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[ The man on screen is wearing a bright white suit and white tie over a black shirt. He's framed the camera angle so his great big metal arms aren't visible, however. He's wearing sunglasses even though it's evening by now. His haircut is questionable. ]

As is often the case, when one wants to live a quiet life it's often interrupted. Since my arrival a few months ago, I've been occupied with the search for scientific progress. But it has become increasingly clear to me that I need to expand not only my scientific boundaries but my personal and political ones. Like it or not, we imPorts have found ourselves thrust into a world where our very existence has become politicized.

But as atoms bond to create something new, so too must we bond together to become stronger. To that end I feel the need to introduce myself.

[ He doesn't, and won't, outright say that this post is a response to Spider-Man making a list of his past and future crimes, but it is. He wasn't going to attempt to clear his name except a certain upcoming election has made him deem it prudent. ]

I am Dr. Otto Octavius.

I believe some of you may know me by a different name -- I understand the amount of alternate universes and timelines can become confusing for even those well-versed in such things.

[ He sighs, the picture of a man tired of having himself confused by an alternate version of himself. ]

Regardless, I am formally offering my scientific expertise if needed. I hope you all deign to give me a chance.
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i need to get into contact with someone who's skilled with programming, specifically AIs. it's kind of urgent. please use discretion.
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[There is a brief camera pan, angled generously to evoke the gold and black accents of the clinically pale blue room. The Greco-Roman aesthetic speaks strongly of Frederick Chilton’s office, and those who have already graced the room might recognize it immediately.]

We wanted to discuss this for no particular reason -- no specific catalyst in mind. Just that, well, it ought to be discussed.

[Clearly Chilton’s voice. Without further ado, the camera is pointed quite suddenly and squarely at Will Graham’s face. He definitely didn’t get anywhere close to a full night of sleep and looks past the camera long enough to show that he wasn’t ready for a close up, Mr. Demille. He takes a breath and blinks and in the split second he does his eyes seem ready to roll into the back of his head, fantastic.]

Dorian’s absence has already been. Noted. For those of you who don’t know, Dorian took his own life to be rid of those mirages. He’d come back from the dead before. Assumed he would this time. He hasn’t. And this is not the first time an imPort never made that particular return trip.

[He looks past the camera expectantly. E tu, Frede.]

Walter White.

Freddie Lounds.

Abel Gideon. [A deadened beat follows.] I think, I mean. Actually I do not know for sure, but we suspect. Probably.

It’s the most likely explanation. [Super casual about all this.] Yuri Petrov, too — though he returned several months later. There may be others no one is aware of.

Our point being, one should not take death so lightly, even while we stand in our elevated state as imPorts. [Another, more strained beat.] Anything else, Will?

[He takes a moment to think, lips out in a somewhat comical shape considering the...context.]
We’ve had something of a rash of murders reported, only natives as far as we know. We’d like to encourage everyone to be careful and, if you see something suspicious, don’t act unless you know what you’re doing. We don’t always come back. If things go badly, there is no promise of return. Just for thought.

[He smiles, finally, for the first time since Chilton began filming, though it doesn’t look especially happy.]
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[ The communicator is already properly situated when the video starts, a young woman framed from biceps up, silvery aviators pushed back onto the top of her head holding dark bangs out of her face. She lifts a hand and gives a wave, at ease with this technology, at least. ]

Hi, [ she begins, with a smile that's on the friendly side of polite. ] My name is Kate, I just got here in the last...batch or whatever, and I'm looking for a couple of my friends. If any of you guys are watching this, call me! For the rest of you, I put together a quick list that's attached to this message. I know it's probably annoying all of us showing up looking for people but if you have a minute to take a look, I'd really appreciate it.

They're-- [ here her smile briefly warms, and widens lopsidedly, ] --sort of distinctive? Or they usually are, anyway. I guess with the whole superhero craze here, maybe you have more than one guy running around in space pajamas, who knows!

Anyway, if you can point me to anybody on the list, I'll owe you one. Which! [ she raises a finger here and grins, excitement creeping into her voice ] I can repay in pancakes, because apparently I can do this now: [ this being the sudden appearance of a heaping stack of steaming, golden-brown pancakes, which materialize on the table in front of her, the plate they came on rattling as it lands. She frames them with her hands, Vanna White-style. ] Cool, right? I can do blueberry, too.

att: list.doc


Jan. 7th, 2017 07:09 pm
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[Social networking had never really been Frank's forte, even before he was declared dead to the public. When he found the communicator in his welcome package, and the explanation of the imPort network, he couldn't help but grimace. The greeter interpreted it a smile, and let him go on his way.

