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[cigarbribery]

[When the feed opens, Foggy's—not actually drunk yet, but he does have a bottle of beer in front of him, and he is nursing it with the determination of the broken-hearted. For a moment it's possible that he just turned his comm on by accident, but then he glances in its direction and gives a tired little wave hi.]

I think we can all agree that people getting Ported out kind of blows. [Understatement of the year right here. He'd have invited Odin along, but the guy's happy with his boyfriend and Foggy doesn't want to burden him right now, so—ta-da.] Drinking alone also sucks, so—if anyone here recently lost someone they were friends with, someone they cared about or were seeing?

[He waves a hand to the surroundings around him: a shitty little dive bar in the midst of Maurtia Falls.]

I—really don't want to drink alone. [It's a sad confession, and after a moment Foggy seems to think better of advertising this to the general public. He sighs, reaches out, and shuts the feed off without saying the name of the esteemed establishment he's at.

It's Pour Unfortunate Souls, by the way.]

Video | Assways Into a Jam Jar Full of Bees

[thehawksnest]

[The video post begins with utter darkness, with faint mumbling in the background. Then, everything brightens as Clint takes his thumb off of the camera and turns it to face him.]

Hey, uh, everyone...out there. I have a question about some weird ass shit, to put it simply. So, I know a lot of you folks have enhanced abilities, or 'superpowers', 'gifts', 'cool shit', whatever you call it, and I'm hoping someone can tell me what the hell I'm doing here?

[He makes reaching gestures with his hands as he describes exactly what's happened to himself.]

So, earlier I was trying to figure out how to work the damn tv here, and I dropped the remote beside my chair. I was reaching around for it when I felt...ok, it...it felt like reaching assways into a jam full of bees. You know, like a sock filled with dice and nail clippings? Man, I dunno, it felt weird. But, even weirder is what I came back with, and it wasn't even the damn remote!

[Clint reaches down and picks up a strange looking glove, waving it in front of the camera.]

Look! It's a goddamn archery glove! And it perfectly fits! What the hell was this doing next to my chair? This is weird, right? This can't just be me thinking it's strange.

[He sighs, and shrugs to the camera.}

Or, maybe it is just me, and I'm getting too old for this. I knew I shoulda retired when they even mentioned a helicarrier...

[video]

[cleptes]

[Anyone who has been to Herodotus Antiques will recognise the store's interior as the camera pans around, giving the network a good look. Eventually, the feed switches to show the person behind the camera: Bela Talbot, proprietor and manager of the antique shop. She offers a smile before getting down to business. ]

This is something I've been thinking about for a while now, but I've yet to make a public announcement. I could have easily placed a notice in a newspaper or in some other form of media. However, this felt like a better way.

[Here goes nothing.]

I am going to be moving my store from Maurtia Falls to De Chima. It's not going to happen over night of course, I understand that. I mean, it took a couple of months before I got this place in working order so I know I've a bit of work ahead of me. I'm fine with that though, I know I can do it.

That being said, I wouldn't mind some help with the move if people are able to - I will compensate you for your time of course. Drop me a line here or stop by the shop today. I will be around until five in the afternoon.

I also welcome any advice from anyone who has experience with moving their businesses. Thank you.

[ooc: This post is open to action if you wish! :D]

001 | Video

[loyal_soldier]

[622's plastoid armor still has fresh carbon scoring on it, and new scuffs all over its surface. His helmet is tucked under his arm, but his face is so utterly impassive that he might as well be wearing it anyway. A still-healing electrical burn reaches its tendrils out from the collar of his bodysuit. Despite those imperfections acquired over his past few days, he still looks every inch the regulation-perfect cloned trooper. ]

Sergeant TK-622, calling all Imperial forces. Standing by and awaiting orders. Please contact on C1 or Corps commlink network.

Repeat, Sergeant TK-622 standing by.