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[A somewhat wan older man is looking at the camera. If there's one thing the superhero life enforces, Max's life by being what it was enforces, it's how to get familiar with strange things quick. Thankfully the communicator wasn't too hard to figure out how to use. On the other hand, he's never managed to end up somewhere completely new and then a hospital immediately after. At least the fact that speedsters heal quickly got him out of the hospital much sooner than later. The painkillers they prescribed him will help, but he's used to dealing with pain now and again.]

I guess I should feel lucky they're well prepared for when people show up here, but I think I would have preferred skipping the hospital trip. I managed to get an idea of what was going on from a few news magazines while I was there, but I'm still going to have to make a few library trips. [One of the best resources for someone who skips through time.] See if I can't find some more historical context and what's different here. I can't say I'm an expert on the Cold War since my focus has always been on Native American history [Personal interest, though so many jumps into the future means he's had to become good at figuring out what happened in the years in between.] There should be more to find out, since you don't have a cold war turn hot all by itself..

[He suddenly shivers, like someone just walked over his grave. Not the greatest feeling in the world, especially when it makes him wonder at the specific cause.]

In the mean time, could someone tell me if they know a kid named Bart Allen?

[He has a suspicion.]

[Optional action:

For anyone else who lives at Maurtia Falls #002, they can come across Max in the living room, reclining back on the couch he's sitting on shortly after the network post. Some of the bandaging crossing his chest is visible, his shirt partially unbuttoned from having just checked to make sure it was in place. He'll get up in a moment to find his way to figure out claiming a room, really.]

001 | Video

Jun. 5th, 2016 12:37 am
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[ A Hispanic woman— olive-brown skin, glossy black hair pulled back into a pony tail—is visible, and looking very clearly unhappy; she's on the verge of anger, really. The area behind her is very clearly in Heropa.]

I would love to know what makes people think it's fine to go around kidnapping people and force them into helping with their own goals, especially when it involves giving them crazy powers and dragging them out of their normal lives. [Especially now that this seems to be a recurring thing for her family.]

I know they say they still have the Cold War going on here, but this? This is absurd. Throwing superpowers at people isn't going to do anything.

[She takes a moment to compose herself. She already got angry with a soldier when she arrived in the first place. Other people in the same position probably don't need it too.]

I'm Bianca Reyes, by the way. Normally, I'm just a nurse, but they can't leave that alone either.

Video [1]

May. 11th, 2016 02:46 pm
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[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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May. 7th, 2016 07:28 pm
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[ The video feed focuses in on an auburn haired woman, perched primly on the edge of her seat, clearly unable to relax. She reaches out to stop the video without speaking, hesitates, and withdraws with a sigh. ]

I'm certain I'm not the first to raise this complaint, or even the tenth, or the hundredth. And I know I'm not going to be the last. But -- [ There's a quirk of her lips, a dip of her head, as if to say I'm still going to say it. ] It's incredibly disturbing to wake up in a different world and find you've been given a tattoo. [ Of course, it's probably not any better than what had just happened to her, too. Kidnapped to a different world. But with shackles instead of a tattoo. ] Like a bad movie about an even worse road trip, except these aren't your friends and you aren't going back to your normal life in two hours.

[ That piece said, there's a ease in her shoulders. A little relaxation. Just a little. ]

Aside from college towns, I've never really lived anywhere but Central City. So, I'm all ears. Tell me about Heropa.


Apr. 7th, 2016 02:38 pm
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[The video opens on a patch of blue sky, with some birds flying by. The camera turns and there's a surprisingly green girl giving a smile and a wave. And apparently holding the comm with no hands. She floats (??) peacefully for a bit, wind catching her cape before looking at the camera again.]

Hey, everyone! I'm Miss Martian. But you can call me M'gann. Just thought I'd introduce myself. A-and even though I am actually from Mars, I promise I'm not here to invade or anything! I mean, an invasion of just one person isn't a very good invasion. And I'd probably go all undercover so you wouldn't even notice... It'd be pretty easy actually.

[She actually appears to be considering the logistics of an alien invasion before remembering herself.]

Anyways! I'm really excited to meet everyone and I hope we can be friends!
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[When the video switches on, it first shows a thumb covering the lens. Once that gets pulled out of the way, there’s a red headed caucasian girl tilting the camera back and forth, fiddling with it to get just the right view.]

“Is this on? Pretty sure it’s on, never actually gotten to do one of these things before so I want to get it right-

Oops, Hello Megan! Red probably means recording. Ok, here goes!

Hi, anyone who gets this message? My name is Megan Morse and this question I have is super important; my vacation is almost done, and while school is going to be fun I need to do something special for summer break!

