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Jun. 19th, 2016 03:47 pm
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[Goodbye to the Jesse who was a clean and successful art student, hello again to the Jesse who looks like he spent the last three nights sleeping under a bridge.]

Been thinking about this the past couple days, trying to figure out how I really feel about it, but you know what? I still feel the same as I did before:

It was shitty.

It was shitty for you guys to change us back without asking if that's what we wanted. A lot of us were better off the way we were last week. The next time something like that happens, maybe ask how we fucking feel about it.

[He just had to get that off his chest.]


Jun. 3rd, 2016 07:06 pm
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[Mid-morning, Cass makes a post to the network while sitting at one of the tables of her café. She's smiling just as usual, but the Lucky Cat Café in the background is quiet and oddly empty, even at this slow time of morning after the rush hour.]

Hi everyone! It's Cass... and I've got a couple of announcements to make, [she starts, then drums her fingers against the tabletop before she continues.]

I'm sure most people know have realized by now, but Tadashi and Hiro Hamada have left. They haven't come home in several days, and they're no longer on this network. I don't know if they'll come back or not, but so far I've waited and there haven't been any signs. I-- [She turns away from the camera for a moment and raises her hand to cover her mouth. There's a sniffle, a sigh, and then she's back.] Regardless of whether they come back or not, I wanted to take some time and thank all of you for being there for them, supporting them, and most of all being their friends. It meant a lot to me to be able to see them surrounded by so many people.

That said! [she claps her hands once, softly.] If the boys had borrowed something from you and you want it back, please let me know. I'm going to be going through their belongings and storing them. If you had borrowed something from them and want to return it, you can bring it to the café and I'll hold on to them.

As for my second announcement. [Here she sighs and takes a look around at the store.] We've been shorthanded at the shop lately. I don't want to overwork the guys I've got now, so I would like to announce that if anybody is interested and working at a café, I could use some extra hands on the weekends and in the mornings.

That's it! It's getting warm, so stay hydrated, all of you.

((ooc; The cafe really is hiring! If your character is interested, hit me up in a PM or my plurk @ squigstuff ))


Jun. 2nd, 2016 01:40 pm
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[The feed opens up with a nice shot of Komasan sitting comfortably on the N5 couch for those who recognize it. It's all cleaned up and everything for the video, not a single feather in sight. But if you think the sofa is spiffed up, then get a load of Komasan. He's wearing a surprisingly nice suit despite the fact that it's tailored for a small dog, as well as a pair of sunglasses that somehow manage to stay on his stupid round face.

In one of his paws is a champagne glass, filled with what's probably grape juice. He swirls it a bit before taking a sip from the silly straw that awkwardly pokes out from it.]

Ah. So you're finally here, Komasan girls, zura.

[For whatever reason, he speaks in a lower, more leveled tone. The kind of tone where you know someone's trying really hard to pretend they're much cooler than they really are.

...Incidentally, it's at this point that it becomes apparent someone is recording him, a soft hitch in the audio not a moment after that, as if a little bit of static came through--wait, no, that’s someone’s voice, isn’t it? It’s soft, and clearly sounding like it’s trying to hold in what sounds like laughter.]

That’s so painful…

Well, I've got good news for you, zura. I want you and everyone else to know that I've started running for imPort... [He pauses, looks at his palm, then back into the feed.] ...hambassador, zura.

If you've ever wanted someone monge~ to represent you, you've come to the right youkai, zura. All I want is for everyone to be happy, the kind of happy you get after your first lick of soft cream, zura. We could do this, we could do it together, zura. Let’s make everyone’s soft cream dreams come true, zura!

”Soft cream dream?” [The accent’s almost a dead giveaway for anyone who knows Nonah 05 by now. Kaneda can hardly believe what he’s hearing, mostly from how ridiculous it sounds. But hell if he’s going to stop Komasan from his ‘soft cream dream’ himself, continuing to hold the camera as level as he possibly can.]

But if you don't want to vote for me, that's okay too, zura. You will always be my Komasan girls, zura.

[There's another pause, but he doesn't appear to be doing ...anything. In actuality, he's winking, but...he's also wearing sunglasses. So it's just...the most awkward few seconds before he throws the shades off and starts to act normally again, his voice back to being its usual baby-like tone.]

