(backdated to pre-Pan plot -- also threadjack Miles in the comments!)

[vorbarra]

[There is a thin, angular man with dark neat hair and intensely focused hazel eyes on the screen. He clears his throat when the vid starts; he's had to swallow down his nerves and put on his calm political mask to speak. His accent is a gravelly, guttural sort of Russian, as if Russians went into space and were fast-forwarded a thousand years. Which they did.]

Hello. My name's Greg. I'm adding to your barrage of new arrivals. It's still very surreal to be here, if for no other reason than that I'm on pre-space travel Earth.

[He does look honestly bemused by that.]

I was wondering what the regulations are for obtaining jobs around here. They've assigned me one, but I was hoping for something... low key. Normal, menial work. [A quirk of his lips.] I have experience putting in lights, if that's relevant, and as a navigator.

I was also looking for confirmation that all of the, ah, abilities listed in our files are real. I'd prefer not to test something like this to find out.

Thank you.

audio ♔ after the pan plot start

[akito]

For any displaced Heropians... People who live in Heropa...? Who don't have a place to stay while this um... thing is happening, the Xavier school's door are open!

There will be a sign-in and out procedure for security measures and organizational purposes, and everyone will be assigned their own temporary dorm. There are forty-one rooms available. Please specify if you're alone, with a partner, or a larger group and you'll be accommodated accordingly.

Any purposeful destruction of property will result in a ban from the premises.

The school is close to the city's limits, so if anyone wants to use the building as an HQ to organize themselves for a rescue mission they're more than welcome to. They just need to contact me - Akito! - or Agito first.

Also, if anyone needs someone to watch their animals while they're away we can make space for them as well.


Do we have a preliminary count of how many imPorts and natives are affected by this yet? It will be easiest to get a count on which imPorts are MIA first, so please respond here with who you know that is missing!


{ added later: a rudimentary list of imPorts he knows have gone missing }



((ooc: since all of the other school officials are MIA or otherwise occupied, Akito is temporarily in charge. Xavier's layout is here.))

Capsule 008 💊 (Video) [After Pan's post to the Network]

[rassera]

[Not long after Pan’s post to the network, the feed clicks on once more, broadcasting to anyone and everyone with a communicator who’ll listen. This time, it’s not Peter himself, but Kaneda, the same boy who had been called out on the feed only just 20 minutes or so ago. There’s something different about him--his shoulders are squared, his eyes dark, void of that usual glint they had. His lighthearted confidence has been replaced by authority, shaggy hair shaken out of his eyes as he regulates his breathing.

The whole event had made him nauseous, angry, even. But he was fighting to put that down right now. Now wasn't the time for this--He had other things to do than be sick. Eyes pierce the screen a moment, before he finally speaks up.

Peter, you wanted to play a game?

Fine.


Challenge goddamn accepted.]

-Listen-

[His voice, usually so light and full of life had been replaced with a pained, but grounded voice. It’s loud and authoritative, and right now, it’s one he wants people to HEAR.]

Anyone who saw that. Anyone who wants to kick Pan’s scrawny fucking ass. Anyone who wants to get Heropa back. Anyone who wants to be the DAMN HERO.

I’ll give you an HOUR. I don’t give a fuck why you’re fighting, but if you’re going to, grab your shit and meet me outside Heropa.

[A pause, as if thinking of anything else he wants to add.]

Pan. [Now he smiles, tilting his head to the side. It’s almost a little scary, that smile he gives. It’s slowly spread, and taking on a new form of confidence. His hands move, pulling out two distinctly decorated guns.] You’ve got a lot of guts calling me out like that, you know?

Don’t cry when I kick your ass. Babies are such a painnnn.