1st blade ⚔ video

[santouryuu]

[The feed begins with the sight of...part of a face? There’s clearly some kind of green hair, tan skin, an eye, and...blood?]

--Like this?

[Yeah, uh, definitely blood. In fact, as whoever the owner of the voice was speaking to adjusts the camera angle for him, there's...quite a lot more of it that becomes visible. His entire shirt front is soaked in it, but the poor waiter/bartender next to him seems a lot more distraught by this than he is. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that more was still clearly dripping through the tears in it, one could almost be forgiven for not immediately assuming the blood was his.]

So I just--talk into it and people hear me? [A tiny, wordless nod comes from the other man.]

Huh. Kinda like a Den Den Mushi, but with a picture...guess I will hang onto it then. Thanks for the info.

[And while he’s at it...he takes a moment to address the weird mirror box before he heads on out, since he’s got nothing else to trade for food (or drink).]

Oi! I'm missing a couple things:

[Things, people, the entire kingdom he was just in. Same diff.]

A rubber idiot wearing a straw hat, a shitty cook with a curly eyebrow, a long-nosed sniper--[He counts off on his fingers, as if reciting a list of groceries, rather than, you know, his crew, but much as he might be acting tough, there's a definite undercurrent of concern there]

A reindeer-person, a blue-haired girl and her pet duck, comes up about this high [he raises a hand to about waist height], and a red-haired girl, our navigator. If you've acquired any sudden debts lately, it's probably her.

If someone's seen them or can tell me how to get back to Alabasta Kingdom from here, I'll owe you one.

[He huffs, then, rests one hand on the hilt of one of his swords.]

--And if any of you morons is actually listening to this, you better tell me you're alive, or I'll kick your ass when I find you!

[That draws a small yelp from the bartender, and Zoro turns back to him, suddenly reminded of his presence]

Oi, how do I stop talking at the weird box...?

:: [Video] :: ☸ First Light.

[waywarddreams]

[ <sub>The video begins with a weird vibe to it. Floating betwixt the shadows and the ghostly moonlight flitting through a window there lies a vivid bright V accompanied by green orbs-- as the camera adjusts to the light and auto focuses, the orbs become solid rings and the white light of the moon pick out a helm. More than that, in fact. Though silvery is the outline of the figure, the emerald loops and V are so striking that he knows he should have probably done some kind of video during the day. But he had spent the day planning the video. Nothing was really going according to plan however-- he didn’t mean for his first appearance of himself to be shrouded by dark as a barely visible silhouette of a ominously luminous creature. The preview image on the communicator didn’t show much. There is the softest of sighs that is displaced by a metallic tinge.

The lights were clearly off for a reason.</sub> ]

Ah… greetings. [ _{There is an attempt at a patient tone and a slow nod, visible by the V shape bouncing. His Japanese accent is ridiculously heavy and he tries to at least speak slower than usual so his words don’t roll and merge in the usual way that they do when he speaks in English.} ]

Fellow… heroes? Vigilantes? Villains? One moment I am at the fringes of snowy Nepal and the next moment I am enlisted in a foreign military…? I do not speak harshly but rather, truthfully-- this illusion feels like everyone is a part of a show and we are being given parts to play in some kind of fantasy.

It will become clear upon any physical meeting with me that I am a tool for murder, but I refuse to take part in senseless death. If anyone of government is perhaps watching I wish for them to know this. I may be enlisted as a 'hero' but I have been a hero before and am above senseless violence. A militia that steals its members cannot be so innocent, regardless of the facade you paint your cities with.

What can we gain from being here?

[ _{Friendship wasn’t something that was ever high on any of his lists. There is a long pause of silence where he ponders what he just said, finding it to be depressingly off key when his master’s teachings echo around his head about silver linings and the darkest skies. If he needed to clear his throat to not appear awkward he would, but with the coming of metal vocal chords came the loss of natural human perks like that.} ]

Apologies, [ _{Murmured softly as he turns his helmet a little to look once more directly at the camera.} ] I do not mean any offence; I am merely troubled and I wish to understand more. My name is Genji. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.

[ _{The cyborg places a fist against his other hands open palm and bows to the camera though sitting down. The action is no longer a highlight, it’s visible now as the night rolls on and the moon casts its gaze upon him. Whether he liked it or not, this seemed to be home for now… but every human inch of him already ached to leave.} ]

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[curada]

I would be happy if you'd do me the honor of answering a few questions.

First, I would have it known how a doctor sets about establishing their license to practice. Is it the case that such legality is established upon entrance to this world? I highly doubt any sane medical council would permit an unlicensed physician to remain in post, as negligence is surely as endemic in this world as anywhere else. Pertinently, what funding is available for research fellowships, or starting one's own practice?

