[001] video; a wild robin appears

[notafraidofyou]

[The video flips on to show a teen peering into the camera. This thing is on? Good. He grins and settles back a little, expression and body language relaxed.]

So I got the basic rundown, ride to the new place, full file on me--and how weird is it that they have all of that on hand? I don't think even my doc back home has my full medical workup! [He shrugs carelessly, like it doesn't really matter.] But, like, no one has answered the really important questions yet.

[He ticks off his questions on his fingers as he goes through them] One: Are there comic books? Two: Where is the best place to get them? Three: What is the video game situation around here? Four: How boring is school, since apparently I have to go. [He rolls his eyes, making it very clear how he feels about that.]

If there is anyone out there with answers to these really important questions, can you help a guy out? Thanks.

Oh, I'm Tim, by the way. Tim Drake. [He grins one last time at the camera and shuts it off.]

[Video] 001

[spaceforged]

[There's a click as the video turns on and the faint recording light reflects on the visor of a helmet beside a calm looking man. He pushes it out of the way with his metal right hand and nods to the screen.] Hello, I've heard I've been here before. Sorry to anyone who knew me, I came back without those memories. I don't foresee them coming back. To those who have never seen me before, I'm Shiro. A pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances behind it.

[He leans back in his seat and it makes the scar across the bridge of his nose stand out. His hair is cut short except for a shock of white in the front. He glances to the side briefly and back into at the viewers. He's clearly used to speaking for an audience.] But that's not why I turned this on. ...I have a few questions and hopefully, someone has an answer.

First, I'd like to know what we've found out so far about these rocks coming from space. Do we even know where they're coming from? I've seen a few types and have an idea what they do but comparing experiences and confirming it would be better than going on an assumption.

[The man pauses here, and says a little less formally. His voice a little quieter.]

And I'd like to ask how often people from the same universe arrive here from different points in time. Do we ever gain the time that we're missing? I'd just like to know what to expect. Thank you.

Text; blue skies, nothing but blue skies

[usaf]

I've apparently missed two and a half decades, between what year it was for me yesterday and what year it is, here and now. And to be honest, I wasn't exactly around for a half dozen years before that.

Point is, I need to play catchup. Can anyone tell me what sort of TV and music I've missed out on? Is No Doubt still a thing? What about Nirvana? Anyone got any recommendations for movies I should rent from Blockbuster?

Oh, and they've made me a flight instructor, so I guess if there's anyone who knows specifically the advancements planes have made in the past twenty-five years, definitely let me know.

video } where it's covered in all the colored lights where the runaways are runnin' the night

[adultwonder]

[Dick gives a half smile and a little wave to the camera. To those who know him well, he looks a little flustered. But this has been a weird week]

Hey, everyone. Dick Grayson, here, I'm a new guy. And I've got a question. Is there any way to practice or tamp down a power that’s… kind of passive?

[There’s a light growling sound, Dick turns and raises a hand.]

Just a minute! [He looks back at the camera.] This is just getting a little--

[Before he can finish his sentence, there’s another growl and a blur of sandy colored fur tackles Dick. A very large blur of sandy colored fur. It is, in fact, a lion. But he’s not trying to hurt Dick. He’s just licking his face and looking very happy with himself. Dick laughs and rubs the lion’s face, then looks upside-down at the camera.]

This is the second time Chewie’s escaped from the zoo and followed me home. I’m pretty sure the neighbors are gonna start complaining soon. So, any thoughts?

[Sorry residents of Nonah #004, this is happening in your living room.]

audio.

[batricide]

You know, I've been at this a long time, and the fact that so-called heroes are incapable of basic pattern recognition blows my mind.

[ Damian clicks his tongue, a sharp little tt. Thanks to a brush with some Red Kryptonite he's not being shy about his utter disdain for your average kind of superheroing. ]

How many times does someone have to let monsters go free to service their own conscience and keep this little heroc farce going before they're just as culpable for their crimes? Throw them in the same prison they just busted out of, that's basically just a slap on the wrist. Why is anyone surprised when they just turn around and start killing agan? Anybody could solve the problem at the root, but they don't because that'd just kill their little ego trip.

Really, if you ask me? Some people just deserve to die.