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Apr. 8th, 2017 09:35 pm
kingsroads: (just sort of huffy and taken aback)
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[ There is a grown-ass man sulking in the cafe of a Nonah Barnes & Noble. Thankfully, some kind soul explained to Strange how to turn on the video function because he's still in his 1800s finest. Even in the background of the video, there's some poor student trying to study that just can't help but look at Mr. Period Drama here with a bit of confusion.

It's entirely possible that as soon as someone mentioned the word 'stipend' and the phrase 'no, I've never heard of Gilbert Norrell before' the first thought Strange had was go to the bookstore, buy out all the books before Norrell or anyone else could. Unfortunately, the selection sucks. Like, reeeeeeally sucks.
]

I know that at least in my time America is still a bit uncivilized, but this is ridiculous. [ Well that certainly is someone hella British. ] There's plenty of books about magic, but rarely any of magic. And what books there are show tricks more fit for street magicians! Look at this one, [ said as he holds a Magic Tricks for Dummies type of book up to the camera. ] 'Pulling a penny from someone's ear.' It's right behind a whole chapter on card tricks, of all things.

Has someone bought up all the books of magic already? [ who has two thumbs and doesn't know how modern printing works, hint it is this guy. ] Or are they simply hiding them from casual readers? I'd be happy to provide my qualifications if needed. My name is Jonathan Strange, magician to the Duke of Wellington as well as the king of England—surely that is good enough to merit someone either in the store or over this device to actually tell me where the proper books are!

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Nov. 19th, 2016 02:26 pm
trigeminalheadache: (222-004)
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[ Part of her wants to wait before doing this. They waited before assuming Cisco was gone for good. But it had been Barry that kept her calm and rational during that. And, well... ]

For those of you who knew him, Barry Allen has gone home. I know I should probably do this more privately, but that would be a lot of messages and I'm sure I'd miss someone.

[ Hunter's gone, too, but announcing that would likely lead to a lot of "good riddance" sentiment, which would just make her feel even worse. ]

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Nov. 7th, 2016 06:41 pm
airshow: (I robbed the continental breakfast.)
[personal profile] airshow
OH MY GOD STOP WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING I HAVE WHACK-A-MOLE.

[ And now that he has your attention, he flips the camera back onto himself. Trickster is wearing a light-up bowtie over a dark blue button-up shirt, as that is what passes for finery to him. Behind him loom several bright, loud arcade games, a dart board, a plastic singing fish spraypainted gold, and — oh god, is that fake? — the taxidermied head of a crocodile wearing giant novelty sunglasses. ]

Goooood evening, my fellow Americans! Before we get too into the touchy-feely family-friendly parts of this holiday season, I have an announcement to make! The Frisky Nickel is (almost) open for business right here in our very own beautiful, muggy Heropa. But what is that, you ask? Well, that’s a darn good question! On top of obviously being a testament to the American spirit of unfettered, devil-may-care, perhaps even reckless entrepreneurship, it’s also a barcade. That’s half-bar, half-arcade, for those of you who aren’t naturally gifted at the whole smashing words together thing. It's okay, it's an art, I know.

Kids, young adults, and those of you without fake IDs: you’re allowed in the non-glug-glug-glug side of the establishment ‘til ten PM. After that things might get a little weird and I’m gonna have to kick you out. No hard feelings, I connect deeply with the emotionally immature, but that’s just the way the cookie crumbles. I’m not saying I’d consider letting you in with a fake mustache, but I might.

A-ny-who, I might need a couple hands around here, if anyone’s interested in gainful employment. Good at mixing drinks? Got fun ideas for what to do with sacks and sacks of quarters? Have some kind of mysterious other skill you think I should give you money for? Talk to me. I’ll put my job interviewin’ hat on for ya and everything. I don’t actually have a job interviewin’ hat, but I can make out out of balloons if the situation requires it. Just one of my many talents.

Anyway! Stop on by this Friday for the official grand opening! I’ll be handing out free tokens like candy, and handing out deep-fried Skittles, which are actual candy. Kind of.