Second, might those of you with an appreciation of medical science be willing to permit me to make an account of your state of health? A physical examination with all that's entailed. Were I so fortunate as to receive your participation in medical screening, I dare say that it would assist the future treatment of everyone.

Please do me the honor of withholding your response if it fails to address either point in question. You have my gratitude, in any case.

[Do reply though. That's just his ego showing.]

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[snarkbot]

[ Skeets is holding his communicator in one of his little robot claws, mostly so he can let himself be seen on video. Which is to say that he's a small, gold robot with wing flaps. ]

Greetings, network. I seem to have lost my photogenic companion Booster Gold, so I’ll just introduce myself. I am Skeets, a BX9 security robot 2.0 and artificial intelligence.

[ He pauses before adding an addendum with some robotic smugness:] Professor Skeets, actually. I’m pleased to make all of your acquaintances.

[ A local bystander comes up with a phone. "Are you a real robot? You’re an imPort, right?" ]

Yes, ma’am, but I’m in the middle of something –-

[ "Can I take your picture? Oh, you’re so cute!" ]

…If you’ll excuse me, ma’am.

[ And Skeets flies up to rooftop height before continuing his post as if there hadn’t been any interruption. ]

I’d also like some assistance. It appears that the Porter granted me the ability to assume a human form. For the record, Porter, this is unnecessary. I’m a proud, independent robot who needs no limbs.

That aside, I’m having difficulties with my balance and if anyone has any tips for walking on two legs, I’d appreciate it. There aren’t any tutorials on how to be a human on wikiHow. Shocking, I know.

♫002 - Pies for Charity ft. Midnighter

[socialactivillain]

[ It's a mild, sunny day in a park in Heropa, and the network feed switches on to show a long row of whipped cream pies on a picnic table, complete with checkered red table cloth. Standing behind the table are M and Piper, and a few non-imPorts who look to be ranging between nervous and excited to be appearing on the imPort network. ]

Hello, everyone. We're here today supporting the Helping Hands, Open Hearts charity in Heropa, raising money for the construction of a new homeless shelter.

[M picks up one of the pies and holds it up for the camera.]

And because apparently the only way to do raise money these days is to do something stupid to someone “famous,” they’ve roped us into a fundraiser: imPie the imPort.

[Judging by his expression, M clearly didn’t pick the name. Piper, for his part, seems amused.]

Regardless, we've both volunteered to be hit in the face with a pie, live on camera, for every $50 raised. We're asking for your donations, and for more volunteers to come join us. There are also non-face-related pies for sale, graciously donated by United Cakes of America, all proceeds of which will also go to Helping Hands, Open Hearts.

[Putting the pie down, M smirks.]

Let’s be honest, I’m sure there’s at least a few of you watching who want to pie one or both of us in the face. Why not help out a good cause in the process? After all, We all need to do our part to help Hartley here live up to his name-- Pie-d Piper.

[Bad pun? Bad pun. Not that M cares, but Piper is covering his face and groaning.]

And if you don’t hate us--which I’m finding hard to believe after going through the trouble to make that horrible pun--you should try to convince someone you do hate to come down and volunteer. You know, for charity. Surely not for the pie-ing them in the face part.




((the video will continue to livestream throughout the event, but action tags are definitely welcome for this post!))

Video

[fullmetalbrat]

[The video feed cuts in to show a desk piled high with books and notepads filled with a scratchy looking scrawl—the one or two pages close enough to the camera to be read are filled with what look like journal entries about someone's sightseeing experiences. The screen jitters briefly while someone adjusts the camera, and then Edward steps into view, dropping smoothly into the desk's chair.

For a moment he squints at the camera suspiciously.] ...This thing better be on.

[He huffs sharply and settles back in the chair, apparently deciding to assume that it's working for now.]

So I think Mustang asked how many people here are scientists a while ago, but I've got some more specific questions for you. How many of people here have done work in neuroscience? Specifically the way memories are formed and recalled. I've become really interested in it since arriving here, but I can only do so much research by myself.

I'm also pretty curious about wormholes and...teleportation I guess. I've heard that some people have technology that can do that at home, so if there's anyone here who knows about how things like that work I'd love a chance to talk with you.

And... [He pauses here and clenches his right hand, frowning down at it for a moment before turning his attention back to the camera.] This is a question for anyone. Has there been anyone who had a power sealed away at home that they got back here? If there is then what... What was it like for you?

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[barbarus]

[ The video turns on to reveal a large man, who is providing it with a close-up shot of about half of his face, and one strong, muscular shoulder. Most of his skin is bare, aside from a white tunic-like garment pinned at that shoulder. It's evident that someone is in the room with him, since he's focused on them and not on what he's doing. ]

Is it working? I cannot tell if --

[ Another voice interrupts, directing his attention back to the camera, and then Damen adjusts it so that his whole face is on screen. He is dark-haired and dark-eyed, and his olive-toned skin is well bronzed by sunlight.

