talk a lot about right and wrong. what stops you from hurting someone, what eats you up from the inside out if you do.

so what if your skin doesn't crawl when you hear someone scream in pain?

what if you feel no pain when you see someone's legs break right at the bone

what if they didn't remind you of anybody you cared about? what if the blood or whatever didn't make you think about going to hell or puking up your pancakes or crying or anything

what if you knew how not to get caught

what if it was fun

what would stop you from fucking people up


edit for ooc: Kavinsky is writing from inside a psychiatric ward and being monitored to an extent. I will be assuming that any communications marked 'private' need to be too garbled or distorted for surveillance to pick up, but everything else is fair game!

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May. 8th, 2017 11:36 pm
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[The video screen opens to the Church of the Morningstar, a large, pristine building of white concrete and hard, sharp, modern edges. It's owner, both of the phone in possession and the church in name, stands in front of it wearing a long black overcoat with the collar pulled up on this unseasonably cold day.]

You have no idea how disappointing it is to finally come outside the prison of creation and be surrounded by the ensnarement of worship. And not of anything, but of me most importantly-- something that, I must profess, becomes more tiring by the day. You've all chosen to squander your chance to live by your desires only to build a prison of rules and governing around yourselves. Even here, having left those devices, you've so eagerly baited yourselves again. Let's change that, shall we?

[He waves his hand, and the church in front of him warps and collapses in on itself, a twisting of light that causes its viewers to blink only to be met with an entirely new creation-- a piano bar which reveals itself to intimate prohibition-style decor within. A sexily backlit 1923 Steinway piano ties together a room dotted with small tables perfect for a night of Jazz music and drinks. Lucifer takes a seat and crosses one leg over the other, different looking perhaps than those of the same name imPorts have been familiar with in the past. In fact, he bears a striking resemblance the Thin White Duke.... or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the Thin White Duke resembled him.]

'Lux'... a name I once chose impertinently to create something of my own in the entrapment of His will, seems a little unsuitable now that I've liberated myself of those titles. A new name, I think, would be more appropriate. Perhaps 'Revīvēscere'.
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This song and dance again. Never thought I'd...

[The man's voice (deeper, calmer) trails off. There's a long pause, then a raspy chuckle.]

Alrighty. In order'a business...

First, a multiple choice quiz: A, New York City. B, The City. C, The Hive. You only get to pick one, so choose wisely.

Second... hey, brat. Master Blaster? --Aurora Princess. Simba. Any'a you here? [Pause, then tentatively,] You... Alphabet soup gang? Yeah, right. How about you, Cats? Boom-Boom? Spidey-Mama?

[It could be worse, all things considered. A fresh slate meant he could keep his identity under wraps longer. And that, he'd long learned, was invaluable enough.]

[Besides, the government already had his number. Figuratively, if not literally. There's a long pause as he considers all this, then thoughtfully mumbles,] Aaah, it's not worth hiding, is it.
Iron Bot was a goner. I know that. But the chessmaster in the Porter- what'd you guys figure out about her?

Well, as for anyone else... If "Shinigami" rings a bell? Long time no chat.

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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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[ Today, the Church of the Morningstar is looking a little different. It, and the grounds, have been decorated with thousands and thousands of pure white Easter Lilies. Some are planted, coming out of the ground, others draped in garlands and in wreathes. How did they do it? A miracle? Porter powers? An serious business event coordinator and an absurd number of day laborers? It is a mystery. There is also now a large banner reading: ]

The Wicked + The Divine Spoilers )

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Mar. 5th, 2017 06:23 pm
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[ Well, Kyle's been having a time of it back home. He's come back a little wiser, a lot stronger, and with giant ears. And fangs. And unwieldy black claws. They're actually making texting kind of hard, but it's better than video or audio right now. He's not letting this freak show go on display in front of the entire network. But he does need help from them, sssoooo... ]

got a question for everyone
or maybe the ladies
whoever is ok!
Im kinda in need of a really good nail salon
like hardcore veteran manicurist