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Aug. 27th, 2016 11:11 pm
foreshadower: Tony Harris. (A lot more interesting)
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[ As always, with Shade, it's Video.

And as always, he looks pretentious as hell, but this time, it's worse.
] Good evening, imports!

[ Says Shade, dressed in a dark smoking jacket, complete with a pipe, although his tophat and shades are still on. In the background, one can see a roaring fire -- in North Carolina no less -- and in the foreground, a small shadow gremlin stumbles around, bringing a both a glass of hazy green liquid (absinthe) and a paper, which Shade takes. ]

I'm the Shade, for those of you whom I haven't met, and I'm quite the fan of the written word.

Most of the time. [ He holds up the paper, labeled with a bold TMI -- the headline an image -- with a headline underneath: TMI EXCLUSIVE: REGGIE MANTLE CONFESSES - SEE WEBSITE FOR DETAILS ]

I thought I'd give this a go, as the reading seemed to hint that it would include too much information, but this may very well be... too much.

[ He cleared his throat, before he started. ]

Import Harleen Quinzel may not be a human import at all! The import was last seen turning into a -- my word, really? -- Harley Davidson motorcycle, and speeding down Formation Boulevard in Nonah this past Saturday. Some followers of imports pointed out that she may be a... Transformer -- [ He sounded bewildered: ] What is a... ah! -- an alien that is known to tranform from a robot into a vehicle.

[ A pause. ] Fascinating!

And the next one says... Saitama, the import known for packing quite the punch... [ He paused, eyes peering over his sunglasses while he read. His face becoming more and more horrified by the moment. ] ...is now starring in a...n.... X-rated video called "Three Fist Man"? [ Muttered under his breath: ] By erebus -- I don't think that's appropriate for the Sundays...

[ Gross. Maybe he should move on. But only after he reaches out to take a sip of his drink. ]

Ah! My friend Dorian! Apparently you've been rather naughty. [ He grinned. ] Caught in the sheets with Power Girl! My! And with an illegitimate child? Kara Danvers? [ A hand to his chest. ] Toby must be devastated, really. It appears that TMI reporters were able to locate an illicit exchange between the two, but there was no footage, but... the similarities between Ms. Danvers and Power Girl are rather striking, aren't they? [ A wave of his hand. ] Or is it coincidence? Who truly knows?

Ah! It appears that an import is to blame for the FBI's incompetence as well? Apparently a one Erik Lensherr was to blame for the FBI's entire database, which found itself wiped. Apparently the man is a living...magnet? Can that affect compuiters? Regardless, the FBI chose not to comment, and instead dismissed the intrepid TMI reporter as insane. Of course tthat's incorrect.

And lastly -- [ He's on the third page -- ] Import Frederick Chilton was found in the arms of his patient! How scandouls. James Patrick Marsh, hotel owner, was found with the Doctor on a sensuos lunch date, where the two were found laughing over... strawberries and créme. [ A thoughtful noise. ] How very romantic -- and clichéd. [ Another sip. ]

Isn't it fascinating, what things we've all been up to so far?

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Aug. 9th, 2016 07:57 pm
guywithaplan: (so uh)
[personal profile] guywithaplan
[ Many may remember the cherub face of the man in the purple suit from the previous month's swear-in. He's looking more thoughtful, not grim, but if there's a smile there it's being held back like a punch line. ]

So, ah--

[ He's got a pair of swimming goggles resting in his curly (and notably dry) hair like a headband. A whistle hangs around his neck and over his partially bare chest -- he's also in a tank top bearing the familiar logo of a familiar water park, as well as the word "LIFEGUARD" emblazoned across the front. ]

--Asking questions is important. Even when you're an army guy with a clipboard just trying to shuffle out the latest ImPorts as quickly as possible.

[ He stops like he's flubbed a line, a little smile cracks through then. When he redirects, he gesticulates a lot with his hands. ]

So -- say you're interviewing somebody for a position here. [ He smartly holds up the shirt a little so the logo is more visible. ] What's probably the first question you should ask 'em before their first day on the job?

[ "First day on the job," you might be thinking? Come on, he's been here at least a month; you mean he hasn't reported in, in all that time, until NOW?

