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[Fortuna begins a network call like normal. Well...sort of like normal. She sounds hesitant now, a little slower to speak and not quite so confident. Wherever she's standing, there's an echo.]

Hey Saeng Seong, you know what? [A beat.] ...no, never mind.

[There's a beep and a soft tap as she sets her commlink down. But the audio continues. She doesn't realize the button to end the call didn't register her touch.

She sighs heavily.]

Thought I'd convinced myself I wasn't ugly. But no, I had to go and look human again for a while. Didn't think I could pull a fast one on myself, but I guess I did. [Another sigh, softer, and a pause.] Now what? Now what... Keep telling myself other trolls have it worse? Right, like I'm gonna call all of them ugly. Living a double standard, that's what that'd be.

Drek...thought I was okay. I thought...

shadowsgambit

Hoi, everyone - pretty nasty stuff going on, huh? [Fortuna hums softly, as if unsure of what to say next.]

Look, I know this isn't the time for a sales pitch. But, you know...maybe it's time for this one. I've been getting things together to start my own workshop to build stuff, not just repair. Now that I've got all of it...well, with creepy assassination attempts going on, wouldn't everyone want a weapon? Thing is, I'm gonna need someone to show me how, I've never tried to build guns, or any other weapon for that matter. So I'm hiring, I guess. Temporary.

And once we crank out enough stuff, you all can buy them. Just don't go attacking each other with 'em, got it? I doubt I'd be able to stay in business if you do. You can find me in 2-09 in building 4 now. I've expanded into 2-11 too, for the supplies and equipment. Catch you there, chummers.

[Secure channel: Rangar]

Got some news for you guys too. You catch all that? It's something else. I know you asked us to learn what we know, and I infiltrate places for a living back home. See, though...most of us here are eight feet tall or more. And that's not normal for you people here. Makes it kind of hard to get around. So I'm wondering if you'd rather do it - or if there's any reason you want to stay in the city. I'm thinking of making my place a safehouse for you guys. How's that sound to you?

indisposable

[There is a very excited and, compared to all of the others here, very tiny robot that appears on the feed, giving what appears to be a smile, if his wide optics and upturned faceplate is any indication. (It's harder to convey a smile without a mouth.)

It looks like he has an announcement to make.]

Okay, so after much deliberation and preparation, I think I'm finally ready to present an announcement! I would've had this put together sooner, but I got a little lost in my hard drive trying to narrow down all of the relevant information and clips and... well, you know how it is, you start getting nostalgic-

But anyway! So I know there are quite a few Cybertronians here, and sometimes our quarrels make no real sense to organics. Which isn't good when they tend to get more than a little violent. I mean, what exactly is an Autobot? What's a Decepticon? Why did they fight a four million year long war? I know we have a few Cybertronians here who don't even know the answer to that. [Looking at you, Prowl and Ironhide.]

Which is why I thought, in order to better understand us and in order to try and maintain a positive relationship between ourselves and the organics here in the city, I would do what I do best and host a movie night! Except this one will be educational, and will be looking specifically at Cybertronian history.

Of course, I can't fit all of Cybertronian history into one night- I couldn't even cover a fraction of it- so I was thinking that perhaps this could be a regular thing instead, for anyone who's interested? I'll be starting with creation theories since, despite their dubious factual basis, are extremely important in understanding Cybertronian culture. What I'm planning to do is provide a space in my own apartment here for showings. If there ends up being a lot of interest, though, I'd actually like to collect donations so we could rent out an entire theater down at the movie theater instead!

So how about it? Would anyone be interested?

( Locked to Ironhide )

( Locked to Prowl )

swivelrotors

[A - Aug. 25th]

[Blades beams into the camera]

Look guys, I have a baby!

[Suddenly a large egg, roughly the size of a human head, fills the screen as Blades holds it up. Then he draws it back so both he and the egg are visible.]

I mean, it's just an egg right now, but it's going to hatch into a baby Chocobo! And it's already adorable! I'm so excited!

[He gently rubs his cheek against the egg, then signs off.]

[B - Aug. 26th]

I went shopping for the baby! Look, I got him a little basket! And some nice blankies...

[He holds up a basket for the camera. It's not really so little, given that it fits both the egg and a decent pile of blankets! It does make a decent nest though.]

And I got him a little toy! Isn't it cute? Awww.

