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Hello, there! I've got a proposition to make. I'm free, you're free, we're both free, so why not spend a little time getting to know each other? And what better way to do that than to play a game? Don't you love games? I do. Games are great, so let's play.

Couple of guidelines first! Do you know the word association game? I'm sure you do. Everyone knows the word association game, it's a universal staple, I've played the word association game with a forest on Thremkin in the 78th century and they don't even have words, what's your excuse? Just to be clear, in case you don't know it, the game goes like this: I say a word, you reply with the first word that comes into your head. For example! I say "cheese", you might say "mouse". Or "blue". Or "smelly". One word answers, please! Those are the basics... I'm adding an extra bit, though, for a bit of fun. We each get the chance to say "why?" three times, and we also get a "pass" each. So! Say you said cheese and I said "feet", you could say "why?" and I'd have to explain where the association came from. In that case, cheesy feet - bleurgh. If you don't want to explain a why, you can pass, but only once. It's no fun if you keep all those embarrassing associations to yourself!

Okay. Without further ado, I'll start. I'll give you a few, so pick your favourite and we'll go from there.

Your options are: gate, silver, star, book, stink, dream, tea or precious.

No need to tell me which one you're going with, just dive in with your answer and we're off!

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Aug. 2nd, 2014 01:36 am
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How incompetent are you people?

[Pitch is entirely serious in that question, sounding somewhere between aggravated and amused. In the background can be heard the very faint distorted warbling of Celiene Dion.]

Between apparently getting kidnapped and trapped in space and the usual disgrace to the millions of years of evolution that produced you I'm not entirely sure any of you can be trusted not to choke to death when you draw air to breathe.

Not that I'm surprised by it, your inefficient existences aren't anything new.

I mean really, you have more than a few people here who can travel by unconventional means rather instantly and you didn't think to ask if they could oh... take a look or something? Just because there are those here with standards on what we involve ourselves with doesn't mean we can't be paid or otherwise convinced to assist in matters.

Your inability to look past your navals aside, if anyone is interested in oddities I can be convinced to part with some of my findings from my absence from your constant nattering. I have a few rather fascinating mutated skulls.
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You know, we have a lot of really talented people here. Not that we didn't before -- us imports have always been pretty on top of things, but I think it goes without saying that without the talent and skill of everyone, there'd probably be a few of us that would be dead right about now. Or at least we'd have died. So, I don't think anyone's said it yet, but thanks, to everyone who helped get us out of there.

[ And there's a pause there, he's trying to be nice, and his ego is suffering. ]

I'd like to say we could have done it ourselves, but... well, you can't always predict for unpredictability, and getting us quickly could have been what saved our lives.

But, that's not the only reason I'm here. It's been a busy couple of weeks, not just from our unfortunate attempt to go to space, but for me personally. [ He indicates behind him, it's obviously an office, more strewn with metal and wires and parts than anything else. It's, frankly, an absolute mess. ] I got the loan a few weeks ago, but other than a few people I've gotten in on the ground floor, we haven't had much opportunity for hiring. Startups are always complicated.

But I'm happy to say, that if you want to work in tech and R&D, you should probably come talk to me. I can't promise high wages -- yet -- but I take care of my people, and with a few choice inventions, we'll be able to hit the ground running, and I'd like to see anyone with talent come talk to me. I promise, you won't regret it.

At least, you won't if you don't mind working for me.
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[ When Charles appears on the screen his expression is twisted into one of confusion, with a layer of thoughtful disapproval dusted on top. He opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it; debating two subjects that seem to be warring for relevance at the front of his mind. Really, that's been the story of his day to day life, here. ]

There are entirely too many strange things going on in this future; there's more culture shock than I'd expected. On the one hand, I suppose I had expected cars to fly—not disappointing. On the other, what on Earth are the ingredients in this? [ Charles displays an energy drink for the camera after a moment with a knit brow. ] I really only wanted tea—which they didn't have—and I was given this in the place of coffee. I don't think it "does the same thing". I think I was lied to.