How was that—

[[ooc: Although he was super stealthy, it's quite possible to get tagged by Komasan and/or Kaneda as well. They clearly make a great, supportive team.]]
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[ Instead of the video starting with someone's face, or voice, there's the tinny sound of inspiring instrumental music set to a background of large cue cards. After a few seconds, a quick hand switches to the next card, and the next. ]






[ Finally, the last cue card, liberally decorated with red glitter and drawings of various machetes, knives, and guns: ]

*The Breeze is 13 years old and her advice shouldn't be taken as legal help or anything like that


May. 9th, 2016 11:01 pm
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My name is Kim Wexler, I'm an attorney.

[ The beginning is sort of abrupt, but there you go. Silence follows, until Kim sighs, slowly and loudly. ]

That's- that's pretty much it. That's me, that's what I do. I'm no- not a superhero or even a regular hero, unless you need a lawyer, I guess. Does anyone need a lawyer? Otherwise I have no idea of what I'm doing here, but it's certainly not worrying over the crapload of work I just left back at home.

[ Leave it to Kim to fret about paperwork out of all the things that should be making her worry after finding herself in a different world altogether. ]

Anyway, yes. I'm just- I need to go lie down and probably get a drink before I can even start reading these files and what not. Did someone notice the hover cars. They have hover cars. I- this is a little too much.

[ She doesn't want to talk about the stupid pseudo Cold War thing, please don't mention that to her. ]

So I'm going to- yeah. Kim Wexler. Lawyer... and I have a Beauty Salon? Okay...

Lying down now.

001; Video

May. 1st, 2016 08:32 pm
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[ The video begins with a man dressed in a fancy black and gold trimmed tunic, a mockingbird pin adorning his collar and a Narnia hunting pin in bird form adorning his sleeve. ]

Greetings to my fellow imPorts.

[ Petyr Baelish inclines his head in a completely formally informal greeting. It's strange to him, after all, to address people at large through something as tiny as this communicator. And he does seem a bit awkward using the device. ]

My name is Petyr Baelish -- once Lord now turned imPort. As you can probably tell, I am not from a world that is anything like the one we currently reside within. I have been here for approximately two months by your calendar, and have used that time to learn the land, its systems, the customs, the technology -- all the things that may have made for irritating or repetitive questions had I chosen to address the network immediately.

So given this passage of time, I feel I can come to you with better questions. Or rather, I am curious about your opinions on matters I do not see so often discussed. People often ask for the factual information, but rarely the opinions of others. So allow me this moment to pick your minds in what I hope will be a fine discussion. What are your thoughts on this war we have found ourselves in? Do you think it pointless? Do you wish it were over? How would you end it, if you could?

[ A beat. ]

I also find myself curious about how you perceive our ambassadors? This is the only position offered to imPorts currently that puts them in close contact with this country's government. Do you feel as though they are doing all they can to make a difference? What positive things can you attribute to them? And subsequently, are there things you believe they can improve? Perhaps most importantly of all, do you believe we have the right men for the task at hand?

I believe all of these topics are fair to discuss, given the nature of this world's democracy. We would not run the risk of any unwarranted beheadings for saying something someone dislikes. [ He flashes the briefest of smiles. He's joking. Totally. Such things are so archaic and can totally be laughed about, right? ] But I also believe discussion to be the key toward improvement, toward seeing change. Something as simple as one single thought or idea can be planted and grow exponentially. Like seed to a field of crops or perhaps ash to a wildfire.

Should there be any questions you wish to ask of me as well, please by all means, I am open to discussion. I look forward to hearing your thoughts and opinions.

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Mar. 28th, 2016 06:37 am
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[No, that's not Eminem. That's Jesse Pinkman, just two years younger but looking more like ten years younger (because the meth business will really do a number on you).]

Yo, okay. Maybe you guys can explain something to me, 'cause I been trying to be all open-minded about this shit but I'm starting to get the feeling I'm on an episode of Punk'd or something.

Help me out: If superpowers are real, how come I don't fucking got any?

I been trying, you know? Not jumping off any buildings to see if I can fly, 'cause I'm not retarded, but like... If we're in Comic Book Land now, I feel like I oughta see some evidence, yo. Where's the TK? Where's the laser eyes? Do I gotta go radioactivate my ass first? Somebody point me in the direction of the nearest toxic waste dump.

Come on, don't tell me I'm the only guy having this problem around here.
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[ To some, the blond hair and chiseled jawline that shows up in the video feed might be familiar—either because they knew him in his last go around here, or in some element or another from their own worlds. To others, he just seems like a particularly clean-cut guy wearing a plain cotton t-shirt and an sympathetic look in his eye. He's been playing a bit of catch-up on what he's missed during his absence; none of it has been good. ]

Seems you guys've been keepin' yourselves busy.

