01 - video

Aug. 9th, 2015 08:44 pm
miteiest: (when she walks by)
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[It’s been a while since Pym’s been seen around the city. A combination of all-too-justified paranoia and a general lack of knowledge on the surrounding geography has contributed to that. The scant knowledge he has availed himself to isn’t all that comforting, considering his colleagues at the university seemed to know him before he even introduced himself, and the work left for him was already half-completed under his own name. An algorithm based on his own work on quantification of emotions has led him to discard the possibility of his previous stay being an impostor, and while that would be unsettling for most people, when you’ve gone through as many breakdowns and fugue states as Dr. Hank Pym, it becomes terrifying. The only question is, what did he do while he was here?]

Ah. Hello. This is Hank. Hank Pym.

I’ve already been filled in on the fact that somebody—err, that I was here for a while. I was wondering if somebody could fill me in on the details on what I did during that time.

[His not-so-subtle way of asking what he screwed up this time.]

Oh, also, I apologize if anyone has noticed an increase in ants around the dorms lately. I don’t really keep them in an enclosed space, so they seem to have scattered off while I was missing.


Jun. 9th, 2015 07:09 pm
notasaviour: (human - upset - doubtful)
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[His ID currently reads Hulkling, and there's not much point being in audio to talk about something that's in a video clip, but he can't really deal with being visible right now. He hates drawing attention to himself, he's always preferred to be part of the group whenever possible. And yes, he knows this is going to draw possibly more attention. But he can't help wanting to apologise, even if intellectually he can understand it wasn't entirely his fault.

He also doesn't want people getting a look at the room he shares with his boyfriend. The room he hasn't left much for a couple of days.

When he talks, he sounds a little tired. Sleep hasn't been the easiest thing for him, the last couple of days.]

You know, one of the last things I said to anyone before the whole... random anger thing was that I wasn't usually subject to uncontrollable rage despite the name. Irony, huh?

[Although he isn't sounding very amused by it. Not the funny kind of irony, clearly.]

How do you get over knowing someone- something else got in your head and messed with your thoughts? Because if anyone has a suggestion, I'd like to hear it.

[He hesitates, and then adds-]

Sorry. Just give me another couple of days, I'll be fine.
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[When the feed goes live it shows the top half of a man, wearing a simple black blazer and a white dress shirt. He is well poised and has his hands flat down on the table he's sitting at, a relaxed smile on his face as he checks to make sure the device is recording before he begins.]

Hello everyone. I understand it's been a hectic past week of sorts, especially for people just arriving here such as myself, so I hope everything is back in sorts and everyone is feeling more themselves.

[He breathes out a small amused sound, though it comes out more awkward and an attempt to lighten what may still be a sour mood. He taps his fingers on the table and continues.]

My name is Harrison Wells, and I work as a physicist back in my 'world' — so to speak — specializing in particle physics and quantum mechanics. [He pauses with his mouth half-open, as if pondering on what to say next, before going on.] I was also the founder and director of a research facility called S.T.A.R. Labs, or Scientific and Technological Advanced Research Labs for long, if anyone happens to recognize the name. If not, then don't worry about it. From what I gather every world has its own ticks here and there that make it unique and distinguishable from the next.

[He's really only tossing it out as a bait, to see if there are people here from his world or tangent worlds that would recognize a landmark scientific facility. If he finds people who recognize it, good. If he doesn't, then it's not the end of all things.]

Here I've been employed as a Kinematics Professor in the local university in Heropa, so if you happen to attend or work there then I'm sure you'll be seeing me around often. If you are interested in attending a class, please let me know. I plan to teach both a 101 and an advanced course in the summer and fall and I encourage even those who are not inclined to the sciences to give it a try. [The tips of his smile crease up, his grin turning slightly toothy.] I promise, I am a patient teacher, and won't give up on anyone who doesn't give up on themselves.

Introductions to the side, I want to pose a more personal question and ask for opinions on this situation so to speak. Your experiences, good or bad, although you don't need to go into detail if you don't want to.

In fact I'll go first, since it's only fair: a little more than a year ago, in my world, a portion of the population in my home city became affected with genetic mutations which caused people to develop powers— ones not much different from the kind people are given here by the nanites. [He pauses with a gentle inhale of breath through his mouth, taking off his glasses while he does and holding them by a temple arm between his index finger and thumb, before exhaling it out quietly.] Since that time I've been working with a team to identify and research these cases, along with trying to provide help when we could. Some people used their powers for the good of the public and others for their...own purposes. My team experienced issues with the military because of this as well, not unlike the kind that this world has with the imPorts.