I… um, I was thinking of maybe camping? I’ve only done it once before, but it was a lot of fun. And I was wondering if anyone had any suggestions on where, or maybe what I should bring if I want to have a successful camping trip. Really appreciate it if you can share, thanks!”
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[The transmission opens on a tall boy sitting on his bed. He's making eye contact with the communicator, so from a viewer's perspective it might look like he's looking right at you. But he's not really trying to be creepy or anything. It just kinda ends up that way, since the colour of his eyes is somewhat unnatural.]

Uh, hi. So... they gave me the welcome packet and all that when I got here, but could anyone fill me in a little better? I'm just kinda curious about this whole place. There aren't any Heartless that I can find, and I'm curious what kind of stuff we're supposed to be heroes about. You know? That kinda thing.
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[personal profile] handwringing
[A combination of general guilt, nagging from Winry, and her newly found confidence to actually be in the same room with Anna for more than an hour (wow!) has led Elsa to make this post now. Really it was something she should have done some time ago, but it's easier to cling to the status quo.]

Hello. My name is Elsa, and it's been awhile since I've posted at large like this. [Since she hates doing it.]

I have a favor to ask... well, not really a favor, as I intend to pay anyone who's willing to help me. I would like to train my powers, and get better at controlling them. Others have tried to help me with this in the past, but they're gone now.

As for what my powers are, well...

[She holds up her hand, without a glove, for once, and flexes it. Snowflakes burst into being, glittering in the air for a moment before falling down around her.]

I can also freeze things, and make things out of ice. It's strongly affected by my emotions.

[Now, the fun part...]

There is some risk involved. If my powers strike you directly, they could freeze your mind, or your heart, killing you from the inside. It's... difficult to cure.

[She glances away for a moment, then looks back at the camera.]

I understand if no one wants to help me, knowing that, but I would appreciate it. If you're interested, we can work out details of payment.

Thank you.

02 | Video

Dec. 20th, 2014 02:51 am
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[Garfield is looking pretty clearly grumpy when he turns his device on today. There are pieces of tape stuck to his fur everywhere, glitter all over his face(who knows where from), and he's got a tiny Christmas bow caught up in his hair.]

There's been a lot of business talk on here lately but I need, uh, other help.

Does anyone have any present wrapping tricks? I want them to look nice, but it's not really happening... [He holds up a present he's been trying to wrap to the camera, which, under the mass of newspaper, tape and ribbon that he's trying to pass off as festive wrapping, is obviously a coffee mug under. He's been at this the better part of an hour and he hasn't gotten anywhere, even with the help of internet tutorials. It looks like the wrapping job of a 5 year old, honestly.]

I can't get any worse so literately anything you can offer would be great. Yeah, thanks!

[There's a few seconds of Gar flailing in an attempt to get some tape off his fingers before the video ends.]
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[personal profile] restitute
[Oliver's sat in what looks to be a quaint little coffee shop, holiday decals drawn in chalk paint on the window, lights strung up on the storefronts across the street, and somewhere in the distance, on the corner, is a more than modest tree set up and glinting in the twilight.]

Happy Holidays. [His tone is light and conversational, his smile practiced and easy, and he takes a sip of his latte and makes a rather pleased face.] Haven't been to Florida much, back home. [His beach trips back home tended to take him to Mexico, Brazil-- Europe. Or death islands in China.] So I can't say if its a universal constant, but Heropa does have good coffee.

[The latte - in a fancy looking green mug and everything - is set down with a soft clnk against the table.]

My name's Oliver Queen. And in the last month I've- [He pauses, and there might be some annoyance flickering across his face.] ... I've discovered that there are more than a few people here who know me from other worlds.

[Okay, make that a definite amount of annoyance.] If the names Felicity Smoak, John Diggle, or Sara Lance are familiar to anyone, I'd- appreciate us getting in contact. Otherwise, it would be safe to assume I have absolutely no idea who any of you are.

[He takes a moment to have another long sip of his latte] For everyone else, is anyone looking to hire someone with [extremely limited] business experience? My assigned job isn't quite a fit. It turns out I'm... not that great of a lobbyist.
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[personal profile] bioshift
[ Hey-ho, there's a martian on the network again! Except this one is green and a short haired redhead. She's also been kind of MIA for the past 2 weeks, but that's her own business. (And the Porter's.) ]

This is probably a really lazy way to go about this, but ... Is anyone hiring? Not really feeling the whole part time journalist anymore.