Now, he sits in a corner cafe, watching city life unfold around him, with the phone in his hand. A few of the posts he's found so far have actually caught his attention-- apparently some of these supervillain assholes really don't mind showing their faces. Not really a bad thing-- easier to find.

What would be harder to find, however, would be people he can trust. Especially if people here know who he is. May as well test the waters.]

So are there any good coffee shops around here? Because this Starbucks stand in tastes like shit

03 | VIDEO

Jan. 3rd, 2017 02:23 pm
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[When the video opens, imPorts get a good sight of the top of Rusty's nose before he begins to jog backwards, revealing that the camera was set far enough away from the building to have it have a pretty damn good view of the place.

The place in question is a warehouse with its icon and the words VENTURE INDUSTRIES emblazoned on the front of the building in stylish, metallic silver letters. To be honest, the outside actually looks pretty damn impressive. He worked hard on the place.

The inside is a different story, but nobody's seeing the inside today, now, are they?]

A-hem! Good afternoon, fellow imPorts, because I have got a very big announcement to make today. I'd like to announce the formal opening of Venture Industries, a new, imPort-run R&D company. This baby right here - [he tilts his head, gesturing towards the building] - is where you'll want to go if you need a superscientist attending to your affairs. While we do a general business here, it would be neglectful of me not to mention my specialties. [Which he pronounces, this time, and this time only as spe-see-al-i-ties, because he's trying to sound fancy.] We specialize in engineering work, weaponry, and, of course, the vast field of, ah... DNA studies.

[Which is a nice way of saying that he used to have a cloning facility in his basement, but shh!]

The point being that although I've already got my hands full with government projects, I'd be more than happy to squeeze some fellow imPorts into my busy schedule. Or if any of you youngsters are looking for a truly exciting place to intern at, you have my number.

That's all. Helper, the fireworks!

[ One, solitary firework explodes over the top of the building. It looks pitiful.]


[And then a flamethrower begins to shoot incessantly from the roof. From Helper, really, who's currently standing on the roof.]

Goddamn it, this is why I need an intern, because of your incompete--

[Of course, the feed clicks off before the general public can hear any more of Rusty's verbal flagellation of his poor, confused robot.]

[ OOC: On the off-chance that anyone's interested in the offered internship or work being done, Rusty is currently accepting interns and has government contracts for advanced weaponry with additional interests in biological warfare. Feel free to PM me for further plotting or contact me on plurk at wisdombitch! ]

01 | Video

Nov. 7th, 2016 07:55 pm
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Hi, I'm Steve. Pretty new around here, and I got a question or two for you folks.

[ The person on the screen is male, blond and blue-eyed, leaning against a tree in what look like downown De Chima. He's wearing a bomber jacket and what can only be described as a 'grandpa plaid' shirt. No, really, it looks like it barely escaped the least fashionable part of the '50s with its life. (Mostly because Nat and Pepper aren't here to rescue him from bad shopping choices.) ]

Does anyone know if there are any, ah, veteran groups in the area? Specifically here in the city would be nice, but I'm willing to expand out to DC or one of the other imPort centers. [ He reaches up with the hand not holding the video feed steady and rubs at the back of his neck. Asking about this is kind of embarrassing, but 1. he'd really like this information and 2. he's spent the past few years as an example, so why stop now. ] A friend of mine back home works -- worked at one, and I'd like to volunteer.

[ And also maybe talk to someone. Actually talk about war, being defrosted, and other difficult topics. Or at least keep the possibility open. Because waking up in a new century is one level of what-the-hell. Being brought to a completely new world is stretching his patience just a little. ]

So if anyone knows of one, or at least someone more official to ask, I'd be grateful. As for my other question, is baseball popular here? I kind of miss going to games and cheering on my home team. Any information in that direction would be helpful, too. Thanks.

[ He offers a little, shy smile and turns the feed off. ]
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[ At some point, mid-evening on Sunday, during the height of the battle, the network for most users flickered to life -- the system-wide announcement was simply Iron Man -- although at some point, his helmet had peeled back, a few stray strands of the Symbiote-infused suit wavered and flickered back and forth, like something alive, chrome moving as if it were a real thing.

And Stark stood there, the camera obviously wasn’t a comm -- but one of those handy cameras that one of the De Chima ambassadors had set up, and right next to him is Spider-Man, hunched over on the ground, both suit and man looking distinctly the worse for wear.

You know what we need, imports?

