anxiogenic: (Intrigued)
[personal profile] anxiogenic
[There's a certain anonymity in text. A certain kind of power.

Invisibility affords safety and security, yet enables the greatest cruelty. It offers the individual the chance to be sucked into the swirling whirlpool; that spiral pathway to the state of consciousness called the group mind. And at the heart of that mind is fear.

Fear is the first and greatest teacher anyone can have, he knows. How people could begin to understand the world without developing their exploration of fear, he had no idea. A child without fear of their parents is a child without an awareness of danger. Parents insure their children against failure by making them terrified of a lack of success - of being worthless in their eyes. The first lesson begins with parents, yes.

He hadn't known his parents. He'd lived with his Granny, who'd taught him to see fear was everything and nothing. It was power and control. It was empty and meaningless.

Mothering Sunday. Father's Day. Parents' Day. Today being what it is, he will help people see the truth. Should they choose to close their eyes, he'll force them open.]

Fear is the greatest enemy; the father and mother of suffering.

You set aside a holiday in which you convince yourselves you love, respect and admire your parents because you fear that you don't care. They grow old, yet you can't wait for them to die.

You give or receive gifts, but none of you are willing to focus on the motivation behind this day. You buy parental approval to avoid being called a failure. You buy cards because you fear voicing questions. You buy into the dream that keeps you an eternal child because you fear the day that comes when you will eclipse their presence.

The religious amongst you fear the Lord; the Father of all. Some of you revere Mary, the Mother of God.

But you are all terrified, frightened children. Scared of the truth. You will never win the approval you crave. You will one day be alone. You will be told you should never have been born. So you celebrate to forget. Except you forget that without a child, both Father's Day and Mother's Day are meaningless. What about the millions of children who have no father or mother?

Why do you lie to yourselves? Why do you celebrate at all?
yatagarasu: (STEALTH ☄ smile for the security cam)
[personal profile] yatagarasu
[This is Kay Faraday.

This is Kay Faraday moving the focus of the video away from her and toward the couch, where Miles Edgeworth is fast asleep and drooling on his pillow. She giggles quietly at the sight before approaching him slowly, the view zooming in toward him. Then she whispers:]

Hey, Mr. Edgeworth, it’s waaaay past lunchtime!

[She gets no response out of that. But right now no one can see her facial expression because her device is still pointed toward Edgeworth.]

Mr. Edgeworth, the fridge is empty!

[And this is Edgeworth, rolling over on his side, mumbling something about “groceries” and “later”. His eyes are still closed, and he dozes off immediately.

There is a pause as Kay considers her next move. Then, without warning, because she’s still off-screen, she proclaims in a louder, more mischievous voice:]

Mr. Edgeworth, smile for the camera!

[Edgeworth blinks, staring blearily at Kay and the camera. Kay… camera…?…]

Augh! KAY!

[And he bolts up immediately, lunging for the device. Kay hurriedly steps backward with a yelp, and the video ends there.]

001 | text

Jul. 17th, 2015 03:11 pm
callowed: (Default)
[personal profile] callowed
( Speaking to a large amount of people has never come easy. In fact, it is somewhat awkward to do so when he'd much rather have interaction face-to-face. However, since the functions of this device are similar to what he already knows, Castiel uses it to his advantage and sends out a mass text: )

Hello, everyone. ( It's a good start? )

My name is Castiel, and I have

There are questions that I would like answered. Most of them are not relevant to the information provided to me upon my arrival, and I would be grateful to anyone who is willing to speak with me regarding each of these accordingly. As I would rather do it in person, I will attach an address to this message.

( He considers being blunt about the fact he is also looking for Sam and Dean, but mentioning their names on a network like this wouldn't be prudent to their safety; he shouldn't have said his own, though that might have dissuaded people from agreeing to meet. Problematic, he supposes, but necessary. Besides, he has no idea what the brothers' opinion of him is, so he concludes his request with the aforementioned addresses and a polite: )

Thank you.

( The address he attaches reads Heropa #009. Alternatively, he also provides the address to the church he is apparently employed at. )
angelfire: (Humans are ridic)
[personal profile] angelfire
[ A courtroom. A small child appears on screen. She has a missing eye and an adorable black and white sheepdog, which she is hugging in the docket as she speaks: ]

When mummy and daddy went away, the church took me in. Lucy is a good angel. He found me a new mummy and daddy and now we get to be a family again. I love Lucy very much.