[He shakes his head lightly, remembering the distaste of his dealings with a certain General, and puts his glasses back on with a strong blink to readjust his eyes.]

I must admit to being somewhat on edge because of this. It makes me uneasy to think that not only powers are being handed out, but also that there is a government force behind it all. Powers mean...different things, to different people. So if anyone wants to share their thoughts with me, any kind really, I'd be interested in a discussion.

If not, then I have nothing more to say for now. [He shrugs loosely.] This "blogging" style of messaging never really suited my tastes.

[010] VIDEO

May. 1st, 2015 08:15 pm
bulwank: @vouloir (onehundredeight)
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[The sky is blue, the birds are singing- till they suddenly fly the hell off and out of the frame of the video once someone starts to yell. Gamagori is on screen, you're welcome. You might be familiar with him by now, either from various public announcements or events, or from his monthly patrols in all the ImPorts cities, usually ranging from 2 to 5 stories high.]

[Today he's showing up with someone else though, a looming smaller figure on the left, arms crossed. Blue hair, a white Goku Uniform in contrast to the gold and black one Gamagori always wears. They match, sort of? Inumuta remains quiet though as he stands beside him, for now, letting Gamagori speak.]

Gamagora Ira, Registered, Nonah ImPort Ambassador, and Inumuta Houka, Registered ImPort, both here now with a few announcements! Your attention please, Registered and unRegistered alike! This concerns all of you!

[Despite the volume, Inumuta seems completely unphased by it, standing at attention with his collar covering his mouth.]

[Gamagori takes a breath, moving to fold his arms behind him, chest out.]

First! Let me personally thank all those who assisted with last month's unfortunate events. Everyone that took part in assisting not only their peers but the civilians entangled in it deserve acknowledgement! Not everyone was prepared for something so intense but let it show all those new to this world or those dismissing the possibilities that there will always be a conflict ready to strain our backs and wrack our minds! We must always be ready! Concerning this- I will continue within this announcement, I urge all of you to keep your attention here until then!!

But first, I will allow my team mate a word considering another finished project.

[Gamagori will then step aside, though of course still managing to take up a lot of the screen. At least he better opens it up for Inumuta to step forward and speak. With nothing near the same ostentation that Gamagori presents himself with, Inumuta rather plainly steps forward and adjusts his glasses with the tip of his middle finger.]

Hello. As Gamagori had announced a short while ago, I have been working on an A.I. program, which I've since dubbed the Automated imPort Response System. It's job will be that if anyone, Registered or not, has a question related to imPort events, past or present, it will be able to answer them to the best of it's abilities. However, as an always learning artificial intelligence, there are still a few things it doesn't understand yet, and so please report to me any strange responses it gives. Thank you.

[And with that, he steps back to where he had been before taking his turn to speak.]

Thank you, Inumuta. [Said with a small nod as Gamagori steps back up, clears his throat, and raises his head.] And with that, I will continue concerning our preparation as imPorts here.

As many of you are aware, I, Gamagori Ira, as well as both Ambassadors of Maurtia Falls and De Chima, was given the responsibility of writing a bill to be passed in my city! Only recently has this been passed. I have been given permission to oversee the planning and creation of an ImPort Training Facility!

For those of you looking to sharpen your skills and learn to better discipline your powers and abilities! Or those merely wishing to handle their every day life with what the Porter has granted them and have no interest in pursuing the goals of a hero, this facility is open to you, Registered and Unsettled alike!

The creation of this facility is completely funded but will be accepting further funding to support the grande array of powers it should contain. Anyone with the interest and ability in planning, constructing, and managing this facility, make yourselves known! This is to be a structure able to withstand shifts in mass, elemental properties, changes in speed and exceptional feats of strength, among the many other abilities we've been given. Rooms designed to train in various situations for individuals or groups alike, a medical wing for those in need of such attention and those with the desire to learn it for themselves! Complete with a training program for all imPorts wanting to teach or to learn from others with abilities like their own!

Finally we will have a place to spar and train away from the possibility of harming others!

[He's really getting worked up about this... Gamagori just loves discipline though, gosh, and a facility for training? All aboouut discipline. But he'll take a breath, closing his eyes for a moment before continuing.]

A project like this will take time and effort, and we have been given allowance to not only create it as we see fit, but to control it ourselves. This Training Facility will be optional to imPorts, so if you have no interest in taking part or even using it in the future, dont. But to anyone able to assist in it's creation, or wishing to help manage it when it has been finished, I, as well as Inumuta Houka are open to questions.

Concerning the Tutoring Program, there will be an Application Process, if you have an interest in taking part as a tutor or will be looking for a tutor once the Facility is opened, please see to filling one out. I will begin going over them in the future, so if you don't get a response soon after, wait.

