Video; Forward-dated to the 7th

[shifting]

Hey there.

[it's a Louisiana accent, for those in the know. A Louisiana accent attached to a wary (and worn) looking man in his late thirties, rubbing a hand against the rough stubble on his chin. He's in a black suit jacket over a simple white, striped formal shirt, a black tie. Not Sam's usual fare, not by far, but no one here is going to know that.]

...So I'm gonna warn you now that you've probably heard all I'm gonna say before. Sorry for that. I have spent a little time gettin' some lay of the land, probably not enough, but enough to get that I'm not the first to be this confused at showin' up, or the first who's come from somethin' a little hard, and who this situation ain't exactly helpful to. I get that, and I won't bother you none with it.

Now, I've figured out through the lack of True Blood on the shelves an' the fact that apparently my town doesn't even exist anymore, that there's a lot more to this than bein' a few states over. And I'm gonna try to adjust to that, same as anyone. I'll even give bein' an assistant manager at the De Chima Vineyard a good go, despite not really bein' a wine man.

But... [he sighs deeply] ...the best way I figure to do that adjustin' is by talkin' with people. I've always found that more helpful than just nosin' around on my own. I owned a bar and grill back in Bon Temps - that's that non-existent town I mentioned - and managed some rentals. People and business are what I know. They're what I'm comfortable with. So I hope you don't mind me askin' ya'll to just talk with me a bit. Maybe 'bout what it's been like for you to be here, or any tips you've got for a newcomer. Hell, at this point I'd just settle for you givin' out the name of your favorite place to drink or eat.

'Cause sometimes all we need's just not to feel alone.

[he licks his bottom lip, considers, and nods his thanks.]

So, my name's Sam Merlotte. I'll thank you in advance for hearin' me out.

[ Audio ]

[irassible]

[ Today's broadcaster: male, young-ish, and openly irritated, which may or may not be a result of a half-hour long struggle with technology and its use, just to get this far. One would assume he had been given the same instruction on how to use the communicator as ever other imPort, but one would also have to assume he'd actually been listening, instead of furiously stewing. ]

I don't want to talk to any of you.

This isn't an excuse to get social with me.

I need information and if you've got it, I'll listen. If not, piss off.

[ With that friendly, rousing introduction, he immediately continues: ]

Why is some parking paid but some isn't? How do you pay it? Why are tickets involved if they're not for travel?

Is "cola" how you poison your enemies?

What is "weefee" and what's it connecting to?

Has there always been one moon here, or did there used to be more?





[ And then, after a long, surly silence: ]

I need recommendations for markets with fresh produce. In bulk.

001 | video

[seekingsestra]

[The camera opens on a variation of a familiar face, framed by wild blond hair. It wobbles briefly as Helena's hand adjusts the angle at which it's propped, then pulls away.]

I have been away.

Months here, I think. No more snow. I hope my girls did well without me and sold many cookies.

[She pauses and breaks into a smile, small and shy at first and then widening as she can't hold back her joy.] I will be having little girls of my own soon, I hope.

Sarah, if you are still here... We have much to talk about. Please call me.

Two Griffin Feathers

[protects_the_small]

Hello again, everyone watching this.

[Kel taps a finger against the table top her comm is resting on, not quite looking into the camera.]
So for those of us who are granted magics that we didn’t have at home, there’s…not a lot of ways to figure out how to use them. I have one called ‘Commander Voice. [She clears her throat uncomfortably] I don’t know how to use it, and that might become a problem.

So.

If anyone is willing to let me test it on them, I’d be very grateful. Only volunteers, and only if you’re older than sixteen, please. I can pay you, though not very much at the moment; or in food, mayhap.
[The uncomfortable part over she looks more directly into the camera, grinning a little]
And for those of you who can or would like to learn how, I often train at a park in De Chima- [A map is attached]-in hand to hand combat, or with weapons. Should you wish to try sparring, I would love to have you
[for those wish it, log is HERE. EDIT: permissions post for her power is here ]

Thank you all for listening.

[Voice]

[dupeability]

[This post starts off with the sound of a man clearing his throat.]

Uh, hi. I'm Jamie Madrox, and this is my first time travelling to an alternate universe.

[A pause. And an awkward chuckle.]

That was for all of you to go "Hi, Jamie!" I hope at least somebody caught on, or this bad joke works even less than it already did.

Support group cracks aside, I've looked over all the provided reading material and given the network a quick once-over, and my keen detective skills tell me we are well and truly screwed here, right? And I don't mean that just because we're a bunch of super-powered people trapped in an alternate universe. That's bad, but being stuck working for the government - and take it from someone who has been there - never turns out well, even without taking into account that the Cold War is, somehow, still happening? Has anyone figured out why that's a thing? I'm not a historian, but that seems like a problem worth looking into.

And hey, speaking of looking into things- [What a pro segue there.] - the detective skills line wasn't just another attempt at a quip. I am an actual licensed private investigator, both here and in my home reality. Technically, the paper I got from Uncle Sam says I only investigate...let's say "marital indiscretions", but as far as I'm concerned you can consider X-Factor Investigations ready and open here in Nonah for anyone who needs a PI. If any of my associates are trapped here too, then let me know. X-Factor...X-ssemble? Wait, no, that's terrible. Forget I said it.