[ The screen blacks out, then a classical organ arrangement of the music theme to Jeff Winger’s ‘Wingerman: Lawyer at Large’ starts playing. Large white font splashes across the screen, and deep voice movie announcer says: ]

Available now via download: The Trial of the Century. Jeff Winger’s most challenging case yet.

[ A flash to an outside shot of a courthouse, several thousand people with placards milling about on the steps. Their boards read ‘Not Guilty!’ and ‘Angel not Devil!’. Now there’s a close up of what appears to be a high court judge presiding over the courtroom. He proclaims: ]

You have been accused of crimes against humanity, corruption of the innocent, taking advantage of the meek, fratricide and genocide; cosmic negligence to the order of which this court has never seen the like. How do you plead?

[ Another video clip, this time of the small child running into Lucifer’s arms, sobbing hysterically, and Jeff sat beside him. The black screen again, and now the music for ImPortant!, Lucifer’s reality show, is being played in the background while the announcer speaks: ]

This summer, the ultimate devil’s advocate must become THE DEVIL’S ADVOCATE.

[ Jeff is on screen, looking very spiffing. Televised courtroom spiffing. He points at the screen, his voice resonating: ]

OBJECTION!!!11 Your honor, my client’s only crime is loving his father!

[ Cut to an unimpressed judge: ] If you shout objection again Mr. Winger I’m going to have to have you removed from this courtroom.

[ Finally the screen goes black and as the credits roll, a second female announcer says: ] A portion of the profit from every download of this special edition of Wingerman: Lawyer at Large and ImPortant, goes to the Church of the Morningstar Homeless Foundation. Please give generously.

[ The automatic feed gives way to an image of Lucifer sitting at a polished mahogany desk. His hands are steepled in front of him, and the room is well lit by a large, brand new stained glass window that takes up most of the back wall of the office. Large golden wings make up the image, creating the illusion that Lucifer has wings. He doesn’t seem to notice the effect, but you can be sure it’s intentional. ]

So there you have it, a promo for the upcoming episode of our respective shows. I was very impressed with Mr. Winger’s vigor as an attorney. He didn’t give in, even when it seemed like the entire courtroom was against us. I highly recommend him.

[ He taps his nose, then fingerguns at the camera, and the feed clicks off. ]
luckynumber42: (well this sure is an all purpose icon)
[personal profile] luckynumber42
[Hey look, it's a video of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! Well, okay, it's a video of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man off duty. So really it's just Miles.]

Okay, so, I've got this idea for something, but I'm gonna need a lot of help to pull it off.

[And then he lifts up his hand and begins counting off on his fingers.]

...And also maybe around a hundred pounds of steak, and about fifty loaves of bread. And a big room to throw a party in.

So...anyone wanna help?
housebroke: (pic#2245146)
[personal profile] housebroke
[ life is hard. let's all deal with that fact together. ]

What exactly is a personal motivator meant to do?

Are people truly confused enough by their own pitiful, lackluster intentions that they're willing to seek others supposed professional help simply so they can carry on with routine tasks?

Is this motivation meant to include every act of waking life (dare say I need not list what these are) or simply those that might be perceived as more strenuous. Because, as I have always found, personal motivation can truly only come from one source. You. It is called personal after all, the definition of the word implying that it has to do with one person and one person alone. And that person would not be the person you hired to tell you what you so obviously would rather not be doing in the first place.

If you require the motivation, perhaps you need look elsewhere. Forsake things all together. Or even, if you'd like the inspiration so very much, you might try finding it for yourself. I've heard there are some rather plentiful benefits to taking that sort of thing under your own wing, compared to allowing others to push you into behaviors you don't truly have interest in to begin with.

It's amazing our ancestors made it anywhere, really.

Now, perhaps if you'd like to get hypothetical and claim there are a number of other 'personal motivators' then perhaps you might be on a far better track.
tucky: (what would Liberace do?)
[personal profile] tucky

Right now I'm seeing a lot of people - or I guess just a couple of people - talking about their friends leaving. You know, getting ported out. And what I'm wondering is, is there a way to make it so that doesn't happen? 'Cause I wanna avoid it, if I can; I actually really like it here a lot, and I wanna stay. I got my apartment, and my job, and people who are kind to me - like Raina, Traci, Dr. Chilton, Toro, Jesse, Ramír... and lots more, probably.