[Gently setting aside the basket, Blades holds up and incredibly round and fluffy plush bird. He says he bought it for the Chocobo chick, but really he got it because he thought it was adorable. He gives it a big squeeze.]

I hope he likes it!

[C - Sep. 1st]

Oh my gosh, everybody, the egg is making noises! Here, listen-

[There's a bunch of noise as Blades shifts the egg right up to the microphone, and then a soft scratching is audible through the egg's thick shell.]

He's excited to meet me! I think.

[Suddenly he looks a little worried]

This is normal, right?

[D - Sep. 3rd]

OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH-

[Blades flails his hands wildly.]

I think- I think the egg is hatching?! There's a crack in the egg and I can hear peeping and oh my gosh what do I do?!

[More flailing!]

Wait! I know what to do! But what do I do?! Ahhhh, oh my gosh!

[Blades flails off-screen, and blank video plays for quite awhile as he forgot to sign off in his excitement.]

[E - Sep. 5th]

Hi everybody, sorry about last time. But I'd like you all to meet somebody!

[He goes off-screen for a moment, then comes back cradling a small, fluffy, and rather sleepy-looking black Chocobo chick.]

This is Buddy! Isn't she adorable! Yes she is! She is the cutest baby!

[Buddy makes a tired noise, fluffs up, and settles in for a nap in Blades's arms]

Awwwwww!

nerdica

I've been thinking and ( Offscreen there's a voice that just calls back you're always thinking, but Nautica continues on undaunted! No one asked you, Chromia. ) and I've been wondering about why we're here. Not about our purpose for being here - I've decided that for the moment to assume that all information regarding that is accurate because there just isn't a good way to quantitatively account for it when creating this particular dataset. Categorical variables, you know?

I mean I could account for it, but I'll be the first to admit that I'm making a large number of assumptions as it is and I'd like to minimize any further skewing of results.

( Someone hasn't actually gotten around to her point yet, and it's with another helpful cough from offscreen that Nautica snaps back to it. )

Oh! Right, sorry. Anyway, I was wondering if there's any correlation between arrivals and existing relationships. Take me, for example - Chromia and I are close friends, and there's any number of people that I know here. Although they might not know me yet - I suppose I could factor in timelines differences somehow-- ( She looks pensive for a moment, one finger tapping against her chin as she considers this. That shouldn't be too hard. ) But my hypothesis is that by arriving here, you increase the chance that others from your universe will eventually follow, and the closer the relationship the more likely that individual will show.

There's an attached survey. If you'd like to fill that out and respond to this post with it, I'd appreciate it. So, um, thank you? Preemptively.

( And flicking the video feed off, because she can hear her roommate groaning already. )

Attached Text:
Number of Individuals from Your Universe Present at Your Arrival: Number of Individuals from Your Universe Who Have Arrived Since Then: Number of Individuals from Your Universe Present at Your Arrival That You Knew Personally: Number of Individuals from Your Universe Who Have Arrived Since Then that You Knew Personally: Of the Last Number, How Many Would You Consider to Have Close Personal Relationships With:

rekindlenpcs

[A woman with short curly red hair appears on the screen, looking rather perturbed and cross.]

Dear native residents and newcomers, allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr Cyntia Law, head of the science division responsible for the technology you see around the city as well as the means that have brought us our most honored guests.

[She bows faintly, straightening to look directly into the camera.]

As of last night, we began to receive reports of what many locals report to be paranormal activity. Preposterous as the claims seem to a mind like myself, we have as of yet found any signs of a mechanical failure in the power systems of our otherwise closed community. While my staff continues to work on an acceptable solution to the problem, I urge all bodies to exercise due caution. If the more... superstitious lot are to be believed, there may be another force involved that we are as of yet unaware of. However, any able to assist in the capture of the recent graffiti and propaganda artisans will be rewarded to the best of ours and the welcome center's abilities.

[At that, there was a crash of something metal clanging to the floor.]

And for goodness' sake, will the owner of this demented feline please pick him up at the guest welcome center?

[...That is certainly a particular black cat named Banchou being picked up by an assistant.]

shadowsgambit

[So she's finally taken a look at the network, and noticed something's going on with the Cybertronians. Specifically, one named Chromedome is bad news. The idiot didn't even bother to make that ominous post anonymous. She knows exactly which name to avoid, checking off every name but his.]