[ Then, putting it aside, his expression turns more serious. ]

I digress. I can.. save my suspicion for another day. What I would like to know, from anyone who is willing—what is the power you acquired upon your arrival here? They are not unusual where I am from. However, they're acquired through genetic means; I cannot help but wonder if that is true here, as well, in some—retroactive way, if your genes have been... modified.

Thank you.

[ He's right about to shut off the feed before he stops and, as an aside, says: ]

I would also appreciate it if someone younger could tell me whether or not there are drugs in this drink. Thank you.
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[Have a wobbly camera scene, Heropa, and a very happy young woman coming into view.]

Hi! [Look at that really bright smile, Heropa.] I'm Winry, if you don't know me, and I'd like to invite everyone to come to the beach tomorrow, on 13 June, for a beach party! I'm going to be making some food, and I guess it's traditional to grill? [She has no idea what that means.] And have games and music and swimming.

[If you'd ask if she'd gotten her information on beach parties from the Frankie and Annette movies, you'd probably be close.]

I'd love it if you came! Everyone's invited, just bring something with you! Drinks or food or games!

Ummm...maybe meet at the beach around eleven-thirty tomorrow? Oh! I understand that some of us need...uh. [She frowns.] Sunscreen? [Yes, that's it.]

I really hope to see you there!


Jul. 12th, 2014 08:43 am
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[The thing about employing text is that when you start using it when all your broadcasts are in video, people tend to question why you've suddenly switched. So he makes the decision to instead compose himself as best as he can and use video instead.

Unfortunately, he always sort of overestimates his ability to compose himself. He certainly doesn't seem distraught, or panicked, or anything of the sort, but he's definitely shaky. This is definitely a far cry from his normal, slow, quiet, lengthy broadcasts.]

I'm leaving on a business trip abroad for...some length of time. I'm - not certain how long. Please don't try to contact me; I'll be far too busy to answer any messages.

Good day.
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[ the first thing that comes on is the voice. It's a young man, British accent...and obviously sloshed. ]

Really, this government has it all planned out, doesn't it? Kidnap you, give you a tattoo, and then take you to a wonderful party to make you forget all of it. Plus, this little phone certainly is-- [ and then the voice cuts out for a little bit. offscreen, someone is talking to Dorian. ] What? It does video too? Well, mind showing me which button that is?

[ and then the video clicks show Dorian's feet. Thankfully that only lasts a moment or so, before he picks up the camera, laughing slightly at how bad he is at this. The camera's at a horrible angle, but you can see Dorian laughing, dark hair still slightly damp. You can also see fireworks in the background. Dorian's obviously recording from the glass bottom boat party. Great job, buddy. ]

There we go. Anyway, I'm Dorian Gray, fresh from 2007 and one of your newest inductees in...wherever we are. [ A voice offscreen corrects him: 'It's Heropa.' And then Dorian scoffs. ] Heropa? What a dull name. Of course, it's already proven that it doesn't have dull people.

[ Goddammit Dorian, stop flirting while the video's on, that's rude. Eventually, he remembers 'oh wait a moment, I turned this on for a reason.' ]

Oh, right. Anyway, like I said, I'm fresh from 2007. Mind giving me a little catch-up on what happened from 2007 to 2014? Any world, I suppose--I have a feeling this 2014 is different from most.

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Jul. 4th, 2014 10:06 pm
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ok so question

say you just got here

and everyones all oooohh ahhhhh superheroes and that's cool and all

but you're a) not a superhero and b) FUCKING RUSSIAN

like srsly my blood is at least part vodka thats how russian we're talking here

its kinda weird to drag me to a little room and say you want me to fight the soviets isn't it

like hey just go fight your own people because we say so and also you have powers now????

yeah ok thanks for fucking with my dna i guess WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

anyways none of that was actually a question, oops so here's one

any other russkies out there????? if not thats cool but plz don't look at me like i'm coming for your family

also how do you know if that file that tells you your power isnt bs because i'm looking at it like wtf who considers this a power, can't i have something cool like shooting lasers out of my eyes

maybe theres some mistake??? hahaha that'd mean they'd have to send me home tho right

good luck with that, im sure

ok im out, i have some kind of boat cruise to go to



Jun. 20th, 2014 02:00 pm
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[Edgeworth is sitting at his desk. He looks tired, still. He occasionally refers to a sheaf of papers as he speaks.