He allows for a requisite amount of dead air, eyes glancing to the side as he leans his ear close, like he's listening for an answer. No? Ah, well. ]


Say it with me, kids: "Can you swim?"


(OOC: Important note -- one of the Joker's powers is the ability to manipulate paint, which includes the ability to make his face look normal and unscarred [see the link in the early part of the post], as evidenced in earlier threads. This is how he'll normally appear unless it's otherwise noted in threads!)
performance: (A monument to my father’s repression.)
[personal profile] performance
[When the video to this particular post turns on, viewers can get a look at one Jaime Reyes and one Dick Grayson. Neither of them look as though they’re particularly devastated - no proud teenaged boy wants to address the crowd as a whole with red eyes - but both are notably somber.

Jaime’s the first to speak, posture held unusually still, though at the edge of the screen, it’s easy to see him fidgeting, picking at the skin at the side of his nails, an absent, insistent movement.]


Hey. Um, we’re here to talk about some port-outs today. If you’ve been here for as long as us - [he glances over at Dick, then back at the camera] - then you’re bound to get to know a few people who get ported out. And these days, it seems like people who’ve been here for a year, maybe two, are starting to get ported out. Maybe we don’t announce every single one of them, but we sure notice them. Over the past couple of months, Tadashi and Hiro got ported out, though Cass covered that one already, and so did Ellie, Minato, Shinji, Akihiko, Traci... I used to think that the longer you stayed here, the more likely it was that you’d stick around, but it looks like a lot of people who’ve been here for a while are gone now. The trends are -- well, that’s another topic. We’re here to say that that’s not all of ‘em, though.

[Dick’s posture is unusually perfect; his hands, folded in his lap, are completely still. He’s composed - too much so, for anyone who’s used to his constant movement.]

Wally went home the other day, too. Just a little over two years here. [He looks as if there’s something more he wants to say about it, but that’s all he manages, for the moment.] I don’t know about you guys, but for me? The worst part about this place is losing people. Knowing we might not see them again, and if we do, they might not remember.

But… even if they don’t, even if you both forget, it’s still important that it happened, right?
[He splays his hands a bit, still folded.] If it hurts that they’re gone, it’s only because what you had together was worth missing.

[It is a rare day that Dick Grayson is more comfortable with naked emotion than Jaime Reyes, but it seems that today’s one of those days. Jaime gives Dick a little smile, though it’s strained around the edges.]

Anyway. What we’re really getting at here, is remembering these people. Not, these people specifically, but the people who used to be here. Or people you used to have at home; we’re not exactly picky. If you got any stories you’d like other people to remember, in case you’re the one who leaves next, we’d like to hear ‘em. [He should probably say something about how important these people are, but -- no, he seems to decide against it. He clears his throat a little.] Thanks for listening.
lightinside: ([30])
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[It was only on her second day here that Laurel decided to address the network at large, figuring it was the best way to gain some vital insight. She had read the file that was given to her upon her arrival several times, taking a special interest in the abilities that had been supposedly given to her. Not only did Laurel have extra powers but she also had her weapons and vigilante outfit (neither of which she had put to use yet)

When the video feed comes on, Laurel flashes a smile before getting to her point. She's friendly, but on her guard at the same time.]


Hi. I just have a few questions.

[She was used to speaking in public, given her career path. But there was something different about this, reaching out to virtual strangers over a device.]

First question - Does Star City or Central City mean anything to anyone here?

Second question - Where is a good place for coffee? I need caffeine.

And finally - Anyone have any experience with flower arranging? I can't say that I'm an expert and they didn't teach that in law school. [A wince.] But I really don't want to get fired from my job so any tips would be great.

Thanks.
hsalf: real thawne (cisco don't tell me your name)
[personal profile] hsalf
There's been some talk, I've noticed, over the network for the past few days. Mainly about how people have changed and aren't acting as "themselves." I investigated into this and uncovered past messages I've posted onto this server, under my name, and yet not with my face.

Another version of myself, from a different timeline, and I have taken his place. He seemed to know far more than I do as well, likely due to being ahead of his timeline in comparison to my own. I've only time traveled a couple times, but he seems to be something of a veteran.