He could not look less comfortable with a camera in his hand. His smile is a somewhat awkward attempt at friendliness, but it's obvious this is new to him. ]

Hello. My name is Damen. [ His eyes flick away from the camera at that, looking again at his companion. 'Damen', and not 'Damianos'. A pet name given to a network of strangers. He sees no reason to hide their true names - but he’ll do it, even so.

While he is introducing himself, the person who had his attention earlier decides to make an appearance. Or better yet, he decides to slide into the space by ending half on Damen’s lap, one hand lazily lifting to sweep a little of his hair back from his forehead. Where the original man is large and olive skinned, Laurent looks fair and slight in comparison. He isn’t actually in miniature, a fact he will press upon people at some point, when perspective is brought up. And where there is bare skin on show behind him, his is all covered up by the kind of clothing that looks restricting even by modern standards. ]

And mine is Laurent. [ He somehow manages to look like he’s smiling without following through, which is a power he possessed before the Porter ever decided to bless him with new ones. ] As you might have guessed, we’ve only recently arrived to this wonderful place.

[ Damen has rearranged himself to give Laurent space, and slide an accommodating arm around his waist. At that comment, though, he rolls his eyes up at his lover. Be nice, Laurent.

Laurent catches that look out of the corner of his eye, mouth twitching slightly like that smile he’s been curbing is threatening to break free. ]

We would like any advice you can give about acclimatising while here. This world is unlike our own, your buildings, modes of transport, ways of communication - [ Lifting his brows upward as if to indicate the device . ] - they’re all unfamiliar. We would not like to remain ignorant.

[ Then Damen leans in, tagging onto the end: ]

And I have need of a place to train. I prefer the sword. If any of you would test your skill against mine, I’d welcome it.

[ The glance they share then seems to be one of mutual agreement. Laurent shifts slightly, reaches out to turn off the feed. His sleeve obscures the view, but to those with extremely good hearing they might catch the as if anyone could best you before Damen interrupts his own smile to reach forward.]

Wait - there was something else. [ There’s a brief scramble for something beside him, and then Damen lifts his file into view. With his eyebrows lifting and expression dubious, he reads from the page. ] Can someone tell me what-- ‘Sunday School’ is? I am supposed to teach it.

[ He glances up at Laurent, nodding. ] That’s it.

[ It’s settled then, Laurent angles the camera once, so that his sincere ( no, really! ) expression can be caught. ] We appreciate the aid.

[ ooc: Damen is red and Laurent is blue. ]

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[oceanthief]

[Lapis may have blinked completely out of this world for only a day, but she's been fairly scarce since returning as well. one might attribute this to a troubling experience in her own world, or the acquisition of a new, difficult to control power - unfortunately, the real answer in this case isn't nearly so dire.

the feed clicks on at an odd angle, like it's been propped up against a pillow or something similar and forgotten. the video shows Lapis at (mostly) an angle, sitting on what is presumably her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest. there's a blanket draped over her shoulders and head and a stuffed sea lion clutched in her arms that she seems to be alternating between cuddling and leaning on. from the bags under her eyes she...may not have moved from this position for quite some time.

it takes a moment or two for her to realize that the comm is recording - her water powers are so precise that it's easy to forget she's using them in the face of something more interesting. in this case the 'more interesting' thing appears to be some sort of Spanish telenovela going on offscreen, from the sound of it.]

Someone sent me a subscription for some kind of streaming network. I don't know why.

[that 'someone' was a PR employee at whatever this world's incarnation of Netflix is, and the 'why' was in the hopes that she'd shill it a little bit with her imPort prowess. boy did they pick the wrong space rock for that one.

in the background, anyone who understands Spanish might notice that the characters are arguing over the minutiae of the drug trade...and also who was sleeping with someone's hot murdered sister. Lapis' eyes never waver from the non-communicator screen, even as television gunfire breaks out.]

Is it really that dangerous for humans to run a business? All they're doing are transport runs, but no matter where they are everyone keeps dying. It's been like this for a week.

[...well, if anyone was uncertain about whether or not Lapis has been on a Netflix tailspin, all doubt can now be erased. someone please help this girl - and also whoever's screaming about swearing vengeance on the novela right now. the plot twist seems to have Lapis faintly concerned.]

...no wonder earth can't get anything done.

[this is mumbled more to herself than the network, as she lapses into thoughtful silence immediately after. it stretches out awkward until she realizes there was still something she'd wanted to address; one of her arms unfolds so she can look at something she's written on her hand.]

Oh, right. Did anything happen on [she squints slightly] Agust 29th that I need to care about?

[that's supposed to be August, but when your grasp on earth timekeeping is so poor you have to copy the month off the calendar to keep from forgetting this is about as good as you can expect.]