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[fridgeflower]

I decided at New Year's that I'm going to make this a good year. I have a lot of stuff that I need to do and deal with, and a lot of stuff that I just WANT to do, aside from that. So! First thing's first:

Does anybody have really awesome healing powers? Or do you know anybody with really awesome healing powers?

I don't know if I can actually fix what I'd like fixed. I mean, I knew a great healer, but he couldn't do anything. It might be a lost cause, but I'll try again.

(I have a dead hand, by the way. That's what it is.)

Also, since there's been another wave: Hello, new people! My name's Laurie. I hope you're having an okay time.

001; video

[bassriff]

[Another new wave, another bunch of new faces on the network! Have another one for the pile, Heroes. And she's...grey. She frowns once at the communicator, before her face splits into a razor-sharp Cheshire cat grin for just a second. Looks like she's satisfied it's going. The girl appears to glide away from where she's propped up her comm, settling lazily onto the nearby couch.]

What's up, you guys? Glad to finally get this thing working. Not too different from my phone back home, but y'know, you always gotta play with a new toy to try everything out. Anyway. [She sounds about as adolescent as she looks, at least. She reaches over beside her, picking up a bass that looks...distinctly like a double-axe. Huh. She starts tuning it, looking back to the camera.]

I'm Marceline - the Vampire Queen, but I got a feeling that second part won't matter here. Eh. [A shrug. And sure enough, the tag on the ID backs up that title claim.]

Whatevs. Point is, what's some good music around here? Scene in this place is pretty different from Ooo's, but I recognize a lot of the sound at least. I've looked around the internet a little, but some recs'd be cool. [She grins, moving some stray locks of hair back into place. Well, more or less - her hair's way out of control. And there's a lot of it.] Just don't give me something that blows. [Marceline makes a hrrrrming sound, rubbing at her face. Looks like there's still something else.]

Oh, yeah - is there a point to the whole registration thing? 'Cuz I'm not really into it.

[Hard to take being told what to do by anyone, never mind a country that's way younger than she is. A beat.]

One more thing! What the heck's a Girl Scout? Anybody know? [Yeah, she could just look it up, but she's already talking to people who've been here for a while. What she does know is that it sounds suspiciously like the government decided to put her in charge of kids...]

01: Video

[eastdetective]

 [A network, huh?  Before doing anything, Conan had spent some time observing it. He couldn't help but find anything as convenient as this suspicious.

But even with all the information he had gathered so far, he was still stuck with far more questions than answers. There was no help for it. He was still suspicious, but using the network would be faster than tracking people down individually. And could possibly have the very useful side effect of establishing his reputation here as nothing more than a curious kid.

He opens up the communicator and deliberately fumbles around with it for a bit, before opening the connection and scowling childishly at the camera.]

The people who brought us here are really mean, aren't they? I didn't ask to go on vacation at all!

[Conan smiles, and proceeds to dig for information.]

Ne! So can anyone tell me more about this place! It looks a little like America, right? But it doesn't look familiar at all. And it seems like there are some strange things going on here. Are there really superheroes? But those are just in stories, right? Is it just people in costumes playing tricks?

[Sometimes Conan still couldn't believe that people bought this kind of act.]

✪ 002: TEXT // FREEDOM ON THE BACK OF A BIKE

[raincheck]

[ steve's first — and so far only — open post had been political in nature, he'd worn the uniform and introduced himself as captain america.

this time around, he's not using the video function, and the comm id reads steve rogers / captain america since either identity is hardly a secret. this time around, he isn't pursuing a lofty ideological goal or seeking information, exactly.

well, no, he is, but the mission is somewhat more selfish: ]

Does anyone have a recommendation on where to get a bike without endorsing the company behind it? Or having to pose on the hood of a car? It doesn't have to hover.

And a mechanic?

[ he could just look around himself, but what's the network for if pooling resources and information?

besides, asking offers him an excuse to add, ] If you're new here, welcome. There's a helpful information post written up by Kate Bishop.

