voice;

[aberrant_type]

Dear fellow imPorts... dear friends! Recently, while perusing this 'interweb,' I discovered something incredibly exciting and important!

[She simply pastes the link into the post: https://koorana.com.au/tourism/]

Look at this... look at it. I'll give you a few moments to feast your eyes. Have you looked at it? Do you understand what you're seeing? YES! It's a saltwater crocodile farm! Yes! You can visit it! Do tours there! Have adventures there! Have FORMAL DINNERS AND GATHERINGS THERE! It's only a minimum of twenty people to have dinner! Dinner surrounded by five thousand saltwater crocodiles! [way too excited]

Imagine it! Imagine! They do feedings for your amusement! Perhaps they would even agree to a deal where you could do the feeding! Imagine tossing meat into the water for these enormous, dangerous creatures, these primordial creatures! Imagine their eyes on you, think of how much they want to eat you! Imagine your soft, defenseless body only feet away from razor-sharp teeth and crushing jaws! Imagine the water foaming up pink, churned by their tearing the chunks of meat you've just thrown them to pieces and swallowing them whole! Imagine your mind held prostrate in instinctive terror of a creature who'd rather bite off your leg than say hello!

And then imagine going and eating some crocodile yourself! Yes! The humans of this world have mastered these apex predators to the point where they eat the crocodile instead! And go on tours to watch them and feed them for amusement! How remarkable! How resourceful! I'm desperately envious! I would love to tend to a farm of FIVE THOUSAND saltwater crocodiles! I would love to hold one of their babies! I would love to observe the nests! I would love to toss meat to them to eat! And I'd love to eat one!

[She sounds positively giddy at this point... and then subsides, clearing her throat after a few moments. Calmer now:]

The only trouble would be getting to this wonderful place called Australia in the first place, but I imagine in an amazing world like this one, such a thing could easily be done. If only we could do a swear in there...

... anyway!

[CALM AND UPBEAT] I'm realizing that my hand to hand is quite rusty at this point, and brushing up on that could only be helpful in a world where disaster could strike at any moment. Are there any hand to hand experts in the imPort population who'd be willing to give lessons? I'd be happy to swap, as well! I can teach horsemanship, winter survival, wilderness survival in general really, even mathematics if you like. Let me know!

O4 👼🏼 GROUP VIDEO; [DIGITAL WORLD PLAYER PLOT]

[kidsmenu]

(cw some violence, injury)
[This isn't an ImPort post with a User ID like anyone is familiar with. It seems more like a glitch than anything. The picture flickers. Grainy, monochrome. Someone’s panting on-screen in sharp little gasps.

It’s Claudia, or at least some version of her. Those who know her will realize she’s either doing a fantastic job pretending to be human, or has somehow stopped being a vampire. Her breath fogs the lens.] Mommy. Mommy, I think it got Foggy, [she whimpers. For those who have read her editorials online, she certainly sounds nothing like them in person. (Plus, she's wearing neon Barbie-pink shorts.)] I don't know about Grandpa. I don’t know what to do. I don’t--

[Then she suddenly breaks off into a scream. The camera whirls, taking you through a huge, empty house. Creaky floorboards and old, peeling paint, full of dust and spidery shadows.]

[Another scream, as the camera comes to rest onto a door. Foggy bursts through the door, eyes wide and panicked as he clings to the rusting doorknob—already bleeding profusely, one hand on the gaping wound in his side. He doesn’t look too good.

Those who know him might not recognize what he’s wearing: a band shirt, a college jersey, his hair done up in a ponytail. But there’s no mistaking the sheer terror on his face.]

Oh, god, oh, god, oh god, what the hell was— [His eyes flicker to the camera for a moment, confusion and terror clear in his expression, but then the moment of semi-lucidity passes and he tries to lurch out of the doorway, still clutching at his side. His fingers leave streaks of blood on the door in their wake.] Claudia, Gramps, where are you, I’m—

[He doesn’t get to finish. Something darts out of the shadows and grabs him by the leg, and Foggy goes down hard with a shriek. Whatever’s got a hold of him, it’s not something that’s so easily deterred by noise or by a good hard kick, and the camera focuses on his terrified face and the gouges his nails are making on the rotted wooden floors before he vanishes, back into the darkness.

Wherever he’s going, it doesn’t look like he’s got much time left.

A snarl echoes. The camera moves inside, and for a few moments there is nothing to see beyond the darkness.]

[A deep, elegant voice sounds, uncharacteristically panicked,]

Foggy? Foggy, my boy, where are you? I’m coming! Never fear, I’m coming!

[Count Dooku staggers into view, wearing dull khakis and a polo shirt. He looks genuinely, if melodramatically, terrified for Foggy’s safety. His eyes are wide as he beholds the claw-marks that mark Foggy’s last known location.]

Foggy! Dear son, no!

[Claudia fumbles back into view, right beside the older man. But this time, she's clutching a poker. You know, the kind for stoking fireplaces. She's so terrified that her hands are shaking visibly, and the cloud of ringlets around her little head trembles too. Her voice is cracking and breaking, tiny and high and girlish.] Foggy, we're coming for you, [she cries out. She raises the poker and swings.] Don't worr--

[And in that instant, the image blacks out, punctuated a ragged roar.

And mere hours later, the video is making the rounds on BlueTube.]

[NOTES: This network post is part of the Digital World plot! If you tag us, we'll respond as partially 'lucid.' Plotting post and event log are here.]

Single Rainbow [Video]

[shesalittle]

[Karolina's face appears on screen. She's smiling a little, but not as much as is her first instinct. She can't sell that level of cheerfulness these days] Hi guys. I already met some of you, but I haven't done one of these yet, so, to make it official: I'm Karolina Dean. My assignment thing says that I'm supposed to be a student. Which I'm good with.

But if we're supposed to be studying, it seems like a waste to only use the resources that come from this place. There's people here from a thousand different places, and I think that learning about all of them is the best study opportunity we have.
[Okay, she might have oversold that. It felt like too much as soon as it came out, but she's a little rusty when it comes to public speaking.

She figures she'll just skip to the questions] Anyway, it'd be great if you guys could share some stuff.

So, today what I'm wondering about is, well, faith. Whatever that means to you. Whether it's the faith you have in people, or the faith you have in yourself, or in something larger than yourself.

Um. [She half-scoffs, half-laughs with a shake of her head] That sounds like an essay question. But, it's something that's important to me. If anybody's willing, I really do wanna talk about it. [She pauses, a troubled look on her face, then forces a smile on and stops recording.]