1st Haunting | Video + Text

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[ One tap, and then another on the communicator. A couple more to assure it is on and working. After confirmation of his, a dry gulp can almost be heard, which would be weird, considering that, on the other side of the video transmission is a ghost, one whose image makes itself seen on the screen of anyone watching the submission. His pale blue skin would easily make anyone mistake him for some sort of walking corpse, and surprisingly, the answer wasn’t far from that. Tilting his head, making it clear there would be a drop of sweat trickling down his face were he able to produce any, he addresses anyone who may be watching. Behind him, to those spiritually attuned, or for those who are often in touch with the supernatural, they may spot a couple of floating, purple blobs. ]

Um, hello?

[ A third, pointless tap on the device, almost like when you're 100% sure you've saved your game but save it again for good measure. Whim had seen many folks introduce themselves over the network when he went down the existing broadcasts, some very straightforward, some a bit questionable, and some just downright frightening. None of these apply to him, in the slightest, and the way his eyes dart from left to right as he tries to put together his next sentence outright reveals that immediately. So far, this doesn't seem like the safest place to be, so in the end, as hard as it is, it may prove better to introduce himself to the locals he'll be living with rather than just sneak by and keep a low profile. ]

Uh, um. Hi. [ The thought of all the people that will be watching this broadcast hits him once more, and there's a slight pause as a result. ]

M-my name's Whim. [ An awkward pause. ] I'm... going to try and skip along what I know everyone else is asking, to not be so much of a bother, and... and...

[ God, what is he going on about? He needs to wrap this up before he goes and makes more of an idiot of himself. ]

I, um, I was wondering, since there seems to be a big variety of things in this city, if anyone could give me a helping hand in traversing it, if it's not too much of a bother?

[ He was about to mutter a "thank you" to end his broadcast, but with his fidgety hands being the way they are, he drops his communicator, which, before landing, records a rather distressed yell from him, and it hits the ground, conveniently ending the broadcast. ]

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Video

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[Sabriel's standing in front of her desk at RISE headquarters, wearing her hauberk and surcoat. Her tone is clear and confident, and she holds herself still as she speaks.]

For those of you who may be new- greetings! my name is Sabriel, and I'm a member of RISE. We're a group of imPorts sanctioned by the government to both apprehend imPorts who choose to threaten the natives of this world or their fellow imPorts, and bring them to trial, under the leadership of Major General Armstrong. Some of our other duties involve acting as security at swear-ins, and acting to protect both imPorts and natives from other threats the police can't deal with- groups like the Cain Cabal for example.

We're seeking new members- both those skilled in combat to act as field agents, and those whose skills are less martially inclined- investigators and lawyers to both gather evidence and prosecute cases- any imPorts captured by RISE will be judged by a tribunal of their fellow imPorts, although we cannot pass down any sentence harsher than what the government allows. [Frustration slips over Sabriel's face as she says this.]

Unfortunately, due to certain... restrictions imposed by our hosts, field agents must be registered, and applicants are required to pass both a physical and psychological evaluation.

Let me stress- if you want to help protect people, and you're willing to work as part of a team, RISE can provide you with the resources to do so. And even if your skills do not incline towards the physical, there's still a need for them. Bringing imPort criminals to justice takes more than just arresting them.

If you have any further questions, don't be afraid to ask. Or you can contact Major General Armstrong, if you'd prefer.

Later, on the Mirrornet

[Sabriel's no longer at RISE HQ- instead, she's sitting on a chair in her home in Nonah. She's quieter than she was in her earlier post, and her expression is thoughtful.]

I understand why people chose to protest at the ceremony- imPorts should let the government know how we feel about their policies. But I wanted to know how government officials felt, and I had hoped to gain information about what happened to former Secretary Chases, and find officials who might lend a sympathetic ear to imPorts. [Sabriel sighs.]

Instead I learned something else. I received several contradicting answers regarding Chases whereabouts- various officials claimed she was sent to Belize, to the 'Federal Correctional Institute', or possibly the Cayman Islands- that particular official also claimed that the Soviets were engaged in money laundering, or possibly unethical experimentation, in the vicinity. I'm not sure if any of the information is valid, and it's... disturbing that a government official could just vanish.

My attempts at finding sympathetic officials who could help imPorts also failed. People were angry and frightened by the Soviet invasion, and they don't want to be accused of spying. Some of them have said that they feel like they can't trust anyone. [Sabriel frowns, and drums her fingers against the chair.]

We have a problem that's messier than America destroying one city in retaliation for the invasion. This fear, this paranoia about spies and being accused of spying, people vanishing... I'm not an expert in this world's history, but it seems disturbingly similar to the situation in 1984, right before the first imPorts arrived.

I'm not sure what we should do, but I suspect it'll be more complicated than simply protesting a bombing done in our name.

video;

[helpline]

[ The Doctor looks at the camera, gives it a little wave before launching right into ] People who were at the swear-in! Watch this! It's amusing!

[ It is not amusing in the slightest and as it turns out, is just the Doctor trying to get people's attention, as the Doctor quickly takes off his sonic sunglasses and sets them in front of the camera. They're only there for a second or two but people can see that, though you can't tell it from the outside, the inside of the sonic sunglasses is more of a green tint, with various displays, graphs, and text written in multiple languages, not one of them English. The sonic sunglasses briefly whirr before the Doctor takes them away from the camera, folds them up, and puts them into the lining of his coat. ]

Right, that should do it. I sent out a pulse through the sonic sunglasses through the video feed that should cancel out any form of amnesia accidentally obtained at the swear-in. I've done something like this before, but that time involved ghosts and the Fisher King, and that time was also erasing memories, but restoring memories is easy if you know what erased them in the first place. It also involved earworms and Clara and I saving the day with bootstrap paradoxes, but that's neither here nor there. So a little bit of that, a little bit of the frequency that the Chameleonish Arch was working with, jiggery pokery, reverse the polarity of both, and presto! Instant memory renewal, transmitted through the sonic sunglasses through the visual cortex to anyone watching this post. If anyone who has amnesia hasn't seen this post, of course, then I'll find them and fix the problem myself.

[ The Doctor can't help but look a little bit too smug for his own good for a moment before oh yeah, he caused that problem, he should probably own up to it. ]

Of course, sometimes there are averse side-effects such as remembering previously suppressed memories so hopefully none of you get to relive your tragic backstory you didn't know about. Also, you might see purple. Tell me if things are suddenly purple. And... [ the Doctor can't help but pause for a moment, frowning as he turned his back to the camera. There's a pause, a small shuffling, and when he turns back to look at the camera, he's obviously reading off a set of cue cards. ] I'm sorry that my attempt at advanced technology exploded-slash-did not work-slash-teleported us halfway across the galaxy-slash-insert relevant problem here. I take responsibility for any inconvenience caused and will properly think through the consequences next time this happens.

[ Nailed it. The cue cards go back in his pocket as the Doctor gives the camera a sheepish smile. He's...not sorry about testing said amnesia causing device in a public place, he's just sorry it exploded. ]

( ooc: any characters who got amnesia at the swear-in now have their memories back! If they didn't see the post, assume the Doctor physically hunted them down/they just got their memories back naturally. Feel free to keep tagging the swear-in log until eternity though/backdate stuff if you wanna backdate it, this is just up for game timeline's sake )