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[fastballspeciaaaaal]

[Boy oh boy, has Ripley got some news she's excited to share.]

Hi folks! Soooo, you might not know this but yesterday as my birthday! Exiting, right? Last year I didn’t celebrate it cause I’d only just celebrated like four months before at home. But since it was March, I think, when I got here and July back home things were all wibbly and I wasn't sure when a year had passed...

Anyways I’m definitely 13 now! And then some! So I got myself a birthday present. You wanna see her? [“her”] I know you doooo!

[Ripley turns the camera away from herself to show her usual companion, Jackson the wolf, cuddled up on the sofa of Heropa #7, with this little cutie tucked up under a paw, sleeping. She gets up real close so the kitten can be well seen in all its fluffy glory.]

[After a moment Ripley turns the camera back to herself and plops herself onto the ground in front of the sofa so the animals can be seen above her head. The kitten’s start twitching in her sleep, probably dreaming of chasing mice, or some other kitty activity.]

Her name is Jones 2.0! But I’m probably just gonna call her Jones. I saw her in an adoption catalog at the swear-in/pet expo thing last week: the shelter said the last people she was with didn’t treat her so well and I knew I had to give her the best home possible! That’s why she’s with me now.

--Everyone say hi to Jones! [Then in a stage whisper:] But do it quietly cause she’s sleeping!

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[divaricate]

[Hi, everyone. Have a view focused on a tray of fresh, hot pastries.]

While I was making these, I had a thought. Everybody here has obviously originally come from all sorts of different times and places, which makes for a lot of interesting conversations. Despite being someone who enjoys cooking and baking, I've never really asked about differences in food. So, if you feel like sharing the information, tell about your favorite dishes from your original universes. I'm curious.

[And then the view of the camera focuses on Wanda's face.]

Those things that you just saw are called kiflice. They're sweet pastries, and some of my favorite things to make and eat. I've filled some with hazelnut spread and the others with plum jam; you can fill them with anything you want, really, but those are my two favorite fillings for them.

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[superposition]

[The video opens without ceremony to Qubit seated at a desk, his hands resting on it with fingers laced. There's some blue glow on him, as if from a large computer screen somewhere out of frame.]

Good morning, Qubit here. You may recall that a few weeks ago, I put out a call for anyone interested in being part of a super-team. This is just to follow up on that.

First off, my timing was a bit unfortunate, considering how many of us were operating with altered memories. [Himself included, though he leaves that out.] Some, severely so. So if any of you who expressed interest are longer interested, I won't hold you to any kind of commitment, but do let me know, please.

If you are still interested - or if anyone else is, either - the offer remains open. This wasn't just a flash in the pan, I've had it in the works for some time now. [Even so, when the spell wore off, it took some deliberation to decide not to withdraw the offer. But in retrospect, he's sort of grateful to Optimist Qubit for doing it. It turned out to be just the kick in the arse he needed to get this train rolling. Limiting the offer to people he knows and trusts isn't feasible, since uh. he doesn't totally trust anybody.]

The conditions outlined before still apply, naturally. No children, and no killing. With that in mind, if you want to join, let me know ASAP so we can start hashing things out. Thank you.

[He gestures to the camera, and it ends the feed. As before, all comments are ICly screened.]

VIDEO | Act X

[crapbearer]

[ MAX HAS HAD A MONTH, OKAY? And with June rolling into July and him now being short one bodyguard, having another brainwashing scare, and hearing that another friend died (but got better) he's definitely not in the best state of mind right now.

Sleep hasn't been coming easy these last few months, tonight he decides he might try to do something with the time, at least.

As the hour draws close to midnight, Max turns on the video feed. He's sitting up in bed, hair scruffy from tossing and turning, illuminated only by the light of his communicator. His eyes are tired, framed by dark circles, but he seems otherwise alert. ]

I know we can't know or control when we get ported out, but if you somehow knew and could accomplish one thing here before that happens, or at least get to do something, what would you do?