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[mysterioisthetruth]

Hello, imPorts. Today, I'm here to talk to you about the importance of being a hero.

It's right there, isn't it?

ImPort. Im-port-ance!

[He claps his hands together to punctuate the word and grins.]

You are important, here, to this world as one of its heroes. Like The Avengers or The Justice League, every one of you has or was given some special skills to make you unique and to make you a hero.

It doesn't matter if you don't believe it now. You will. You were brought here for a purpose and you must all act accordingly. It doesn't matter what you did in your past. What counts is the here and the now and moving forward!

Maybe you're already making great strides to help. Maybe you're new and lost. Either way, you are important and a hero and always keep that in mind. With evey action. With every interview. You are the public face of imPorts; all of you!

Be the best hero that you can be and together we can prevail. We will overcome any threat. Break through any boundary. Foil any nefarious scheme. Believe in yourself, and believe in the people around you.

We will win this fight; whatever fight comes our way. Maybe through negotiations. Maybe through physical force. No matter what your power or skillset, you can use it to your best advantage. Your best power is right up here.

[He taps the side of his head.]

Your mind. Your will. Your belief in yourself and in others.

Keep hold of that and you will succeed.

[He looks pleased, pausing a moment before adding.]

Now I am open to any questions you may have. The floor is yours.

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private. Video.

[flightforfreedom]

[ Yeah someone saw this guy’s public replies to 622’s post, and decided to go look at his network history.

Someone is very, very confused. ]

So let me get this straight. You’re definitely not a bad guy that looks like you, you’re a motivational speaker of some kind, and you ask people looking for help over to your apartment.

Who are you?




Not your name, I know your name, I’m just trying to get a grip on what you’re doing.

private. Video.

[mysterioisthetruth]

Motivational speaking is the occupation I've been given here. That is why I am doing this today.

As for helping people, I have created technology for that and my apartment is the most controlled and private space for its use.

private, video, forever.

[flightforfreedom]

Okay, that makes this post make more sense, then. Force knows the jobs they give us can be absolutely ridiculous. So how much of what you just posted do you actually believe?

Technology to help people that call themselves broken, huh.

What does it actually do?

[mysterioisthetruth]

There's some hype involved. Some showmanship to give the crowd an emotional boost.

My tech is too complicated with far too many applications to easily explain. Suffice to say, it can give troubled people therapy, helping them sort out their memories and their emotions,

[flightforfreedom]

Uh huh.

[ He frowns a bit. ]

Okay, let's be more specific, then. I'm not talking about a vague 'troubled' state. What about PTSD, specifically.

From what I've been able to gather, that's a little more in depth than just sorting some stuff out.

[mysterioisthetruth]

I'm not saying it's a guarantee to be healed. But it might ease the mind.

[flightforfreedom]

[ There's a couple of seconds of deliberation. This is vague as hell, but he is grasping at literally any straw that might help 622, so... ]

And if I want to see how this tech actually works, first?

[mysterioisthetruth]

You're free to come visit me in De Chima and I can give you a demonstration.

[flightforfreedom]

Give me a time and an address and I'll be there.

[mysterioisthetruth]

Tomorrow would be fine and I'm in De Chima's official imPort apartment housing.

[He'll give the number.]

you want to play this out as action in here or a log?

[flightforfreedom]

Got it.

Alright. I'll be there.

Action will be fine!

[mysterioisthetruth]

[Beck's in his apartment, preparing for his tech demonstration. Despite a chorus of dissenting voices over his little speech, he has been pleased that a few were interested in his tech - which to him was far more important than the silly Motivational Speaker job he'd been assigned. His real work. His life's work was his technology and the development of such. And so he was waiting, even a little eagerly, for Poe to show up.]

[flightforfreedom]

[ It’d been a while, since he’d come to the De Chima housing. He’d used to come here nearly every day, when so many of his friends lived here. Cassian, Kaytoo, June, Bodhi... but now all but one of them were gone and did not seem to be coming back. It made him feel a little like he was walking through a graveyard.

Well, flying a carpet through a graveyard. Same difference.

The carpet came to a hovering stop just before the door, and Poe hopped down, catching it before it fell to the ground and rolling it up under his arm.

He took a breath. He wasn’t sure he liked this. He didn’t know what to make of Quentin - couldn’t figure out how to read him - but he was so desperate to find anything that might help 622 that he was here anyway.

That it might help him hadn’t occurred to him, yet.

