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Apr. 11th, 2017 02:31 pm
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Hey so.

[ Crowley's face appears on camera for a moment before she turns it around, displaying the inside of a bar that seems to be in the middle of an epic fight. ]

I left a bottle of vodka in there? And like, half the jocks are kind of looking for me inside so I can't very well sneak back in and grab it, can I? I swear to god, it's like everyone's on a hair trigger around these parts.

[ The camera goes back to Crowley and now people might notice she has a small cut on her left cheek, as well as some glass on her hair. Wait, was that a broken window facing outside the bar? ]

Tell you what, first person that nabs it gets to drink half and I'll buy another one, because I know how to say thanks. Hmm? Any takers?

Also anybody knows any good bars? Asking for a friend.
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Hey, everybody. Check it out!

[Open on a slightly run-down inn not quite IN the forest but near enough to it, and with a little of what looks to be a small town in the near distance. The shot pans back and forth over the old wood building a couple of times while birds chirp somewhere just offscreen.]

I know, I know! There are a couple of you I promised I'd talk to before I made a final decision, but you guys. The window was about to close and the deal I got on this place?? It was too good to pass up. So say hello to the future site of Granny's Bed&Breakfast, Nonah branch.

[Finally, the camera shifts and Ruby's face pops on screen.] Also Granny's Diner, if you're just looking for a bite and not a place to stay for the night.

Obviously, there's still quite a bit of work to do before it's ready, but I think it's going to be really nice once it's all done. We are very conveniently located far enough from the city for nice views and a little privacy, but not so far that it's a hassle driving out here for lunch sometimes. Or every day, you know, whatever. So keep an eye on this space for another announcement from me, hopefully soon-ish? Also, if anybody's looking for work or just wants to be a really awesome friend and volunteer a little time and energy to the renovating effort, let me know!

Now... congratulate me.
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[ as the video feed starts, something seems a bit... off about jessica jones, to anyone familiar with her typical demeanor. namely, she looks more relaxed and rested, and of most significance, she wears a warm smile. guess who's been infected with compulsive affection? #yikes ]

Hey, everyone. It's Jess. I've been thinking, and look... I know I haven't left the best impression here. [ a sigh, as her grin falls a bit. she sounds regretful, though sincere. ] But I wanna start over. About time I said sorry. You've been great, and I'm lucky to know all of you.

Hope you guys have a good Valentine's. You deserve it.

[ somebody save her. ]
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( HI guys. This is Sarissa. Last time she was on the network she was wearing a ridiculous shirt and was even more ridiculously drunk, a shenanigan that involved yelling at people about art and being excessively poetic. It was a mess.

Now here is Sarissa, looking a lot more serious. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, is wearing a dark charcoal button down, and is entirely sober. )


Uh— hi. I’m Sarissa Theron. A few of you have already had the misfortune of speaking to me, in person or on here. Usually I’m pretty obnoxious, so—

( She frowns, and pauses. No, deflecting won’t work for this, and she rolls her shoulders to get herself to focus. )

Some of you might have heard by now that I was murdered. Twice, actually. The first time was just after Thanksgiving and the second time was at the tail end of that blackout we was all in a fluster about. I lied the first time around and said I didn’t know who killed me, because…

( Her gaze drops, for a moment. ) I was scared, mostly. Thought I was protecting the people I cared about, and I thought silence was the only way to do it, because the person I was protecting them from was - is - invulnerable. That kind of backfired, but. So— here I am.

His name is Sylar, but some of you might’ve met him as Gabriel Gray. He has a kind of… hunger, or an obsession, I guess, with collecting powers. That was why he killed me the first time around, so he could take a power of mine.

( She exhales, slowly, working herself up to the next bit. ) To be perfectly clear, he’s a fuckhead and he tried to hurt people I care about to make a game outta our lives. But I think— I think despite my visceral feelings about it, what’s more important than trying to take him apart is trying to get him help. Justice, obviously, he needs to take responsibility for what he did, but just— if you find him, and if you’re able to contain someone like him, don’t hurt him or... be shit, basically. Something happened, maybe, to make him how he is and vengeance and all that aren’t gonna help him get better, they’ll just give him more rage to run on. I figure enough of us around these parts are from heaps messed up worlds or have seen messed up shit to know what that’s like, in some way.

Anyway. I’m sorry I didn’t come out and say it sooner. If you have questions or that, I’ll answer them as good as I can.