On a final note- LOCATION. [A breath, frowning a bit as he raises his head.]

Due to the SIZE this building may be once finished, it's location will not be in Nonah! So I ask you for your ideas on the best place to raise this project! Considering how far it may be, there will also be need for a group of individuals willing to work on a fast transit system, like the Porters even, that will assist imPorts in going to and from what location we choose.

Thank you for listening. [Not that you really have a choice since that power of his makes you listen...] We will now open our time up to questions, comments, and ideas, should you have anything else that may be a good addition to this project.

01 | Video

Apr. 13th, 2015 11:12 pm
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Good evening, my fellow imPorts!

My name's David Xanatos, founder and CEO of Xanatos Enterprises. Don't worry if you haven't heard of it; it doesn't exist here. Or rather, it didn't, but I do mean to change that. I'm somewhat accustomed to working on the bleeding edge of medical and engineering research, and I'd like to continue working towards the benefit of humanity, no matter where I am.

I understand that we have a number of people in this world, imPorts like myself, who work in these fields? If so, please contact me at the earliest convenience. I intend to reward hard work and technical skill quite handsomely.

It's been a pleasure meeting you all.
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[The video flips onto Will, situated at an older, well-worn desk in front of a window that seems to have come standard with the building itself. Right outside the window, right behind Will, is one of those ads featuring Chrollo. It all looks very cramped, though Will has managed to take the time to actually shave and get a haircut and put in the basic effort to look socially presentable. He's even wearing a plain white shirt and dark blue tie, nothing plaid in sight. Like it's normal! Tiny space, business dress, a totally shirtless dude in a cologne ad if he looks over his shoulder, everything is fine.]

Good afternoon, imPorts. Two things. [Will's eyes occasionally lift from the camera, as though there's someone giving him cues.] My name is Will Graham, and I've just taken on the position of working as a liaison between the police and our imPort population. Ideally, there would be a clearer line of communication between the two. If anything happens and you're uncomfortable going to the police yourself, for any reason, that's what I'm here for. [Eyes flick up. Well.] And to encourage you to go to the police when the need for it arises—they can't help if we keep them in the dark and doing everything on our own without giving them any notice serves to only add onto later headaches.

[So basically don't be Miles Edgeworth with the whole Yuri Petrov is Lunatic thing. Be him in the way that he was right, don't be him going to the Network for vigilante justice without doing anything else first. Okay? Okay. Good. Not that Will's incapable of just telling them about by looking at his own communicator, but he's not sure that's the best thing to share. Not immediately. The eyes shifting stops as Will takes a breath. Too much talking, goodness.]

For the second, since she was always quite good at stirring the pot, I'd like to add that Freddie Lounds, the journalist behind Tattlecrime: Heropa, seems to have been Ported out as of the end of February. [Casually leaving out what happened to her before that, delivery matter-of-fact, void of any and all emotion towards her.] I assume the site will be left as is, but there won't be any further updates. ["Updates" being a loose word for it; the way he emphasizes it is the first slip in the neutral mask, Will sounding irritated above all else. Got a bad taste in his mouth about it all.] If you have any questions, let me know.

[No "thank you for listening," no "goodbye," Will leaves it at that, flicks the camera off. That's all, folks.]
bulwank: @shuumei (fortyseven)
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[He clicks onto video in the usual fashion. All pomp and circumstance. Usual uniform and posture, chest out, shoulders back, arms crossed infront of him. His customary uh, frown? Actually not as customary as usual, it looks more- severe. Pulled at his face, more wrinkled, maybe even a vein slightly beating in his forehead. He's over all more tense that usual and as he opens his mouth and pulls in a deep breath you might expect the usual as well but-]

Greetings ImPorts. Those of you who are new, those of you I have yet to speak to- I am Gamagori Ira, Cape Canaveral Bootcamp Instructor and Nonah ImPort Ambassador. Hello.

First allow me to thank all those who took part in and enjoyed the Swear-In Ceremony and Event in Nonah, as well as the other two in both De Chima and Maurtia Falls. Much planning and work had went into all three events and while I know the other Ambassador's will see to thanking you themselves, I speak for all of us- thank you for your participation. Those of you who Registered, those interested in it but have yet to decide, if you have any question I am available, yet with that- allow me to go to my next announcement.

There will be an Automated ImPort Response System created not long from now, programmed by ImPort Inumuta Houka. While there are many FAQs and directories created for ImPorts should they have questions, this System will allow for a quick and more personal approach to having your questions answered should the usual individuals to ask be busy. This System will answer any ImPort related questions and will be available to all Imports. As soon as it has been finished I will make sure to update you all via the ImPort Network. If you have any questions concerning this System, please direct them to Mr. Inumuta or myself.

