Oct. 11th, 2016 06:54 am
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[personal profile] garrick
[ Someone's looking thoroughly fed up for once. Gone is the charming, casual demeanour that usually comes with Hunter's videos; someone has ruffled his feathers.]

This place is a joke. I've been here long enough to know better and yet it just keeps on messing around and to be honest my patience is starting to wear thin. So what if I wound up on some Scottish island, that is none of this place's business so the whole AWOL thing can shove itself as far as I care. Don't test me or I will start taking it out in a more permanent manner.

Good to know that this place is essentially just a prison at it's core. You get dragged here against your will, set up to fight for the country against your will, and if you leave the country? They'll be on you like white on rice. And everyone so far is just sitting down and taking it. Don't you heroes have things to save back home? Don't the villains have things they need to destroy? Or are you just simply happy to sell out for a free apartment?

Now here's an off the wall suggestion. There's enough scientists here that if the Government won't send us home, we should just start looking into building a porter of our own. I mean why the hell not? Isn't like it's impossible huh?
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I'm a thief. I'm a crook.

[As Len talks he counts the points off on his fingers, one by one.]

I'm a liar. I'm a criminal. I'm a bad person.

[Five fingers and he holds his hand up for another second before pulling his fingers back in until he's holding up a fist. The glare on his face is promising a punch.

Lowering his hand, he puts it down on the bed he's sitting on and leans forward.]

But whatever they're saying I've done to get me in here? Wasn't me.

[To illustrate what 'in here' means, he turns the device, showing what is very clearly a jail cell. Then the camera is back on his face, which hasn't gotten any happier.]

Sorry for any appointments I might be missing because of this. Also, I could use a lawyer.

[He moves the device a bit closer, blue eyes narrowed. For someone so cold, that's a lot of hot anger.]

To the coward who framed me? I'll be coming for you.

[ooc: This is a result of Jonathan Crane impersonating Leonard and robbing Bruce Wayne. Leonard doesn't know that Crane did that yet. He just knows it wasn't him.]
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[personal profile] latro
This is Hood.

[ The sounds are unmistakable; the clinking of glasses, soft rock music, muted chatter. Hood's on a bar, be it for the booze or for the memories, he ain't telling. It's a little bit of both, really. At least in there he can pretend the crazy world he's been dumped into exists at all. As long as he doesn't walk out again there's nothing to worry, right? ]

Someone fucked up. [ There's a hint of irritation in his voice. ] They wanted a hero, they got me. I'm honored, really, but I sort of quit that life. [ Being a cop and being a hero aren't exactly the same, but that's as close as he's ever going to get. ]

I get it, though. No going back, at least not willingly. Fine. [ A pause; that whiskey isn't going to drink itself. ]

Just... you go your way, I go mine. Got it.


[ As if he would wait for an actual reply, pffft. ]


Sep. 23rd, 2016 08:26 pm
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[personal profile] liverletdie
Imports, let's talk about the future.

[ Well well. There he is. He looks a lot different from the man he's been pretending to be, but it's in small, subtle ways. Head held higher, drink in hand, sunglasses propped on his head, the suit's a little looser, disheveled. In the background, there's the sound of a pout, like someone's disappointed he's not gallivanting around, instead taking time on the network. Instead of a clear liquid, like last time -- it's amber, definitely some kind of whiskey. ]

What do you want out of a future? Prosperity? Peace for imports? The ability to go home? That last one isn't really under any of our control, by the way, no matter what anyone says. How about being treated equally? Wouldn't it be nice if we weren't the exception, but instead a part of the norm? When superpowers become normal, when they're something that can come within, suddenly, it's not about where they come from, what their world is like, or what weird things influenced them -- because we're all human, at the end of the day.

But that doesn't mean that humans can't be the best they can be. [ He sits in his seat, and puts his feet up on the desk, crossed at the ankles. He's obviously not recording from a comm, but an internal camera. ]

And I know, I know -- some people are going around, saying that I'm not "myself", but what they don't understand is that I'm doing exactly what I've always done. You know that? I've been a futurist for as long as I can remember -- even before coming here -- and I've worked to build a future that I can be proud of. You know, when people look back, they're not going to look at the people who never made a difference, those among us who are content to just let things slip by, and make no waves. No, they're going to look to the people who changed the world, and if they didn't make the best one, then legacies are stained.

I don't know about you, but I don't want my legacy to go down with a whimper. I'm going to make the future better, whether you like it or not, and oh -- you can hate me, you can hate what I've done all you want, but...

At the end of the day?