We need to stop hiding. We need to stop pretending that we’re something other than what we are -- we’re humans, each and every one of us. We pretend like we’re better than the people down there, just discovering their potential. Like we’re enlightened. Like we don’t have our own problems.

[ He wraps a hand around Spider-Man’s bicep and hauls him to his feet, a slight, sardonic grin on his face. Spider-Man, for his part, doesn’t look like he’d be able to stay there without being held up. He's not even looking at the camera. ]

I’ve always been one for the public knowledge of who we are. We should be held accountable for our actions -- yes, yes, even me. I know this isn’t popular right now, I know it isn’t.

[ Spider-Man makes a dismissive noise, barely audible over the camera microphone. ]

There’s no reason to be rude.

See, the thing is... you accuse… me... of talking outta my--

[ He plants his heels and pivots in Iron Man’s grip, shooting out web-lines from both wrists towards a target off camera. Spider-Man heaves, there's an earsplitting squeal, a briefly seen blur of dark, and an almighty CRUNCH before the camera goes dark.

It stays dark for another 45 seconds.

When the broadcast resumes, it shows the same scene from a different angle. More than that has changed: the wreckage of a car burns merrily in the background, an Iron Man-shaped imprint molded into the chassis. The man himself looks no worse for wear. Spider-Man, even more battered, looks barely conscious, only able to scrabble feebly at the gauntleted hand that holds him by the throat, a good foot off the ground.

I was going to say -- before I was rudely interrupted, that I forgive all of you, because you can’t help it, not really. My friend here, however, he can help it. And he chose to ignore that.

What I don’t forgive is trying to undo all the work we did together.

[ He reaches under Spider-Man's chin -- batting aside the other man’s last-ditch attempt to defend himself -- grabs the mask, and pulls. The face underneath is bruised, bloody, and not quite present, but recognizable to anyone who saw the network post on Wednesday. ]

Peter here’s a great example. We go through all this trouble, a public unmasking back home, media, everything, and what does he do?

Somehow, he undoes all of it. It took coming back here for me to remember what he’d even done. You think I’ve got the problem? Imports, we all have a problem, and it’s as deep as our very culture.


Sep. 23rd, 2016 08:26 pm
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Imports, let's talk about the future.

[ Well well. There he is. He looks a lot different from the man he's been pretending to be, but it's in small, subtle ways. Head held higher, drink in hand, sunglasses propped on his head, the suit's a little looser, disheveled. In the background, there's the sound of a pout, like someone's disappointed he's not gallivanting around, instead taking time on the network. Instead of a clear liquid, like last time -- it's amber, definitely some kind of whiskey. ]

What do you want out of a future? Prosperity? Peace for imports? The ability to go home? That last one isn't really under any of our control, by the way, no matter what anyone says. How about being treated equally? Wouldn't it be nice if we weren't the exception, but instead a part of the norm? When superpowers become normal, when they're something that can come within, suddenly, it's not about where they come from, what their world is like, or what weird things influenced them -- because we're all human, at the end of the day.

But that doesn't mean that humans can't be the best they can be. [ He sits in his seat, and puts his feet up on the desk, crossed at the ankles. He's obviously not recording from a comm, but an internal camera. ]

And I know, I know -- some people are going around, saying that I'm not "myself", but what they don't understand is that I'm doing exactly what I've always done. You know that? I've been a futurist for as long as I can remember -- even before coming here -- and I've worked to build a future that I can be proud of. You know, when people look back, they're not going to look at the people who never made a difference, those among us who are content to just let things slip by, and make no waves. No, they're going to look to the people who changed the world, and if they didn't make the best one, then legacies are stained.

I don't know about you, but I don't want my legacy to go down with a whimper. I'm going to make the future better, whether you like it or not, and oh -- you can hate me, you can hate what I've done all you want, but...

At the end of the day?

I'm being the best person I can be. And so will everyone else. Things are so much easier, so much better if we don't let ourselves be held back by those issues. When we're held back by control, trying to pretend to be just as stupid as everyone else out there, when we're hiding our powers, our genius, what makes us great? We've done nobody any good. I stopped worrying, and it's been...

[ A pause. He breathes. ]

It's like a whole new world opened up before me. I recommend it, you might even like it.


Sep. 21st, 2016 06:23 pm
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[ This was not the route Charles wanted to take with this. But his attempt to handle it privately and internally had been met with the same level of dismissal as the conversation he and this version of Tony Stark had back in April.

Which was to say, complete dismissal.