[And, what Eobard Thawne won't mention, is that this version of him was plagued with certain particularities that he doesn't have. Things he doesn't know if he quite wants.]

Timelines have been mismatched. I'm not the man from those past feeds, despite the matching of names, and I am sure I will never be him. And yet... I wonder if there are some who would prefer things the way they are now. To not "go back" to what seems to be "normal".

It may seem foolish to some of you, but I wonder what will happen to me should things be fixed. Will I vanish away, a remnant destroyed? Will I be sent back to where I belong, while my counterpart is restored? It's the kind of question that might be hard for people to ponder if they see time through a linear lens.

I think those of us who were affected by whatever caused this should take this into consideration. Do you even want to go back to who you used to be? To be changed into another version of yourself that may be completely... wrong, the way you see it? I can't say I'm fond of the idea.

[ooc: for RNT, Eobard's change is that he never came to hate the Flash. Still a sociopath, but his obsessive need for revenge never manifested.]
brushoff: (smoke break)
[personal profile] brushoff
[ So, the problem with the road not taken whatever is that it started on June 10th. Which was the date of Dorian's wedding. And it's very hard for two people who enjoy feeding off attention and being the stars of the show to be the stars of the show when half the people who RSVPed for the wedding don't show up.

Dorian and Toby both probably had hissy fits. Dorian is going to continue his hissy fit over the comms.
]

So, what is this now? Someone messed up technology of some sort? Another one of Callaghan's whatever exploded? It might be the Cain Cabal, anyone heard from them? Perhaps it's magic, Kaplan or Peter Pan might have fucked us all over again. Because it's been a few days now and I think we're all aware that something is annoyingly wrong...again.

I suppose the question now is, who on Earth do we have to hound in order to get this mess fixed, and what sort of actions do we need to take to make certain that none of you people fuck us all up again. Personally, I'm halfway close to throttling whoever did this and, when I find out their name, am dangerously close to making that threat a reality.

[ huffy bitchy whiny hissy fit!!! Life is hard for Dorian, people don't pay attention to him!!! ]
unbreaker: (082)
[personal profile] unbreaker
Alright, my birthday's in a few days! This one's a big one, too—I'm gonna be eighteen! Which means I'm either throwing a party at my place or I'm pulling out all the stops and doing something huge someplace else!

[Sounds exciting, right? But hold onto your hats, there's a catch.]

Problem is...I don't got any ideas!

[There we go, that sounds about right. Josuke, you slacker, you're supposed to plan this shit ahead of time!]

This'll be the second birthday I've celebrated here, but...a lot's different from when I first arrived.

[The faces, it's the faces that are mostly different. A lot of people that Josuke knows have come and gone, and that makes this birthday one that will be largely different from the last. Which is kind of the reason he wants it to be special in the first place, something he can do while surrounded by all the friends he's made here, the family he's got left, and maybe even some new folks, too. The other part of course having everything to do with the fact he'll finally be a legal adult and that's pretty fucking awesome! Who doesn't wanna do something exciting for that?]

So I got to thinking, maybe while I'm asking around to see if people are even gonna be free, you guys could tell me a little about what you like to do for birthdays? And let me know if you wanna come along and all, too.

More the merrier!
catchacold: :| (too cool for school)
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[Leonard Snart isn't the type to just blunder onto the network and ask confused questions, so by the time of this recording, he's already been busy getting answers.

This is further reconnaissance more than anything else. Oh, and puns. Mustn't forget those.

The camera comes on and he can be seen leaning back against a building's wall. Doesn't seem like it'd be comfortable, but he makes it work.]


So. The Cold War.

Cool.

[It's possible that there's a chill running down the spine of anyone listening, but that might just be due to how terrible the pun is. Or perhaps his voice, putting just a little bit too much emphasis on everything. Possibly also because of his power.]

Where I'm from, we'd already dealt with that. Interesting times though. Got very heated.

So, this is a war. Who are we rooting for? Are the commies drafting random people too?