I'm being the best person I can be. And so will everyone else. Things are so much easier, so much better if we don't let ourselves be held back by those issues. When we're held back by control, trying to pretend to be just as stupid as everyone else out there, when we're hiding our powers, our genius, what makes us great? We've done nobody any good. I stopped worrying, and it's been...

[ A pause. He breathes. ]

It's like a whole new world opened up before me. I recommend it, you might even like it.


Sep. 21st, 2016 06:23 pm
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[ This was not the route Charles wanted to take with this. But his attempt to handle it privately and internally had been met with the same level of dismissal as the conversation he and this version of Tony Stark had back in April.

Which was to say, complete dismissal.

After speaking with Peter, Charles had spent a few hours on the top of the roof considering his next move. Tony was … Tony had been his friend. One of the first he’d made upon coming to this new world, second only behind Erik and at times a support for him when Erik had been … Erik.

He didn’t want to have to do what his gut was telling him needed to be done, but if Charles had learned anything from tangling with En Sabah Nur; if he’d learned nothing else from Raven, Hank and Erik … he’d learned that he couldn’t just bury his head in the sand and hope for the best. Hope was important, hope was vital but it could be just as destructive when not balanced with the resolve to do what needed to be done, when innocent lives were on the line.

Though he had now been awake for almost two days straight, a fact that might be noticeable to anyone who knew him well, the professor was sharply dressed (three piece suit and all) and looked resolute from behind his desk. He had been busy, from well before dawn and up to this point.

He had shifted pieces all across the chessboard and while he did not delude himself in to believing that Tony was even in check, Charles knew the next moves would require aid from the imPort community as a whole. ]

Good morning.

It is with great regret and sincere apology, we must announce to the world that an internal investigation has revealed that the StarkTech “4” application is an abomination and an expression of the weakness and failure of its creator; Mr. Anthony Edward Stark.

[ Peter Parker is standing behind Charles and to the right, leaning slightly on the desk to keep himself in frame. Where Charles is dressed to the nines, Peter looks like he’s come straight from the lab--rolled-up sleeves, goggle hair and all. He sways forward as though he’s about to cut in, then just as visibly bites it back before he waves Charles to continue. ]

Non IC cut in which it comes to light that Tony Stark is an ass. An even bigger ass than usual )


Sep. 18th, 2016 03:33 pm
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[personal profile] rathercommon
Hullo everyone. It's Kitty.

[ Kitty looks a little more normal than she did the last time she made a post on the network, since the last time she made a post on the network she looked like a tiger. She's bright-eyed, cheerful, and has a pair of very elaborate and beautiful earrings. ]

So, I'm taking a class in journalistic methods at the local community college - it's a brilliant class, too, I'm having an excellent time, school really gets much more worthwhile when you get to the college level, doesn't it - and we've been given an assignment to conduct interviews. I know that some of you are willing and happy to help me out and submit to being interviewed. [ Her grin is confident. ] It's nothing too personal, I promise - just some stuff on your attitude towards the locals here, that sort of thing. It'll be fun.

[ not one hundred percent truthful, since the assignment is to interview one person, not the whole community. But, hey, why not do some broad info-gathering, right? ]


Sep. 16th, 2016 02:22 pm
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[personal profile] garrick
Quick and easy one for you guys.

Who here is from or knows of Central City? And if you are one of those two options, how?

Bonus points if you can say which version you're from.

I think at some point we're going to need a list.
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[personal profile] glowsferatu
[ The feed opens on a video that looks like it was recorded by something much higher quality than the standard imPort communicator, as a dark-haired woman walks down a runway in a very colorful drape dress. The colors blaze across the fabric in a way that seems both orderly and wild, passing from the hottest pinks and yellows at the shoulders to a blues and purples at the hems, mixing and mingling in the middle like the angriest possible pastels. A few of the colors even hit hues that don't look like they're naturally occurring, at least not on this planet.

It's the centerpiece of the Maryam Spring Collection, being showcased tonight in New York.

But, as the model nears the end of the runway, she looks disconcerted for a moment, as if suddenly struck by indigestion. She does her best to keep going and playing it off, but eventually she has to stop and turn her head toward the she burps out a large puff of flame. There are sounds of awe and shock from the audience as everyone's phones start flashing and snapping away, and the model turns back to walk as briskly as she can back behind the curtain.

The clip ends, and the video cuts to a frazzled Kanaya, broadcasting from her communicator backstage. She's wearing the biggest, fakest smile her fangs will allow, eyes wide and distressed. Behind her, the same model can be seen in the changing room, still wearing the dress, guzzling bottled water while steam pours out of her mouth. Kanaya glances back at her, smile unwavering, and the woman is clearly very upset that she can apparently breathe fire now.

