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biochemastery

[Tyl is pacing. This is normal, but he's even more agitated than usual right now.]

I shouldn't have to explain this, but some of you just aren't getting it. So! It's time for me to use the small words.

[He leans in so close that his mask fills the screen.]

This. Isn't. Real. It's not! Can't be! Real things don't do this. We don't blink and wake up somewhere new--unless you're dissociating. Already ruled that out though.

This is a simulation. Things popping in and out of existence, physics that doesn't make sense, lost data pretending to be real. [Something about that makes his voice shake with rage for a moment.]

[But he stops, leans back, takes a deep breath. Back to pretending to be calm.]

Are we real? No idea. Not even sure I'm the real Tyl Regor. Could just be a code scraplet with delusions of perfection. But I'm gonna find the guts of this thing and figure this out.

Anybody seen a user interface lately?

iceheart_imperial

Private Prologue...

"It really is a remarkable likeness," she said, grimacing as the sling for her arm was finished. She swatted away the medic trying to remove the dried blood from her forehead with her free arm.

"Director, are you sure you don't want...it destroyed? It nearly..." she stopped, at Isard's look.

"No, that would be hasty. I managed to drain the energy out of it, but sooner or later, we can find someone to reactivate and reprogram it. It will still have its uses." She remembered, almost distantly, the first time she'd been presented with her completed clone. Such uses indeed...

"I don't mean to presume, but shouldn't you go to a hospital?"

Ah, Miriam really was a treasure. "Prudent, but I'll make my statement first. I'm sure the crew in the editing bay will be able to produce a realistic escape video? Add that to the other footage from my office - remove the energy drain of course - and we'll have a suitable legend."

"As you wish, Madam Director."

She turned her attention back to the camera crew, indicating they should begin.

----

[When the video begins, her office is...well, a complete wreck. Her desk is broken in two, up against one wall. About all that is recognizable is a single file cabinet, with a fist-shaped indentation in its side. The rest is just scattered papers and splintered bits of drywall, glass, and wood.]

[As for Isard herself, her arm is in a sling and the hastily patched hole in her shoulder in the clear source. It was funny, really. The thing had just walked in. Walked right in the front door. And since it looked just like her, nobody had thought to question it. She made a mental note to institute a spoken weekly passcode system for herself, just in case this happened in the future. The dried blood on her forehead added, she thought, a nice touch.]

I'm sure many of you in the neighborhood hear the, shall we say, 'ruckus.' We'll be releasing the footage to our website as soon as it has been cleared by the police - but hard as it sounds to believe, a woman who looked just like me attacked this office.

['Attacked' was such a moderate term for it. Whatever it was had been a horrifying opposite for her - all her layers and complexity and schemes, and this thing had just negated them by walking into her office with a gun and opening fire. If it hadn't been for the two Stormtroopers she'd had on the door to distract it, that first shot might have gone through her chest, rather than her shoulder.]

My wounds are mild, and thankfully nobody else was seriously harmed, but if whoever did this thought they'd slow me down, they are quite mistaken. We'll have to delay the Artists' Night we had planned - but that will still happen this week, and all are welcome. We just need to add some security, alas.

[That the thing had seen into her mind, cackling at her for her weakness and failure with Yenh...that would take a lot more time to process and lock away. But what was one more ghost to haunt her?]

And whoever did this, I intend to see them brought to the law, and to anybody else experiencing such...disturbing issues, you'll have my resources behind you.

[An easy enough lie. Given half a chance, she'll see their heads on pikes.]

ttwwiiccee

[ Twice is in full costume this time, and he raises his hand in greeting to the Network quickly before just launching into it. ]

Hey! Some of you know me but just to get this outta the way -- I'm Twice! And my main power's called Double cause that's what I can do! It ain't a secret! [ Some of the details are but most people who knew him or anyone who stalks the Network would know. He holds up a finger. ] I make one turn into [ He holds up a second finger. ] two! I can use it to make copies of people!

Right now there's rumors of heroes making trouble, and they might be imposters... So I just wanted to say --

[ His seemingly calm demeanor vanishes and he frantically waves his hands in front of his face and shakes his head. There's a desperation nearing panic in his voice. ]

I'm not the one doing it! Not me, not my doing, not my fault! I swear! Got nothing to do with whatever the hell's going on!

tagential

[There's not much to hear in the background when Edwon starts recording. It's quiet, deliberately so, making him easy to hear. And when he speaks, it's with a~~n imperial~~ British accent.]

I've recently arrived, and I have a couple of questions. First: Are there really no stars?

Normally I'd be able to sense them - I'm Miraluka, so I don't have eyes - but here there's nothing. And I can feel the heat from a local sun, but as far as I can tell, it's not actually in the sky.

[He sounds really confused, though he's been doing enough digging to both know that the sun is in its rightful place, and to have some idea as to why he can't sense it. He just wants to know how people react to this.]

