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I've been somewhat out of the loop for a while. Health issues. Long story. I imagine everything I didn't keep track of in the interval is a long story of its own, too. What ended up happening with that candle business? Any information I'll miss on a scan back through the network archives? I'd appreciate if someone would share. And has anybody seen Misfire lately? Tall, chatty, fuchsia jet. Trust me, if you've met him, you know who I mean.

rekindlenpcs

--word on the boss's status? [Hwan's voice nearly cracks over the network, which seems to have caught him mid-conversation.]

None, I'm afraid. [An unknown male responds, seemingly not concerned.] Far as I know, she's still under surveillance. Whatever they struck her with, it was amongst the most potent of outlawed magick. [A chuckle.] Bit ironic, don't you think? Surviving what she did, only to be blasted with the polar opposite--

[A bit of a whimper is heard before another voice, Mai's, interrupts them.]

Really now? Can't you tell the kid's still traumatized?

C'mon, man! [The male retorts.] It's been a hundred years, already! You need to learn to just let it go~

And you've been peeping into the memories of potential new visitors again. [If an eye roll could be audible, it likely would have been one of those moments.] Besides, bad enough that one of the few members of the team who knows how to operate the machine is out of commission... but now our lead tech engineer and the head of inner-city communications goes missing?

Y-yeah... [Hwan stutters.] Something doesn't seem right about that.

Downright suspicious~ if you ask me...

Except no one did, Mr. Sing Along. [Mai sighs.] Look, just... hear me out. We need to train more people to be able to help the Priestess call out for potential visitors. She's been overtaxed as it is after having to be awake forty-eight hours at a time when you guys put her in, and as her personal physician--

Yeah yeah, we know Doc. [the guy interrupts, his complacency leaking out in his tone.] "Not like the rest of us," "still needs rest" yada yada... You know how many times I've heard that? Besides, not like she doesn't sleep inside those "dreams" of hers, anyway.

[The feed as a brief stint of static as though the device doesn't like to be jostled while used, someone hitting a metal table almost supernaturally hard.]

That's not the point and you know it! [Mai yells.] Do you even realize what's at stake if she gets overtaxed to the point she loses control?

Watch it. [A fourth voice speaks up, tone darkened by a low anger at that voice.] Recall that you speak with the second-in-command of--

No, no... It is quite alright. [the second voice speaks up once more.] I see now why Cyntia chose you to oversee the priestess's welfare. You are very passionate in your role and are a good physician despite your lack of experience in this particular role. I hope you forgive my testing of you to see for myself what it is our leader saw in you, despite your... background.

[A gulp.] My...?

Oh yes, we are quite aware that you have a certain... talent for bending the elements to your will, especially after the death of your young son to the tragic aftermath of the Cataclysm. We also know of his father's... legacy. Or perhaps you had thought those records suspiciously removed from your personnel file?

[For once, Mai seems lost for words. There is the scraping of a chair against laminate flooring, before he speaks again.]

Cyntia was always one to look beyond such matters of course, but you know how I prefer to have a certain level of... understanding with my colleagues. Thus I will make it plain: Yes, I am fully aware of what is at stake should she lose control or be lost within those "dreams" of hers. The problem being with the discretion you propose, however, is that she is the only vessel capable of such feats. Should you or me be strapped in, we wouldn't even get the faintest whisper through to the other worlds we're all so curious about. That is why we hired you, after all... [And with an air of disgust, he adds:] Time Mage.

[The feed suddenly cuts with the sound of metal crunching and the words FEED LOST]

[ooc: this post is open for reactions and possible responses.]

heroicpose

Hey, so just... throwing this out there. Gathering a consensus... You know, for a friend.

But. Does anyone feel like they're being watched? Or followed? I mean even when you know you're alone.

[ Does Rodimus look kinda... gritty? Yeah, he does. His finish is a bit dull, like it hasn't been maintained in a few weeks. There were scratches here and there and his optic glass looks a bit streaky. ]

eternalcutie

[Czes is standing in a public terminal, looking a little put-out. And no wonder--the shoulders of his nice coat are covered in dark spots and his hair is wilting under the water dripping down his face. He's been caught in a rain shower. Naturally, having found an outlet to complain on, he immediately states the obvious.]