( ooc: Sylar stuff is public knowledge as of the Majority report if you want your character to be a bit familiar with it. )

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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Feb. 5th, 2017 05:04 pm
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at the risk of being That Guy, i gotta ask: whats the deal with the job assignments for new imports? are they all jokes or is the universe just messing with me?

either way, im definitely in the market for something better. the government wasnt helpful enough to kidnap me with a resume or references on hand, so i guess youll just have to take my word for it, but here goes:

names Cisco Ramon, techspert extraordinaire. masters in engineering, second best coder on my earth. app writer, gear inventor, whatever you need. i can weld, i can solder, i can sew (leather, which let me tell you, is a bitch to work with). new to this earth so help a brother out and tell me where to look, or just offer me a job, thatd be great either way. shacked up in heropa but commutings easy with these porter things right?

so yeah. call me. been a while since i had to look for a new job, but im pretty sure my interview game is still on point.

LLAP. 🖖
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Hey, guys! I know some of you are still in recovery mode right now after all that craziness, so I'll try to keep this short and sweet, but I have a very serious poll for everybody who has a second.

[Ruby gives a pretty good impression of someone who's in the mood to smile brightly for the internet!]

So! If you had a few days off--from work, from hero stuff, from your criminal enterprise, whatever--and you were looking for a place outside the big city to just relax and forget it all for a bit, which Porter town would you rather do that nearest to? Like, which one has the nicest views and atmospheres and "quaint little villages" and stuff you'd love to spend a quiet weekend taking in, in its surrounding area?

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Jan. 21st, 2017 06:44 pm
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[ Tabris squints at the camera, moving it back and forth until she's sure that she can be clearly seen. Strange magic, but she's getting used to it. ]

Okay, so. This one is for all of the nonhumans of us out there. Sorry, shems.

[ She's not sorry. ]

Alright, so, I don't know about you guys, but having a couple hundred prisoners who don't like imPorts made it profoundly clear that I have a big glowy sign over my head that says 'imPort'. Or, I guess the sign is on the side of my head, because. Pointy ears.

From what I can tell, this world only cranks out humans. Which--Andraste's flaming ass, it's weird. Why do they only have humans running around? Do you think they went and, like. Killed off everyone else? I wouldn't put it past them.

[ She pauses for a moment. ]

If I'm actually full of shit and there are some organically grown all natural nonhumans from this world, please direct me to them and I'll send them a gift basket in apology.

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Jan. 3rd, 2017 01:24 am
wordaday: (r165: Fffuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-)
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This is the worst thing I've ever seen. It's uglier than sin.

[There's no Sookie on camera, only a brightly colored tshirt with some godawful chevron details. It's got a stylized picture of Sookie's face, next to the words "Oh bless your heart!"

She didn't even buy the damn thing. She'd been so mad she stomped out of the store with it.]


I found this shopping at the Y'all-Mart. Is this legal? This can't be legal. Who do I yell at for this?

[Baby's first unlicensed merchandise. How sweet.]

002 {text}

Nov. 22nd, 2016 11:15 pm
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[Try as she might, Sookie can't figure out how to do this anonymously, so at the very least she won't show her face. It's too damn embarrassing.]

does anyone have good tips on faking powers? i need to know in the next few days.

thanks!
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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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Nov. 19th, 2016 02:26 pm
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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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( guess who's back, back again? here she is, the grumpy savior, and... unbelievably, she's doing kind of okay. not, you know, great... but kind of okay.

she comes as a woman on a mission, though... however embarrassing it is.
)

easy to pick up hobbies that you do with your hands, and go

sidebar: does anyone want a dreamcatcher? because I've got a lot of dreamcatchers.


( no seriously. a lot of dreamcatchers. she can get about an hour of sleep a night on a good night, so far, and the rest of her nights are spent failing at crafting and making dreamcatchers. )
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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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Nov. 3rd, 2016 01:56 am
wordaday: (r124: so sick of this shit)
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[The first few second of video is an awkwardly angled shot of a very tired, very pretty blonde woman, clearly trying to work through how to use her damn phone. She looks like she's recently been through the wringer, face a mess of healing scrapes and a few shadowy bruises. So, she's just not here for any kinda crap today, phone. Behave.]

Oh lord, I’ve never been good at this computer stuff. What is- oh, eeugh.

[Sookie finally gets a good look at herself in the camera, and that angle is doing nothing for her, yikes. She takes a moment to adjust the angle, until she’s satisfied that she looks actually presentable to strangers and not a damn mess like she’s been for the past week.]

I’m Sookie, ah, Sookie Stackhouse. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be so scattered, I’m just a little overwhelmed right now, if you can understand. [She frowns, a little embarrassed at herself. Get a grip, Sook, it’s just a camera.] Ah, so, I’d really really like to know about churches around anywhere? I’m Methodist, but I’m no stranger to a Baptist service, or any of those big nondenominational-

[And then for just a moment, the Fellowship of the Sun flashes across her mind’s eye, and her stomach lurches. No. No megachurches.]