Satisfied that the extent of the situation has been conveyed, Kanaya turns back to the camera, letting only one word escape her grit teeth.



Sep. 3rd, 2016 05:22 pm
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[personal profile] fridgeflower
Tell me about when you realized you were in love.
And then tell me about when you realized you weren't.

Both of those have an either-or element, too, of course. Don't think you have to have both to join in.

Alternatively, if you don't have either of those... Tell me about your siblings. Or your best friend. Or your worst enemy.

Everybody has these little pieces of personal history, but nobody new you meet will ever know those parts unless you choose to share them. It's like editing your own narrative. A lot of them probably seem innocuous once you have some distance, but I love hearing about things like that. I always wished that I could see the whole of people in an instant, or that I could read them as easily as I could read books.

I can't, though, so I have to ask and hope that people are willing to share bits of themselves with me.
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[personal profile] andaway
[Superman looks honestly just....

Tired. He reaches to rub the bridge of his nose before he speaks, wondering how to even put it into words. Oh, he knows what he wants to say, knows what he wants to do. But it would be unfair to out someone without giving them a chance to work things out in this place, to become a better person.

Except, last time he tried that it ended up with him kidnapped in Crane’s basement.]

If someone from your world appeared here, someone who you knew was capable of really awful things… would you warn people?

Or would you give them a chance to be different in this place?


Aug. 27th, 2016 11:11 pm
foreshadower: Tony Harris. (A lot more interesting)
[personal profile] foreshadower
[ As always, with Shade, it's Video.

And as always, he looks pretentious as hell, but this time, it's worse.
] Good evening, imports!

[ Says Shade, dressed in a dark smoking jacket, complete with a pipe, although his tophat and shades are still on. In the background, one can see a roaring fire -- in North Carolina no less -- and in the foreground, a small shadow gremlin stumbles around, bringing a both a glass of hazy green liquid (absinthe) and a paper, which Shade takes. ]

I'm the Shade, for those of you whom I haven't met, and I'm quite the fan of the written word.

Most of the time. [ He holds up the paper, labeled with a bold TMI -- the headline an image -- with a headline underneath: TMI EXCLUSIVE: REGGIE MANTLE CONFESSES - SEE WEBSITE FOR DETAILS ]

I thought I'd give this a go, as the reading seemed to hint that it would include too much information, but this may very well be... too much.

[ He cleared his throat, before he started. ]

Import Harleen Quinzel may not be a human import at all! The import was last seen turning into a -- my word, really? -- Harley Davidson motorcycle, and speeding down Formation Boulevard in Nonah this past Saturday. Some followers of imports pointed out that she may be a... Transformer -- [ He sounded bewildered: ] What is a... ah! -- an alien that is known to tranform from a robot into a vehicle.

[ A pause. ] Fascinating!

And the next one says... Saitama, the import known for packing quite the punch... [ He paused, eyes peering over his sunglasses while he read. His face becoming more and more horrified by the moment. ] now starring in a...n.... X-rated video called "Three Fist Man"? [ Muttered under his breath: ] By erebus -- I don't think that's appropriate for the Sundays...

[ Gross. Maybe he should move on. But only after he reaches out to take a sip of his drink. ]

Ah! My friend Dorian! Apparently you've been rather naughty. [ He grinned. ] Caught in the sheets with Power Girl! My! And with an illegitimate child? Kara Danvers? [ A hand to his chest. ] Toby must be devastated, really. It appears that TMI reporters were able to locate an illicit exchange between the two, but there was no footage, but... the similarities between Ms. Danvers and Power Girl are rather striking, aren't they? [ A wave of his hand. ] Or is it coincidence? Who truly knows?

Ah! It appears that an import is to blame for the FBI's incompetence as well? Apparently a one Erik Lensherr was to blame for the FBI's entire database, which found itself wiped. Apparently the man is a living...magnet? Can that affect compuiters? Regardless, the FBI chose not to comment, and instead dismissed the intrepid TMI reporter as insane. Of course tthat's incorrect.

And lastly -- [ He's on the third page -- ] Import Frederick Chilton was found in the arms of his patient! How scandouls. James Patrick Marsh, hotel owner, was found with the Doctor on a sensuos lunch date, where the two were found laughing over... strawberries and créme. [ A thoughtful noise. ] How very romantic -- and clichéd. [ Another sip. ]

Isn't it fascinating, what things we've all been up to so far?