Id really appreciate any recs thx
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[ The video opens on two young men sitting side by side on a couch, set up to address the camera together. One is younger, Japanese, with dark hair and glasses; he is way, way less enthused about this than the platinum blond Russian dude waving enthusiastically at the video feed. ]

Um … well … I’m … Katsuki Yuuri. [ He trails off, mumbling more about himself, but it doesn’t quite make it to the microphone. He seems wildly uncomfortable to be doing this. The last phrase sounds something like “nice to meet you” but it’s hard to tell. ]

[ The Russian chooses that moment to sling an arm around the shoulders of his embarrassed companion and lean on him a bit, his heart-shaped smile and handsome face gorgeous enough to be in a fashion magazine. He looks into the camera with no hesitation at all. ]

Hiii! [ he proclaims brightly, his Russian accent becoming more evident as he talks. ] I’m Viktor Nikiforov, and I’m Yuuri’s figure skating coach! We just finished our biggest competition of the year, the Grand Prix Final, and we just wanted to reach out to our fans to thank them all for their support!

[ Yuuri chokes at that, his next comment coming out as a squawk. ]

-- Eh!? VIktor, this is a different dimension! We don’t have fans here!

But we can get NEW fans! [ Viktor winks at the camera before he turns his head to look at Yuuri mischievously. ]

Wh - Viktor, no! We don’t know anyone! Not in public--!

[ And then the feed goes down as Yuuri manages to knock it over before Viktor throws himself at him. ]

(( OOC: Opt-in post for mushy feelings mental effect! Basically your skater boys cause some low level good feelings/romantic impulses around them. This is 100% optional and will not be referenced unless you comment to the opt-in post or specifically react to the effect in your response. ))
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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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[ It is time, once more, for the unwashed masses to be blessed by a missive from the high goddess of #Aesthetic. She is lounging on her throne of roots and bone, holly sprigs and mistletoe have been braided into her hair. It's all very seasonal. ]


We are now entertaining suitors for our step son, a strong and handsome demi-god. Would-be suitors must be male, with an effective age rang of 13-16. Must also be be steadfast in the face of darkness, death, and Hell itself. Come before the Destroyer if you would prove your worth.

No drummers.


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Dec. 18th, 2016 07:56 pm
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[ Most of the imPort community will receive a notification on their devices about a new network post. An image is posted with a very minimal amount of unaccompanied text. ]

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This is a world where nobody can be certain what is real. Tabloid scandal and tittle-tattle surround our mad lives. Journalists take shots at clearing the superstition enveloping those who choose to wear a mask, and like most they do it for the money, selfishly exposing the names of heroes and villains alike.

[His right hand hoists up a headline, framed at the bottom with his left palm. The accompanying photograph is of a blonde propping up a bar, split with a shot of her professionally dressed in a skirt and doctor's jacket. Hair up, round glasses. A girl so neat you can take her home to meet the family.]

Party Girl Harley Quinn Goes Profesh: Can It Last?

What trenchant contempt. Such grubby hands, tearing off flesh to show the bones beneath! Masks contain a definite meaning, an intellectual formula, are expressions of human feeling for the surrounding world. They are creations of the human mind and, as such, deserve respect. No matter whether they're an identity behind which one reconstructs their self or a shield that protects loved ones.

We understand how dangerous they can be. Do they think they can hide before facing the consequences of this drivel?

[Blech! He lays down the page.]

Guess it all boils down to one question for me, anyway. One more important than Harleen Quinzel's metamorphosis.

[He refuses to call her a doctor.]

What's Batman's deal?

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Dec. 17th, 2016 06:11 am
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[Behold, your resident God of trickery and similar! With one hand he's pouring about a gallon of malibu into a gallon of ice cream...and with the other hand he's dicing (or more accurately stabbing) a generous pile of mistletoe with a butter knife...

...why? It's probably best if you didn't ask.]