[ It wasn't his choice, but he feels damned lousy for not being here anyway. Not much he can do about that now, but he can at least try to catch up: ]

I'm gonna be at the Lucky Cat Café all afternoon; anyone that wants to drop by for a smoothie, it's on me.

[ Yes, that even includes you, random citizen he's never met; Steve's just that kind of guy. He hesitates a moment, then adds with a nod— ]

Good to be back.

[[ To come claim a free smoothie, feel free to hit up Steve's open log here! ]]
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[ Flynn is rubbing his eyes as he finishes centring the camera to face him. He smiles though when he's done. ] Uh. Hey. Um, I've never been in a club with a personal network before. I guess it's pretty cool, right? 

Anyway, I guess I should... um actually introduce myself. My name is Flynn. I come from my world's Albuquerque, kinda my whole life, so Florida's kind of a move, even without the, uh... Porter? 

I'm eighteen, and I got a job at uh Puppytown Petting Pound as an Assistant Manager. Zero experience, so that's kinda nuts. Mom taught me how to run a car wash, a little, so I guess I'll figure it out. [ He is... not in the least bit sure if he'll be able to figure it out. ] And you can't go wrong with puppies, I guess. 

Also! Um, if anyone has tips on how to fly... well, I already got crutches, but I kinda don't wanna break my legs anyway. [ It's the principal of the thing? ]


Feb. 10th, 2016 01:18 pm
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[Grocery shopping has suddenly become an adventure. An adventure Komasan just has to share. With everyone. He's never...actually made a public video post before, but now looks like the best time to start.

He's not very good at it.

The video is upside down.

But at the very least, it's not hard to tell he's in some sort of Valentine's aisle at whatever big name store he decided to walk into today. Cue the freak out.]


L-Look at all this candy, zura~! I...I think it might be chocolate season for the US, zuraaaa~

[They have a chocolate season. They have. A chocolate season. At least if all these chocolate boxes are anything to go by. Komasan has never seen anything like this before in his life. So much red! So many frills! So much beauty.

Eventually he turns the feed back onto himself and everyone will be greeted to a little dog with stars in his eyes. And flames on his forehead. For anyone who hasn't met Komasan yet, that might be a tad startling. Or not, who knows, imPorts are weird.

By some sort of miracle, he manages to turn the feed right side up.]

I'm gonna buy all of it, zuraaaa.

[His voice is a hushed whisper, and soon enough he starts grabbing boxes off of shelves and neatly stacking them into the basket he's been carrying. There's no way there's enough room for obvious reasons, but he can dream.]

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Jan. 17th, 2016 12:24 am
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For those of you who don’t spend most of your evenings searching for yourself online (there’s no shame in it) I’m about to gift you with something you’ll totally thank me for later:


NSFW and R rated, ladies and gents, but it might just be the greatest website ever created. Check it out. A lot of natives have taken a lot of time to make something like this, the least you could do is show them your support.

You’re welcome.

[Any daring to check out the site will find a growing number of porn images, all photoshopped with various imPort faces, some poorly edited, some rather impressively done, but all entirely fake.]
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4 - voice

Nov. 13th, 2015 03:14 am
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[Mike's first audio network post is a little noisy: there's a busy road somewhere near him and, every once in a while, a small-sounding dog barks.]

Lost another month, last month. Hear 'bout that happenin' a lot. Good thing, though. If you didn't know it was happenin' to other people, too, might start thinkin' that you were goin' nuts. Or that the government was screwin' with you. Or that you got abducted by aliens... After gettin' abducted by the god machine. That'd be somethin'.


I was gonna ask what happened last month, but I figured I could just guess what happened. So, guessin' now.

[He clears his throat, coughs lightly.]

Last month! October? Starts out real quiet, just like it is now. Then, around the middle of the month, the Russians show up. I mean, show up. Like in boats. You ever see that movie with the guys? The guys wearin' short shorts and capes? There were like 200 or 400 of 'em or something. But in the movie, the big enemy army all showed up in boats. The guys look out at the ocean and it's like shit, that's a lot of boats. That's how it was last month. With the Russians.

Then there's a big battle, right? US soldiers and heroes versus Russians. And it lasts like a week? No, two weeks. Two weeks for sure. Total bloodbath. People dyin' all over. The soldiers and you heroes are puttin' up one hell of a fight, but the Russians keep comin'. There's just so many of 'em and it turns out they've got those power-blockin' things?

