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[herstarlight]

Hello? [Her voice sounds thick - almost as if she has been crying. She swallows against the uncomfortable tightness in her throat and speaks louder - clearer.] I assume I have been taken into the hands of the Enemy. Know that I will not go quietly. My injuries will not hamper-

[The lie dies on her lips. Her body is not in good shape and she knows it.]

If I am not amongst Enemies, who amongst you is a Healer? [It's a long shot in the dark and she glances around warily.] My name is Tauriel. I am a Silvan Elf from -

[Nowhere now. She is an exile.]

It matters not. Are there others like myself here? [Silvan, Sindar or even Noldor would be welcome.] I wish to replace my bow and acquire proper arrows.

temporal experiment #1: video

[4thdimensional]

[It's somewhat late at night when this posting appears. An unfamiliar imPort appears, but despite the late hour he doesn't appear to be tired at all. His wild silver hair starting to stand on end. And yes, that is a shiny disco suit he's wearing.]

Our technology grows more and more compact. Amazing, isn't it---ah. I did turn this on. Good evening!

I'm Emmett Brown, pleased to meet you all, though I gather that circumstances have been especially grim lately? I'm sorry. Sometimes it seems the world's inevitably destined to go to hell.

[There's a lot he isn't saying, but everything he's read about this war is really, really weighing heavily on his mind.]

Back to business: I'm here to inquire about whether any of you would be interested in a mechanic's service? As I'm sure you can see, I work nights at the disco and while it's certainly loud work, I prefer a wrench in hand during the daytime. I can repair most basic home devices, but I specialize in automobile repair and hover conversions. I'll only charge for parts acquisition, of course---I'm not precisely cut out for combat, so it's the least assistance I can offer you.

Video

[wrightingwrongs]

H-Hello? Is this thing on!?

[When the communicator turns on, there’s a visual feed - looking straight up at the ssky. It’s hard to tell where it is, though the shot of some buildings suggest downtown Nanoh, and what should come up on the screen but-

a… bird?

A bird, poking at the screen with one of its feet - red and yellow in color, and with a wisp of small flame trailing off its head.]

Ugh… I’m no good with electronics… can… can someone help!?

[The bird is talking at the device.]

Look, I know this is a weird story, but - I’m not supposed to be a bird! I’m a human! I don’t know why I’m a bird, of all things - but I need someone to help me change back! I have no idea if I can... but…

My name is Phoenix, Phoenix Wright, if anyone could help me, could you please speak up? I’m… usually not a bird, I promise.

[If a bird could look exasperated, this one certainly does.]

What a way to make a first impression...

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[wonk]

pop out 4 a month and fucking everything goes down jfc

apparently there was a fucking kidnapping while i was gone? the russians made an AI which hacked into the porter or smth? would appreciate an upd8 on that whole biz

as 4 my fellow sburb/sgrub players: no news from home, situation p much unchanged

2 the newbies: hi yall im roxy its cool to meet u unless ur a dick

4 everyone else: im back bitches whats up

⌈ 03 ⌋ ✘ ⌊ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO ⌉

[followorders]

[The underworld of Marutia Falls isn't for the feint of heart. A lesson he knows well which is why when their less upstanding citizens move to attack him Locus is ready for them, yes, but not the sniper in the dark. He should have seen it coming when he started moving into their territory with his own bodyguards but to go this far? There was something else going on, but this wasn't the time for it.

The bullet hits his shoulder and he grunts in pain as he falls back a step or two. Seeing him at a disadvantage the local muscle move to take him out, but he wasn't the best mercenary money could buy if he couldn't handle surprises like this. He kicks his first assailant into a wall and he's out for the count. Seeing this, the rest of the group attack him all at once. He parries their blows and throws his own mindful to keep out of the sniper's shot but with one good arm they grapple at him and manage to dislodge the slotted compartment in his armor where he keeps his communicator.

The device rolls on the ground and comes to a stop five away showing Locus in full armor. A loud shot his heard in the distance but this time he's ready for it and he's out of position before it can tear through him again. Unfortunately, it hits the tail end of his gun and with his main weapon effectively out of commission, Locus instinctively grabs for the handle safely clipped to his leg holster and without preamble turns on the energy sword. For those familiar with a certain aqua soldier and his weapon of choice, the sword will look almost identical to his. Still, he doesn't stay still for long and up ahead there's a commotion from the other men before Locus moves out of the recording's focus to launch his  counterattack. Cries are heard in the distance but the recording times out seconds later before it reaches its conclusion.]

001 - Video

[helladoomed]

[The video clicks on to reveal another of the network's newest members, the blue-haired, punk rock teen that is Chloe Price. She's sitting somewhere outside, a balcony maybe, and [eople who know Sarah Manning will recognize it as the balcony outside of her apartment. She's straddling the back of a chair, arms folded across it, showing off the sleeve tattoo on her arm. There's a lit cigarette dangling from between two fingers, and it bounces as her hand moves nervously, eyes studying the screen to try and figure out if it's working. The communicator is sitting on the table in front of her, and the blue-haired teen reaches out to give it a poke.]

I guess this thing is on. Okay.

Yo.

[She gives a two-finger wave with her cigarette.]

Name's Chloe, I'm new, just got...sucked up into this weird-ass fuckin' world like the rest of you. Guess it's cool enough so far? Aside from the cold war and Russian kidnappings? Don't really get all that but whatever. Glad I missed it. Let's see, what else. I like long walks on the beach, bad movies and punk rock music.

[She smirks.]

That's what this thing is for right? 'Getting to know our fellow imports?' Man, whatever.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Okay, so, social media bullshit out of the way. [She takes a drag on her cigarette then flicks it away, reaching out to scoop up her cell-phone from home and holding it up to the camera.]

Anyone know how to get my pictures and shit off this and onto this. [She taps the phone then points at the communicator.]

I don't have a laptop or anything to do a normal file swap and I kiiiiiinda don't wanna lose my stuff when the battery on this thing craps out. Probably not gonna get a lot of chances for pictures from home, right?

Anyway, that's it. Hit me up if you want, I got allllll the time in the world.

[She reaches out to scoop up the communicator, but stops right before shutting it off.]

Oh! And if anybody needs a tattoo or a piercing, I'm your girl. Place actually gave me a kinda kick-ass job. Later.

[And...click.]

001 ★ | [audio/video]

[homerunning]

There we go!-----wait that's audio.

[Please Stand By. It takes a few seconds before Junpei can flip it to video, where a confused face of a teenager looks into the feed for a few seconds, squinting and pursing his lips accordingly.]

Dammit, I meant to do--Oh hey, I got it!

Okay? Okay. heh..'Sup Everyone.

The name's Junpei Iori, and I guessss you could say I'm 'new' here. Totally not new to the whole superhero thing. I'm what you call a pro★. It's kinda what I did back ho-



Wait.

[It's like the revelation just hit him or something.]

Why do we need jobs if we're already -working- on saving the world? Couldn't they just PAY us to be a superhero?

I'm not the only one who's thought of it, am I?

[He just wants to put 'hero' on his business card, okay.]