SIXTH TRANSMISSION - VOICE;

[redcosmedic]

Wasn't that just the cosiest little sojourn into what-if-dystopia territory? Everyone present and accounted for with their new sets of traumatic memories? Excellent, moving on.

[ Yeah, he's very pointedly not dwelling on what happened in the City. ]

When I arrived on this charming waterworld several years ago, the planetary information packet included a truly egregious number of language files. I don't think any of you realize that a planet in your current stage of development having several thousand languages all in use at the same time is an anomaly, not the norm. Who needs that many? It's ridiculous.

And I do mean this in the most well-intentioned and helpful way — but you should really get that sorted before your species wanders its way out of this solar system. I'd hate to see humans become a laughingstock over something so trivial.

[ Well, he wouldn't necessarily hate it. But it's the thought that counts. He's trying to help, honest. ]

In any case, they've been loitering around my short term cache largely unused for a few years, so before I shuffle the majority of them to recall for storage, I thought I'd check if anyone needs translation services or conversational practice. Skill level or project size not important, I'd rather someone get some use out of them.

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[justlittle]

[ Bean hasn't made a video post to the Nets in a while. Not since last July, when he first started his growth spurt. And now here he is, having returned from a universe where that growth had gotten much farther out of hand.

He knows what awaits him now. It scares him. Maybe someday, he'll ask for help on the Nets for it. But for now, he's here with a different question. ]

Just got back from... Well, from that other universe, and from a brief trip back home. But the point is, I have a new power and I want to put it to use.

[ He cups his hands together within view of the camera and they spontaneously begin filling with... beans. Pinto beans, to be exact. ]

It's a bit on the nose, but I figured I could at least help feed people who are hungry. Food like this would have saved my life when I was younger. Does anyone know of any soup kitchens in need of a volunteer?

[ He dumps the beans into a jar that's already half full of more pinto beans, then reaches to turn off the camera. ]

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[bifroster]

[Jane comes onto the network, looking absolutely distraught, maybe about five seconds from crying. Her hair is tied back in a mess, there are deep shadows under her eyes, and it looks like she needs a good meal too.]

Please tell me I’m back.

[It's been … it's been a horrid ride. She turns the camera away, showing that she is back in her house, which needs a bit of dusting. In the background, you can hear her take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she moves the camera back, only looking slightly more composed.]

And does anyone remember me?

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[a_gaggle_of_ghosties]

[And now that everyone's started showing up again, it was time for the resident angry space necromancer to chime in over the network. Mostly because it was the confirmation he'd been waiting for.]

For anyone who knew them, Miss Tano and the Skywalker brat appear to have left us.

I've been aware of their departure for some time, but I felt it prudent to await the return of everyone else who'd gone and disappeared to confirm it. They are not among those who returned.

[Which was really about as close as he was ever going to get to admitting he was being optimistic about something. Or someone, even if he couldn't tolerate one of them for more than an hour or two at the most.]

On a somewhat related note: I find myself lacking a suitable dueling partner. If anyone left has a weapon that can survive a lightsaber blade, your assistance would be welcomed.

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[drivesadesk]

[He's running his hand along the scales on his face, before he suddenly puts his hand down and looks at the camera.]

Well. Nothing like a nightmare world to make you appreciate how good you look when your skin is in tact.

So, I just wanted to make sure...did everyone make it back from that shithole? I'd hate to think anyone was stuck there.

And to anyone I came after while I was there...I'm sorry.

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[perfectlyhuman]

[ The post pops up just a few hours after the missing imPorts come back. ]


Aziraphale and Crowley are gone.


[ That is all it says. ]


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[ Accompanying open log ]

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[privatepurchases]

[Joining the plethora of return posts is Gabriel who - saw Adam's post and spent several days curled up in a fetal position because the little shit-

No.

Because he has traversed worlds but that was too much. It was the closest he'd ever come to falling. Inches away. One push, one nudge, and he would have a new name and a new job and he'd clean out his nice office and he did things and he knew things now and-

And he should say something right? He should apologize. That would be the angelic thing to do even if it wasn't really him. Who was living like some sort of tick at the top of the food chain and torturing people and familiar with guns and weaponry and terrible terrible things and

When he turns on the video feed it's Gabriel but he's not in a suit. He's in a flannel shirt and a white undershirt and his normally perfectly manicured hair is out of place and he looks human despite the violet eyes and he...

stares.

Because he should apologize.

He should.

He should apologize for what he did. He almost fell, and Lilith and that boy and Lilith-]

I-

[ He tortured people. Shot them killed them locked them away and laughed about it and lived the seven deadly sins and-

Fuck.]

I'm sor-

[Nope. He can't do it. Instead he reaches offscreen for a shot of liquor and with the air of an expert downs it before glaring at the camera, angry, and switching it off.]

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[mysterioisthetruth]

[Beck's eyes are squeezed shut and his fingers are rubbing his temples as if he has a serious headache right now. He sighs heavily before he opens his eyes and talks - in a strained sort of attempt at sounding calm.]

Alright now, listen up, because this is very important.

Has anyone seen Peter Parker?

He's not been answering his messages.

And I know, I know. A bunch of you went off to another dimension or something... Was Peter there? He hasn't answered me in weeks and I thought maybe... just maybe, that he was one of those missing. But now you're all back and... he's still not answering me.

So if you've seen him, tell me.

And look, I know what some of you are thinking.

[His jaw clenches and he frowns, gesturing with his hands extended out to punctuate his words.]

I am concerned about his safety. I am not in any way threatening him. He was supposed to be here, ready to film for my upcoming performance. He also still has my camera and it was expensive. I need both that and him here and soon. We need to communicate. No games.

So if you've seen him, tell him to contact me. Maybe his phone's lost or broken or...

[He sighs again.]

Just....

[His hands curl into fists, irritation rising.]

I just...

[But as he's about to continue a green energy abruptly flares around his fists and he startles as it engulfs his arms.]

What the f--- ?!

[And the feed suddenly cuts off.]

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[cantgetanyworse]

I'm looking for a personal trainer.

ImPort or a recommendation for one who isn't one of us. I can't say I mind, though I'd prefer the former.
I suddenly find myself with a startling amount of knowledge in self-defence and a frustrating lack of the physical prowess required to put it into practice.

Also... if anyone sees a small jackalope with stunted horns in De Chima, could they please let me know. She managed to gnaw through the front door and escape while I was gone - hungry, I expect. Her name is Sylvi.



((anyone is free to find Sylvi!))

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[onthe_threshold]

[The feed initially shows just a torso, but with a muttered curse the camera is adjusted so that it points higher, revealing the face of a man thoroughly sick of life's little irritations. You know, like technology, noisy neighbours, and waking up in a different universe. Again.

His good eye squints, making sure he sees the 'recording' light.]

This is Matthew Callahan, designate: Threshold.

I need to find Selina Kyle. Any accurate intel on this matter will be rewarded.