I've been inside a Gulag once, not really looking for a repeat there.

[The recording cuts off here, but as he packs the device away, he actually walks inside the building and enters Heropa #020, to see whatever expects him there.]
beneathbluerafters: (the mystery of the upturned rock)
[personal profile] beneathbluerafters
how long have you been here? do you feel that you've changed at all, during your extended stay?

how do you handle it?


[ Klarion usually avoids text if he can help it, but this has been bugging him for a while now. Text lets him ask the question anonymously, without any vocal inflections, emotions, or facial expressions to get in the way.

... his speech patterns and painfully slow texting speed might give him away eventually, but for now, he's totally anonymous! ]
airshow: (I robbed the continental breakfast.)
[personal profile] airshow
[ tonight on the network: a reverse help wanted ad. ]

Do you have a problem that's too tricky for the cops and not quite heroic enough for heroes? Do you need a job done, but it doesn't fit in any convenient Craigslist categories? Are you looking for a dashing, stripey gentleman to swoop in and solve your problems? LOOK NO FURTHER! I'm James Jesse, and I want to put my 15-plus years of varied and exciting "employment" experience to work for YOU.

PRIOR EXPERIENCE INCLUDES BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO: security testing, creative engineering, bartending, identity concealment, un-kidnapping, puppet choreography, card counting, law enforcement, law breaking, fake mustaches, demonology, location and acquisition of fine luxury goods, special effects, stunt coordination, private investigation, and general handsomeness.

Open to short and long-term contracts. Very few questions asked! Danger fine! Anonymity guaranteed! Payment negotiable!

CALL ME!


[ you should all just be glad it's not written in comic sans. the feed switches over to video for a moment, zoomed in close, but far out enough to tell that James, not just the communicator, is upside down. god only knows why. he grins brightly. ]

Or, y'know, if you don't wanna discuss legit employment, talk to me. A guy needs to eat, but a guy also needs to not die of boredom, and I like it when the two go hand-in-hand, but they don't have to.

So, whaddya say? I'm a reformed costumed criminal, ask me anything!
hsalf: (blah blah speedforce)
[personal profile] hsalf
[When the video starts, the man in front of the camera very much looks like Harrison Wells. A man who recorded a few days earlier. However anyone who checks the username will see a clearly different name. He isn't looking at the camera when it begins recording, instead looking to the side for a moment. Once he focuses onto the camera he'll have a glass of what looks to be scotch.]

Okay. So this is going to be...odd. Odd even for what is commonplace here. I'd like you keep an open mind, if you decide to watch and respond.

My name...is Eobard Thawne. And I've been here before. For several months actually. However, during that time, I addressed myself under a different name: Harrison Wells. I was a professor at Heropa University in Kinematics. I knew a number of you. Not all, not possible given the situation, but a number.

[He takes a small, but slow, sip of his drink. It's hard to tell if he savors it or not from his expression.]

The reason I hid my identity was for personal security. You see, I happen to be a time traveler. And being a time traveler means blending into society and keeping myself hidden, out of fear of altering time. Even in this dimension, I felt the need to hide so I could keep myself secure for when I made my return home.

So now I come forward, in my return here, because there is no going back for me. ...I'm dead, and it's the type of dead I will not soon revive from. It's quite permanent. And while I could go on, using this name, the man whose identity I claimed is here now. Smart man - not as smart as I am, but smart - and I would hate for him to be so troubled. Plus it would just be...confusing.

[He takes a moment to chuckle to himself, taking another sip of the drink before setting it down. Calm and without any erratic stumbles in his words. Not at all like the man people may have saw a few days ago introducing himself.]

I apologize if you're hearing this and have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. I felt this was the best place to make things straight. If you feel betrayed by this, then feel betrayed. I make no apologies, I only bring clarity.
jade_knight: (AS: Stare Straight Ahead)
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[The video feed crackles for a minute before it comes to life on a blonde-haired, green-eyed man. He seems calm, composed, sure of himself. Sure, he's a new face and the surroundings are obviously new, but if he's thrown by any of it, he's not showing it on his face.]

