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[When it comes on, the video is well-framed and perfectly focused on a small, pudgy boy with neatly coiffed white hair. He takes a moment to adjust his tie, then the little American flag pin on his lapel, and then finally looks up.]

Oh, my! Did this thing start up already? Silly me. Well, this isn't anything formal, anyhow! I just thought I'd introduce my little ol' self. Hello, America! I'm Gideon Gleeful, new in town, just here to help... Where I can, you know, I just do what I can. I'd be real grateful if any of y'all could give me a few tips! It's hard to know what's what with all these darn powers and politics. Awful complicated, real nasty situation. But, oh, don't get me wrong, I'm still pleased as punch to be here! Thanks for havin' me. Truly, I mean that.

Well, I won't waste any more of your time, I know we got some busy folks out there! But do get back to me, I'd love to get to know all y'all. Bye bye now!

[And with a wink and a wave, he reaches out and ends the feed.]

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[Shatterstar has been to a lot of strange places, and seen a lot of strange things, but this device is new to him. He's been told that the similar devices back from the version of earth he's from are called "smartphones" (he assumes this is ironic, as they don't even have the barest A.I. capability), but the ones he's seen before don't have functions like this.

What ends up being broadcast is: first a recording of what seems to be several seconds of silence followed by the muffled sound of something like the snapping of fingers. Then there's a video, footage of a few seconds of what looks like a deserted alleyway. He's testing out its functions; he's not dumb enough to let himself get recorded while he does it. At least not until he knows the nature of his enemy.

Then, finally, there's text.]

This is Shatterstar. If my teammates are out there and can respond, do so. I'll find you.

To the villains behind this farce, know this. If you think you can control me, you are laughably mistaken. I have bested far more capable than you. Your "government" does not intimidate a warrior born.

[Okay, that last bit he just threw in for fun. Let them come after him. He could use a workout, if they even proved to be that skilled.]

First Officer's Log, Stardate ????.1

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[The video comes on and Jim Kirk is looking around at the screen, not focusing on the camera yet--he's examining the layout. His piercing blue eyes look even more vibrant because of the redness rimming them. He hasn't slept much the past couple of nights after getting there between stressing about what was happening right before he got pulled here and the poor sleep quality one associated with heavy drinking. Nightmares didn't help either. Kirk was not taking this well at all. His anger has faded by this point into restlessness and exhaustion and when his restlessness wasn't able to be channeled, his self-destructive habits tended to make a showing. He hasn't felt anywhere close to this in quite a while.

When he finally focuses on the screen itself and speaks, his voice is somewhat raspy, but he puts on a shadow of his usually bright smile. If you've seen him before, he definitely looks like hell.]

Hey. 'M new around here. Jim Kirk.

If anyone could point me in the direction of a library with or someone that has any texts on advanced quantum mechanics, let me know.

[It was something to do. If he could be pulled into this place, technology had to exist to get him back. He'd find it, and the first place to start was to see just how different the physics between this universe and his were.]

Also, anyone up for a spar? Or street fight, I don't care which.

[He knew he didn't want to try out his laser power, but his matter manipulation? He was interested in how he could use that in hand-to-hand. Plus he needed to blow off some steam in a way that wouldn't end in a hangover at some point. In fact, he'd welcome the physical exertion and pain. He pauses a little longer, thinking of how he wanted to phrase something, but in the end, scraps it.]

Let me know.

[He turns the feed off.]


[ooc: If anyone wants to interact with Jim his first night there at a bar drinking, check out his test drive thread here!. I will still be tagging it!]

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ACTION: Maurtia Falls
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[Later on, after settling somewhat into realizing this won't change any time soon -- that he really is stuck here, Kagerou sets about poking at his comm device. He doesn't activate the video feed -- no, he's not comfortable with that yet. He just wants to figure out what's happening here.]

[He's almost talking to himself as he speaks.]

I don't understand this...

[That's all there is for a few moments. As if he's trying to determine the right thing to say.]

Why me? I'm nothing like a... like a "Hero". I've never helped a human being. And why should I? None of you have ever done anything for me.

Why should I be a "hero"?

Why should I do anything for human beings?

Whoever decided this -- whoever brought me to this place. You shouldn't have.

[He ends the call abruptly, right there.]

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[Today on the network channel twirling some sort of cyan and magenta cloth around her hand. Her cheeks are puffed out in a thinky-thought, disgruntled expression, and while she does seem to be holding onto her comm with the other hand, she's not yet looking at the camera. She looks off to one side, then around to the next.

Then tosses the cloth into the air and puts that hand to her hip. The cloth... doesn't reappear, at all. Like it vanished into thin air. And the girl turns her attention to the comm.]

Now, this just isn't right! [she declares loudly.] Don't get me wrong -- I'm all for taking on new jobs, but you can't just take a performer away from a show she already had scheduled. Now what'm I gonna tell the boss? And the audience! I bragged about the new trick I was practicing, magicians can't be liars.

[What's a girl gonna do?? But California is so, so far away, and she doesn't have a flight back. She used up fifteen years' of advance allowance last year, so she's stuck, fast! For a second it's almost as if she's planning to end the feed there, but suddenly, like she planned this whiplash of mood, she shrugs her caped shoulders with a cheery "oh well!"]

Well, Wonder Bar will have to wait for now. I have this show to perform at instead! So this is an advertisement -- if you'd like to come see me perform, keep your schedules open for dinner at the Now You Sea It--! in Nonah. Keep your eyes out for me, Trucy. Hope you like seafood!

[And now, announcement made, she takes another look around and frowns, scrunching her face up.]

By the way, I'm looking for a Phoenix. A Phoenix Wright! He always winds up wandering around... I better go find him before my show.

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[From the background of the video, it looks like Bela is at work at the moment. She looks well for what she has been through, but she isn't exactly smiling.]

Thanks to the Russian government, I have lost out on two weeks worth of trading. I'll have to write January off completely and focus all of my energy into this month in order to break even. Being stuck in a bunker overnight at the swear in didn't help either and I had to have some recuperation time after I was rescued from being imprisoned.

[Which included lots of showering, eating, sleeping and the consumption of alcohol.]

Cheers for that by the way. I didn't get to thank anyone.

Anyway, the point of this is that I'm announcing a sale at Herodotus Antiques. Everything in store will be marked down between 20 to 50 percent of the price, and I'll even throw in an extra 10 percent off if you buy two items. The store is based in down town Maurtia Falls for those of you who have never been before.

[Bela now chooses to showcase her most charming smile. Anything to draw the customers in.]

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Do let me know.

[And click! The feed goes off.]