[And then

A pause.]

[Gamagori seems to bristle, clenching his teeth and tucking his chin down next to his gradually expanding chest muscles, flexed and yes- PISSED. His Porter granted ability to draw attention to him with his voice always in affect but now he'll simply gain attention from pure rage and volume alone. His eyes close for a moment.

Then pop open.

Glaring lasers into the camera as he raises his chin high.]

And now- I will get to my FINAL ANNOUNCEMENT. [Snarls, his nostrils flaring, his upper lip curled.]

It has COME TO MY ATTENTION, that SOMEONE has found it appropriate to QUAKE THE EARTH AND SCAR IT'S CRUST NEAR THE CITY OF NONAH. Earlier today as many of you might have felt, the ground shook under us. This was no mere natural tremor but A BLATANT DISPLAY OF UNNECESSARY FRIVOLITY! Upon inspecting the area I found there to be a COLOSSAL DISAPPOINT in the form of a pit. This sort of gratuitous melodrama will NOT BE TOLERATED!!

While I understand the need to hone one's skills and practice should the future thrust upon you the unexpected, you WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO DO SO WITH SUCH LACKING RESPONSIBILITY!

[A deep breath again. His puffs out a heavy breath, might as well be steam coming from him by now. Gamagori bristles again, whipping his arms down and clenching his fists at his sides.]

While I am willing to accept an apology and offer of retribution should the culprit come forth, the punishment shall be far more severe should YOU HIDE FROM ME!

So I suggest you make yourself known, now.

Thank you.


Mar. 17th, 2015 04:27 pm
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[ Peter doesn't look entirely pleased, but for the most part he's just sort of hanging out at work, taking a breather and all that. It's not like there's a million and a half things to do once you're done cleaning out the ambulance and so here he is, ready to face the world and... pose a question.

He... really doesn't like putting his face on the network very much though. But, even so-

Anyone here ever lose time? I don't mean going back home or finding out that you've been here before and don't remember. I mean, just- [ He's reaching for words here, glancing off for a second. ] One second you're some place, and then another you're somewhere else and two days have gone by. And you weren't anywhere during all of it. Just misplaced.

And I'm not talking about amnesia. Been there, done that. I still remember all those days now that i've got my memory back. It's different.

I'm talking about just losing your place here. I don't even remember where I went. If I went anywhere at all. I know where I was, and then the next thing I knew two days had gone by and I don't know where the hell they went.

[ He huffs a breath, looking a touch concerned before he gets over himself and hops down from where he was sitting. ] Figured i'd see if anyone else had been through the same thing.
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[ it's been a while since kanaya has been on video, and a while since she's felt presentable enough to be. but here, in whatever office she's working in, she seems to have taken all the necessary effort, pink lipstick and earrings to match her ever-inexplicable reading glasses. visible signs of guilt have never been her style, too much a ploy for attention. too pitiful. she's stable enough now to not make that mistake again.

never one to waste time not multitasking, even while she speaks, she's shuffling and organizing a stack of papers. desk work may be a little dull, but at least it's legal and safe.

I suppose recent events demand an accounting of the truth, some settling of where exactly it lies. And that file that was leaked about me, of course, is all true. The bit about Hobgoblin is no surprise to anyone who's been paying attention, but the multiple murders? Yes, that also was me.

And I stand by each of them, bereft of context as they are. I'm not the sort who'd only talk about the morals behind it, after all. I'm not here to defend myself, either. That the information was publicized is one matter, but I think the why of it is more important to discuss.

[ she doesn't stop shuffling papers, but she moves her main focus to the camera, only glancing down every now and then to what she's doing, to make sure it's being sorted correctly. ]

It's easy to point the finger at the Hornets. They were the instigating factor, of course, spreading whatever mental infection they'd concocted to act through us as their agents. It's what they did that had me railing against us, both through physical action and the propagation of an agenda to establish the danger imPort powers presents. [ conveniently, or perhaps loyally, leaving out inumuta's name. if people know, they know, but she doesn't have to drag his name through the mud alongside her. ] Not something I'd have chosen to do, an yet, it happened. But, here on the other side, left to my own thoughts without anyone else's encroaching them, I have to wonder. Didn't they have something of a point?

As imPorts, we are a gun that is not only loaded, but recently found smoking. Certainly, the government can advocate as they like, say that we were victims just the same as anyone on the other end of that gun, but I think that insults those endangered by our proximity. We are dangerous, and simply because we hesitate to pull that trigger ourselves, that doesn't mean it isn't possible for another to pull it for us. Something must be done for that.