Hello. I'm Alan Scott. [He pauses, realizing that the name may not really mean something to the people here. Back home, he's well known - a public figure both as Alan Scott and Green Lantern, though very few people know that the two are one. He hopes to keep that situation the same here.] There's been plenty of these introductions over the past few hours, I know. Just in case, though, if Jay Garrick or Kendra Munoz-Saunders or Khalid Ben-Hassin are here - hey. I am too. Reach out. If those names are familiar to anyone, I'd appreciate you reaching out to me as well. 

In the meantime, I'm in Heropa, working as a...decorative garden planner. [There's the briefest hint of a smirk to his face. All things considered, that's ironic.] That promises to be interesting. 

If anyone here can suggest a few good places to get a drink, and suggest some of the more Wonder-friendly publications and news outlets, I'd appreciate it. Best to get familiar with one's new surroundings, right? [He pauses again and looks down at something, presumably notes that he's written out.] Right. Wonders. That's my world's term for what you call superheroes here. [It was the first clue that this world was very, very clearly different from his own. The other was this whole Cold War thing with the Russians. Back home, they dealt with aliens and alien gods. This seemed...retro, in comparison. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, though.]

So, right. Okay. That's it for now then. Thank you. And hey, if anyone needs a particularly lush, well-decorated garden, well...you know where to find me.

[For now, anyway. He hoped, eventually, to bring his media company to life here, if such a thing were possible.]

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May. 7th, 2016 07:28 pm
trigeminalheadache: (210-009)
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[ The video feed focuses in on an auburn haired woman, perched primly on the edge of her seat, clearly unable to relax. She reaches out to stop the video without speaking, hesitates, and withdraws with a sigh. ]

I'm certain I'm not the first to raise this complaint, or even the tenth, or the hundredth. And I know I'm not going to be the last. But -- [ There's a quirk of her lips, a dip of her head, as if to say I'm still going to say it. ] It's incredibly disturbing to wake up in a different world and find you've been given a tattoo. [ Of course, it's probably not any better than what had just happened to her, too. Kidnapped to a different world. But with shackles instead of a tattoo. ] Like a bad movie about an even worse road trip, except these aren't your friends and you aren't going back to your normal life in two hours.

[ That piece said, there's a ease in her shoulders. A little relaxation. Just a little. ]

Aside from college towns, I've never really lived anywhere but Central City. So, I'm all ears. Tell me about Heropa.
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[personal profile] hisheartsdesire
[ID: Tobias Matthews. It's his default, and he's never really thought to change it or go anonymous before.

There's panting, like he's out of breath. Letting out a groan of pain, he continues in a Northern English accent.
]

Ugh, I need. Help. Don't know why, but. There's this—AUGH—pain, I don't understand it. Never felt anything like it before... [His next groan is more like a shout, followed by a loud thud on the floor.

There's silence for about fifteen seconds, and then the sound of movement. It could be dragging or dusting oneself off, both or neither.
]

I... I don't know what that was all about, I'm sorry. Whatever it is, it's passed. [He sounds like he's catching his breath.

After an awkward silence,
] I really don't know what to say now, but that was sudden.

[This is where he ends it, mostly because he feels so incredibly uncertain.]

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Apr. 6th, 2016 09:29 pm
idesof: everybody knows i'm a motherfucking monster (ruining all the lives at once)
[personal profile] idesof
[This post is forward dated to tomorrow.

The video opens on a rather busy scene: a hotel desk, behind which the hotel itself is covered in various tarps, ladders, and the like. From time to time, someone passes by in this background. Worn jeans and worn shirts make it evident they're construction workers getting down to business. And once or twice there will be a man in a fine suit or a woman in a fine dress, all tailor fit and reminiscent of the 1920s. It's clearly not their first choice of uniform—the men may tug at their collars as they become more familiar with the closeness of fabric, the women may seem to have issues with their new shoes. The scene is simply a shot of this hotel entrance for a few moments before James Patrick March comes to stand in front of the desk, in his usual too fancy attire, wearing a pleasant smile. A moment of silence before he nods in the direction of the camera and ever so innocently inquires, all 20s charm and 20s drawl:
]

Well, is it on? [No voice answers him but he's gotten a yes just the same, and does his best to look directly at the camera. It's probably obvious he's not familiar with this. Like, just a bit.] Greetings! I can't say that I've ever participated in a televised broadcast, do forgive any mistakes I may make.

