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[A new world, a whole new populace to meet. As long as they don't expect him to do anything other than woo them, Ivan thinks he'll get on with these people quite well.

Time to introduce himself, then. He takes as much time as necessary to figure out the (frankly archaic) video capture equipment. His first call needs to show his good side, after all.]

Hello, De Chima. I've recently been ImPorted to your beautiful city, and I'm looking for an equally beautiful guide to introduce me to my new home. Would any of you ladies out there care to oblige me?

I also thought I would introduce myself for those of you who aren't sure whether or not to help me: My name is Ivan Vorpatril, and I am your galactic dream come true. Respond to me on this channel, and I can happily repay you with a night that is truly out of this world.

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Alright, so. Actually legitimately asking for a - not a friend, more like somebody who's fallen so far out of every fucking social circle that I'm their only tether to reality at this point

...christ, that sounds godawful. You know what, fucking forget that, lemme just get to the point. Who here has any sort of fucking experience in filing taxes for a person who's probably never touched a tax form in their stupidly long life and may or may not be living in a condemned building they don't even own? Because we need to have a chat.

I'm also open to pitches for nice vacation packages for two to any place that refuses to extradite felons, because I'm at the point where I either leave the country or fucking try to drown myself in the toilet.

And everybody else? Here's your pro tip for the day: get your goddamn shit in on time. Or, if that's a little too hilariously hypocritical coming from me, here's another one: DON'T DO ANYTHING NICE FOR PEOPLE IF THERE ISN'T A GUN TO YOUR HEAD

Shit, don't even do it if the gun's not a goddamn AK-47 or something. Nothing is worth this garbage.

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[ He does not know how long he's been gone. Nor an idea of where he has been. That is the worst part. That he could be taken and have nothing at all to account for it, no memories, no idea of what or where or why. Between one moment and the next, time has passed and Athos has too many unanswered questions. The anger that this causes, along with the strain to keep it contained, is evident in his voice when he chooses to address the network. ]

The Russians, the people who were taken, what happened to them?

[ He has to get back to De Chima, to make sure both d'Artagnan and Lucy are safe. But he is in Heropa somewhere and he does not want to waste time. If they are not safe then he will do whatever he can to find them again.

He has a cache of weaponry somewhere. He made sure to hide something in each of the Porter cities. So that is where he is heading first. ]

Is the fight still going?

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[ It's winter, and he hasn't stoked the fire in the office for quite some time, so Athos is in full Musketeer garb when he addresses the network. His hat thankfully hides most of the circles under his eyes by providing shadow, but there's no mistaking the seriousness of his face, nor of his tone. ]

Recent events, and the influx of new imPorts, has lead me to believe it is about time I spoke with you once more. [ And he hates talking with anyone, so it must be serious. ] For those who do not know, my name is Athos and I am Captain of the Muskeeters. There is a Regiment here that is at your disposal.

[ His device is rested against some paperwork so his hands are free to steeple in front of him. ]

The services we provide include a personal guard. In times such as these we will be devoting all our energy to keep the citizens safe. For thoroughness, we also run an investigation division that can be called upon by anyone who needs it. If you require any more information then please, feel free to contact me or my companions. You may also stop by our offices in De Chima.

[ This was a lot of talking for someone who spent most of December in a drunken stupor, so satisfied, Athos ends the feed. ]

( ooc: just as a reminder: you can sign up for any of the services at this post. we are also accepting recruits for the Musketeers! thank you. )

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[Sabriel's at her desk in RISE HQ. She's wearing her bells, armor, and a clean surcoat, and she's looking into the camera with a determined expression.]

Hello. For those who don't know me, my name is Sabriel, and I'm a member of RISE. We're a group of registered imPorts led by Major General Olivier Armstrong, and we're tasked with arresting and bringing to trial those imPorts that attack and endanger our community and this country's citizens.

( Cut for length )

I believe that's all. If you have any further questions- about what happened, or what's being done- you can contact me or any other member of RISE.

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[ How long has it been? About eight days? Nine? Since Hawke had been minding her own business on an errand in Heropa. Eight whole days of total radio silence from her, save for the unfortunate few who ran afoul of her in Pan's jungle. Of which at least one or two was likely not expecting to hear from her again and yet... ]

Word of advice to those who don't realize this, but if you do kill another imPort, try not to bury them.

[ She sounds absolutely haggard, voice scratchy and dry and short on breath altogether. Since, hey, you try being dead and buried for a few days and come out sounding just fine, okay? ]

Because, surprise, we do come back! And clawing your way out of your own grave? You don't even want to know... how inconvenient that is. I could go on forever and ever, but...

