Oct. 15th, 2017 12:07 am
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It seems that having small, sentient companions is rather common here on Earth. Can someone explain why so many people seem to want and/or have them? Especially when they are incredibly small and seem to serve no purpose in terms of protection or strength?


Oct. 12th, 2017 02:23 pm
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So this is totally normal, the whole being pulled from another universe to this uh.... Earth? Is that what it's called?

Yeah, Earth.

Anyway, I guess that's to say that I'm new here and trying to figure out how everything works. Otherwise just give me a ring at Your Future is Clear phone psychic service, and I will help you find your path in life.

[ He can't help but try so hard not to laugh. That sounds ridiculous. Jedi he may be, but he's pretty sure the Force shouldn't be used for cheap parlor tricks. ]

Jabba out.
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[Tina is at the Adventure House after school on this day; there's a smidge of glue and some smidges of green makeup on her face.]

So is anybody else going to go trick-or-treating this year? I feel like I'm almost too old for it, but I came up with such a great idea, I couldn't resist...

[She proudly holds up a crude drawing of herself, in a taco costume, with a wizard's hat on.]

A Taako Taco. It's going to be great.
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Seeking imPort assistance for event security. Roles various, but include basic crowd-control, ticket-taking, 1:1 chaperoning upon quest need.

An assortment of talents are sought but in particular sought qualifications include:
  • Super Strength
  • Power nullification
  • Whatever counts as "crowd control" in video games
  • A soothing disposition
  • Being sane, but sane-sane, not "sane" in a way that makes you think costumed vigilantism is a good idea
  • high resistance to mental torture or magic in general
  • Actual experience in event security?
The ideal candidates thinks there's no such thing as gods and that I'm full of shit, but is miraculously able to keep their fucking mouth shut about it for 40$ an hour
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[personal profile] phoenixleader
[ A very clearly non-human adjusts a few things, trying to get herself in frame. ]

Alright, is this thing working? Ugh, I have a droid newer than this technology and he's older than me...

[ She smooths down the leather of her vest with gloved hands, the fleshy-green tendrils on the back of her head slightly bouncing and swaying with her movements. ]

My name is Hera Syndulla. I've been told that it's rather common for me to be missing my ship, but I'm... I'm hoping that someone from my crew made it here. Phoenix Squadron, Specters, if you're out there... It'd be good to hear your voice.

[ She's clearly worried, looking away from the camera and clearing her throat slightly before shuffling a few papers off screen. ]

For those of you more familiar with this world, I have a question.

... What's a Social Worker?
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[ The audio function on this is remarkably similar to her show, with just a more limited audience. But this is Trish's element. This is where she shines. ]

Those of you who didn't have powers before coming here -- is it something that you dreamed of back home? Did... [ She pauses to find the right word. ] ..."gifted" people exist where you're from? I always tried to convince my best friend that she should put on a costume and save others. I guess I was trying to live vicariously through her that way.

There's something that happened. We call it "The Incident" because, well... "The Day Aliens Poured Out of the Sky" is a bit of a mouthful. A good portion of New York was destroyed and a lot of lives were lost, but it could have been worse. Unimaginably worse. But there were people who stepped in. Stepped up.

Do you think those who have the power should use it for the betterment of society? Share your thoughts.


Sep. 4th, 2017 03:00 pm
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[personal profile] beyondthegreen
[It's the middle of the day and somewhere in a city park, greenery behind her, Tefé finally ends up turning on the video feed, scowling. Under other circumstances, finding herself in a whole new universe might have been like some kind of omen, a fresh start. But the military thing sticks in her craw, and frankly, so far Tefé hasn't seen anything to indicate that, in a more planetary sense, things are much different than back home, which leaves her back with the same dilemmas as ever.]

How many of you Registered Heroes actually believe it's a good idea to basically be signing up with the military? You know, the guys that come up with new and creative ways for humans to keep killing each other, along with the rest of the planet as a hapless casualty? Do any of you even think about how completely fucked up it is being tagged like this? Knowing they've got a file on you is creepy as hell, too.

[Even though there's signs of anger on her face, she honestly sounds more pensive than anything, with one other question on her mind.]

And has anyone else found out that some things just... stopped working since they came here? Things you used to be able to do, I mean.


Aug. 26th, 2017 10:52 pm
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[personal profile] am_i_a_monster
[The video shows an art print, a portrait of a woman with black paint covering the woman's ear and the word 'ugly' written below. Abigail holds up another portrait with an ear painted over and a scar drawn on the neck and the word 'monster' scrawled over the top. She holds up another and another, with ears painted over and scars drawn on the neck. She drops the prints onto a table and frowns.]