My name is James Patrick March [said with so much pride, this is a man who loves his name] and I've been among this world for just over a month now. Met a few of you so far, all very delightful. But I look forward to meeting more, and so this little announcement came about. You see, I'd been put in this town, Maurtia Falls as they call it, and been given work at a local hostel. Well! I'm quite pleased to announce under my new management, we are working to renovate, to elevate this hostel to a hotel. All has gone quite swimmingly so far, and the estimated date for the newly minted Hotel Castile to be functional is the twenty-first of this month. Now, where I come from, no one ever opens a business without celebration—it's pure bad luck! And so, I'd like to extend an open invitation for the twenty-third, the following Saturday, to every single one of you imPorts, as we are called, to join us for the evening. There will be food and drink, music, an open bar, a raffle...and if anyone enjoys the party more than they anticipated, there will be plenty of rooms to stay in until sobriety kicks in! The Hotel Castile will be proud to offer affordable rates and exemplary service to our guests in all regards.

[There's a pause, a break in the Super Happy Public Service Guy From Way Back When. He's engaging an eye battle with whoever's behind the camera. Seems he doesn't quite approve of the rest of their services, doesn't want to say the thing. The thing he eventually shakes his head and finishes with anyway, looking somewhat disgusted at this horrible offer they must include.]

...and complimentary Wi-Fi.

[The old timey dude doesn't appreciate modern reliance on the Internet, water is wet. But he gathers himself back together quickly to finish it up with a smile. One may wonder how strong his cheeks are because he comes across as the sort who is never not smiling.]

So please, do join us! The Hotel Castile is located at [address, delivered with so much joy, he is just such a happy fellow] and the evening's festivities are scheduled to begin at five. No one is ever late, however, don't be shy.

[Dude is a damn toothpaste commercial with all the smiling he's got going on right now. Like he's frozen in that form...for a few seconds before he squints again at whoever's holding the camera like, okay, he's done, right? This is finished, isn't it? Good job team, will that do, pig, or what? And that's the face the camera cuts off on—great timing, too, since the noise of a saw starting up had just taken over.]
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Sooo. Starting to wonder just what this place holds against us. Not that I'm going to dwell on that too much, I think that's already covered. That and I think the topics of what's gone weird in this place is starting to become old news by now.

[ Actually gives a small shrug. It's not that Jay doesn't care, he just knows that too much bad news will just lower the tone of...well, everything.]

Anyway. I thought I was familiar with the idea of the multiverse, that one's always going to be a favorite for the textbooks. I didn't think I'd wind up not only in a place like this, but where a lot of people know a different me. So I had to think in my down time how to try and fix that — I can't let you guys have all the fun now, can I? It doesn't feel right that I can barely put faces to names and I want to remedy that.

Barbecue. Food is the great equalizer and maybe I just want an excuse to burn some things on the grill. I will say that everyone is invited, or to bring friends, as long as it doesn't turn into one of those horror stories you hear in the news. You know, the kind where eight hundred people turn up, trash the place, then mysteriously vanish when it comes to cleaning up.

This is more to find out who wants to join in. When I have an idea on how much advance notice we'll have to give Heropa of the oncoming famine and it's duration, I can let you all know when it'll be.
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Hey! So. I'm Stephanie Brown, I'm from Gotham, New Jersey. [ Hint, hint! ]

Apparently I'm going to be a media review host! I don't really know what that means, but I'll improvise.

I'm new in town, so, any advice for a newb? Places to go, things to see, coffee shops to squat in? I wouldn't say no to any tips for media reviewing, either. I'm not sure why they thought this would be the job for me.

So, that's all! I just want to chat, really.

[ If you recognize her, or Gotham, or a combination she wants to talk to you privately please. Otherwise this is tOTALLY NOT SUSPICIOUS, NOTHING TO SEE HERE. ]

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