By the end of the month, they're winnin'. They're winnin' and they're about to take over.

[A pause for effect.]

Why don't they? 'Cause a hero stops 'em. He gets clear of their uh... blockin' things... And this hero has like... You ever see that other movie about the guy with the, uh... knife thing? Full of sand? Magic sand? And that guy could rewind time with his magic sand knife? That's what this hero did. Except like a power instead of a knife. Or maybe he had that knife? Or a similar knife? Don't know if the movie was based on a true story or not. Probably not. Sometimes they do that, they tell you it's based on a true story and they're lyin'...

But yeah. That's my guess. Which means it's not November now, it's still October, and you guys probably only have a couple days before the Russians show up again? Kinda sucks, if I'm right. I'd keep an eye out for those boats if I were you.
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[For a moment, the feed turns on. There's Kristin, looking at the lens - face pale, eyes puffy from tears that dried up beforehand - but she doesn't speak. She can't bring herself to speak. She was gone, gone back to her home; now she's back, and it's apparent that something has gone wrong. Behind her, her room is a flurry of scattered papers. Dulled green eyes widen a bit as she tries to process information, tries to pull words from the haze and the darkness.

She can't do it.

She casts a darting glance over her shoulder, jumping at a shadow, and with the lift of her chin it's easier to see the fading bruises around her throat. Her eyes flick downward to the preview of her feed and she spots them.

The visuals click off. She switches to text.]

I went back. It felt like weeks, but the calendar here says it's only been a day. Like it was a bad dream.

I don't know what to do now that I've woken up.


Nov. 5th, 2015 10:01 pm
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[It's later in the evening when Skye finally tries the video feature on her communicator. Sat on her bed as she finally taps the button to turn it on.]

Uh, right. So, hi. My name's Skye, sorry, been a while since I’ve done something like this. Not that you would-

[Skye wants to turn the video off and start over, but she can't.]

Right. Forgot I can’t exactly start over. So, mine name’s Skye. I come from, well, a lot of places. I work for something called S.H.I.E.L.D., which, apparently, not a lot of people around here are familiar with. We helped protect the public from finding out about superheroes. And no, not just the Avengers.

Gotta be honest, not too happy to be here considering I was brought here against my will. But I know I’m not the only one here.

[Finally Skye pauses.]

Sorry. Kind of went off on a tangent. Is anyone even out there right now?
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[Eggsy’s arrival is pretty much the same as everyone else’s, except for one minor difference. He’s lost his fucking welcome pamphlet. Yeah, he should have been more careful, tucked it away for safe keeping after flipping through it, but, he hadn't, and now he needed it.

He’s not sure if he misplaced it somewhere between the building and the car or sometime after, but, either way, he wants it back. Sooner rather than later. Or at least a copy of it so he can try to figure out what the hell is going on. Eggsy doesn’t know if this is some kind of test, waking up in a new place with a tattoo and no memory of how he’d gotten here; sounded like the night before must have been pretty rough or amazing, whatever, he just wants to know what the fuck is going on.

The pamphlet, he thinks, is a good way to get things going. An opener. So he can see what kind of people he's living around now, figure things out for himself based on more than what's on a piece of paper.

And even though he's not one hundred percent that this isn't some fucked up test, he does know how to use the phone he’s been given, and he doesn’t waste any time pushing through and just asking for what he needs.]

Yeah, Eggsy here. [He shifts the device, angling it so they can only see his face and not where he is. Not that he even knows where he is.] I lost my fuckin' welcome guide. I need another. Anyone got one to spare? Great, thanks. [A quick grin, and the feed ends.]

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[ will had told abigail to stay away from some people (one people) in particular and she's pretty good at it when it comes to person to person stuff, but she knows the network opens her up to the possibility of running into them so to speak.

but she's doing it anyway, it's not like abigail is known for good life choices.

so here she is, chin propped in her hand as she sits at what looks like a dining room table. her long brown hair is down around her shoulders, as always, neatly covering her scars. things abigail will never get: a hair cut. ]

So, considering the recent events, I'm curious. Who here believes in god? Capital G, maybe lowercase, whatever one you like. It's probably been asked before, but-- [ she shrugs. she wasn't here, so she doesn't care. gonna ask it again. ] Devil and Heaven and all that jazz applies, too.

I'm just curious.


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