Aug. 7th, 2016 08:42 am
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[personal profile] garrick
[Someone looks and sounds fed up for once. It's rare enough that Hunter feels grumpy to let it crack through his facade that often.

He's at least smart enough to make sure he records his video from the main Heropa coffee shop and not his actual lodgings. Tsk tsk, heroes. Stalking is bad.]

So much going on it feels like every time we get five minutes something else blows up. Maybe I should just not sit down and get involved in things. Apparently everyone seems content enough to just sit there and let these things happen to them. Oh they'll shout and say they played the hero, saved that person from being hit by falling rubble and all, but no-one seems keen on being proactive on it. Just sitting, day to day, wondering when the next building collapses.

And that's what happens when I open this thing up before my first coffee of the day. [Gives a beaming, natural smile before taking a sip of coffee.] I've been busy, about to get busier, and work is about to get busier too. So if you want a 10% discount at the Soleful Sneaker store and I'm not there, tell them Hunter Zolomon sent you.
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[personal profile] nastygram
so since c l e a r l y this network/glorified message board isn't used for anything actually important i'll ask it here

free cute phones (not sketchy at all btw). a file full of info on us (again: SO not sketchy). crappy apartments. roommates. big government. inter dimensional travel or w/e.
this is all some special kind of bs but has anyone addressed the bs fact that the jobs we get assigned are like some kind of freaking joke
it's a little too insulting imo

has anyone gotten a job that they can take seriously
hsalf: real thawne (cisco don't tell me your name)
[personal profile] hsalf
There's been some talk, I've noticed, over the network for the past few days. Mainly about how people have changed and aren't acting as "themselves." I investigated into this and uncovered past messages I've posted onto this server, under my name, and yet not with my face.

Another version of myself, from a different timeline, and I have taken his place. He seemed to know far more than I do as well, likely due to being ahead of his timeline in comparison to my own. I've only time traveled a couple times, but he seems to be something of a veteran.

[And, what Eobard Thawne won't mention, is that this version of him was plagued with certain particularities that he doesn't have. Things he doesn't know if he quite wants.]

Timelines have been mismatched. I'm not the man from those past feeds, despite the matching of names, and I am sure I will never be him. And yet... I wonder if there are some who would prefer things the way they are now. To not "go back" to what seems to be "normal".

It may seem foolish to some of you, but I wonder what will happen to me should things be fixed. Will I vanish away, a remnant destroyed? Will I be sent back to where I belong, while my counterpart is restored? It's the kind of question that might be hard for people to ponder if they see time through a linear lens.

I think those of us who were affected by whatever caused this should take this into consideration. Do you even want to go back to who you used to be? To be changed into another version of yourself that may be completely... wrong, the way you see it? I can't say I'm fond of the idea.

[ooc: for RNT, Eobard's change is that he never came to hate the Flash. Still a sociopath, but his obsessive need for revenge never manifested.]


May. 29th, 2016 01:41 pm
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[personal profile] angelfire
[ If this post seems at all out of sorts, odd, or confusing, then your character probably has no idea what Lucifer has spent the last few days doing. Which is for the best. Confused responses are welcome, however. ]

This ends it. Are we clear? No revenge, no retribution, no whiny network posts complaining about me behind my back. If any of you, or your personal army, comes near me again, I won't be as gentle, or forgiving. I'll eradicate every last one of you, melt your nanites in acid, and launch the acid into the sun--just to be absolutely sure it sticks.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.
airshow: (I robbed the continental breakfast.)
[personal profile] airshow
[ tonight on the network: a reverse help wanted ad. ]

Do you have a problem that's too tricky for the cops and not quite heroic enough for heroes? Do you need a job done, but it doesn't fit in any convenient Craigslist categories? Are you looking for a dashing, stripey gentleman to swoop in and solve your problems? LOOK NO FURTHER! I'm James Jesse, and I want to put my 15-plus years of varied and exciting "employment" experience to work for YOU.

PRIOR EXPERIENCE INCLUDES BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO: security testing, creative engineering, bartending, identity concealment, un-kidnapping, puppet choreography, card counting, law enforcement, law breaking, fake mustaches, demonology, location and acquisition of fine luxury goods, special effects, stunt coordination, private investigation, and general handsomeness.

Open to short and long-term contracts. Very few questions asked! Danger fine! Anonymity guaranteed! Payment negotiable!


[ you should all just be glad it's not written in comic sans. the feed switches over to video for a moment, zoomed in close, but far out enough to tell that James, not just the communicator, is upside down. god only knows why. he grins brightly. ]

Or, y'know, if you don't wanna discuss legit employment, talk to me. A guy needs to eat, but a guy also needs to not die of boredom, and I like it when the two go hand-in-hand, but they don't have to.