[A good half of the people she's named have clued into how easily led she is and are using her for their own nefarious purposes. She has absolutely no idea.]

And, I mean, I can't be the only person who feels like that, right? Do any of y'all agree with me? 'Cause a lot of people seem happy here. It's a fucking nice world we're in. Nicer than where I'm from, that's for damn sure.

If I could just stay here forever, I think I would.
notdaredevil: (tell it like it is)
[personal profile] notdaredevil
Some of you will have just received notice, as I have, that Unsettled imPorts will now be subjected to new restrictions and requirements. Since I doubt it is in the government's plans to explain the ramifications and implications of what they've just done, I've decided to take it upon myself, so that everyone understands exactly where we stand and what this might mean. So, to start: my name is Matt Murdock. I've been an attorney in both New York and California for nearly fifteen years, primarily a criminal defense attorney, with a fair amount of experience in cases dealing with what we could call "superpowers." I've been here well over a year now, practicing in Heropa, Florida, long enough to start to see how things work, and where the flaws in the system are.

An opening argument )

See here for legal argument about the mandatory health exam issue )

See here for searches )

This is a closing argument )

This is like a bibilography...for RP )
ferrisbuellean: (84)
[personal profile] ferrisbuellean
[Jeff’s sat at a neat looking desk, papers stacked significantly higher on the ‘in’ pile than the ‘out’ yet arranged without the franticness of someone concerned by it. Rather than actually work he’s opted for networking, camera on, sat up, arms on desk and offering his most winning lawyer smile. He’s even wearing a grey three-piece suit and blue tie, sans jacket, just in case the fact he was doing fancy work stuff wasn’t obvious enough.]

Jeff Winger here, Lawyer at Large, coming live to your communicators to announce the official start of my law firm. You’ll find my office at Herodotus Antiques in Maurtia Falls for all your criminal defense requirements. Need defending, law advice, or just a pretty face to stand by your not guilty plea? Then get in touch now. Private messages, phone calls, office visits and everything in between accepted, because your anonymity is important to me if it’s important to you. I’m hoping I don’t even need to point out that the TV crew won’t be involved… unless the fifteen minutes of fame appeals. Your call.

[He reaches for a nearby half-full bottle of scotch and begins pouring into a disappointingly empty glass, visibly relaxing as the advertising seemingly comes to an end. There’s a slouch quickly developing and once the glass is full he’s leaning back, feet swinging onto the desk and causing the camera to shake just slightly as his polished shoes thump onto the wood. A finger idly tugs at the knot of his tie as he starts speaking again, gradually working it loose.]

Can’t blame a guy for making use of free advertising space, huh? Alright network, interaction is the key to this kinda stuff, right? Less blogging, more gossiping? So here’s a question to get your collective minds around. And hey, maybe it might just remind you how much you really should have a lawyer on your side…

Regrets. Got any? Something you got in trouble for or maybe something you never got found out about. Maybe you wish it never happened, or maybe you just wish it went differently. If it happened back home this is the perfect time to come clean with no consequences. So c'mon, let me be you priest, rid yourself of your sins. No judging. I’m not paid to judge, I’m paid to make things right.

Trust me.

hsalf: h.w. (let me give you a hand)
[personal profile] hsalf
[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.
witchplease: (☈ gїиsёиg)
[personal profile] witchplease
[ The alias attached to the entry reads only Scarlet Witch, no name given. The alias is a relic, a token from the old days when she and Pietro shouted revolution from the rooftops. After HYDRA, Wanda didn't think she had anything to fear anymore. No cell could hold her, no bullets could touch her. Together, she and Pietro were invincible. No one could hurt them again.

Then, she came here. ]

today i have learned that in america, a hero is someone who grows fat and lazy off the praises that are given to him, but he has not earned. for this, a hero will give away his freedom.

[ Though she does not fear as she once did, Wanda doesn't accept the tattoo on her wrist easily. Rather than being gunned down in the streets, the masses of "imPorts" allow themselves to be cataloged and controlled -- even those that profess to be unhappy with their enslavement. They say things like, "it could be worse," using that to justify their own slothfulness.