I work at the Van Don't Gogh Art Shoppe. I could have let myself think that it was some sort of reference to van Gogh's ear. But..

[She holds up another portrait, with the words 'cut off her other one and send her home']

This clearly says her. And with the scars drawn on the necks, and all the other stuff that's going on, I know they mean me. There were more. Pretty much any piece of art with a face got painted on.

[She won't show the ones that said 'murderer' or 'cannibal'.]

I spent a long time, back home, being told that I would have a new life. A better life. But I didn't. Not there.

I thought this was my new life. Here.

[She shakes her head.]

I don't know anymore. Everything feels so messed up.
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[personal profile] carbonfrozen
[The video opens on a taxi, broken down beside a Maurtia Falls sidewalk, and off in the periphery, someone in a hoodie quickly disappearing behind a corner. That's probably because of the neon-red stylized dick spray-painted on the side of the car, or the angry lime-green THIEF on the hood.

Only one is related to the fact that an imPort's driving this car. The other is not, there are other cars nearby that have also gotten dicks spray-painted in obnoxiously bright colors, though only the taxi has any additional graffiti.

The camera turns, and Han's shaking out his hand, the knuckles bruised up like he'd punched someone just a few minutes ago.]

And that's the third time in as many days I've gotten hit by someone who can't draw human body parts to save their own life. [Yes. That's what he's going to complain about. The fact that someone drew a dick on his car, and not the anti-imPort slogan. It is true, he is a thief, is he supposed to be offended by that?] Fine, I got the message: I won't leave my car unattended in Maurtia Falls anymore.

[A huff.] You'd think they'd at least know what it looks like, right?


Aug. 25th, 2017 10:51 pm
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[personal profile] metalminded
[ This post starts as a text post, with an image of this, with varying languages, which is a poster that's shown up all over the imPort cities today.

Then it switches to video:

I understand that many of you have been adversely affected recently by the widespread vandalism and destruction that has been happening to our community. You may have to share a room with someone else, but there is a bed for you in my home if you need a place to stay. We'll keep someone posted on watch at all times for however long is necessary. If you would also like to volunteer for a shift, we'd appreciate that as well.

Stay safe.

[ OoC: Special thanks to [plurk.com profile] piipa, [plurk.com profile] pana, [plurk.com profile] cantito, [plurk.com profile] muffyre, [plurk.com profile] smithsyndicate, [plurk.com profile] goodluckmodes, [plurk.com profile] thelightroyale, [plurk.com profile] acloudofsnakes, [plurk.com profile] journeys, [plurk.com profile] panheraliam, [plurk.com profile] captainplanette, and [plurk.com profile] muditaya for volunteering translations!

Oh and you can handwave calling Charles and Erik!


Aug. 23rd, 2017 11:44 pm
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[personal profile] reexamined
[Oh hey, it's that robot who argued with at least a dozen people about milk. This isn't fun and games this time around, as K-2 doesn't speak at first, and instead sends through the communicators a blue-tinted, looping projection that looks like it comes from his perspective.]

This is Bodhi Rook. He is missing. I understand now, that this can happen if the Porter "takes someone back." I also know that there is a chance he will be returned, but there is also a chance that this isn't the case, and something has happened to him.

[Very unlikely. But it isn't the same percentage he had given for Cassian- it's higher. Less than ten, still, but not four. Ever since Cassian's "duplicate" had shown up, Kay won't write off that imPorts could arrange for something to happen to Bodhi and make it look like a port out.]

...If anyone has any information on his whereabouts, it would be appreciated. He...

[Is important. Needs to be protected.]

Is a friend. Thank you.
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[personal profile] candor1
[it looks like you may have stumbled on a cinema channel. The picture quality is different from normal transmission. Hard to say how. Colors more intense but light more hazy. Sensory input… it's almost more tactile than visual. See in feeling. Wind on face, sun on back, weight on feet…
It's not this distortion that makes the land and the light look unearthly. It's not Earth.
An obsidian land, once melted, now hard and dry, ash and cavern, with a violet sky…]

three children are playing on a hillside )

[The display snapped back to this reality.

The woods of De Chima. Hitting the ground from the Porter at a dead run.

Cassian stumbling again to his knees, managed to keep it at dry heaving this time, pushing himself up against a tree, and slapping the comm angrily]

Work blast it.

