video;

[garrick]

[Someone looks and sounds fed up for once. It's rare enough that Hunter feels grumpy to let it crack through his facade that often.

He's at least smart enough to make sure he records his video from the main Heropa coffee shop and not his actual lodgings. Tsk tsk, heroes. Stalking is bad.]

So much going on it feels like every time we get five minutes something else blows up. Maybe I should just not sit down and get involved in things. Apparently everyone seems content enough to just sit there and let these things happen to them. Oh they'll shout and say they played the hero, saved that person from being hit by falling rubble and all, but no-one seems keen on being proactive on it. Just sitting, day to day, wondering when the next building collapses.

And that's what happens when I open this thing up before my first coffee of the day. [Gives a beaming, natural smile before taking a sip of coffee.] I've been busy, about to get busier, and work is about to get busier too. So if you want a 10% discount at the Soleful Sneaker store and I'm not there, tell them Hunter Zolomon sent you.

First Broadcast (Audio)

[pretendtoneedme]

[It's quiet for a moment as the person making the request isn't completely sure how to say what he wants; he's used to staying to the shadows and working from there, so reaching out so publicly goes against most of his training. Still, he has questions, and it's not like his enemies from home can find him here. ...Probably. So he concentrates, stilling himself and throwing a casual tone into his voice that he's not actually feeling considering he just wound up on a world he's never heard of. His day had already been going weird, but this is the icing on the cake of crazy.]

So I'm looking for some people, and I was wondering if any of them are here or if anyone's seen them. Steve, Sam, uh- Scott. And Wanda. We were kind of all together back home and if I'm here, maybe they are, too, so if they are I want to track them down again. See if we can figure out what's going on, that kind of thing. If you know them, can you tell them I'm looking for them?

[The choice to leave out their last names is deliberate, but except for Scott they are his friends, some of the people closest to him in his life. And a group like that, first names are really all that's important, other details can wait.]

[But whoops, he forgot something. And this time he will use a surname.]

Oh yeah - I'm Clint, Clint Barton. Thanks, and see-

[He's interrupted in signing off by a bark off to the side. There's another brief pause, and then Clint speaks up again with a bit more confusion in his voice.]

Did anyone in, uh, Heropa lose a dog? I've had this guy following me around for at least half an hour now, looks like some kind of chocolate lab mix and he seems like he's been trained but he isn't wearing a collar. Do you think I have hamburgers or something?

1gou - Voice

[tacticianing]

[Kidou's been silent for a long time. He waited for days since getting in, watching and generally keeping a very low profile. More data was needed.

The first thing he did was try to find a professional soccer match on TV to get an idea what he was facing. When he mostly found football matches - why, America? - he took to trying to look this up online. The soccer teams he's watched at schools echo his findings alarmingly closely. No one's using hissatsu at all. No one has any of the spirit he's come to know.

It can't be helped. He has to ask. The feed clicks on to voice, with a soft, maybe deeper voice than you might normally expect from a 14 year old. He's all business, and there's no introduction.]

Explain your soccer to me. It's different than the soccer I know.

[He's in an alternate world with tattoos, government branding, new powers, a history that can't be right... and this is the question that he feels takes priority. There's a pause.]

...

Otherwise, please tell me what you know about this world.

video

[salty_parabolas]

[ Have you ever wanted to see someone take apart a hoverbike? Well today's your lucky day. Holtzmann has set up an impromptu lab in Heropa #10 - and scattered junk absolutely everywhere in one of the downstairs common rooms, sorry roomies - and turned on the camera almost absent-mindedly, having remembered that she wanted to post to the network only after she's elbow-deep in this hover clutch. ]

So I had a question. [ She says, pulling out a friction disk and tossing it over one shoulder. A polymer d-ring follows suit a moment. ] Ghosts. Anybody seen 'em around? Had problems with 'em? I heard about this continuum stuff but nothing about the afterlife.

[ A few more discarded parts later, she decides it's time to take the more direct route. Namely going after the hover mechanism innards with an acetylene torch. Works pretty great ... until she lights the curtain behind her on fire.

There's another beat as she realizes she's forgotten something. ]

I'm Holtzmann. And I'm a Ghostbuster, so. Yeah. If you've got info, gimme a call.

[ The flames creep up the curtain in the background. ]




(( PERMISSIONS ARE STILL IN PROGRESS but here's the most important one: 4th walling is a-okay as long as you don't talk about the events of the 2016 movie to her face. Everything else Ghostbusters-related is fine. ))

001. Video

[hunksmash]

[ Hunk came here in his space gear, which isn't really appropriate and is basically torturous in the Florida summer. He's therefore acquired some less conspicuous clothing. So, here, Network. You're treated to some Big Beach Bro: sleeveless, cargo shorted, and bare feet buried in the sand. Because, yeah. Why not?

He's also leaning against the side of a yellow-colored, mechanical lion, kinda chunky for all her armor and with an adorable underbite.

He smiles a little awkwardly and waves at the camera. ]

Uh, hey. Hi, there. I just thought I should introduce myself, since the rest of my team kinda already has.

I'm Hunk. I'm one of the Paladins of Voltron. Specifically, I'm the yellow guy and the left leg. Though... [ He looks back at his lion, frowning slightly. ] I don't know how much of a thing that's gonna be here.

Anyway... I guess I still have a couple of questions. We've sorta confirmed the timing situation, but there's still... Okay. Lemme just-- Uh. How does the superpower thing work? How do you know if you really have them, and how do you turn that kinda thing on? Also, how do you suddenly get superpowers? Because I definitely didn't have them before.

And!! Um. If anybody could talk to me about the "'Porter" that brought us here, that'd be great. Just-- Anything, okay? There's kinda a huge lack of information about it, and it really seems like the kinda thing that just shouldn't be sitting around without some kind of understanding in place. Or in the works. I'd also appreciate it if anybody can give me information about where this world's at so far as, like, space travel is concerned. The old school vibe and the common use of hover-tech are kinda conflicting messages.

So, yeah. I think that's it. Thanks.

❚ ００１; video

[gemmeus]

[ Pearl has been here for over two days now, yet has only mustered up the gall to step outside once (excluding her arrival). She's been restless, unable to calm down for the bulk of those two days and it shows in her fidgeting.

She was also very hesitant to use the network since she'd practically be putting herself out there in front of possibly hundreds of strangers. But, well. Here we are. She begins with a diffident, shaky tone. ]

H-Hello, my name is Pearl Fey. I'm not very sure how to use a celery phone, but I'm looking for my cousin, Mystic Maya. She was - [ Pause. She's trying to remember the word. Also, she meant cellular, not celery. ] - kid... napped, by a very bad man.

If anyone knows who kid napped her, please tell me...!