And if the name Captain America means something to you, let me know. [ he's not sure whether he should hope that someone he knows has recently arrived and he just doesn't know it yet, or if he should hope for the exact opposite — that they're still in their own world where they belong — but either way, if someone he knows (or who knows him, or a version of him) is here, he wants to be aware of it. ]

[video] hero beggining

[luckynumber42]

[Have a spider-child on video! He's checking the video to see if it's working at first, so his face is huge in the video and gives him a buglike appearance, but then he backs away a little and...well, he still looks buglike, but at this distance it's more because of his costume and not his proximity to the camera. He awkwardly lifts one hand up to wave briefly at the camera. Play it cool, Miles. Cool and casual.]

Hi. Uh, I don't really know if introductions are, like, standard protocol here or something, but guess it can't hurt to make one anyway, right? So...I'm Spider-Man.

[His comm ID reads "Miles Morales", though.]

I just showed up here a few hours ago. I'm not sure if it counts when it's in a different world, but for what it's worth, this is my first time in Virginia. Or Florida--especially with all the beaches. I gotta say--it's pretty cool so far. [Y'know, as far as interdimensional kidnapping goes.

Then he falls silent and looks down a little, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.]

Also, um. Does anybody know how to...get sand out of their spandex?

[Oh yeah. Smooth as silk.]

First Flight [video]

[hot4engines]

[The young woman on the video seems very friendly- and to some, she may look a touch familiar. She smiles at the camera and gives a wave.]

Hiya, everyone. I'm Kaylee, and I just got here yesterday, and I got a question. So, I've had the powers thing explained to me and all, and I know we all come from different places. But I'm curious... I hope you don't mind me askin', but what was the year when you all were brought here? 'cause, uh, it was 2517 for me, and Earth don't even have any life on it by that point. So it's kinda weird living here.

Oh, and I been given a job as a handywoman, but my real passion is machines, engines, and ships of all sorts. Be nice to have my own shop some day, but for now, if you need your nice hoverboards or vespas repaired, I'm open to doin' work for you! Believe me, it'd make me real happy.

★ 001

[girlwithout]

[After a while of fiddling around with her phone/comm, Rikki eventually decides to bite the bullet and say hi. Voice seems like the best plan – her face isn’t exactly too pretty right now – so that’s what she sets up. It’s clear that her message is coming from a hospital room, though, with the background noise as it is. Monitoring equipment, nurses and doctors walking past her room, all that good stuff.

Her tag reads Rikki Barnes.]

Hey. I’m Rikki, I’m... new. [Geez, she’s really great at dynamic introductions, isn’t she?] I guess... I’m not really new to the hero business, though. I used to work with the Avengers. If that means anything to you. Not really new to starting over in a new reality either, I guess. Kinda new to the military greeting, though, and I’ve never been a tattoo kinda girl. Well, not tattoos that show up without my say-so. Do these things come off? At least they’re not always visible.

[ugh Rikki stop rambling, you can do better than this.] I guess I’m just fact-gathering right now, so if anyone wants to talk about their experience with this place, I’m willing to listen. Or play tick-tack-toe, I kinda don’t have much to do right now. [And doesn’t really want to feel alone right now, but she’s not going to say that part.]

Oh, right. I'm assigned to house 001 in Maurtia Falls, and I'm not gonna be able to move in for a few days. Don't take all the nice rooms before I can get there.

TEXT;

[forcowardice]

I need an expert in felines.
The one that was given to me won't stop hissing and clawing either my furniture, carpet, or alternatively me.
And my clothing.

What am I doing wrong, exactly?

First Shot | Video

[equinamity]

[Keeping a low profile is necessary in hostile territory, and though there has been no outright attack on her person being kidnapped and deposited in an unknown area certainly qualifies as being placed in hostile territory.

Watching alone, however, hasn’t done enough. It’s time for her to ask questions; calmly. While many likely panic, the woman on the video feed appears calm and collected. Though her expression is calm, she appears somewhat disheveled. Her long hair is just untidy enough to signal to those familiar to her that she's a bit out of sorts, and though her focus is clearly on the phone she's unconsciously pressing a hand to her neck.]