Does anyone read me?

[flashes of their names, their faces, on the display as through his mind:


but perhaps none of them will mind, they'll understand, that the only names he can force through his throat right now:]


002. video.

Aug. 8th, 2017 02:16 pm
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[personal profile] jalan
[ Unlike most instances when Daenerys addresses the network or those on it individually, she is more practical today than pretty. Intricate braids decorate her hair, but they likewise serve a purpose to control silver waves and keep them lashed down. Her face is clear of makeup, and her garments, leather and wool, are better suited for adventuring than high fashion.

Behind her, a late afternoon Virginian landscape from on high, as if she has climbed Whitetop Mountain just to make her pronouncement. ]

In light of recent attacks and violences against our little minority, I'm moved to address the fact that my imPort bodyguard has since been vanished home again. [ Feelings on the subject are mild, or have already been processed, practical in the moment. ] I envy her. And I've yet to determine whether appointing another is necessary, but--

[ The wind swamps her speakers, and she squints against it while it endures, before she starts again. ]

But I would be remiss if I did not learn how to defend myself. If there are those among you both adept at physical defense as well as willing to teach someone who is not, I'd like to come to an arrangement. I've no instinct for weaponry, [ she adds, to fend off the prospect of sword lessons and the like. ] But I would welcome the advice.

I hope you all remain safe. We have but one another.

[ Her message finishes with an understated smile, and an odd sound in the background, an animal, bass-deep purr, that some would recognise as to belonging to a dragon. Most may just think it to be more noise interference. She ends the transmission there. ]
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OOC: This post is in relation to this and this

I'm not sure if this is the best way to do it, or if this will lead to anything, but - I'm afraid it's a bit of a Missing Persons ad. [Her voice is a bit unsteady in a way that suggests she's trying her hardest to maintain her composure. The apples of her cheeks are a bit flushed, the rims of her eyes a bit pinker than normal. She offers a very, very tight-lipped, twitching smile before her face goes sullen again.]

I'm wondering if anyone has seen the man in the image I'm about to show. He was last seen in De Chima yesterday morning and has not been seen or heard of since. His communicator was broken, though any message sent to him, regardless of format, bounces back as though there's - [She pauses, inhaling a short breath to steel herself to continue.]

As though there's no recipient to be found.

If you've any information, please let me know. Any assistance would - would be greatly appreciated.

[An image comes on the screen until the message goes black.]


Jul. 26th, 2017 07:51 pm
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[personal profile] hashtagtwinning
Hello, Network. To those of you unlucky enough to have yet to make my acquaintance, I'm Cheryl Blossom.

I have a few questions as to the way the world works here--specifically as I've spoken to several who have claimed that those who are dead can come in as ImPorts. If anyone here comes from that particular experience, I'd be very interested in speaking to you. If not, I don't have the time for you.

Secondly, I'm incredibly invested in learning if it's possible to force someone to be Ported in. Someone who's dead back home.

Hypothetically, of course. :)

Also, feel free to follow me on all forms of social media, @CherylBombshell. You won't regret it.


Jul. 1st, 2017 10:18 pm
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[personal profile] reexamined
[The communicator is set up in such a way that the main viewpoint is pointed at a clean countertop with what looks like... several glasses of milk, except the milk is various shades of blue. Some are more white than blue, and some are more blue than white. Overall, it's a little weird.

It's a little bit weirder, when behind the row of milk, is a seven-foot robot, and then a human woman.

Hello. Because Tanith fails to acknowledge that I have perfect recollection of what milk it supposed to look like, we have to unfortunately ask you people.

[Jyn rolls her eyes, heavily, at Kay's comment, then glares up at him before deadpanning over to the camera again.]

He's malfunctioning, obviously, and doesn't know anything about anything.

I think that the perfect shade of bantha milk is this one.

[She holds up a glass somewhere in the middle of the blue spectrum.]

I drank a lot of it, fermented especially, growing up. I know it's the right color.

You know, I don't think they're going to really know what the proper color is, considering their milk is white, for some reason.

[So everyone- what do you think? The slightly more blue milk, or the slightly less blue milk? Both milks look equally gross unless you're, you know, used to that.]


Jun. 12th, 2017 10:51 am
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[personal profile] exsithstential
[The feed is simple, Revan, sitting in a darkened room, with only a single warm light to reveal him and the table at which he sits. Like a storyteller sitting by candlelight, or a dim fire. He folds his hands and smiles a smile that genuinely looks like it's for you. ]

Hello friends. I hope the day finds you well. I have a slightly more... indulgent question for you today. A bit of a hypothetical situation, with a less than obvious solution. And I'm interested to hear how you'd respond in such a situation. There are no right or wrong answers, I more want to explore your reasoning and logical process.