[ she puts a halt to her paper pushing, knitting her fingers under her chin. this part is important, and she wants them to know it. she isn't here to argue, not today, so if she can reduce the arguments with a few words, she can hopefully avoid them. ]

Now, in order to properly address what I am saying, let's first get out of the way what I'm not. The Hornets weren't right, there is a difference between being right and having a point. They were just as dangerous to this world and its people as we are, and perhaps more so, for their willingness to fire the weapon regardless of the damage. They lacked the self awareness to recognize their own toxicity, which is where we must be better than them.

[ she spreads her hands, braking their clasp. ] I'm also not saying that mandatory nullification should be initiated across the board. Not now that I'm speaking clearly and singularly, at least. Nick Alford felt otherwise, but...extremities of that sort are hardly the first place to leap to. But I do believe some oversight is necessary, and I no more trust the government's capability nor willingness than I did when I first registered. Less so, if anything, with their response to recent matters.

We have to be better. We have to find true, solid solutions to promise we will be better. This is something we should be considering and discussing. Even if the blame isn't necessarily ours, the responsibility for addressing the aftermath is. We're meant to be populated with a number of brilliant minds, why not put them to use?

[ resting her chin in one hand, she props an elbow up on the desk, staring off thoughtfully. ] Maybe some kind of defense against mental compromise, [ she taps a finger against her temple. ] that would be a good first step. Just don't make it ugly.

[ she takes a moment to reexamine her papers, then reaches over to shut off the recording before continuing. ]
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[Behold, the image of April Ludgate in her very best Rosie the Riveter cosplay as she addresses the nation. Beside her, Mitch is in his usual suit and tie, his face more exhausted and drawn than he’d often been before, but no more so than some of the older members from the City would know that he still looks pretty well-rested -- compared to the man who’d been running the City. But at least there’s a look about him, kind of excited, a smile on his face. ]

Now my associate over here -- [ He looks back at April. ] -- are you going by Rosie now?

[There is a moment of April just smiling- semi-tightly, in a biting my tongue so hard way- at Mitch, before turning the Paid To Be Cheerful Smile at the camera.]

That’s me, Ms. Production E for...today.

[And it’s back to you, boss. She’ll just be posing in the Riveter style for now.]

Alright, well, I guess if you were hanging out at the convention, nobody can blame you. Anyway -- a few bits of business. I don’t need to introduce myself, but if you’re new, and you live in De Chima, you’ll be seeing a lot of me. I’m Mitchell Hundred, also the ambassador for this fine city, but just call me Mitch. [ The smile? It screams politician. ]

Anyway, I don’t think I’ve had much time to talk to the whole lot of the network as much as I’ve wanted to. There are a few things I’d like to get to today, and April has something as well. I’m happy to say that I’ve been working very hard to arrange something with the government in De Chima, and after being awarded a small grant, I have an opportunity to bring something to our people here in De Chima. What I’m looking for is someone in the tech business to please let me know if you’re willing to work on a small project. I can provide details after speaking privately.

Now, barring that, I’m happy to say that we’ll also be arranging a swear-in next week. April here had an excellent idea, and we’ll also need support from the different groups and companies in De Chima, so if anyone would like to lend a hand to assist us -- either financially or by bringing your patronage or corporation by, we’ll be happy to have you. I’d like to showcase the many companies that we have in De Chima with a sort of trade show at the convention center, and also…
[ A pause, and he looks at April. ]

Well, I think I’ll leave the rest to Miss Ludgate.

Ms. Production E. But- [Then the fake saleswoman smile is back in force.]

We’re going to fully celebrate the joys of American capitalism with a not-in-anyway-date related auction. Involving you. We need things and tricks to sell off to our adoring public.You all have powers or...maybe even a skill or something. Put them to use. Sell off showing up at some kids birthday party and flying around. Or cooking lessons. Or just a piece of rock you signed because it looked pretty. Homemade blood voodoo dolls...I don’t know what you do. Then normal people and other imPorts will bid, and it’ll all go to making the cities we live in less on fire. The event’ll be live and streaming- online bids allowed. So…


[She looks back up at Mitch. Her job is officially done here.]

[ Mitch takes it back up with a politician perfect smile, like the drop is something that he’d been waiting for. ]

If you’re interested, either in swearing-in, or coming by to see what De Chima has to offer, please feel free to stop by during the swear in. I’m going to try to have a few extras for everyone -- funding willing. But please, feel free to stop by, I think it’ll be fun, for everyone involved.