Hey, the hell's going on with you Cybertronians? Sounds like you need a bodyguard. Now, I don't normally put my life in danger for free. But you know what? Messing with a person's head, changing who they are against their will, it's sick. So someone can pay me if they want, but even if you don't, just tell me what the pattern is, who the "two to go" are, and where I need to stand watch to protect them. Privately if you'd rather. And if anyone else wants to join the bodyguard detail, that's fine by me too. We've got a giant robot to protect against, after all.

That is, if they want our help.

And don't worry - unlike this Chromedome guy, I'm not stupid enough to be totally public with this. It's locked from him.

[Of course, even if he hacks it, it's not going to change anything too important. The initial response will give her names - mailboxes and physical apartments to go to. And it will tell the "two to go" they're being looked after.]

((ooc: I realize I'm dropping in on this little plot uninvited, so if you don't want me involved just let me know and we can just forget about her getting caught up on network shenanigans in the first place!))

toughtalk

[In light of being in this place a few weeks, Chromia’s started to learn the ways of the world. Meaning a.) she can’t go back home...bummer b.) time doesn’t work the same way here as it does back home...awesome and c.) you need physical contact to survive. Yeah, she’s not taking to that one as well as you might think.

Or rather, exactly as you think.

After the first whole get-together party, she’s pretty much either been getting out in the open to tear up some pavement or keeping herself in her room. Neither really have any sort of company attached, unfortunately, and it’s gotten her thinking that maybe she should...at least attempt to survive in this place. So when the feed clicks on, she’s seen in her room, sitting at the chair and table provided and twirling the room key around her finger idly.

She honestly could not look any more defeated than she does right now.]

So. Any of you like a good spar?

[Because that’s cute and cuddly, right?]

It only says physical contact, so I’m figuring if we’re poundin’ the shrapnel out of each other, it counts. Hugs don’t really do it for me, you know, and I--

[Whatever Chromia is about to say is cut off by the sound of a door opening and bright, cheerful voice.]

Chromia! [Nautica’s face appears on the screen over Chromia’s shoulder. Not just over, but resting on - as the other bot managed to squeeze herself in between the wheels on the other’s back. It’s physical contact time, and Nautica is largely unbothered by that part of their situation as a whole.] Oh, you’re using the network. Hello!

[A cheerful wave at the screen.]

[The bot in blue however, already has her hand over her face, fingers gripping the bridge of her nose.]

Of all the times….

We haven’t introduced ourselves properly, have we? I’m Nautica and this is Chromia - and, well, there’s an awful lot of Cybertronians here already.

Ignore her, she’s just compensating for spending all this time indoors by being social now. So--about that sparring...

[She’s going to have control over this, okay!]

Sparring for Chromia, but if anyone beyond uh, the giant red bot and the-- Prowl his name is Prowl want to learn four million years of history, I’m more than willing to teach you. I’ve got practice after helping Megatron with his classes on the Knights.

demimaudite

A shirtless woman covered in what look like tattoos with edges glowing green stood before the camera, waiting. Her eyes were bandaged and blindfolded, and her skin was starting to flake off like she had had a huge sunburn. The terminal she was using suddenly dinged and announced in a robotic voice that she could now speak for the camera, which she did.

"Hey, Saeng Seong. I've seen this done before on Earth, so why not? I feel really, really restless and I need to go exercise, but I can't see shit for now. I'm looking for someone to be my seeing eye d... person so I can go out and run. Anybody up to that?" She paused. "I'll owe you."

shadowsgambit

[Fortuna's still in a hospital gown, still in bed, even, if the video is anything to go by. She hasn't even had the initial "wait, what?" reaction of realizing they probably had to have this gown custom-made. She looks a little dazed, still, as she looks at the recording screen.]

So, uh. Hoi there, Saeng Seong. Apparently I've been out for a month. Didn't know that was possible... What'd I miss? Has someone been taking care of Violet?

[She turns her head and mutters at someone offscreen:] So do I have to, uh, hold someone's hand on my way out of here or what?

rekindlenpcs

[When the feed begins, there is a very unkempt Rhea surrounded by papers and some of the scrolls that were collected the month or so previously. It's obvious that she has overly strained herself as she rubs her left eye with a blackened hand from the ink she used.]

Hello, favored visitors. I apologize for my less... seemly appearance, but due to the events last month that likely left many of you thrown for a loop, it fell to me to find a means of reversing the effects and to translate many of the texts recovered to a language all can understand.