After speaking with Peter, Charles had spent a few hours on the top of the roof considering his next move. Tony was … Tony had been his friend. One of the first he’d made upon coming to this new world, second only behind Erik and at times a support for him when Erik had been … Erik.

He didn’t want to have to do what his gut was telling him needed to be done, but if Charles had learned anything from tangling with En Sabah Nur; if he’d learned nothing else from Raven, Hank and Erik … he’d learned that he couldn’t just bury his head in the sand and hope for the best. Hope was important, hope was vital but it could be just as destructive when not balanced with the resolve to do what needed to be done, when innocent lives were on the line.

Though he had now been awake for almost two days straight, a fact that might be noticeable to anyone who knew him well, the professor was sharply dressed (three piece suit and all) and looked resolute from behind his desk. He had been busy, from well before dawn and up to this point.

He had shifted pieces all across the chessboard and while he did not delude himself in to believing that Tony was even in check, Charles knew the next moves would require aid from the imPort community as a whole. ]

Good morning.

It is with great regret and sincere apology, we must announce to the world that an internal investigation has revealed that the StarkTech “4” application is an abomination and an expression of the weakness and failure of its creator; Mr. Anthony Edward Stark.

[ Peter Parker is standing behind Charles and to the right, leaning slightly on the desk to keep himself in frame. Where Charles is dressed to the nines, Peter looks like he’s come straight from the lab--rolled-up sleeves, goggle hair and all. He sways forward as though he’s about to cut in, then just as visibly bites it back before he waves Charles to continue. ]

Non IC cut in which it comes to light that Tony Stark is an ass. An even bigger ass than usual )
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[ When the feed comes to life, Hemali is seated on a couch, her legs drawn up and shoulders and neck hunched over. On the coffee table is a small bottle of nail polish, which she goes about applying with precision over her toe nails.

She doesn't glance at the camera right away, letting the silence linger until she's finished painting the nail the way she wants. Then she finally looks up and smiles, but it isn't one offered up in apology for making anyone wait, not that she believes she has anything to apologize for. ]

Isn't this all interesting? I've never seen a device like this or heard of one that could shuffle people from across the universe.

[ Her eyes light up at the thought, masking any concerns she has about the fact there's something with far greater power than she might ever have. ]

Nor have I heard about machines that could grant people power. What I find most strange having looked over this network, is that so many people would give up these powers if it meant leaving this place? I had always thought people preferred being special and having that kind of security. Does your power not provide that?

[ A contemplative pause. ]

Maybe I am a little excited to travel for once, personally.

[ Not completely, but who needs to know behind a calm affect is a woman who feels threatened by the Porter? She goes back to painting her nails, interested in hearing what these other imPorts have to say in response. ]


Sep. 6th, 2016 12:06 pm
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[The background in the video is the first Nonah housing block. Just outside of 003, to be precise.]

I'm not sure what's worse, the ending up in a different dimension thing or missing about a year and a half out of all of this.

Anyone have the Sparknotes?


Sep. 2nd, 2016 03:27 am
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[Bruce had spent the afternoon wandering De Chima-- he found it odd. It fed off of the presence of imPorts, a title given to him unceremoniously upon arrival, while at the same time rebuffing their presence entirely. He judged the city critically; it was too bright, its grasses too green compared to the noisy, dirty, troubled city he called home. Even more uncomforting to him was seeing a skyscraper with a large "W" emblazoned on the side standing statuesque in the middle of the city proper. 

He had thought about just walking in, maybe taking his chances, but he was dressed in the wrong sort of suit for that and his cuff links were expensive. In the end, he settled for the only other option he had-- he pulled the small phone-like device from his pant pocket and considered it critically. Essentially, he didn't have a choice; the small screen illuminated with a projection of his face, and he addressed whatever-- whoever-- was on the other end.]
Wayne Enterprises has been a part of my family and Gotham's history for as far back as anybody can remember. I didn't grow up with an appreciation for that, but an understanding that it and Gotham's foundations were intrinsically connected since the beginning. It's why I'm so curious to see a building with my name on it in the middle of Virginia.
In the late 19th century my ancestor, Alan Wayne, along with other prominent families undertook the project of modernizing Gotham Township. It all started with Wayne Shipping, sometime during the early Industrial Revolution. In time, small businesses became large corporations bookended by my father, Thomas, who created the Wayne Foundation.
My point is that this company couldn't have continued to grow without the help of family. You do what you can to help an idea grow, but as time goes on, for that idea to survive, you have to let other people share your dream with you.
I think it's something I've had trouble accepting for a long time... even as my predecessors had been doing it for centuries before me. Eventually, the people that you care about carry your torch when you can't do it any longer.
I don't expect this story to matter to any of you. Gotham doesn't even exist here, but my company... does. My point was to talk about the importance of family. It's why my next question is so important...
I'm looking for mine.
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As seen sponsored on the most prominent ad page of every affordable newspaper:

As seen on media news blogs and discussed on Threadit's /imPort/legal boards:
THOT TOPIC is being sued by Daryl Dixon for copyright infringement over the life-sized toys they were advertising last month. When asked for comment, his lawyer alleges that the company did not seek out permission from his client to use his name or likeness. A cease and desist order has been issued against THOT TOPIC until the matter has been settled. Disappointment from the several thousand fans who already pre-ordered one of the life-sized toys has been circulating since the announcement. Though his lawyer claims Dixon-themed toys are not off the table should a company make an offer that is more respectful of his client.

Mr. Dixon's Laywer has also announced that as of August 7th, Dixon has signed an exclusive crossbow endorsement contract with Bow-Man Hunting that will last the length of his remainder in our world or two years, whichever comes first, with an option to renew when it ends. A spokesman from Bow-Man Hunting said they were excited to work with such an obvious and knowledgeable crossbow enthusiast.

As seen on MeTube and local Heropean newspapers:
Infamous imPort Jonathan Crane was spotted last weekend - participating in a local program to promote children’s literacy - as videos of him reading The Little Mermaid and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer to a small group of Heropa schoolchildren circulated on MeTube.

“He’s a totally new person! Completely different from that evil guy who messed with everyone for no reason,” says Mabel Pines, Crane’s spokespublistylist. “He wanted to do this to get kids reading again! It’s a small step towards making up for everything in the past.”

“Yeah I didn’t want to be here,” said one parent when questioned. “But all he did was read stuff. Not even scary stuff? He didn’t do voices or anything but it was still okay, I guess. The short girl gave me twenty bucks and did pig magic tricks for my kid so there would’ve been worse ways to spend last Saturday.”

Mr. Crane was not available for comment.

As seen in all the best tristate newspapers and the Maurtia Fallin' For You blog:
As of two weeks ago, an expansion of imPort housing in Maurtia Falls has been completed! Many Maurtia Falls residents seem to be treating this expansion with suspicion, and one pillar of the community, Simon Martindale (aged 95, and still trucking albeit retired!) has been reported saying: "They're taking away our jobs! Why do we need any more of them here, anyway?"

A representative from the government has gone on record saying that this expanded housing effort was completed in order to increase the presence of imPorts in the cities that need them most, and not just Heropa. Will this mean more houses in Nonah and De Chima next? We can only speculate from here! But there's little doubt that the exceptional charm of Ambassador Petyr Baelish has helped flushed interest in the city.

As seen in, or presented on, Politica, Faux News, The Last Turd,
In a speech this past weekend, Senatorial Candidate Mitchell Hundred launched into an explanation of his positions as opposed to his opponent Patrice Stankavich. Interestingly enough, the speech was lean in terms of Import policy, but instead focused on economics, jobs, defense, and a slew of more "mainline" policies, as opposed to import politics.

The Stankavich campaign fired back, outlining a detailed plan of how they will be pushing the imports toward integration, removing import housing, jobs, and tax breaks, and instead pushing them towards naturalized citizens.

Today, Hundred's campaign fired back with an official statement: "While the Senator's plan is detailed and admirable, as an import, we have specific needs that I want to protect. We're new people in this country, with even less coming with us than your average immigrant. We don't come with our families, our friends, or even any more property than the clothes on our back. We're lucky if we enjoy the job we're given, and free housing is normally temporary for a good portion of us. Some of us are doctors or like me, politicians. I want us to show the world how we can help the community as a whole. Both our own, and the cities we live in -- but I intend to work closely with any panel on import affairs in the Senate, and I hope they'll value my input and my ideas. Removing the safety net is an interesting move from a Democrat, I'll admit, but I hope that my commitment to assisting the import community's newest members get back on their feet will help us do more for the people here as a whole."

As seen rebweeted from The Radish's Bwitter Account, making its way to Rumblr:
Porter users expressed sympathy for his his predicament as they told reporters Friday evening about a disgruntled teenager traveling with two loud, obnoxious parents.

"Everyone knows he loves them anyway," Nonah native Fernando Nuñez, who does not use the Porter station and was nowhere near it at the time of the incident, comments about the teenager who was described as being too upset to even look in the direction of his father as he complained loudly about the lecture he received from the teenager that morning.