[ OOC SIGNUPS are over here. ]
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[ Those lurking the comm the afternoon of March 9th will spot Jolly Jonah himself staring near aimlessly into the camera. The man is sitting on a brown recliner, and he's tired. It not hard to tell, especially given the pile of paper that can be seen just out of the frame and the fact that there are at least 8 stogies in the ash tray next to him. He's got a new one in his mouth right now, actually!

But still, for as tired as he looks, you'd never guess that by the way he speaks. While most new imPorts have a reputation for being rather displeased with being so rudely yanked from their homes, JJ's overall demeanor is...surprisingly pleasing. So much so, that he begins speaking at a mile a minute as soon as the video turns on. ]

Well, it's about damn time somebody recognized my heroics! Looks like whoever's doing the import thing is finally makin' some steps in the right direction, eh? I mean, just reading about some of the weirdos you've brought in before me? Glad to see you're starting to pick out some upstanding citizens like myself!

[ He taps his cigar against the ashtray next to him, getting rid of the excess ash. Some gets on the arm of the chair, but J.J. doesn't flinch at that. ]

In fact, I recommend that whoever is running this damn thing pick out my son next! John Jameson, real American hero, that one! Don't bring in my wife, though. Lord knows that I could barely stand her back in New York, can't deal with all the friggin' nagging she'd do down here.

[ Suddenly, his entire demeanor changes. He now speaks to the camera head-on, dissuading any need for tangents. He's large and in charge and everybody has to know. ]

You can call me J. Jonah Jameson! Why am I telling you this, you might ask? Well, maybe if you stopped askin' so many damn questions in the first place and let someone with intelligence speak, I could tell you! Anyway, point is, that is a name you ingrates are gonna be hearing a lot from now on. See, back where I come from, I was a pretty big deal! Nobody wanted to mess with the likes of me!

So, for all of the so-called "vigilantes" out there? There's a new hero in town and the only superpower he needs is the power of the press!


Feb. 13th, 2015 07:10 am
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So it's another month, dragging in another batch of people, yeah? These porters. They drag 'em from anywhere, anytime--anyone. There's nothing and no one that's safe. I've been here long enough, I know how it goes.

And I get it. They can send us the best of one place, one world--or the utter fucking worst. Or one of each. Whatever they want, it's got nothing t' do with us--and we're not allowed to make requests. Because that's life, right? Just take it as it comes. And maybe it's nothing they can control. Just some big-- beam, set on random, dragging people here.

But taking people away. That's different. What happens to the people they brought here, that just-- disappear? Not the ones that die. Not the ones that get killed. The ones that are here, one night, and then the next morning, just--gone. No notes, no explanations. Taken away. They get sent home? Christ, d'you know what that sounds like to me, that sounds like bullshit. They can't send us back, they can't send us home, but it might happen at random?

[A little more tightly, barely contained:]

They took my friend from me. I can't just forget that. I've been trying, believe me. But I can't forget her. And you don't have t' tell me, it's what happens, it's old news. Everyone who's been here long enough has lost people to this, to disappearing. But me? No, I can't get over it. So I want t' know, what everyone thinks happens after. I want t' know what everyone knows. Because I want her back, or I want to know what's happened to her. And I'll do whatever I have to, to figure that out.

[ps as a note: all of Mitchell's replies will be voice in case I screw up subject lines]
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So. It's come to my attention that we are like-- [he squints off-camera for a moment] three days away from Valentine's, and I've only got two questions: Where's the party, and who's in the market for a date? For the record, I am a Capricorn with exceptional taste in music, poetry, cars and alcohol.

[-- a slight pause.]

And, I mean. Come on, look at me.

[The most ridiculous, devil-may-care grin imaginable. Hear ye, hear ye, ladies and gents, Jim Kirk has the floor. But after a moment it fades and he clears his throat, going back to 'business', so to speak.]

Name's Kirk! Friends call me Jim. I'm new, but don't worry about the welcome wagon. Got that sorted out on my own. My kingdom for a good hamburger.

[And with an airy little wave, he disconnects.]

[ooc; 4th walling info for the curious!]
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[Who's tired of newbies fumbling with communicators?

Well too bad, because the scowl you're treated to tonight is from another guy doing just that. And boy, does he ever know how to scowl. He's also wearing plate armor, from what's visible in the video, and a pair of the fluffiest fur pauldrons you've probably ever seen.]

Maker's breath, why am I even--

Oh, ah... is this on? Er. Right.

I'm looking for a certain group of people, and I wonder if anyone might direct me to them if they happen to be here? The first is a woman by the name of Trevelyan, the Lady Trevelyan. She might also be known as the Inquisitor, if that means anything to anyone. Or if anyone's heard the names Cassandra Pentaghast, Josephine Montilyet, or Leliana? I'd even settle for Varric right now. We were in the middle of something rather important before... all of this, and I.... Well, I've been told there's no means of getting back quickly, but I would prefer to know that they're safe, at least.