And, um. If anyone's seen Impulse lately, can you let me know? He's pretty short, brown-red hair, talks faster than a bullet... I haven't seen him around, lately.

[ She's tried his communicator and come up with nothing. This is an easier way of getting it onto the network than shoving bad news on everyone. ]


Dec. 3rd, 2014 11:56 am
runningstart: (ww; and so i WAKE IN THE MORNING)
[personal profile] runningstart
[Wally's voice is rough and obviously sleep-sluggish, and the picture is just someone's fucked up ginger hair on a pillow.]


I had the craziest dream last night.

So I'm walking down the boardwalk down in Florida, right? The one were all the tourists show up because they wanna see heroes in uniform? Except all the tourists are balloons and these superheros are walking around holding onto bunches of 'em so they don't float away. They're still taking pictures and eating cotton candy and corndogs and stuff, they're just doing it up in the air.

And then freakin' Tony Stark shows up and he goes "Just be free, let it go" and he starts cutting strings so the tourists start floating up into the sky. And Superman is flying around gathering up the tourists, but instead of bringing them back down he takes them into the atmosphere and they go off into space. Nobody really seems upset about any of this so I'm like whatever.

So I'm back down on the ground- like I'm just showing up, but I could see what was happening before but now I'm there there, and like everybody -like everybody from home, and Jaime and Annie and Lydia, and Karebear and CK and- and that one dude I talked to like once? What's your name? Thomas? Or Stiles. -hey, are you guys twins?

-anyway everybody was there, but you're all on the dock because you're all making up the planks that people are walking on. And people are walking on your faces and I'm shoving them off the docks, because they're walking on my buddies, right? And I try to pull you guys up off the docks but you keep going, "No, no, we're happy here," and keep lying back down when I pull you up.

I get on someone's bike and then I'm in Bulgaria... -And I'm riding through the museum in Sofia and it's on fire, but Alfred is a security guard and he's like "Get off the bike" and I told him I don't...I don't understand Bulgarian even though I did, but he was speaking English? But it my dream...

[Wally drifts off for a second before waking back up to continue.]

And then the bike turns into a dragon, and I fly up into outer space and all the tourists are there and Supes is there and Tony Stark is there and Tony Stark looks at me and whispers, "Freedom" before he drifts into the sun, and the sun explodes but it's not bad, it's nice and warm like a campfire. And Superman says, "I brought marshmallows, neato," like he actually says neato and then we all have s'mores, the end.

[Another, more lengthy pause before Wally grabs his comm and yawns.] G'morning. Oh, it's video.

[And it cuts.]

[ video ]

Dec. 2nd, 2014 03:48 pm
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[personal profile] somethinghidden
[ The video shows a man with brown hair, blue eyes, and blue polo shirt sitting at a table. He seems a little meek. ]

Uh, hello. All right. My name is Simon Newton, and I have a few, hopefully quick questions, if you could just bear with me.

[ His accent is Scottish. ]

First of all, would anyone mind recommending a doctor to help with... um, maintenance. I have a few injuries sustained from my home world. [ He puts his hands on video, more clearly revealing wrappings on six of his fingers, three on each hand. ] And I just need to make sure everything is setting in. Correctly. I guess.

And, on that note, does anyone know any counseling services or perhaps therapists for kicking some really annoying habits? I mean, I love my vices as much as the next person, but I really just have to... take care of this thing. So if you know anyone who could help with that, I just want to know my options. I'd really appreciate it.

Lastly, is there anywhere one might learn how to deal with superpowers? Especially new ones. Preferrably a place that offers to, um, adult students. Though I think mixed age groups might be all right.

So, if anyone can help on any of those fronts, I would really, really appreciate it. Cheers.


Dec. 1st, 2014 08:09 pm
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[personal profile] quantifies
[The face that appears on the video screen is most definitely not human. It's blue, for one, and has more antennae than humans tend to. On the plus side, the being whose face it is also happens to be more polite than most humans.]

Greetings, denizens of Earth. I recently arrived in this place and time, for...some reason.

[Because of mad scientists, probably. Though his greeters at least appeared sane.]

My name is Croach the Tracker. I am from G'loot Proktaw. [Added a moment later, to his chagrin:] Which you would designate Mars.

I have already spoken with multiple residents of this planet to learn more about this place and time. Although it is unlikely any of you have access to a time portal and I do not detect a spaceship powerful enough to take me home within this region, I would owe a great onus to anyone who could assist me should I be mistaken.

In return, I can offer my tracking skills. I also have a great deal of experience fighting robot outlaws should you have need in this area.