As seen on only the best technology magazines and blogs, and the most capitalistic consumerist venues:
Several tech, consumer, and entertainment publications, websites, and TV ads have all started to circulate with several ads advertising the latest StarkTech project. The TV ad features a beautiful woman, who is obviously using a StarkTech phone, working away, while a voice over says: "Are you ready to be the best you possible?" The model nods at the disembodied voice, and the screen pans over her phone screen, where she hits an app only titled "4".

"With the 4 app, Starktech will help you become the you that you've always knew you could be," the screen shows a calendar, and the model's schedule comes up, and then an alert pops up, all of it looks very futuristic, with floating displays, there's a couple of very cool sounding pings and an alert for: "date tonight" pops up, before she jumps up with her phone in hand, and runs off screen.

"The '4' app. Available only on StarkTech phones, coming soon."

As seen on national news and prominent news sites:
At 11.30 last night, a murmur of something grim coming out of Maurtia Falls began to hit the local news circuit. By morning, the news had broken nationally that a MF resident named as Hans Gretel, 47, father of five and the owner and operator of a children's arcade in the east of the city, was found brutally murdered in the basement of a youth disco. Reporters warn that the following story will be distressing to those of a weak disposition, then goes on to describe that the man had been partially flayed and partially dismembered while still alive.

A witness for the MFPD, who is not being named by police for reasons of their own protection, claims to have been present at the moment of the man's death, and the MFPD have published two artist's impressions of the suspects.

The suspects are described as being of similar height, with suspect number one having brown hair and green eyes: PHOTO 1; suspect number two is described as being an older man with small pale blue eyes and dirty blonde hair: PHOTO 2.

The MFPD have taken the imPort known as Lucifer in for questioning, after he submitted himself to the investigation this morning. They are still seeking what they claim is his accomplice, who has not yet been IDed by police.

The police department is asking for help, both from imPorts and the native population, soliciting information on either the abduction of Mr. Gretel or the whereabouts of the suspect in PHOTO 1. News sources are reporting on the possibility of this gruesome case being linked to a number of crime scenes and missing person cases sweeping across the city; a suggestion that MFPD spokesmen refuse to comment on at this time.

[ The OOC post for the conclusion of this event is here, and players are encouraged to jump in as they please with regard to the manhunt and investigation! A log for both has been posted to the log community! ]

The Homeland Security Advisory System has moved from SHATTERING BROWN to VERY WORRIED BERRY due to the most recent polling indicating that 67% of residential citizens believe their respective imPort Ambassadors remain in mortal peril.

The Majority Report comes out the 10th and 20th of every month. You may find details and submit here. The cut-off time is 12:01 AM PST on the 9th and the 19th for the corresponding dates.


Aug. 10th, 2016 12:13 pm
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[personal profile] excessivehubris
[ The video clicked on to show a man, sitting behind a large desk with a bright smile on his face. He was dressed in a sharp three piece suit and a mug of tea sat beside his hand. ]

Good morning.

Many of you know me but as we've had some new imPort arrivals, please let me introduce myself; my name is Professor Charles Xavier. For those of you who are familiar with me, I promise I'll try to make this short.

[ He grinned, obviously well aware that sometimes he could ramble on. ]

One of the projects I'm involved with, along with several others in our community, is something called the Maria-Francis Foundation. If you live or work in and around De Chima some of you may be aware of the building currently under construction or you may already be assisting with it. If the latter, you have my sincere gratitude.

I merely wanted to take this time to remind people of the Foundation's function, which is to provide imPorts with opportunities and support in offering humanitarian aid, not just within our own cities and country but globally as well.

[ His smile grew, widened with an expression of pride as he continued. ]

We've had excellent response to the initiative so far and we are always looking for more volunteers and contributors. Our abilities are varied, unique and this is an opportunity to help the world understand that they are not to be feared; that we are not to be feared.

If you have any questions about the Foundation, some of our previous projects or any questions, please don't hesitate to contact me. I am available over this device or if you'd like to speak in person, I'll be at StarkTech in De Chima, all day.

[ With another warm smile, Charles reached forward and disconnected the video. But as promised, his device was set to receive for any questions. ]

[OOC: Okay!

So the Maria-Francis Foundation is a low key, mostly handwave project that was ICly conceived as a way to show the native population, both in the US and abroad, that imPorts and their powers weren't all about destruction.

ICly the Foundation has been mentioned here in this kick off post as well as on the Majority Report.