Buckle in; this is a long one. (As if they're ever anything else.)]

Good day. My name is Miles Edgeworth; for those who do not know me, I work as a prosecutor for the city of Heropa.

As many of you are aware, there have been a rash of incidents which have ended with the apprehension and arrest of your fellow Imports. I hesitate to call these "crimes," because, in truth, those who were arrested were determined to be not criminals at all. Rather, they were victims of a man named Sissel, now calling himself "The Manipulator," who utilized his ability of mind control against them. All those arrested have been released; I beg all of you not to treat the victims of this crime with any stigma, as they were not at fault.

Sissel is currently at large and must be considered armed and dangerous. There is a not insignificant possibility that he will continue to use his ability to commit crimes.

As such, I recommend that you familiarize yourself with the symptoms of mind control. This ability begins with a sudden and inexplicable sensation of relaxation and foggy-headedness; you will find it abruptly very difficult to think, and you will start to move against your will. In the very early moments, before he has fully established control, it is possible to fight back - [He thinks - ] And so if you have already taken the necessary precautions, there are steps you can take to counter his ability.

I recommend that anyone who considers themselves at high risk of possession carry a panic button. Politicians, high-level scientists, computer technicians, and anyone working with or around the Porter seem to be particular targets of his. But if you think yourself at risk, the police will provide for a small fee a panic button which can be pressed in the event of an emergency; this will send out a signal to vigilant parties, and they can act to be at your location within moments.

[He nods, that message delivered. And then he gives a sardonic look at the camera. His voice is abruptly quite dry.]

Also, if you're thinking of committing a crime and then blaming it on him, please don't. We're more than capable of telling the difference. We've already arrested three copycats; unless you want to join them in a prison cell, do please act honestly.

[Well. That's out of the way with, so now he sets his papers aside and addresses the camera with more engagement. This question is clearly simply something of interest to him.

He asks:]

How many of you out there believe that there is any virtue in speaking about "villains"? I've heard the word bandied about. More, and perhaps more perniciously, I've seen people thinking as though there is some "villainous" segment of the population, who will act as though this were some tawdry film.

This notion seems to me to be beyond pernicious. I'm a prosecutor, and so I deal with criminals on a daily basis - but it would be irresponsible and destructive for me to confuse a criminal with a villain. After all, a criminal is frequently someone who's made a mistake, or who acts out of desperation. A criminal, too, is ultimately still human. Any of us could have become criminals had our lives been but a bit different.

So: there is my query. When you speak of villains, is this a shorthand? Or do you truly believe that some of your compatriots and comrades are irreconcilably morally different from you?

→ video

Jun. 20th, 2014 05:48 pm
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[This time when the video feed connects, Kara is at least somewhere slightly more sensible than a bar; that being her room. The only downside of the location is that it means her not-quite-pet raven decides to investigate the device, so there's a small moment of fussing before Kara actually speaks.]

I need a job. Academia isn't the field for me and I need something new before I punch some professor. Don't exactly have my resume with me, but I've tried my hand at pretty much anything under the sun. Used to find people for a living back home, but I don't think that's much use here. I make good muscle, if you know anyone looking for that sorta thing. Gonna be doing the old fashioned job hunt too, so don't bother suggesting that, I'm just trying this first.

If you've got something you'd rather not talk about where our current hosts can listen in, just track me down sometime, I'm not hard to find.

[She doesn't have many qualms about doing something illegal, as long as it pays well.]

I'm also in the market for a shield, for when shit hits the fan. Something like this - [attached is a picture of a Scandinavian round shield.] And its gonna need to be able to handle more than what a normal shield could. Don't care if its magic or tech, as long as its actually worth carrying. If you or someone you know can do that for me, get in touch.

Thanks in advance to anyone with useful replies.

[And with that, she cuts the feed.]