Nov. 30th, 2014 07:46 pm
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[ Minho is practically caked in mud. The worst is on his shoes and pants (sorry for ruining your hard work, Kanaya), but from what the general populace can see in this video? His shirt didn't fare a whole heck of a lot better. This is literally all he owns, he doesn't look pleased. It doesn't help there are clear tears in one part of his shirt, and while the bruises haven't started forming yet, he still looks pretty beat up and ruffled at the moment. ]

There's something seriously wrong with the kids that are brought here.

[ Sounds like someone's not happy about having gotten his ass handed to him by a twelve year old. ]

004 Voice;

Nov. 30th, 2014 03:10 pm
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Does anybody know anything about the Porter? Or have any theories about who it brings in and why people disappear? How do we know if they've actually gone back home and aren't somewhere here.

[There's a pause and a sigh.] I know some people've talked about this sort of thing before, but... When I got here, there were other people that I knew. People from my... world, I guess. [Since the thought of this being another world or dimension still seems a little whacky to him.]

And now it looks like they're all gone. Or at least I can't freaking find them anywhere. But I'm still here. So, to anyone who knew him here, I guess Sam Winchester is gone.

[And with that the feed ends abruptly.]
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[personal profile] shuckit
[ when thomas appears on the video, he’s looking dirty and entirely worn, and that stain in his hair might be blood, jussayin. though his clothes are completely fresh, looking newly bought from the store, and there’s a lump on his left shoulder of a bandage wrapped there beneath the cotton. clean as that looks, thomas seems half-dead, otherwise, speaking with a completely blank voice. his skin looks too pale and blotchy, probably because this message wasn’t the first thing he did when he got street side. that was collapse against a wall somewhere and have a lot of Emotions. which we aren’t going to talk about. ]

If anyone was trying to get to me the last day, sorry, I wasn’t around. [ he pauses, swallowing, and looks at some empty spot in space just underneath the phone, eyes distant. ] Took a trip home, for a week and a few days.

[ it was a bad week and a few days. it was an entirely horrific week and a few days and thomas is nearly considering just staying here, not going back. but he can’t leave the others. not there. with what the world is now, and the few sparse memories he’s gotten back, he’s lost hope that any of them will find a ‘home’ in the world again. but he’ll still get them somewhere safe. he has to.

thomas clears his throat, attention snapped back to the camera, and he rolls his left shoulder experimentally - it had been agonizing who knows how many hours ago, and thomas had been sure he was dying of infection, and now he feels even better than before. it’s ridiculous. and a little infuriating. but that’s a different topic. ]

How many of you came in with some kind of illness? [ the Flare. he’s seen what it does, and he knows what will happen to him, Newt and Minho if it starts working in them. But the other two have been fine, for months here. ] Have you seen the symptoms stalled, or has it kept going? If it was contagious, has it spread, or did the government shanks in that lab put something in your system to contain it?

[ as much as he hates the idea of them messing with him, and of the nanites they put in their blood, if it keeps the Flare contained, he’ll accept it. and if there was something these people did to hold off the Flare, you bet your ass Thomas is going to be looking to take it home with him. sry not sry, his world needs this a lot more than yours does, jerks. his expression sours some, this comment half muttered. ] And how many of you have a world that’d kill for whatever they’re using here?



I don’t think I can give you a sample, now. I’ll look for some others, still. Sorry.


We need to talk.

02 video.

Nov. 27th, 2014 08:12 pm
gluestick: (i don't need to be)
[personal profile] gluestick
Hey, uh- Happy Thanksgiving? I guess that's what's going on today from what I've heard from other shanks here.

[Okay, he's got greetings out of the way, now for the actual purpose of bugging the network at large.]

Can I get a show of hands from people that have ported out and come back with somethin' new? Is that normal around here?

05 | Video

Nov. 23rd, 2014 11:20 pm
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[personal profile] shutupandgetintheanimus
[Desmond turns on the camera and sits back, the calico kitten he found earlier in the month taking up residence on the back of his chair.]

Hey, uh. So I know I've been scarce this month. Sorry about that. Been mostly working and sleeping. And Gidget here has no concept of letting people sleep. [Yeah, that's right, cat. Talking about you.] Not to mention thinking about...stuff.

With the leaks and everything, and people freaking out, I kind of had to see where the people here are coming from. They hardly know anything about us. We just showed up on their doorstep without any warning, with these superpowers. So of course they wouldn't trust us. I mean, they're going to believe their government before anything we have to say. That's just normal.

So instead of sitting around and bitching that people don't trust those of us who aren't Registered, why don't we get together and give them a reason to trust us? There's got to be something we can do besides actively going out and fighting crime. Right?


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