OOCly there was a quick run down about how this works and there is a housekeeping post where we keep track of who has volunteered/been involved/etc.

Also OOCly there is the building effort for the foundation and as mentioned on that post the September Swear-In will involve a ribbon cutting ceremony for the new building. ]


Aug. 7th, 2016 06:27 pm
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[ Have you ever wanted to see someone take apart a hoverbike? Well today's your lucky day. Holtzmann has set up an impromptu lab in Heropa #10 - and scattered junk absolutely everywhere in one of the downstairs common rooms, sorry roomies - and turned on the camera almost absent-mindedly, having remembered that she wanted to post to the network only after she's elbow-deep in this hover clutch. ]

So I had a question. [ She says, pulling out a friction disk and tossing it over one shoulder. A polymer d-ring follows suit a moment. ] Ghosts. Anybody seen 'em around? Had problems with 'em? I heard about this continuum stuff but nothing about the afterlife.

[ A few more discarded parts later, she decides it's time to take the more direct route. Namely going after the hover mechanism innards with an acetylene torch. Works pretty great ... until she lights the curtain behind her on fire.

There's another beat as she realizes she's forgotten something. ]

I'm Holtzmann. And I'm a Ghostbuster, so. Yeah. If you've got info, gimme a call.

[ The flames creep up the curtain in the background. ]

(( PERMISSIONS ARE STILL IN PROGRESS but here's the most important one: 4th walling is a-okay as long as you don't talk about the events of the 2016 movie to her face. Everything else Ghostbusters-related is fine. ))

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Aug. 6th, 2016 03:00 pm
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[ Illya intends to introduce himself properly. That is what you do in a hostile land, isn't it? Not quite name, rank, serial number, but close enough. He's been fiddling with the video functions of his communication device, after wandering around the environs of his new home just to get a quick impression of things. And then he started reading the welcome brochure in full.

He's holding it in one hand now, although the paper looks a little crumpled, like it's been balled up and thrown once or twice. Or five times, but whose counting. Illya himself is composed, more or less; a fair-haired gentleman in his thirties, dressed in a dark turtleneck and jacket, his mouth twisted into a faint frown. Blonde, blue-eyed, and handsome, he's physically close to the epitome of Aryan perfection. The punchline of that particular assumption drops when Illya opens his mouth, though. Because: ]

Why tattoos? Surely there is some other way of marking newcomers -- imPorts as it says here -- to keep track of who arrives and departs. Sufficiently advanced technology, and it comes down to tattoos. Words instead of -- I don't ...

[ That's right. This particular imPort is Russian, judging by the thick accent lacing each word. He isn't bothering to hide it, either, speaking in a controlled, somewhat clipped tone. While his overall demeanor is calm but guarded, those accustomed to closely reading others might guess he's more disturbed by the topic than he lets on. Illya takes a breath, glancing down at the paper and then back up. ]

Where I am from, there was a terrible war fought because groups of people were gathered in specific places and marked with similar tattoos before being slaughtered. [ He shrugs casually, as if he is aware (or assumes) personal biases won't make much difference in this world. As if what Hilter did doesn't still piss him off. It has only been twenty years in his world, though, and of what he has read about the rift between America and Russia, it is this detail that stands out. Aside from 'Russians R Bad'. ] But perhaps I am overly sensitive to such things. Perhaps it is not a problem here.

My name is Illya Kuryakin. I am from Moscow. [ Yes, that Moscow. ] Does anyone else come from outside the United States? It seems a great many people are from America, or places influenced by it. Or, if you are American, how does your world differ from this one?

[ Look, aside from the secret agent skills, he dabbles in other areas, including science and maybe a little psychology. (Researching personal weaknesses ftw.) Right now, throwing tantrums and breaking things isn't going to get him any answers on what's going on. So he might as well start collecting information by asking those who've been in his position. Especially if the government actually wants him to register. The more you know, right? ]

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Aug. 5th, 2016 08:33 pm
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[Welcome, imPorts, to a face a sight less pretty than the shounen heroes and superheroes you've grown accustomed to. Instead of a bright, youthful face, you get the dour face of a man who has comfortably hit middle age, skin pale, nose hooked, and brows furrowed behind those thick rimmed glasses of his.

He clears his throat. Once he speaks, his voice is predictably nasal, and not at all happy.]
All right, so let me get this straight. They drag us in here to be super-heroes - [he uses airquotes for that, as you do] - and they don't even have a proper set of rules?! Look, I'm no stranger to the whole superhero-supervillain, blah blah blah game, but if you don't get held by a set of standards, there's no telling what will happen.