So, whaddya say? I'm a reformed costumed criminal, ask me anything!
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[personal profile] morethan084

Grant Ward was last seen in late 2014, it was assumed that he either ported out or went into hiding. He and I were in the same line of work, and last week made himself known by video messaging me. Some of you may remember him, but, do not approach him. Grant Ward should be considered armed and extremely dangerous. He's also had extensive combat training and is known to have super strength. If you have seen him, please contact me.

[OOC: Grant Ward is not actually here, Crane caused her to hallucinate that he was in fact Grant.]


May. 25th, 2016 05:46 pm
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[personal profile] garrick
[ When the video comes on it's just this guy standing there, trademark hat in his hands as he gives a smirk.]

Last time I did this we were talking about holding a barbecue sometime and a whole lotta people were interested. Well, bad news is the barbecue is cancelled. Annulled. Rescinded. Some people, they just can't deal with things these days.

[ He'll turn the hat over in his hands slowly, almost absently as he talks some more, still bemused by the whole thing. The hat is then suddenly and unceremoniously plonked on top of his head.]

That poor barbecue, goodbye potato salad, rip beers. Oh, and I suppose this is a warning to anyone who gets any ideas; I will not go down so easily. Gosh, don't worry Barry, I still have my eye on you; we don't need barbecues to hang out, do we now?
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[personal profile] hsalf
[When the video starts, the man in front of the camera very much looks like Harrison Wells. A man who recorded a few days earlier. However anyone who checks the username will see a clearly different name. He isn't looking at the camera when it begins recording, instead looking to the side for a moment. Once he focuses onto the camera he'll have a glass of what looks to be scotch.]

Okay. So this is going to be...odd. Odd even for what is commonplace here. I'd like you keep an open mind, if you decide to watch and respond.

My Eobard Thawne. And I've been here before. For several months actually. However, during that time, I addressed myself under a different name: Harrison Wells. I was a professor at Heropa University in Kinematics. I knew a number of you. Not all, not possible given the situation, but a number.

[He takes a small, but slow, sip of his drink. It's hard to tell if he savors it or not from his expression.]

The reason I hid my identity was for personal security. You see, I happen to be a time traveler. And being a time traveler means blending into society and keeping myself hidden, out of fear of altering time. Even in this dimension, I felt the need to hide so I could keep myself secure for when I made my return home.

So now I come forward, in my return here, because there is no going back for me. ...I'm dead, and it's the type of dead I will not soon revive from. It's quite permanent. And while I could go on, using this name, the man whose identity I claimed is here now. Smart man - not as smart as I am, but smart - and I would hate for him to be so troubled. Plus it would just be...confusing.

[He takes a moment to chuckle to himself, taking another sip of the drink before setting it down. Calm and without any erratic stumbles in his words. Not at all like the man people may have saw a few days ago introducing himself.]

I apologize if you're hearing this and have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. I felt this was the best place to make things straight. If you feel betrayed by this, then feel betrayed. I make no apologies, I only bring clarity.

Video [1]

May. 11th, 2016 02:46 pm
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[personal profile] harrisonwells
[When the screen blinks on, the sender—lanky, black sweater, glasses being slipped off—is already centered and ready for it, clearly very familiar with the technology already, and he starts speaking immediately, quick and terse as if this is already taking up too much of his time.]

Good evening imPorts, my name is Dr. Harrison Wells. It is a...supreme...irony that I'm asking this, but to those of you who left your worlds as ordinary humans and arrived here with new abilities.

[There's a pause, Harrison's fingers tapping lightly against his lips, as he considers the reception he'd experienced on his arrival. Not cold, not remotely, but…knowing. Everyone he's seen in Heropa seems to know what he is, and that' New and unpleasant. And he's reluctantly beginning to understand what the metahumans in Central City had gone through, being watched and whispered about.

He catches sight of the tattoo on his wrist, a very faint glow under the skin, and abruptly twitches his sleeve back down to cover it.

How do you cope?]
I'm curious how you mastered them.

[It's a much more dismissive tone than the beginning of that sentence, very clearly not what he'd originally intended to say. The glasses go back on and he moves to switch off the transmission, then taps his finger against the edge of the screen, speculative.]

And as I will apparently be spending my time here making science fun and accessible for kids, I anticipate needing copious amounts of coffee. And I am...taking recommendations. On the best fast food in the area. Also anyone who understands a reference to STAR Labs and/or Central City.

[He looks like he’s going to add something else, then rethinks it. The screen blinks to black without another word.]


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