[ How about she just doesn't, instead? It's only a weak attempt to make light of it, not a real offer to expand upon. ]

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[ Characters who have listed addresses will have received, some time in the past week, an invitation in the post that reads "You are cordially invited to attend the Very ImPortant New Year's Eve Show, a televised extravaganza supporting the Society for Institutional Safety". It mentions a studio lot in De Chima where the party will be held, the free food and alcohol that will be available, and a request for volunteers to man the telephones and take donations. There is no mention of Lucifer on the invitation.

Fast forward to today. The first few bars of "Santa Baby", the Christmas cover by Dorian Grey and the Hedonists, plays to darkness as the advert begins. The singing begins, and now there are clips of delighted children opening presents, and a warm scene of a family sitting around a fire, and then a few seconds of a silver angel perched on top of a Christmas tree, lights twinkling. It's all very homely and sentimental, and then Lucifer appears. He's sat in what seems like the same warm, well lit room, the reflection of the firelight on his face. ]

Ah, Christmas. That time of the year where parents the world over are forced to sit through half-assed reproductions of the birth of Christ, and everyone else tries to pretend they care about the spirit of giving crap and not the fact that they desperately want the latest console or phone. Santa Claus is, believe it or not, bigger than God. I mean, look at the guy - literally bigger - but then people stopped feeding God their fattened lambs thousands of years ago, it's no wonder he's lost a few pounds.

Anyway, I'm Lucifer. [ He touches his chest. ] Satan. The Morning Star. And I may be everything that the Bible says I am, but for once, I come bearing gifts. To introduce you to a brand new Year of Our Lord, our network has agreed to host an extra special edition of ImPortant!--A Very ImPortant New Years Show! We'll have all sorts of guests, clips from Winger Man and other imPort shows, and an extra special musical performance by Dorian Grey, all to raise money for the Society for Institutional Safety.

Now, isn't that just the perfect spirit of-- [ Lucifer trails off. One of the small children in his chosen poster family has come trotting over with a toy train, which he proceeds to drive across Lucifer's forehead before running around the back of the couch. For a moment the archangel is very still - almost calm before the apocalypse still, his eyes hanging closed - before his eyes slit open again, leaving a kind of serene-but-lethal calm in place. ] ..."good will to all Men"?

[ The clip closes with a flash of the title card of ImPortant! with "A Very" and "New Year's Show!" written above and below the title. The image of Lucifer in his throne on the left hand side of the image is now augmented with tinsel, glittery angel wings and a silver halo. The crap he does for his ratings. This clip may be reposted to the network by Lucifer, but it's also all over the ads on regular TV, exhaustively repeated Please see the OOC post for more details!]

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[Eric appears on the screen, seeming to be sitting in a dimly lit office, glasses on his face. He'd sat there all day really, at his job, doing pretty much nothing. It was laughable, that they'd put him in a position such as this- Eric was a man who liked to be busy, hell he practically needed to be busy.]

Hello fellow imPorts. My name is Dr. Eric Dufosset, as some of you may already know. It seems that there is no end to introductions in this place, with how people come and go seemingly endlessly. [He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, he's just trying to be pleasant.]

I come to you all after another day wasted at my job. So I thought about maybe being a little more vocal about these things. My official title, as dictated to me by those who brought us here is Dream Interpretor. [There's movement to the side as he raises a cup of coffee and takes a sip, clearing his throat before talking again.] But here I am without dreams to interpret.

So, my fellows, would anyone care to tell me a dream? [There's a smile that basically admits he knows no-one will be interested.] Alternatively, there are many other things I can interpret if you'd like to visit my office. I have tarot cards, tea that can be brewed, palms to be read... Just give me something, please. I'm weary of the inertia.

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video; mirrornet (backdated to the 10th)

[Barnaby briefly debated on whether to do this via video or text. Text would likely be easier to digest, especially given the nature of the message. Ultimately, though, he thinks it's better to put an actual face next to this sort of request...so, video it is.

Normally he'd wear his suit for this sort of message, but that's not possible right now ~~THANKS A LOT BUCKY~~. Still, Barnaby looks as composed as usual, blond hair neatly curled, and a polite, neutral expression on his face. Powersuit or no, he's clearly all business.]

By now, many of you are aware of the poison used against us during Sunday's ambush. Thanks to Ms. Kitty Jones' investigations, we now know that the venom contains nanomachines.

Unlike the nanites issued to every imPort upon arrival, however, these particular nanomachines appear to have been designed for the purpose of gathering data. We believe this is because the people injecting and attacking imPorts knew that anyone killed would most likely come back to life, and they wanted to study that process for their own purposes. This would also explain why our assailants were so intent on injecting people who had been killed.