Last month began a cycle of the year in which the Goddess of the Wind and Aether's influence is strongest. According to our ancient texts- [She picks up one of the scrolls of paper she wrote on.] "The Lady of Aether ist much a trickster in nature, and blesses our mortal beings the power of transformation."

[After setting it down, she continues.]

To those who were amongst the Transformed last month, she chose you much like she had chosen me as a child. This form given you is capable of being shifted between with a proper conduit, such as the mask a few of you have seen in my office.

[She bows her head... and promptly dozes off by accident.

Oops.]

shadowsgambit

Hey there, Saeng Seong. Anyone need something fixed? I'm starting up a repair service for machines and stuff. I can't do any programming, so no code fixes or anything, but if your problem's with the device itself I can give it a shot. Sound good? Drop off a letter or give me a call here.

[She pauses, thinking.]

I wanted to advertise on that Webula thing you've got going too, but I don't know how to make a page. Design's never been my thing. Anyone want to help me with that? Just name your price.

lightstrike

[Surprise! For once, Lightning is not in full armor, but in civilian clothing. A beige long-sleeved top in fact, from what can be seen in the video.]

This is Lightning-- I work at the chocobo barn. [Actually, it's a little obvious, with the small bright red feather in her pink hair.] I heard there was another nest of eggs while I was away, and some people have already claimed them.

If you're one of the owners of the chicks from whatever batch, or you just own one of the chocobos in the barn, let me know, so I can keep track of how many birds we have here, and who they're with. [And so she wont glare at you suspiciously if she sees you visit the barn or wander around with a chick.]

heretic_hamlet

[Ramza's standing before the Chocobo barn's open doors, and he's looking more than a little bit wearied as the feed begins broadcasting from the nearby terminal. More likely than not it has something to do with the three large, pale, ovoid shapes clearly visible in a nest within, with his red chocobo Persephone casually watching over them.

A saddled and yellow-feathered one, Boco, soon strides over, some dry grass and straw in his beak.]

Valentine's day, it seems, had gotten the better of these two as well... You've been passing generous, one and all, and both her prior clutch and the new one need not fear for snow or lack of nesting; I think it only fitting I return the favor one way or another.

[Ramza gives a cursory glance back as Boco begins padding out the nest, and returns his gaze to the terminal with a quiet sigh. Yet as soon as Ramza's sight is back toward the camera, Boco pauses, seemingly curious.]

...There's three eggs this time. The chicks can be a handful even more than the grown birds, but hand-reared they're adored as pets and mounts alike, and I offer them up to any capable hands or warm homes who would have them, with my blessings and gratitude.

If you have an interest in fostering them, I would hear it, and I will draw lots as before. And- should you need aid in caring for or hatching the eggs, I can aid you. Gold, as well; he's well-practiced in the matter.

[Persephone soon joins in her mate's curiosity; and, after a bit of nosing around between the eggs, Boco finally pulls out a small kitten by the nape of its neck. The two birds share a look of confusion that Ramza is quick to join as he turns around.]

...How did--

[The feed cuts for the moment.]

((OOC: It's that time again! If your character wants a chocobo (or if you want them to have one), just tag and express the point either OOCly or ICly; the winners of the raffle will be decided a week from this posting. Consult this handy little infodump for more information, and comment there or PM me if you have any questions!))

topgun_textiles

...Yo! S'me. I know it's ass o'clock in the morning, but you're a kinda night owl, too, so I figured I'd fire a message anyway.

[Was there supposed to be a privacy filter on this? Did the sender forget? ~~Yes.~~]

Uhh... s-so we got White Day comin' up, so I figured we'd go spend the day somewhere, hang out somewhere new. Grab coffee after or whatever. ...A-a date! [AW SHIT HE SAID IT. BUT IT WAS TRUE, RIGHT?? That's date stuff, isn't it?!]

Doesn't have to be someplace fancy, neither. Sounds a little too stuffy. Probably wouldn't be let in either, what with the hair bleach. Tch...

A-anyways, gimme a buzz whenever, and we'll figure somethin' out if the idea's cool with you, yeah?

...Night.

[Fastest hang-up beep ever.]

heretic_hamlet

[When the feed first turns on, the screen comes to life and wipes over with a glimmer; when Ramza finally comes into view, he's obviously just come from his shower, wearing a collared shirt unbuttoned, with beads of moisture trickling down his bare chest. The very air around him glitters even as he furiously towels off his head.]

How can-- Does anyone know how to make this stop? I attempted to wash its presence away, but that only made it worse...