So, question, birthdays tend to be a thing and so I find myself dying to know how you celebrate, if you have them. Are they individual endeavors is it cultural? Food is often part of the whole birthday package, yes? Although I suppose birthday fasting is not unheard of. [Not that Loki would ever fast if the ice cream is anything to go by.] And just so I do not come off as discriminatory to those who do not have birthdays, or once did but cannot remember--because lives are angst ridden and complicated that way--if you did how would you celebrate.

[He's not asking for any particular reason, obviously, it's just that he finds the minutiae of every day life fascinating.]
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( Ah, it’s a heartwarming holiday scene, viewers. Sarissa, lounging on a couch, somehow inexplicably still with severe tank top tanlines despite a) it being winter and b) her wearing a tank top, which surely should theoretically make the tanlines less apparent. Not today, apparently. It reads “Sorry for the thing I said when I was hungry,” but perhaps “Sorry for what I’m about to say now I’m drunk” would be more fitting. She’s got a neon curly straw sticking out of a bottle of bourbon, and a cocktail umbrella tucked behind her ear, and appears to be wearing tropical board shorts. It’s just that kind of day. Or night. Whatever.

Sitting next to her is Pablo, who is wearing a striped cardigan, black shorts, and fiddling with his bangs and a straightening iron until he notices that Sarissa is recording. He frees his hair and sets the iron aside, picking up instead his own drink of choice (non-alcoholic; it's a capri-sun pouch) so he can more easily listen. )


Okay, but like. Okay, no, sorry, but if you think about any of the stuff that all of us across all our bloody worlds have gotta have in common, it’s art, yeah? Like— creativity. Art and poems and music, the expression of everything that makes us who we are given some kinda solid shape. Whether its colours or melodies or whatever form we gotta grab and twist about, it’s expressions of the world and how we understand it, right? It’s a way to know that we’re not going out of our bloody minds, because there’s thing element that we can understand and connect with, and it links us to other people. It’s why people got all fired up about the Spice Girls, a while back.

( That isn’t actually what happened, Sarissa, but sure. Go with that. ) And Pablo here, he’s an artist. Makes the world make sense with colours. Everything is colours and— and texture. It’s stories all layered up and up, kind of like people. We’re all hundreds of thousands of stories all layered together and then laid out.

What? Oh, uh...

( Pablo seems to not know what to say about that, given his silence, though if he feels put on the spot it doesn't show on his face. He starts to shake his head, but then instead opts to say: )

Right. Well you know, I don't know if it even has to exactly make sense, if like... we can still look at it and feel something, because either somehow we do understand it, on the level of like... uh... ( He gestures circularly over his head, glancing in Sarissa's direction for a moment but then upward. How to say it? ) You know, intuitively, even if we don't know why, or what anything really means. Or we don't understand but try to, or-- sometimes people don't want to. It all depends. But, uh-- yeah, it's still a little bit of everything and everyone we've ever known, too. Like stories.

( He stops talking and looks back over at Sarissa. )

Or a jigsaw puzzle. Or, uh— there’s this art, in Japan? Kint— ah, shit. Kintsuko...roi? It’s um, it’s like the to do with change and journeys and things gathering more meaning. I guess. I mean technically it’s about repairing broken stuff with gold lacquer, but it’s like an extra layer? Like a new addition to the story. Somethings not less perfect for being broken, and it doesn’t lose something. It gains it? I don’t know, make that a metaphor, if you wanna. People and art fit together. ( She grins, a bit ridiculously. ) And if they don’t, we can glue ‘em together with gold lacquer. It could get very Klimpt. Or Kahlo.

( Sarissa frowns, then, as she delicately sips her bourbon. ) Does anyone else do that? Like finding ways to express the way they understand things more tangibly? Like an enigma machine for your thoughts?
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[The feed clicks on, and the voice that follows is astoundingly cheery in comparison to the subject matter.]

So. How would you go about celebrating a birthday and a deathday at the same time, without involving cake or alcohol?

[A beat.]

Asking for a friend.

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