It's raining.

[he sighs in true dramatic fashion.]

Just standing here is boring. Are there any games on this thing? Chess or Mario or something?

[Somebody throw him a bone here, eh?]

tiearibbon

Soooo....

I know it's been a few months now and there's some really weird things going on in the city lately. But with all these people coming in, I'm kind of in a bind. See, I'm looking for some friends of mine that I got seperated from back home.

[She thought she'd be just fine trying to search for them alone, but... turns out it's not exactly that easy. Eiko wants to think she can handle these things herself, but. Maybe it really wouldn't be a bad idea to just ask.]

Their names are Zidane, Dagger, Vivi, Amarant... and, um... [What was that weird person's name again? The one who talks about eating?] Quina too, I think?

Anyway, let's just get to the point: I wanna know if anyone's seen Zidane! He's got blonde hair, has a tail, and he's super handsome and dreamy too! And he saved my life too... [She maaaaay be sounding a little bit excited here as she goes on, a small giggle escaping.] Okay, okay, I'll stop! The point is, if you see him, you better tell me right now or else! [Like right now. Eiko's not taking any late notices here.]

Aaaand if you see anyone else by the names I just mentioned, tell me! [It'd probably help if she gave descriptions of them too but... Eh. Witness Eiko's priorities, laid out for all to see.] They're my friends and it's really, really, like really important I find them, okay? So if you see them, you guys better let me know!

smallspot

Hi everyone! I hope you are having a good day!

[Diarmuid waves excitedly at the screen for a moment, before having to move quickly to catch the strange little animal that starts to slide out of his lap.]

Sorry about that, Lir. I guess I waved too hard...

[The creature makes a soft burbling sound and blows a bubble at Diarmuid. The bubble bumps against the boy's nose and breaks causing him to giggle. He then turns his attention back to the terminal.]

Is there anyone here who remembers me talking about wanting to have a ceremony to celebrate all of our friends who have been sent away? I would like to have it next month by the river. There should be food and maybe even some activities, since the point is to have fun remembering our friends instead of being sad. At the end, I want to put candles out on the river floating in boats to send our wishes for our friends to them!

Will you guys help me out? Please? Lets do something nice for all the people who aren't here anymore! You don't need to have lost someone to come or help either. We're all friends here, right?

( Location is very important! [Action] )

thehardway

Greetings.

I am Ultra Magnus, second-in-command of the Lost Light. It appears that this place is primarily populated by various organic species, so I will add that I am also a Cybertronian.

As I understand that I am indefinitely stuck here like the rest of you for the time being, I would like to better understand the environment and what your lives here have been like for however long you have been here.

This is not a normal situation. I want to learn more.

( Private from Krok | Public to everyone else )

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!))

readytobe

[Hi, Saeng Seong. Big pink eyes are staring at you. The sound of a little paw slapping the keyboard can be heard, and text shows up along with the video feed: ]

ijijeff0902

[The eyes draw back a little, and now you can see that they're (thankfully) attached to a little furry thing who appears to be trying to understand how the laptop works. It looks at the screen where the text has shown up and makes a questioning noise.

Mewtwo's telepathic voice comes through, sounding somehow distant, and weak.]

Stop...touching that.

[Espurr turns halfway and chirps indignantly. If you have a Pokemon or can somehow speak the language, you might figure out that it's refusing to stop and saying something about Mewtwo needing help. Earnestly, the little Pokemon gazes into the webcam and talks at it; again if you know Pokemon it's telling the audience that Mewtwo is sick and needs someone to help.

But even if you don't know what its saying, it's clearly distressed. Help a psychic cat out?]

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.

ofsongandstrings

Greetings, fellow... "guests" of our mostly benevolent "hosts."

[She still seems rather unsure about that, but the uneasiness is pushed aside rather easily.]