[With a last tug, the towel whips free from his head, and his damp hair cascades into place across his scalp as droplets of water send glistening twinkles soaring slowly through the air to join the shower of rose petals.

Oh-so-romantically, he flicks one off of his shoulder.]

Can someone take this rose from me? Simply setting it down does nothing; mayhap I must freely offer it so. I will return the favor.

ironyman

[Surprise, it's Tony! He's in his apartment, having hooked up devices of some kind to the network. Also he's wearing sunglasses. Yes, inside. Maybe that's to hide the lines under his eyes and overall weary, strained look, because after months of insomnia he's fraying at the edges.

Maybe it's just because he's Tony. The world may never know.]

Okay, so, granted, our benevolent huggytime captors are apparently goddamn psychopaths, since shadow demons and evil snowmen count as "no big deal" for the science department. Yeah. You got a lot of 'splainin' to do, Lucies. But come on, seriously, who really thought this was a good idea?

[he jerks his thumb behind him at two industrial robot arms in the background with chassis labeled U and DUM-E. The one labeled U spins its claw in apparent confusion, while DUM-E just makes a quizzical mechanized hum. Tony makes a disgusted face that is far too exaggerated to be sincere.]

Two most useless robots, ladies and gentlemen. Anybody want 'em? They're good for, ah... well, nothing. I dunno. Dummy's pretty good with a fire extinguisher. Aren't you, Dummy? [he glances back at the bot, which tilts its claw, then wiggles its arm up and down enthusiastically in its approximation of a nod. Tony turns back to the camera and shakes his head sadly.]

God, it's like having a kid that never grows out of the idiot phase.

[U, meanwhile, has rolled slowly out of view of the camera. Shortly after, there's a loud crash from elsewhere in the apartment. Tony jerks in surprise and bolts out of his chair.] You! I swear, I'm going to sell you to the highest bidder, give you to that magic dragon kid, let him use you as a cape rack, wand holder, whatever the hell magic people use.

heretic_hamlet

[Surprisingly, his first appearance on the screen comes compliments of a streetside public terminal... but if the presence of those two man-sized, flightless birds beside him- one yellow-feathered, the other red- was any indication, then maybe an indoor terminal wasn't the best option.]

I... know not how many of you are familiar with Chocobos, but this past Christmas Saeng Seong had decided to make a gift of my old companions from my homeland. Try as I might, I could not find such space in my room as to shelter them...

[As he speaks, the red one takes it upon itself to preen his cowlick down against his scalp. ...It springs back into its usual position seconds later, to the bird's irritation.]

...and ordinarily they would be content to make themselves scarce, but I fear they've a need for a bit more help than I can provide.

[The yellow one nudges something closer below the frame, and Ramza breaks the red one's further efforts to smooth his hair as he stoops over to pick it up... when he returns to frame, his arms are full with a single enormous egg, which he'd already swaddled in a blanket.]

...Persephone was gravid when she'd arrived, and the winter's chill leaves little hope for nesting. But nor can I hope to house-- [All three of them peer offscreen in tandem.] --four eggs on my own. To rear one is no small task to take and no small favor to ask, I know, but if any of you could offer to adopt them, we would be indebted to you.

((OOC: Here it is! Check out the announcement or info post for more details! And if you don't want to be entered into the drawing, that's fine too; I'm sure these birds could use help in any number of ways... ))

because_its_cool

[A face comes into view, an older gentleman, wearing a white lab coat over a flannel shirt. He's studying the screen with one part curiosity, one part confusion, and one part terror.]

[He clears his throat.]

Ah, hello. My name is Doctor Walter Bishop. I just arrived here, and I'm not quite sure where I am. I know I'm in Saeng Seong, but I ... I seem to have gotten turned around. I was heading toward the apartments, but now I'm in a market of some sort.

[It's hard to place his accent, though there are hints of Bostonian and possibly London.]

I would very much like to find my way home now, if I could find someone who will stop trying to sell me things long enough to point me in the right direction.

[His tone is full of annoyance, but it drops away to leave him vulnerable again. His eyes dart from the screen nervously, then back.]

Yes, I would very much like to go somewhere quiet now.

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Rekindle Network

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01 | Video

[video] It's good for the mind too.

[Video] Back into the... Who even knows.

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02 - In Only Seven Days

03: March 7th, 2 AM (Audio, failed private to... somebody)

[Valentine's Day Event] - Somebody To Love

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[Video] First Chapter

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