He stepped up to the door and gave a swift, efficient knock. ]

[mysterioisthetruth]

[Beck answers the door promptly. He's dressed more casually, in a neat green sweater and tan trousers. Not nearly as flashy as his heroic outfit that he wore for his motivational network speech.]

Thanks for coming.

I'm afraid I didn't catch your name...

[He pauses, expectantly, but does step aside so Poe could enter the room. It's a basic imPort apartment with no particularly outstanding personal touches as yet. It looks like he's been keeping things tidy; nothing out of place.]

[flightforfreedom]

Poe Dameron.

[ There’s no point being coy about his name or giving a false one - his face is too famous here on Earth. Glancing at a tabloid would give his identity away. So there’s no point.

He’s dressed in a leather jacket, cream shirt and black skinny jeans, as one does, and he steps into the apartment and glances around with a sharp eye. ]

Quentin, right?

[mysterioisthetruth]

Quentin Beck.

[He holds out a hand to shake, if Poe will take it. Poe may notice that Beck's manner is friendlier and not so over the top, as in his speech. Just a friendly, regular guy. He'd obviously been putting on a kind of act for the network posting.]

Now, do you want me to explain more about my tech first or do you just want to jump into a demonstration?

[flightforfreedom]

[ Given the three very different posts by this guy, the fact that he’s different in person is not something that comes as a surprise. But Poe takes the offered hand easily, giving a firm but friendly shake. No posturing. It’s not what he’s here for. ]

I’d say explanation, but let’s be real, I’m more of a hands on kind of guy. I’ll pick up what it’s about faster if you show me rather than tell me.

[mysterioisthetruth]

[Which personality is the real Quentin Beck? Even he may not have an answer for that. It's subject to change with no notice at any time.]

Fine then. We'll get right to it.

[He pushes his sleeve up slightly. On his wrist is some sort of device with a touch screen and he begins quickly pressing some things on it.]

Think of a memory... A pleasant one.

[Once Poe starts doing so, suddenly around them the apartment will vanish, to be replaced by what memory Poe is thinking about. It will seem to be very real, at least visually. Only odd point out will be that Beck is still standing in front of him.]

[flightforfreedom]

[ There's only one thing that comes to mind when he's told to pull up a pleasant memory. The room disappears, replaced by the lush jungles of his home planet of Yavin. They're in a small clearing of the jungle, a little boxy-looking white building off to one side.

And just to the side of Quentin, an A-Wing with a handsome woman in a green flight suit is leaning from the ladder leading up to the cockpit, smiling past Poe.

He feels his heart lurch and he swallows, unable to quite drag his eyes away from her for a long few seconds. Finally he forces himself to focus on Beck. ]

Right. Well. This isn't creepy at all. Your tech reading my memories, somehow?

[mysterioisthetruth]

[Beck glances around, curious, but still tapping at his device and more focused on that. Interesting... He looks to Poe to reply.]

Yes. It taps directly into your brain through certain frequencies. You can already see the many ways this can be used, can't you?

Re-experience memories in their most vivid form. Witnesses could show rather than simply tell their stories - a much more accurate way to solve crimes. This can bring up memories that have been buried deeper in the subconscious.

And of course, it can be used as a therapeutic tool to safely explore and even manipulate the memory. It can be changed to make it a better one or people can directly deal with their trauma though this, facing fears or past mistakes.

[flightforfreedom]

[ Poe had some very bad experiences, with people who could read his mind. Torturous experiences. So to say that he was quickly getting unnerved was putting it mildly. He grit his teeth, his spine straightening, but otherwise his expression didn't change. ]

Yeah. I can see a lot of ways this could be used.

How much can you actually see? Just what I'm thinking about?

[mysterioisthetruth]

What you see here.

[He waves at their surroundings. He can't actually read minds, as such. The tech interprets the memories as data, then processes them outward.]

Anyone within range can see it. It projects your memories out, at least visually and audibly. I'm still working on the other senses.

[He makes some adjustments and Poe's memory around them begins vanishing in a electrical-looking blue kind of static, fading away until the apartment is there once more.]

[flightforfreedom]

[ He relaxed a fraction as the scene faded away. ]

And you can't force someone to look at a particular memory? Or trick them into it?

[mysterioisthetruth]

Honestly? It's possible, but it's not my intention here.

[flightforfreedom]

[ Poe gave him a hard look, at that, and let out a breath.

Great. Not really what he wanted to hear, but at least the man admitted it. ]

So. Hypothetically. Guy tells you he wants you to help him overcome his PTSD, using your tech. What's that look like?