My name is Y'akeno Lhea, and with a handful of others having what already mentioned it, I would like to extend my services as well. Do you have that special someone here you wish to give a gift to? Or mayhap a special friend to celebrate this... "Singles Awareness" with? Whether it may be clothing, candies, jewelry or armor, I can guarantee high quality and handcrafted items on time for the 14th!

[As proof, she holds up a few necklaces and a pair of earrings as an example. Though those in the common area of Building 2 Floor 4 will see she's set up a corner that already has a couple mannequins with leatherwork and hand-woven clothing in it.]

Feel free to visit me on the fourth floor in the second apartment building if you would like to see more examples.

erfingi

[Seventeen mortal days. Seventeen days and he had yet to find a way out of here. So many of his plans seemingly ruined by a group of mortals with more power than they rightfully should have. He had looked and crept around, looking for whatever brought him here, but there were no buildings as conspicuous as the Bi-fröst or any devices as strange as the device to harness the Teseract. In fact, they couldn't have the Teseract, that was safely on Asgard, and there should be no other mystical artifacts like it in the universe.

So, how did he come to be here? After much debate, Loki decided to turn to his fellow prisoners. He did not do so without much thought, what were the chances of any of these having even an infinitesimal amount of knowledge of multi-dimensional, magical physics? He has found an access point for the network, and is sitting as comfortably as possible, when he feels quite ill. In fact, as soon as he turns on the feed, he sneezes... straight into a teacup, splashing brown liquid in his face. Oops, it appears that this god of mischief hasn't been keeping up with the required amount of physical contact]

My apologies. [he manages to get a handkerchief from his pocket and wipe his nose. He has been ill in the past, but his is different, he can feel his powers drain and he feels tired. This is more than the sniffles] What diseases are native to this land? Has anyone made an advance study of them?

[a violent shiver knocks the video askew. You can see the library of building 2 before Loki rights it] If any know what will cure this dreadful cold, I would be grateful to hear your advice.

[he clears his throat, which had gone a little hoarse] Now, for the other reason of this message. I am forced to conclude that this universe is not the universe I am from. Unless one has found whatever device or artifact was used to bring us here.

If any would like to discuss this or offer advice for this cold, I can be found in the library of apartment building two. [never let it said he couldn't play polite]

readytobe

I am not certain how I feel about a fellow living creature being "given" to me as a "present".

She is much too young to be separated from her mother.

wontdoanyless

[This is the first time that Steve is making a video like this to everyone, but he has used this feature when talking to others on this network at least. So, he doesn't look too awkward as he talks into it.]

Know that this is a bit late, but wanted to thank the people who gave me these items for Christmas. [He shows a rather famous red, white and blue circular shield and a Captain America costume that was used during the USO tours.]

It's real thoughtful of you. [He smiles a little, completely honest in his words.] However, the outfit is a bit too uh- big for me. Couldn't get it on without drowning in it, to be honest. So I'm wondering if anyone wants it, don't have much of a use for it myself and I wouldn't want it to go to waste.

[He looks down at the shield for a moment, feeling somewhat attached to it despite himself.] I'm keepin' the shield though, never know when something like this could come in handy...

[ooc: Feel free to fourth wall him or point out that those are Captain America stuff. Tony has already spilled the beans about it.]

ofwesternwinds

[So. It's raining.

Nevermind the odd and frankly bizarre side effect the rain seems to cause, but nevertheless during this time of the month? It's also freezing. Both are a unique combination this kid is not used to, being from what practically amounts as a desert planet. Naturally a cold was bound to happen sooner or later, and it doesn't help that he hasn't exactly met his physical contact quota recently; although, he hasn't quite taken that part into account yet.

So, when he makes a post, he sticks with text for now. Trying to speak - let alone sing - with a cold was already enough as it is.]

Does anyone know good ways for dealing with a cold? Specifically any home remedies that've worked for you in the past?

[He's about to type more when suddenly a sneeze abruptly cuts off that train of thought. ... It's a good thing he went with text here!]