In the interest of investigating further, we would like for those who were injected during Sunday's attack to identify themselves. Feel free to either comment in response to this message or send a private message if you'd rather avoid making such information public.

If you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to contact either myself or Miles Edgeworth.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

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Hello, everyone! [Euphie seems to be sitting in her apartment's living room; she's constructed a fire in the fireplace which flickers in the back, and she's wearing a very warm sweater.] I hope you're all doing very well.

This season certainly is festive, isn't it? There's so much cheer in the air... where I'm from, we don't have anything like this at all, so it's all new and a little exciting to me! I'm not certain I have the whole mythos correct-- I'm not quite sure what the pine trees are meant to represent-- but it really does seem like a lovely type of year.

Is there anyone else who's also experiencing this for the first time? Please, I'd love to hear what your own winter celebrations are like!

[She pauses.] But, ah... it does seem like everywhere is playing the same music, over and over again. Is that part of the tradition too?

VIDEO; a public service announcement

[Aw, look, it’s a cute little preteen! And she is definitely not in jail. Though she does look very serious (in her very serious sweater) as she addresses the camera.]

Hi! For anybody I don’t know, my name’s Mabel! Mabel Pines. And today I have good news and also bad news that has some good news? The totally good news is that I’m doing sweater commissions! So if anybody needs a last minute Hanukkah gift or something for Christmas or any other holiday, just let me know. All I need is a size and what design you want and you’ve got it! My rates are very reasonable.

Now the bad news! So... people might have seen that video on the network last week? The creepy one where the guy who looks like my brother was all like today I’m gonna walk on glass and freak everybody out? Well-- long story short but that’s actually not Dipper! That’s a demon. His name’s Bill and he’s pretty evil and also he can take over people’s bodies. [She looks off camera for a second before continuing.]

Which is all kinds of freaky, right? Don’t worry, we’ve got you covered! There're ways to tell if you're dealing with him or not.

[She holds up a pair of visual aids to the screen. Marvel at this 13 year old's artistic skills.]

And I’ve got these in helpful pamphlet form, too, for anybody who wants. See, I told you there was more good news! So, just to recap-- creepy wrong pupils is bad, triangles are extra bad, and please don’t just punch Dipper or anyone else you might suspect before you check for the warning signs.

--oh and if you’re gonna call us probably don’t call Stan first? It’s bad if his communicator thing goes off during one of his [Airquotes:] “business deals.” It scares the pugs.

[Mabel gives the camera a thumbs up!! Before turning it off.]

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[Duncan looks like a perfectly ordinary Earth dude, if you ignore the fact that he's dressed in some fancy looking leather armour that makes him look like he walked straight out of a fantasy MMO. Mostly what's visible is the gold mantle of his cape and a black hood, both trimmed with white. He's got the hood pulled up, but it doesn't hide his face. Behind him, you can see the obvious decor of a bar.]

So, I would be doing this over text, but apparently good keyboard layouts and slide-out keyboard phones haven't been invented yet and this is too fucking urgent for me to have the patience for that shit.

[deep breath, intense look into the camera]

How the fuck are you supposed to get drunk with a healing factor in the way?

I timed it. I fucking timed it! Three shots, completely sober in five minutes. [he holds up five fingers to emphasize that] Five minutes! That's fucking ridiculous! How am I supposed to live like this?!

[With a frustrated groan, he sets the phone down against the table; the picture goes black and stays that way for a few seconds.]

[then he lifts it back up and gives the camera a more subdued, resigned look]

Heimdall, by the way. Welcome to here, me, I guess.

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[The feed clicks on, showing a slightly flustered looking man in his late thirties... A slightly flustered looking man who only just got a look at his own face when he turned the camera on and visibly shudders.] Merde... [A hand moves up, smoothing down his hair and adjusting his glasses while he tries to calm himself down. He takes a deep breath, releasing it through his nose only a moment later.]

It appears I have been drafted to become a part of this little experiment, a hero as it were. [His voice sounds even enough, his English more than up to standard even with the slight accent.] Normally I would consider this a major problem, however even I can see the scope for discovery here, and well... curiosity is already getting the better of me. [He shakes his head slowly.] It isn't a wise thing, I know this, everyone knows this- it killed the cat, after all.

[He lets out one long sigh.] I must say though, I wouldn't mind speaking with some of you who have been here for a more substantial time period. [He smiles encouragingly.] It would render the whole process a little easier to come to terms with, if there were those available who might answer my questions.