Actually, no, just small congregations are fine for me.

Also, they're telling me that I've got to be on some TV show called, ah.....[She takes a moment to look at something scribbled onto her palm.] Virginia Lakeshore? Anyone know anything about that? How would I wiggle my way out of that, exactly?
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[Sensational but so far unverified rumors have been circulating since dawn about the body of an imPort being found in Heropa early this morning, but it's from somewhere much further north that this particular transmission arrives. A transmission that remains mostly silent for several seconds after the audio kicks in, with only the sound of Maurtia Falls' afternoon traffic and the low murmur of distant conversation to be heard, in addition to a brief burst from a nearby police siren at one point.

Then a drained-sounding, slightly shaky voice finally speaks up and, gee... she almost sounds like she's seen a ghost or something.]


...Sarah, Cosima, it's Ruby. If you or any of your sisters hear this, can you please answer me as soon as possible? Something happened and I... I didn't know how else to reach you all. I don't even have all your numbers but I need to talk to you. Or. At least hear you check in, say hi, whatever.

[She takes a long, shuddering breath.]

I found-- Oh, God... Please just respond quickly. It's important.

001 | voice

Oct. 3rd, 2016 08:35 pm
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[ the network post begins with a disgruntled exhale. great way to start, jones. nice first impression. clearly, this mysterious new arrival is glad to be here. ]

I'll make this quick and painless. The name's Jessica Jones, and I'm looking for answers.

They brand us like cattle. Expect us to play house. Assign crapass jobs.

And of all the places to wage the Cold War 2.0, they pick fucking Florida. [ she scoffs, as if that's somehow the worst offense of all. ] How do we leave this shithole?

[ there's a pointed beat of silence, as she presses her lips together in contemplation. almost as an afterthought, she adds: ]

And where can I get a drink around here? The cheaper, the better.
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[ The feed opens on a video that looks like it was recorded by something much higher quality than the standard imPort communicator, as a dark-haired woman walks down a runway in a very colorful drape dress. The colors blaze across the fabric in a way that seems both orderly and wild, passing from the hottest pinks and yellows at the shoulders to a blues and purples at the hems, mixing and mingling in the middle like the angriest possible pastels. A few of the colors even hit hues that don't look like they're naturally occurring, at least not on this planet.

It's the centerpiece of the Maryam Spring Collection, being showcased tonight in New York.

But, as the model nears the end of the runway, she looks disconcerted for a moment, as if suddenly struck by indigestion. She does her best to keep going and playing it off, but eventually she has to stop and turn her head toward the ceiling...as she burps out a large puff of flame. There are sounds of awe and shock from the audience as everyone's phones start flashing and snapping away, and the model turns back to walk as briskly as she can back behind the curtain.

The clip ends, and the video cuts to a frazzled Kanaya, broadcasting from her communicator backstage. She's wearing the biggest, fakest smile her fangs will allow, eyes wide and distressed. Behind her, the same model can be seen in the changing room, still wearing the dress, guzzling bottled water while steam pours out of her mouth. Kanaya glances back at her, smile unwavering, and the woman is clearly very upset that she can apparently breathe fire now.

Satisfied that the extent of the situation has been conveyed, Kanaya turns back to the camera, letting only one word escape her grit teeth.
]

Help.

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Sep. 8th, 2016 01:22 am
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[ The feed starts with a very prim and proper looking person, hair neatly arranged into a perfect bob cut and very well-dressed. Whoever this was, she probably practiced this several times before actually sending the video. It had to be calculated, every word, every movement, had a specific reason. Mostly distant, but approachable enough to gain people's trust. ]

Hello, my name is Rachel Duncan. it's good to make your acquaintan-[ So far her speech was steady, rehearsed, but there was a stutter she couldn't control. She cleared her throat, trying to sell it as anything but a stutter. ] fellow ImPorts. [ Have a very dry smile, it was polite, but had no feeling behind it. Otherwise, she kept herself very still, hand folded neatly on her lap, having strategically placed her other hand against something to steady the recording. Wouldn't want her tremor to show in front of these complete strangers. It was a sign of weakness, not exactly the image she wanted for herself here. who knows who's out there, or if any of this wasn't just some elaborate test. Either way, she wouldn't let herself falter. ] I hope we can continue to work together.

I'd like to get know you, to further our connections. So, what are some good spots here? [ Maybe a club tied to Neolution will show up? She can hope. ] Have you gotten accustomed to your new found superpowers?

[ Forced friendliness is kind of cringe worthy, but she's such a good actress you would have to be very good at reading people to pick it up. ]

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