It could always be worse. That doesn't make it right. ]

where i am from, the avengers are so high in their tower that humans appear to them only as little ants. the complacency i see here is worse, i think.

where do i find a true hero?
unpranyaunceable: (get that fish stick out of your nose)
[personal profile] unpranyaunceable
[The name attached to the post reads 'Anya B.']

I don't actually know if greeting people is a thing new people do on here, so. Hi, I'm Anya, I'm new, yadda yadda.

Quick question for you guys: do they figure out who to take from each world? Like, putting their little crosshairs over us and then plucking us out to dump us here? Because I think the military is putting a little too much effort into this with me, I'm not really into this army or "hero" stuff.

[Although she suspects that, if they do, it has less to do with her awe-inspiring skills as a high schooler, and more with her family history.]

Follow-up question: it is the year 2015, right? Did somebody forget to mention that the Cold War is over? Seriously. It's been like more than 25 years, what gives?
cassassin: (56)
[personal profile] cassassin
[there are two posts to the network, one after another. she's been struggling with navigating the communicator for a while now, but she thinks she's managed to bruteforce the basics of the interface. a young woman speaks up, apparently the camera's only got the top of her head in frame.]

Um... hello? Is this thing... wait... [she stops the broadcast, playing it back for herself before she starts another post. this time it's aimed properly, and she's definitely sure it's going. Cassandra's sitting outside a beachside cafe in Heropa on a bright and sunny afternoon. wearing a tacky pair of cheap sunglasses with the Flash's symbol on them - imPort tourist crap at its finest - and drinking a cold bubble tea.

best to play the naive newcomer swept up by all this hero stuff.

Hi. I'm Cassandra. I've been... lurking? [is that the word she wants...] For a few days now. Settling in. I have to say, this is... different, next to Gotham and Blüdhaven.

Hi, roommates, if you're... watching this. I haven't been around. Sorry. Between work, and... rehearsal, it's-- [she shrugs. surely they know how it is. or at least, they might think they do, which is good enough for her. looong sip from her straw.]

Anyway. I know some of the... names I've heard, but I've also heard we have... alternate universes? Even among us. What can you tell me?
defensebonds: (✪ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-sɪx)
[personal profile] defensebonds
[ The screen flickers on to a face that’s as pure America as apple pie. With his wide jaw set at a stiff angle and his blond hair all a mess after facing the abuse of a helmet for far too long, Steve stares down into the endless abyss of an open video communication log. He’s not exactly comfortable with this, but he can’t think of a much better way to find familiar faces besides going door to door -- not that he didn’t consider it. Briefly. ]

This is Captain Steve Rogers. I’m looking for members of my team; we were separated before I arrived here.

[ He’s not naming names; at least one person on said team goes by well over a dozen of them, and he’s pretty sure she’d snap his neck in six places if he even so much as uttered one of them on an unsecure channel. ]

Near as I can tell, most everybody here has been dragged away from their lives to fight somebody else’s war by a governing body that doesn't seem keen on so much as a “please” and “thank you;” if I’m wrong about that, I’d love to hear about it. If I’m not, I’d certainly like to hear more about that, too. So whatever information you’ve got, I’ll take it.

[ What do you say from here? After a long and somewhat frustrated silence, he closes with: ]

Over and out.
takethestairs: (harrumph)
[personal profile] takethestairs
[Clears his throat. Time to get this out of the way]

So, it appears that the Porter thought I needed a little vacation. I'll be getting back to work in a day or two, but first, does anyone mind filling me in on current events? Just in case the news missed any details over our latest misadventures.

Oh, and one more thing. [His voice turns cold, as irritation infects his calm, professional tone] While I appreciate that my apartment was kept clean during my absence, there seem to be a few items missing. If someone could help me to retrieve them, I'd be most grateful.


May. 26th, 2015 08:35 pm
notdaredevil: (what could possibly be wrong)
[personal profile] notdaredevil
I've been an attorney for fifteen years. And I'll admit there were times when I thought about running for DA, or for mayor, but I've never really been a policy-maker. Maybe it's because so many policy-makers seem to make decisions with their heads firmly entrenched somewhere— you can fill in where on your own— because sadly, it seems like nobody has bothered to learn anything from history. Not their own, and not ours. Which, when you've had the catastrophic champion of a previous registration attempt hanging around drooling to toss in his two cents, the opportunity is quite clearly there. I'm sure he'll have something to say any minute.