[He rubs a hand through his hair one last time.] I appear to be forgetting myself, however. My name is Doctor Eric Dufosset, I'm somewhat pleased to make all of your acquaintance, regardless of the otherwise unique situation. But as I said, I'd be very obliged with those who would be agreeable enough to speak with me about life here. [Cute man, he's looking for friends.]

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[ The man who first appears on the screen is easily recognisable thanks to the very prominent scowl between his brows. People may have seen it before. Usually it comes about when he’s forced to do something like this. In his hands are varying sheets of paper that he rifles through as though to ignore d’Artagnan and his eager camera.

Athos waits a moment, then two, before he sighs. ] Go on then, I know you’re dying to announce it. Let’s not keep them waiting.

[ That’s all the cue d’Artagnan needs. The camera wheels around to show his face, where he’s looking altogether too pleased with himself. ]

We have something to tell you all. [ The camera lingers on his face for a moment and then shifts up, fixing on a sign bearing a symbol that will be familiar to anyone who’s met the Musketeers. D’Artagnan’s voice accompanies the picture. ] We’d like to welcome you to our new offices.

The thing is, we’re Musketeers. This may not be our world, but we’re still able to work. We’d like to help, in the best way we can. And let’s be honest, I was never going to help anyone at the Renaissance Faire.

So, we’re opening an agency of our own.

[ The camera pans around the office itself, showing a mostly wooden interior, a desk, several chairs, and what looks like a modern coffee machine hidden in one corner. There are several doors, including one that leads out to a yard. A couple of horses can briefly be seen there. ]

We want to do our part, here in De Chima. We’re here to protect you. We’ll be your guards, if you need us. We’ll investigate crimes that you bring to us. You can come to us in confidence, and we’ll do all that we can to help you. This is our work, and we want to get back to it.

[ A large hand grasps to reposition the camera and in looms a set of curls and not much else before the camera settles on a desk and Porthos comes into the frame. ]

Not like we get all the praise and glory, despite it being something that’s been well-deserved by our regiment, in my very humble experience. Only, there’s the bit where we take the best. I mean, I’d accept mediocre if I could train it out of you, but I think Athos might have my head first.

[ Which is actually a good point. Athos makes a noise like clearing his throat and waits until one of his companions angles the device again to get him in it. ] We’re taking anyone who wants to learn and seems as if they’d be capable. Men and women. [ And that’s at least one sign that he’s becoming one with the times. And that he’s not as bad as all that, thank you Porthos. ] We only ask that you be over sixteen and that you are prepared to learn. It is not an easy life, you do not make it without dedication. We would expect much of that. But I can guarantee that it is worthwhile. And if you trust us to teach you then you will not be let down.

[ After all that, d’Artagnan pulls the camera back to himself. All of that seriousness has not gotten rid of his excitement. ]

You can let us know if you’re interested. We open for business two weeks from today. If we can help you, you should get in touch.

( nb: the occ information post is here and sign-ups are here. Athos is black, D’Artagnan is teal and Porthos is purple. )

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At the risk of sounding like a poster for a missing dog, I'm wondering, if, perhaps, anyone has seen a particularly large and eldritch looking staff being dragged around town? Made out of metal, big scary red gem at the top, crescent blade at the end, may or may not be sparking and shooting lightning...

[ And she just got it back, too. What are the odds? ]

I'm not taking any responsibility for accidental electrocutions, by the way. Most of you shouldn't even be able to activate the damnable thing.

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[The video that opens up is surprisingly dark, the only light source being from the comm itself. This in turn makes it very difficult to make out whoever's on the other end, but one thing is clear: It's not normal. If one were to squint hard enough, you might actually swear this is some sort of giant stuffed animal, a rather...panicky looking stuffed animal by the way he seems to be breathing. The itty bitty ears on the top of his head appear to twitch often, and his eyes dart from side to side when he swears he just heard something.

But when the coast is finally clear, said stuffed animal takes a deep breath begins to talk like he's been holding this in for forever.]

Okay okay okay, I am a poor, sad, frightened little bear right now, and I've been crying for hours now and Yosuke STILL hasn't saved me yet. ...Which by the way, is super RUDE!!

[Learn to travel dimensions already Yosuke, god.]

B-B-But there's one thing I need to know bearfore I start crying again.

...Are there topsicles in Americaland?! 'C-Cause if there aren't, I don't think I can do this you guys! ...You guys... Who even are "you guys?" I want my guys... Guys...

[His voice dies out into a tiny whimper and- Oh god, he's sitting in a closet, isn't he?]

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...this may seem a little bit of an odd question, but...well, first I should introduce myself, I suppose. My name's Ari. I'm...still getting used to everything here. It's very different than what I'm used to.