Seeing as I’ve just arrived, I can’t quite figure out what I’ve done to have so many people so interested in me. As soon as I walked outside, there were people interested in taking photographs and getting autographs. Frankly, I think they’ve got the wrong person.

Unless there’s something that you all know that I don’t, anyway.

[The woman looked away from the camera.]

I suppose if I’m going to ask for information, it would be wise to introduce myself. Good afternoon; my name is Riza.

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[reabled]

OK, so news is where I need to be. Hook a girl up? I'm talking less E! Online and more current events or radical disasters. Or whatever's in between.

PS my name is Felicity, nice to meet you.

[ This is the most unsettling post she's ever had to make. But if it can help weed out who she might actually be interested in and in need of contacting without wholly alerting the world to where she is just yet ... great. The rug's been pulled out from under her, and hacking into a system she's entirely unfamiliar with? Yeah, we're gonna play it safe for now. ]

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[verification]

[ The young woman slumping back into focus is in her mid-twenties with purplish dyed hair, thick black glasses, and sleeves of tattoos wreathing her arms in roses. Average, really, in basically every way, except for the quickness of her brown eyes when they fix on you like she isn't just listening, she's hearing something on another level. The caller id reads Verity Willis, nothing else, and on her lap is a recently purchased book on biology. ]

My name's Verity. I'm not going to make this long, so bear with me.

[ Running black nails through her hair, she sips from a huge glass of wine before continuing. ]

I'm new and my file mentioned I have telepathic abilities, but mostly it's like white noise in the back of my head. This isn't an emergency of possibly mentally Hulking Out proportions, I'd just really appreciate some advice on quietening it down for the time being.

[ She takes off her glasses and rubs the bridge of her nose. ]

Does Shushenheim deliver? I'm starved. [ After a moment, the in-joke is dismissed by a smile that briefly splits the deadpan. See, Loki? She'll talk to you now. Come hang. ] Never mind.

I guess that's it, thanks.



( ooc: verity is a lie detector, please check out her permissions! )

( 001 ☁ video )

[flightsuit]

[It starts off as an audio to start with a few mumbling noises of "How do I even get this to — oh, maybe this button? Oh, gods, that's not right" until finally the view of a young man appears, with a mess of auburn hair and face plastered with freckles appears on the screen, a smile popping up as soon as he sees the visual seems to be working.]

Ah, see, there you go! Not so hard once you get it going. [Sure, the technology was immensely different from what he's used to, but he could handle it.] Okay, well, ah, they said you could talk to this thing? Right, well.

[He opens his mouth to speak, but as soon as he does, you can hear quite a loud thumping nearby that snatches his attention.] Toothless! Be careful there, bud, you don't wanna — [A louder thump, probably equal to the sound of furniture tipping over. The young man winces, but ultimately just sighs.]

He's ... he's fine. It's just kind of cramped in here. Small room. Big dragon. You know how it goes. Anyway. [Even if they don't, he's smiling at the screen again even if it's a bit nervously.]

Hi, folks! Hiccup here. And that, over there, is Toothless. [The screen shift to temporarily show a giant black dragon growling at a couch for making it difficult for him to sit, before it goes back to Hiccup.] We're not really from around here — well, a lot of you aren't either, I've heard, but my home's really far away. Like, blast into the past far away. Berk, it's an isolated island of Vikings, who just happen to also be dragon riders. And speaking of, has anyone seen any dragons around? I thought I might check around to see if — h-hey, watch it!

[In a moment, Toothless snatches the communicator between his teeth, forcing viewers to stare into the mouth of a Night Fury, as pink and gross and wet as you'd expect any dragon's mouth to be. The grumbling sound of Toothless' attempt to chew on the device is amplified in its current location while the muffled sounds of a desperate Viking is heard in the background.]

Toothless! Come on, bud, this isn't something you can just eat. Give it back! You know that doesn't wash out!