And so far I've only run into Humans. Are there really no other species here?

iceheart_imperial

[When the camera comes on, it will show a woman in a red uniform. There is no adornment on it save for a small, brass American eagle over a flag. The pin had been a cheap trinket, but she knows full well that this country enjoys theatrics. A few days watching television had taught her that much.]

Greetings and salutations. My name is Ysanne Isard, and I felt I should introduce myself to everyone here. I wasn't expecting my arrival to attract any attention - well, I wasn't expecting to arrive at all! - but I felt given the attention it has created I should say hello.

[She had made sure of the lighting, of course, and her makeup was perfect. She was finding so far that this country had a rather on-again/off again relationship with authenticity. Presentation mattered, but it is her manner that really makes her look far younger than her forty-odd years. She is an expert in seeming - and her performance is flawless.]

[Everything about her radiates ease, and friendliness. She could be a friend, or an older sister. She's hidden in characters for so long that she learned the secret: believe it a little bit yourself.]

I come from a universe of strife, and conflict. I thought I had reached my end and then...[Her voice cracks, just ever so slightly, and she clears her throat.] then I was given a second chance. This country of yours...it is a wonderful one, full of opportunity that I intend to strive for.

And I'd like to help. Your country has given me a life, and I promise you all I will give back.

My name is Ysanne Isard. And I'm here to help.

biochemastery

( A good day! CW: surgery and amputation mention )

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( A bad day! CW: death, some medical stuff, angry grineer science dad )

biochemastery

Hello, denizens! [It's Tyl Regor, your local bassy-voiced, fast-talking, high fashion cyborg!]

I need money. You, presumably, have some. Let's change that.

[He snaps his metal fingers, and something skitters across the floor toward him, out of sight.] I've been making things. To sell them. [It sounds like the word tastes horrible to him.] A simply barbaric exercise fit for utterly corpuscular people, but I'll stoop to anything for my science, apparently. [He holds out a hand, and a small, lumpy sphere of colorful metal and miscellaneous polymer hops a clear two meters off the floor to land in his palm.]

Genuine grineer robotics. They're your new friends, at a price. [A wobbly little pile of balloons with a cyclopean camera lens descends into frame, a few tendril-like cables swaying back and forth beneath it.] Normally? Humans never get these. Grineer only. Exclusive. I'm making an exception.

[The sphere in his hand rolls up his arm and latches onto his bicep by unseen means, beeping.] See? They're pets. That's the word, right? Pets. [He unsticks the sphere from his arm and tosses it over his shoulder. At the top of it's arc it's caught by an accordion-winged something as it flaps by, loudly going "ping!" like an old submarine radar.]

I've got enough to start your own little army. More models to come. Buy one. Or just buy the satisfaction of me getting lab equipment.

Oh, and I'm doing this so a small human child won't die.

madlove

Let's say some anonymous weirdo on the internet offers you a demonstration of how they can "make your dreams come to life". And then gives you a random address to show up at. Note: there may or may not be mental experimentation involved.

Do you go or not?

I'm leaning towards definitely go.

More importantly: what does a gal wear for this kind of event?

squadgoal

Hey, quick survey.

Bats vs Spiders, which is better?

Alternatively, are superhero names really necessary?

EDIT:

Spiders: 9
Bats: 10
Cats: 3
Wolverines???: 1

biochemastery

[[ooc: Tyl has a couple of bodies I don't have icons for yet, so here's some visual references in the meantime! Tyl is wearing the Old Grineer body today.]]

[The man in the video feed is probably human. The total hairlessness could just be alopecia, and the uncomfortably bright blue eyes might be normal wherever he's from.

But it's honestly hard to get a good look, because he is absolutely not staying still. His head is wandering in and out of frame, focus wandering constantly from the camera on the communicator in front of him.]

This is rude, you know. [His voice wobbles a little, and he coughs irritably, pitch sinking down to a low, expressive baritone.]

I was busy. Always am, but this? This was a bad time. Suspiciously bad. If this is your doing, Lotus, you're not as funny as you think you are.

[Despite the drippingly acid tone, he's evidently distracted by one of his own hands, grasping a finger or two with his other hand and watching them bend. They seem perfectly normal.]

Body like this doesn't make sense. None of it does. The implications--We could rebuild everything. Fresh template, fresh grineer--[He blinks, struck by a sudden thought.]

Wait. Who had the template in the first place? The Lotus? Was it her? Who here's been hoarding what's ours? [A flash of vicious anger crosses his face, but it's gone in a second as he looks back at his now clenched fists with a triumphant smirk.

And his tone turns... flirty?] But if an impossible opportunity's just going to throw itself at me, who am I to say no?

Gotta get home. But first, [He leans in close, too close.]

Who wants to help me take a look at my organs?

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