[a beat. how to explain...]

...for example, there's nothing really like...well, this. If you want to contact someone who's far away, you write a letter, or hire someone to write it for you if you're not very good at writing. Like me. [there's a small, nervous chuckle.] Scribes have a good trade, but they don't seem very common here.

So...is there some sort of alternative? I've already realized that there's a lot more people who're comfortable with reading and writing. Is it just something that's taken for granted, here?

[another beat of silence]

Also, if there's anyone who knows much about magic...I'd like to speak with you, please. And...I think that's all, thank you for your time.

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[ The first thing you see....is pumpkins. So many pumpkins. This house is full of pumpkins in various stages of being carved. Those who know Hazel can easily recognize this scene of mass chaos as Residence #11. However, the chalk scribbles on the wall are decidedly not hers. To start with, some of them are in a different language that looks kind of circly.

The personless scene lasts only for a moment before the Doctor scurries into frame, looking a mixture of confused and frowny. He's looking kind of magician, wearing a black coat over a black hoodie. Finally, he's holding an owl by the scruff of it's neck (can you do that with an owl? Who knows, the Doctor's doing so). Said owl is Owlfonso, the skateboarding owl that really doesn't want to be here right now and is desperately trying to peck the Doctor's fingers. ]

I want to clarify first that for once, none of this is my fault. [ except the chalk writing, which is obviously his, but that either a: goes without commenting on or b: the Doctor's forgotten it by now. also wow, that sure is a Scottish accent ] That being said- [ WHAM the camera gets a face full of owl ]

Is this normal? I mean, normal for owls. Is this how I can tell this dimension apart from my dimension? No eyepatches, no goatees, just owls that can suddenly skateboard? [ He backs poor Owlfonso away from the camera, as the Doctor's still got an expression that's pure 'what the hell is this shit' ] Well, skateboarding owls and a postponed perestroika. Spoilers, you're twenty years out of date.

[ pause, frown. The Doctor looks over at poor Owlfonso with a sort of resigned expression. ] The alternate dimension of owls and Communism. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

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Case File 007; Text; backdated to 9/10

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Miles Edgeworth, and I had the misfortune of meeting with our "esteemed" Doctor Crane before he unleashed his research on the university. Seeing as he's still on the loose, here's what I've observed about some of his abilities. Unfortunately, my knowledge is limited, at best. If anyone can elaborate, it would be most appreciated.

1) He has a connection of some kind to crows, and in the past, has used them to spy on others and collect information. He may simply be able to communicate with them, though others have suggested shapeshifting as a possibility. From what I've observed, though, the former seems more likely.

2) He can affect people's emotions with a single touch. In my experience, he was able to instill an almost supernatural calm in me. I do not know if this is the extent of his control, or if he can influence other emotions, as well. It seems that skin to skin contact is required for this ability to take effect, but I still recommend caution, just in case I happen to be mistaken.

While I shared this information with RISE, I apologize for not sharing it with the general public earlier. I also apologize to everyone who was concerned about me and Kay Faraday. I should have announced my presence, and shared what I found out, much earlier.

Speaking of Ms Faraday, she and Franziska von Karma were sent back home earlier this month, for those who missed it. Her own murder of crows seem to be lingering around, though; if anyone is concerned about the differences between her birds and Crane's, please contact me privately.

[The message is a bit late for Kay and Franziska's friends; the would have noticed their absence by now. However, that last message isn't intended for friends, exactly]

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[As if his warm, unventilated, mascot-suited hero's welcome to Heropa weren't embarrassing enough, Kung Jin's also discovered that a certain someone has accidentally bewitched the local toilets.

Sentient, vengeful toilets. While employed at one of the city's busiest fast food joints. It's safe to assume that it's been A Day for him.

When he turns the video feed on, however, he's at his assigned housing and has managed to ease himself down to simmering hate as opposed to a rolling boil. He's clearly looking worse for wear: his clothes are damp and steadily dripping, but also... showing scorch marks in a few places. (That may or may not be a scrap of charred vinyl costume fused to his sleeve.) Jin takes to wringing his long ponytail out over his shoulder and addressing the network at large: ]

So, apart from Soviet toilets, what other all-powerful evils are we supposed to be fighting here? Not that I can't handle myself, but I'm a little overqualified for plumbing.

[A beat. He sniffs, drying his hands on his shirt.]

By the way, I'm new: I think I have the gist of this whole thing, but if there's anything else I should know, I'm all ears. [of course, he's scanned the brochure cover to cover, but that's no match for on-the-ground information if he can get it.]