And as I was repeatedly assured that I am trapped here for the foreseeable future, I suppose I must find some means of employment. I've been offered a position, but I must confess, I... don't entirely understand what it entails.

What is "spandex"?
selfimage: — ɢᴀʀʙᴇᴛᴛ — (Always crashing the same car.)
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Ugh. So very ugh.

[ quite a way to start a broadcast. he looks a little over-dramatically cranky. there's a moment where he adjusts the camera, leaning forward to change the angle once. twice. three times. then he lifts his hands in surrender when it won't sit the way that he pleases. ]

Right—hello. Quite a lot of new faces out there, aren't there? And some old ones. Blah blah blah, pleasantries. Let's jump right into sharing time. That's right, it's been a very adventure-filled last few days. [ he straightens his voice before diving right in. ] A knight, wrought with scorn, and little ol' me, unfortunate enough to be struck by lightning while minding my own business. [ does he ever mind his own business? he hadn't even been concerned about that whole lightning thing. well, too bad for Loki. ] Between the trek out into the woods, yelling about monotheistic purgatory-places, and seeking out a particularly nefarious rival, I woke up in an ally in Nonah after being kicked out of a seedy bar for—drum roll, please—giving a passionate speech about the art of self-sacrifice and the importance of the reign of the current queenly monarch. Many feelings were roused. You dares were exchanged among the boos. It was in French. I don't think anyone got it. Er—well, I got it, I suppose.

No need to fret at all. I'm very back to normal now after a very stupid bender. [ he waves his hand, wiggling dark nailed fingers. ] Insert obligatory warning about freaky lightning here. I'm getting a bucket of spicy chicken wings and a pint of fudge ice cream. Toodles.
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We're the good guys.

( for her first address to the network, irene mimicks what she was told upon first arriving, no matter how hazy the circumstances surrounding her arrival might be. she certainly doesn't waste time; her address to the group at large is barely fifteen minutes after she is dropped off at her new home. as much as she hates to add to the general confusion that seems to be going around, she wants answers. immediately.

her appearance is as it always is: calm. put together. her tone is nonchalant, mocking even, and less than distressed. lipstick immaculate, hair pinned neatly. she doesn't look inconvenienced in the least. )

Good is so subjective, isn't it? I'm quite certain anyone would say they were 'good' if given the chance, regardless of what their actions prove. All this talk of justice, heroics, saving people....

( the way her sentence trails off is very intentional. )

Well, you can forgive a girl for being a bit skeptical.

( her gaze on the camera is pointed, and her smirk dares, prove me wrong. she's information gathering. surely there has to be at least one person out there who likes to overshare. after all, there always is. )

( ooc: i have an opt out and a permission post for anyone who is interested. )

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Feb. 5th, 2015 09:52 pm
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[ Hank's not particularly keen on being on camera right now, being shabby looking and aggravated to be here again, and most of all, feeling disorientated and a haunting deja vu at all of this. But he knows appearing as himself is important. The start of video begins quietly. It's dark in the background but unlike his last communication, he's definitely in a room. ]

Hello. It looks like I've been taken out of the loop for a while.

[ A pause, his hand fiddle with a remote-looking piece of technology. ]

The last memory I have of this place is working with people — people that I found out are gone now — to build a community hub. I don't remember an exact time or place or anything more precise than that. It's—It's a bit foggy for me, like a dream and

Well. I would say it's unsettling but it's more than that. Being out taken out of something and to be put back in place...

[ Hank rubs at the stubble forming along his jaw, taking another pause to focus. ] I can't really shake off how weird this feels because something like this has happened to me before. Someone else took my place and I had no memory of what happened in the time I was gone. I can scan the network all I want but that doesn't tell me much.

If anyone listening can confirm for me that there was no one here who looked like me or went by the name Hank Pym was active and present sometime between fall, September or October - it does't matter, and now, that would clear a lot of things up.

Thank you.

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Aug. 7th, 2014 08:18 am
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[ The feed opens up with a young woman in what is presumably her apartment. Muted daylight streams in from an off-screen window, tinged bluish-gray for drizzling rain (also heard, though not seen). If not for this cast of color, the wall behind her would be a recently-painted white; it bears no decoration or ornament aside from this fresh coat. As for the focus of the broadcast: an Asian girl in her late teens sits, straight-backed and tense-shouldered, giving her communicator (though not its camera) a focused stare. The most striking thing about her is her hair, of course: a pale, unnatural-seeming sea foam shade of green, with her long fringe swept to comb over her left eye. Beneath that curtain of hair can be seen the lower edge of a red swatch of fabric. The down-turned corner of her visible eye—iris an off-gold color—would make even a neutral expression seem sad.