Anything you have to offer would be appreciated.

substandard

[the entry starts with Draco suddenly leaning away from the stationary screen, looking relatively bewildered—and not looking at the camera, because he doesn't know what that is or where to find it. he leans back forward, observing the screen, and gives it an uncertain little tap. he mumbles, a little.]

Is it working, then?

[he rolls his eyes and sighs.]

Feel like a sodding idiot... Well, here goes.

[and, unsure if this is properly doing its thing or not, Draco just hopes that it's working so that he's not literally talking to a wall. Draco seems to decide looking at the screen is probably the best course of action, as he talks—so to those viewing him, his eyecontact isn't direct, but hey, it's not too off!]

Some of you've already met me; my name is Draco Malfoy. I'm a somewhat recent arrival for this embarrassment of a city.

[and, as is characteristic of his house, Draco gets straight to business.]

I heard this was probably the easiest way to contact people conveniently, since there's no other option. I'm looking for a partner—someone to rely on when I start to get ill.

[he prays people get his meaning.]

That said, besides obviously helping the health of whoever steps up to the task, you won't be doing this for nothing. I'm a wizard—I know magical abilities aren't incredibly uncommon around here, but there's a fair bit of magic that can be incredibly convenient in the—[Draco half scowls, half winces,] domestic scheme of things, I guess...

Anyway—a simple exchange of information, such as where we're living or places we frequent, and trust enough to find one another as necessary is all I ask.

dragoncrest

[The rat woman who may have been seen atop various buildings across the city appears on the screen, sans hat, looking unsure for a moment before appearing to realize the feed is working correctly. She clears her throat quietly before speaking in a serious manner.]

I have a question for you all, if you would be so kind as to answer.

There seem to be many worlds represented in this city, but I have noticed that there are many from a planet called Earth. I am from the planet Gaia, but I have yet to meet anyone from my world, be it the same or an alternate version.

So my question is: What world are you from, and is it similar to this place we've found ourselves in? I would like to see if there is any correlation between the home worlds of people brought here.

severaty

--ing working right yet? Gawds.

[Severa peers one eye far too close to the terminal camera before pulling away and- upon realizing that it's recording- makes a slight, frustrated noise before huffing out a 'finally!' and crossing her arms.]

Okay look, I'm not going to waste any time. Not everybody here is the touchy-feely type and frankly, it's a little obnoxious to try and make us be anyway. But a lot of us here don't mind a fight, right? And some kinds of fighting require a lot of touching- usually between fists and faces but hey. Occupational hazard, right?

[She shrugs, gnawing on her lip slightly. She's going to continue of course, but part of her is still afraid that her suggestion will seem stupid. But it's the best she's got and better to get out with it than just think it to death.]

So why not keep ourselves sharp and fill up on the touching quota by having a big sparring practice in the mornings or something? It's sure more productive than complaining about how you don't want to hug anyone, and it's good for getting frustration out.

Any takers?

readytobe

I do not understand you people...

[It's a little hard to tell with text, but Mewtwo is in a bit of a mood today. Mostly because he's been feeling increasingly ill as the days go by. Guess who hasn't been hugging people?]

These natives have taken us hostage and cursed us with their own illness, forcing us to help them or risk becoming unnaturally ill...and you go out and celebrate with them? Join them in playing carnival games? Are you all insane, or do you simply have severe short-term memory loss?! I have never seen a better demonstration of Stockholm Syndrome in my life!

readytobe

[Technically, the Pokemon had arrived with the others on the 18th, but he had done his best to remain inconspicuous and had slunk away soon after receiving the welcome letter. Feel free to have seen a giant cat monster skulking about in the corner and flying off, but there's no indication that this message is from the same individual. He'd rather keep his face off the network for now.]

How simple life would be if I were unable to feel empathy. Even when I have been taken forcibly from my home and given absurd demands...

But no matter.

I have many questions, but I imagine my fellow captives have little in the ways of answers. So I will ask for your opinions instead.

What do you think of nonhumans? I have seen a surprising amount here that are clearly of other species. It intrigues me...

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