Jun. 19th, 2014 07:20 pm
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[Sitting in the middle of the shot is a man, a rather plain looking fellow in simple, tidy dress, sitting on a bench. If the background foliage is any clue he's more than likely in some sort of outdoor park.

Even with his casual appearance, his evenly distributed weight and perfect posture possibly betrays a more "cultured" upbringing.

When he speaks, his tone is soft and his words have a pleasant flow.

Forgive me, please, if you find my sentiment a tired one. I'll try not to let my ignorance be a burden.

[Pausing a moment, his eyes travel down to the floor as if searching for the words there. When he returns his gaze he brings a hand up with it as if to beg a quick 'bare with me'.]

Rest assured I will not be asking for someone to spell out the full details of my predicament. I have already done my own research and, while certainly unusual to say the least, it seems a rather simple set up. Almost engineered to be such. However I have no idea if that is by some overt design or if one can simply attribute it to the efficiency and adaptability of this world's Governing body.

[Slipping his fingers together, the man leans back the few inches he needs to rest against the back of the bench and draws a quick, silent sigh.]

However. Perhaps my question, for all of my research, is too large, too... [Spreads his hands.] obtuse of a concept to expect a simple, comprehensive answer.


[A quick flash of pink as he licks his lips, and you can almost see the discomfort building in him as he prepares himself. It's at this moment the truth just behind his tepid demeanor shines through in his eyes. A sort of hopeless, overwhelming desperation just barely contained under will and nerve. Truly in this moment this man could be the most lonely, lost being in the universe.]

How does one... how do I reconcile this new life... This, this... All of it. With who I was before? How can we be expected to just forget everything that we were? Everything we... [He runs a hand through his hair as he looks up from the camera. A momentary reprieve.] -we've done? And just start all over as refugees in, what is for some of us, a completely alien world?

I ask you, good people, my question: how do we go on? When our lives are no longer relevant and everything we've fought for, everything we've bled for, is now meaningless?

What am I supposed to do?
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[ hello imPorts and other communicator wielders, good to see you today. there's a new video communication available, and upon watching it you'll be greeted with the cheery, dopey grin of a man who is definitely modelling a beautiful bowtie and idiotically purple tweed combo. the following is brought to you by a beautiful English accent. ]

Well, this is good, isn't it? Love a good abduction. Not— not actually, not abductions, but... [ WAVES... HIS HAND AROUND A BIT... you know what I mean right, guys? abductions, not... well. abductions. good! glad that's all cleared up, then, carrying on: ] I'm not usually the one being abducted, I've got more practice with being the one doing the rescuing, but I'm always up for something new! And transuniversal abductions, well, I've only got a dozen or so of those under my belt, so.

... Oh, and a text feature. Text! Fun. Let's give this a go.

[ for those of you watching in realtime, the text appears at the same time the video shakes along with his typing it. for those not, there's a random text post chilling on the network: ]

Hello everybody this is a text, lots of love and other stuff from the Doctor

Sorry, hello, can't resist buttons. Anyway! I was actually just popping up to say hi! Howdy. I'm the Doctor: alien, two hearts, travels through time and space in a big blue box. Thought I'd get that out of the way straight off, not that I've got any doubts I'll be repeating myself any number of times in the not so far off future but if there is anybody out there who recognises that description please do feel free to speak up for a chat. That's open to any of the rest of you, too, as it happens. Wouldn't want anybody getting jealous, chats for all, that's my motto. Well! It was lovely seeing you all, now that that's done I suppose I really ought to jet o—

[ and, after somehow managing to plough his way through a run on sentence that should by any normal standards have exhausted his lung capacity long before its end, the Doctor in all his merry energy reaches up to click enthusiastically alongside his goodbye and—

hat. there is a hat. quite suddenly, quite without warning: hat. right there in his hand, a baseball cap. he stares at it for a second... glowers at it for a moment after that, takes a slow sweep of a glance towards his communicator (did you see that)—

and grins. ]

Hah! What do you know? That really works!

[ and with that, Docout. ]

[ ooc: backdated to the day before the swearing in gig - I'm going to throw my timelines up in the air eventually one way or another but I might as well try to not sabotage myself before I've even started tagging wow ]


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