I encourage you all to see this as a discussion, and perhaps even a respectful debate. But this is not a place for judgements.

And so I shall begin. I will try to summarize as best I can, but if I'm unclear please feel free to ask for clarification.

Situation: There are two nations at war, one with a reputation for being good, and one that has proven itself time and again to be influenced by evil. There is a third, neutral, smaller nation that is offering to supply both sides with medical supplies, on the hard line condition that the war not come to their lands. On pain of death, and revocation of their trade agreement.

You have been called upon for you reputation of intellegence and clarity, [There's the slightest twitch at the corner of his lips, as if amused by his own description.] to review a potential breach in that agreement:

A solder for the former nation, with a long history of bravery and honor, stands accused of killing a soldier of the latter. And if found guilty will be executed and the nation of good will see valuable medical supplies cut off from troops in need. The soldier claims they are innocent.

While your investigation is length and nuanced, you eventually come to the conclusion that the two soldiers were having an affair. The living, "good" soldier thought it was love, while it turns out the deceased "evil" soldier was only using the other to spy and steal secrets. So when the living soldier found out, they lured the deceased out under the guise of a rendezvous, murdered them for their betrayal, then attempted to cover it up.

Faced with this knowledge, when asked for your verdict, what would you say? Knowing full well a guilty verdict would result in the soldiers death, and the "good" nation's losing valuable medical supplies to the "evil" nation. A fact that could potentially cost them the war?


Jun. 11th, 2017 08:51 pm
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[ The video feed is just some extremely high definition footage of a bouquet of flowers blooming and then dying in what surely must be time-lapse. But no here come all the cute bugs at regular speed to munch on the plants. This is all set on black velvet and surrounded by what seems to be pieces of some small predator's skeleton cast in silver. ]

So everyone wants to know if your world has magic or space travel or- I dunno, pop-punk?

Here's the real question, is anyone from a world where there are doctors who don't constantly sound like they're trying to talk you into crawling up their ass to live with them in there?
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[personal profile] compressions
[Richard looks like he wants to say something, but he hesitates and gets off to a few false starts before he manages to say what he wants to say.]

Hi, uh, my name's...I'm Richard, I'm from Palo Alto - some other world's Palo Alto anyways, I'm new here, I don't know anybody, and honestly I'd probably rather have used the texting function but I'm curious to see how clearly this video will come through.

Is there anyone here who's actually worked on this network, by any chance? It's really interesting and I'd love to chat about it. Or anyone who knows about tech here in general.

[He looks away for a moment, and rubs the back of his head with one hand.]

Also, is there anyone else here who has never ever fought crime, not even once? I'm not actually sure how we're picked for, uh, this, but I'm feeling a little underqualified right now.


Jun. 5th, 2017 11:12 pm
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[personal profile] aberranthubris
[The video opens with an image of a man sitting on his wheelchair. The grey fishbone suit jacket seems almost a little too formal on top of a nice turquoise knit of his sweater and the Burberry check of his quilt that's spread over his legs. He has crossed his fingers on his lap and seems to be addressing the recording device while leaning a bit forward, as if he were worried his words wouldn't carry far enough. Cut him some slack, he's used to the 80's technology.

A calm, enduring smile has curved over his lips and blue eyes seem steady, no nervousness to be detected. ]

Good day to you, fellow imports and others who might have access to these recordings. I'll start by introducing myself, to those who aren't familiar with me. I am Professor Charles Xavier, recently brought to this situation, like I imagine has happened to quite a few of you. I would like to address the network for a few matters that are of both personal and public nature.

Firstly, I would like to welcome anyone who has problems with adjusting to their possibly new powers and abilities to contact me for help. I have decades worth of experience from mentoring powered individuals. If you need help, do not hesitate to contact me.

[ He takes a moment to consider his words, looking at something else beyond the camera lens. Then with a mild clearing of his throat, he continues: ] My second matter is much more personal and not as much an announcement as it is a request.

I've been notified that I've spent some time in this place before. Several times, apparently. I'd love to get together with those of you who have known me before, fill these empty spaces in my memories if you will. Please, contact me.

[ With a brief nod, Charles reaches for the device, about to close it off. ]

And of course, stay safe everyone.


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