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[ Someone's just given her first class of the day. The white-board behind Verity is wreathed in high-school physics ("What is a Vector? A quantity that displays both magnitude (numerical size) and direction...") used to teach the kids who are now enjoying a short break in between lessons (and yelling like freight trains outside). Setting down the video so she can wipe the previous writing off, if you know her then you might notice a little effort having been put into her appearance with an actual teacher-y skirt and heels. No joggers! She showered!! Amazing.

Tucking ruffled pink hair behind an ear, she pushes her glasses back up and flashes a smile. Little awkward, but. ]

Hi, my name's Verity Willis.

If you're a student at Xavier's School for Imports, this is a quick PSA that I'll be your new student counsellor from now on — it's been rehiring, obviously, and won't be closing, or so I've been told. Should you need to talk then come and find me, you don't need an appointment! I also teach Physics and Data Programming, so if you want an intro to either of those make sure you attend class over the next few weeks. When you can't find me in the classrooms or labs, come by the offices and one of the other teachers will give my phone a call.

[ About to sign off with a smile, she remembers to flatly add, ] Oh, and if you're going to lie about why you haven't done your homework? Don't. You'll get double just like the brave soul from the Tenth Grade yesterday.


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[ Ray looks rather comfortable, leaning about as far back as he can in a chair with his boots up on the edge of the desk in front of him. It seems as if it's possible that he might fall over at any second, but he'd like to believe he's balanced well enough that there ain't no problem in sight.

Somewhere behind him, further off, another man stands with his back turned to the camera, wearing something in a disturbingly bright shade of red, occupying himself with some form of paperwork. Ray is pretending he isn't paying even a little bit of attention to his company so he can get away with this. Because he's a pain. And because Fraser is used to him being a pain. Symbiotic relationships and whatnot. ]

So. This'd be one of those times where I just gotta get this outta the way and ask a question that's been bugging me for ohhhh, I dunno- two years now? Maybe one? Don't matter. [ he clears his throat. ] So okay two questions. Just two.

One- [ he holds up finger- ] How many of you know what curling is?

And two? [ he glances over his shoulder for a second and then clears his throat, looking a touch smarmy. ] If y'do, do you actually consider it a sport. I mean really and truly, no holds barred, the kinda sport you'd sit down and watch and--

[ Theeere we go, that question might've gotten the attention of the other man in the room, who clears his throat: ] You do realize I can hear every word you're saying. And that I consider it an affront to my national pride. And my own personal pride.

[ SIGH. Why is his friend in red such a problem, excuse Ray a moment. ] Fraser, look-

[ another interruption: ] I ask you, what kind of person isn't wholly supportive of their partner's pursuits? Is that any kind of foundation to build a relationship on?

[ There's some sudden, dramatic flailing on Ray's part, his chair slamming down onto the ground as he fully turns around, gesticulating from the get-go. ] Frase. You don't get to say things like that without people thinking the things that they think, how many times- we don't-

[ Oh, fuck it. He's turning the comm off now. He'll return after this short message from their sponsors!!! ]

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[Tired of the new people on the network yet? Too bad, there's an annoyed guy with a lot on his mind and if he doesn't get it out he might explode. Or punch out a wall. Either way talking is the better alternative.]

It's a pretty nice racket going on here, I've got to admit. Bring people in, tell them they can't be sent back, then politely ask for their cooperation in exchange for a cozy life and no effort job. Or is that last one unique in my case? It'd be surprising if it was, seems they'd want to keep everyone as happy as possible to get them to sign on as glorified weapons.

[There's a pause, though it's far from silent. The frantic clacking of a keyboard fills the space of speech for a moment before he goes on.]

How do they even decide on these things anyway? Feels like a bad joke, or an insult, maybe both. I can only write about the Illuminati sanctioned marriage of Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster so many times before it gets old.

[Maybe he should stop rambling and actually say something constructive like normal people would. This is a glorified social network for the misplaced super-powered, might as well be social. Or try to, at least.]

Right, right, Alex Mercer, stuck in De Chima, nice city, quieter than what I'm used to. Do things ever getting exciting around here?

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[The camera comes on to a nice close up of a big ol' grin. But, well, with a little jostling it's getting set down on something before there's a wshh and in a blur, there's a kid decked out in red and white standing in front of it, arms stretched out to the sides in an excited, welcoming gesture.

Sorry for the next thirty seconds of your life, imPorts.]

Hey! So I know everyone's doing the "Welcome to Heropa" stuff which is way crash totally needed so not taking away from that or uh- overdoing that but hey! [He shoves a thumb at his chest, grinning wide] Name's Impulse super fast super around and super willing to help aaaaaand...

[He drags that word out a bit to build suspense (or something like that) before, in the blink of an eye and another speedy blur, he's holding a card up in front of the camera]

Ha! Totally ready to deliver anything you need! Cards gifts big things small things if you need something sent to other Porter cities or want anything picked up from anywhere in the US just lemme know and either me or Riku will get it- oh! Riku works with me too I just don't have cards made for him yet but that's definitely gonna be changing.

[He sets down the card and picks up the comm again, holding it out in front of him at arm's length so he can move and address the camera a bit more seriously]

But with what happened with the dragon and the sickness lately I also figured I should let you guys know that if you need anything super important like supplies or medical stuff delivered somewhere just lemme know. So if there's any emergency and you need someone there as soon as you call I can be there in a Flash. [Cue: groan from every DC and affiliated party

... but, now that the important part is over, he grins again.] Soooo any new imPorts out there with speed or teleportation? [.... Bart... Bart wasn't there something else?] Or any imPorts that know business stuff? 'Cause No Time Deliveries is always looking for more people to help out!

[Since this kid is still accepting cookies as delivery payment sometimes. Even though he's been told not to.

Someone help him.]