This is a new and exciting change of pace — if you know anything about the person currently broadcasting.

There we are. [ Murmured words; Ruka finally meets gaze with the camera, but gives no smile in greeting. ] So, I'll do my best to keep this brief: I'm looking for a new roommate.

[ Her voice is middling-low in pitch, steady and bored, and her slight accent sounds more closely related to an English-speaking European inflection than an American one. ]

It's a two-bedroom in Maurtia Falls. Not unspeakably far from this town's Porter. We only signed the lease a couple weeks ago, so it's still very new. Full range of kitchen appliances. All of them still work. One bathroom. Not very lived in, yet, if that matters to you.

[ Ruka reaches forward, taking hold of the communicator. She rotates it in a slow three-sixty pan of the living room while she talks. It's very bare: there's the couch she's sitting on, a window, a bookshelf against one wall; a coffee table with two coasters, no cups; the front door, with a coat rack beside it; a partition, then the dining area, possessing a table with three chairs and space for a missing fourth; a wall, panning to the entrance of a darkened hallway, then to another wall; Ruka again. It's a small apartment, and if it weren't for the fact Ruka were in the broadcast, it wouldn't look lived in at all. ]

It's not very big, but it's a lot quieter than living with four other people. The weather is much better up here. It's terrible, I mean, but even so, it's a lot better than the humidity of Heropa.

I moved in with a friend, but he's been exPorted; we have a couple months' rent already paid for, but, it's not a place I can afford to keep by myself, and I'd rather not break the lease, either. Any interested person may apply; I'm not too picky, really. I'd prefer someone closer to my age, but that's not a deal-breaker. I don't mind if you're not human. If you turn out to be a serial killer, though, I don't want to find body parts in the freezer.

[ That's obviously a joke.

... Right......?

If you're interested, let me know. My name's Ruka.


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Aug. 5th, 2014 12:11 am
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[The woman that comes on the screen is a striking figure with her bright blue eyes, ornate jewelry, and pale blue skin. Life would probably be easier for Samara if she tried to hide how she looked, but she’s used to life not being easy.]

As a Justicar I am used to receiving an unusual amount of attention. [When she speaks there’s an almost unnatural amount of calmness in her voice.] Never quite so much though. It is strange to find myself in a place where humans have such little experience with races beyond their own. [The calmness extends to that statement, although some may be able to pick up just a tiny hint of interest in her voice. Samara is actually almost curious about the reactions she gets from people. In fact, she’s curious about the reactions she will continue to get from new people.]

Strange but certainly interesting. I have found myself unusually curious as to how people will continue to adapt to my presence. [Or if they will ever adapt at all. She pauses for a second as she lifts her arm to look at the area where the tattoo is located.]

I am afraid, however, that I cannot comply with this government’s request to register with them. I have sworn an oath already and it is not to anyone of this government. [Besides she highly doubts that their values and the Code’s values would align.] The housing is appreciated, as is the offer of employment, but I will find my own way. For four hundred years I have done so and I see no reason to stop now.

III. Video

Aug. 3rd, 2014 11:17 am
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[Erwin is composed today, only a hint of emotion in his blue eyes. He's dressed simply- forgoing the usual uniform for plain slacks and a white button down shirt which the empty right sleeve hanging by his side. There are papers stacked neatly to the side along with his pen, he had been taking advantage of having a quite day off to get some work done.

He plans to keep this short and to the point, clearing his throat before speaking.]

As some of your may already be aware, Commander Hange Zoe has left us recently. While I am sure she'll be missed here, it's for the best that she returns where she is needed to ensure humanity's continued survival and freedom.

Due to her absence, I will be taking over her position once more [retirement hadn't been working out so great anyway.]. Mike and Levi will be available to handle things as well and I trust everyone has settled in by now without any trouble.

Lightning- the Commander was able to pass on her report to me before she departed. I'm not sure if she was able to share it with you before she returned home but if you would like to read it, we can arrange that as soon as possible.

Moving on- [Because dwelling wasn't going to accomplish anything, even if he would miss Hange being here on a personal level but no time to get emotional about it.]

It seems circumstances has made it necessary to seek another weapons designer. I am seeking someone with the expertise who would be able to design and implement suitable upgrades to our 3DMG. The blade will have to be replaced with a more suitable substance which would not shatter along with possible upgrades to gas canisters.

Any questions, inquiries, and concerns of course can be addressed to myself, Levi, or Mike.


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