Oh, wait. There is telling what will happen, and I'd tell you, but instead I have a more immediate, pressing complaint. I am a superscientist. And according to this form, I'm supposed to be... a sex therapist? How the hell am I even supposed to begin with what's wrong with--

[Sorry, anyone who wanted to listen to Doc moan and groan any more than he already has, because a bright blue robot enters the frame, crowding Doc half off of his chair, beeping wildly and flailing his limbs, one of them knocking Doc's glasses off.]

Helper, no, Helper, down. You're not helping! No! You don't know anything about sex!

[Helper beeps very insistently. Doc stares at the screen.]

Well, apparently Helper's going to do my job for me. Come say hi if you want sex advice from a robot. [Helper thrusts his arms up in the air and lets out a high-pitched, ebullient series of beeps that could be accurately translated to yay!]

Oh, for the love of -- I wasn't being seriou--

[And the video cuts off there.]
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[The sun has nearly set, but from in between pearly white panels of lace curtains, the last of its molten glow is still visible, the horizon on fire—a befitting backdrop for one Yuri Petrov. Known to some, still a stranger to others, and so very weary despite the freshness of his fine-featured middle-aged face, he affords his audience a subdued smile, one that, were it not for his mismatched dress-outs, might give the impression that he is fresh from a spa visit and not a month spent in a power-dampened prison cell.]

I'll keep this brief.

[Or as brief as anyone as incessantly long-winded as him could ever hope to.]

My name, for those of you who do not know, is Yuri Petrov. Once, not all that long ago, I also called myself Lunatic and, in April of this year, I attempted and failed to take the life of Ken Kaneki. Shortly after confessing to this offense I was tried, found guilty, and incarcerated. However, the imprisonment of imPorts is unfortunately short-lived in this world, and as of today...I have been released.

I thought you all should know; call it a courtesy, if you will, the only one I am fit to offer you at present.

[Better it should come from him, in other words, lest people think that he's attempting to hide again, and that won't do at all. Not if he's hoping to appear, or actually intending to attempt being committed to change.]

It should please you all to know that my freedom is not without its limitations. I've been denied access to my abilities for the time being, a strict curfew has been implemented for me to follow, and as many of you who've been in my position know, I must also answer to an imPort probation officer. Jonathan Joestar will, I'm sure, happily receive your comments and concerns if you should have any.

[As the last of the sun's light behind him begins to fade and Yuri turns his head to gaze out the window, he concludes his broadcast with one final somber thought...]

I'm sure there are many of you with opinions you're eager to voice. Let's hear them, then.


Jul. 2nd, 2016 06:00 pm
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[ Have one Dean Winchester, kicked back and enjoying himself, seated pleasantly enough at Lucifer's desk. Anyone who knows what that office looks like is more than welcome to comment about how he is not the big man on campus who should be sitting in that chair, what are you doing, Lucifer is going to kill you for this... But Dean just looks kind of amused and utterly oblivious to the fact that he's invaded Daddyfer's office. ]

Back home we've got just about everything but the boogie man. And I only say that I 'cause I haven't seen him - he's probably out there, hangin' around, waiting for someone to gank him. [ Dean shrugs. ]

But y'know. Ain't nobody's gotten there yet.

[ Clearing his throat and glancing up for a moment, Dean's gaze narrows as he thinks before he brings it back down again, looking all too inquisitive. ]

But see, what I want to know is, what's everyone else's idea of the 'supernatural.' [ He wiggles his fingers - spooky fingers!! ] I mean c'mon, the shit i've seen over the years, the things nobody else knows about, all the crap that people don't even know exists? I know it's there, I know it goes bump in the night, but if nobody else knows it's there, am I the only one who's callin' it a threat?

I mean- if nobody see's a wendigo walkin' through the forest, i'm still pretty damn sure it exists.

And then it got me thinking-- somewhere out there, there's gotta be a place where everyone knows this crap is running around free. Djinn and vamps and ghosts- like a monster mash that everyone's been invited to. Angels and demons, the whole shebang. And then what the hell makes it so goddamn spooky then? If everyone knows, then is it really so supernatural?

I mean- Hell, just like this place. We all got superpowers, what even makes it that super anymore? I'm not even talking about the difference between your ghosts and my ghosts because that's a whole different story, I mean I know my vamps are probably different from your vamps because with all this other-world shit? Someone out there's probably got ones that can't even stand garlic.

[ And that earns a significant snort. ] And I gotta say, that just makes it too damn easy.


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