[ Matt hopes he does. Matt sure as hell has a lot to say to him, right now. But he carries on in the calm, courtroom voice in the meantime. ]

So let's talk about all the things they didn't mention in that press release, because I for one would like to know:

- How are they going to enforce this effectively without tracking everyone's status extensively?
- How extensively have they been tracking this in the first place?
- How is a registered imPort going to know that the possible costumed Import is or isn't a vigilante? "Let's you and him fight"? I can see the lawsuits piling up already.
- How will they know who to target?
- Where is the oversight for this program? Who is giving the orders and passing out the information? How do we know that they're getting it right and not just adding names on a list?
- Alternatively, haven't they just handed registered imPorts license to go after who they want?
- What reasonable basis is there to consider that "registration" is an effective criteria for trusting that an individual has the training or effective judgment necessary to be trusted with what is essentially a law enforcement task? Is that really a trustworthy reason to believe someone can carry out their job?

And, most importantly:

- When mistakes are made, who the hell's going to be held accountable?

You see, I was there when the Superhuman Registration Act passed in my universe, and I was there when they tried to pass registration acts for mutants again and again before that. And when the costumed community turned on itself, it wasn't always heroes bringing in their former friends. They allowed criminals to become part of the program to hunt down the noncompliant based on a flimsy pretext— people who had spent lengthy periods in jail, mass murderers and a cannibal alien and a mad man who put on a goblin costume and went on to blow up Asgard. So you'll forgive me if I don't look at this and think it's an effective solution to the problem. Because I want to know the details. I want to know that this isn't going to become the same unconstitutional, poorly-organized clusterfuck I've already witnessed once.


May. 26th, 2015 04:17 pm
selfequipped: (:/)
[personal profile] selfequipped
[Kate actually knows she shouldn't do this. She knows she shouldn't, but she goes ahead and does it anyway.]

A year ago, I made a post on here. I talked about a different world, and I talked about a different registration act. In my world, good people who refused to register were assaulted, brought down, and meant to be delivered to a dangerous and terrible prison until they submitted. My friends and I were among the first to refuse to register, and we were lucky enough to be rescued. I never registered, and it turned out that everything associated with the act was ... bad.

For that reason, among others, I've refused to register here. We don't belong in this world, and our hands are being forced on the matter. The government has used us without divulging information openly, and they've even put us into psychological games. Just last April, everyone was asked to play a game. Did you feel like a rat in a cage? And last June, people were asked to play a war game without being told of the very real consequences: that with every shot, we'd feel what it was like to have a real bullet tearing into us. And at the end of the game, you either won or you experienced true death before you woke up.

[Her voice here intensifies in its anger.]

And now ... now, a year later, we're in another game. We're in the reality of that paintball game. See, it was imPort versus imPort, and here we are again. We're having our hands forced because even if we've been helping one another, and helping the citizens of the world, we should be brought in. None of the vigilantes I know kill. We all help, doing what we can, and it's the government who defines our behavior, and who decides that we should adhere to their laws. And why? Is there any reason that we should? We didn't consent to these tattoos. We've been going along with what they've wanted for ages.

So, this is what I'm asking the government to do. You have the list of vigilantes. Why don't you bring us in yourself? Why use other imPorts? You can capture us, right?

Because honestly, that's what I'd like to know. Obviously, you want something for this, so everyone, let's guess! Because it looks like they want a Civil War among us. I guess they really didn't think it through, even with cautionary tales already ready in their midst.

[When she cuts the feed, it switches to text, providing a link to her previous words on the matter. Cautionary tales are even sourced!]
luckynumber42: (well this sure is an all purpose icon)
[personal profile] luckynumber42
So, this is gonna sound kinda random, but. I've been wondering for a little while...what's New York like here? I just wanna know if it's anything like the New York from my world.

Actually, now that I think about it--how does the New York here compare to New York where you came from? If you've ever been there, I mean. 'Cause now I'm wondering about all the different versions of it we probably know.


maskormenace: (Default)