@cjk [ audio ]

[signifies]

Hello everyone. My name is Clark. I'll try and keep this brief.

Firstly, I've drawn up a blank list and placed one on the bulletin board on each housing floor. If those with medical expertise feel comfortable, they can put their name, residence here, and — if they have one — specialisation, in case of an emergency. We have several residents who aren't from the same point in time, so if you'd like to volunteer to update someone's medical knowledge, please mark your name with an asterisk.

Secondly, ah-- [ a bit of a laugh. ] I'm from Kansas, which some of you might recognise as being host to some pretty bad weather. Now, I'm not going to say I'm paranoid, but-- I like to think ahead. So, I've made up some kits with some of the usual survival paraphernalia back home and distributed them between floors. Feel free to help yourselves if you need them.

[ No one has to use them, but he’d rather everyone knows they're available. ]

Thank you for your time.

( all replies in audio unless otherwise stated )

Comments

[signifies]

My mother. What about you?

[spellslots]

[He sighs, very dramatic, because he would give an arm for someone to not find magic weird.]

Pretty damn normal, since I'm a wizard and all.

[signifies]

What sort of magic can you do?

[ That was a little hasty. ]

... If you don't mind my asking.

[starspangled]

No, not really.

[steve shakes his head, hating the portal a little bit for separating this man from his ma.]

I've got friends. A couple of them ended up here too.

[signifies]

[ Nobody's friends should be trapped. Clark feels for him. ]

Do you mind if I ask how many?

[pundemic]

Well, you already promised to make me some, so... unless you think I need some kind of advanced warning, like, 'it'll blow your fucking socks off, Ellie, so wear two pairs that day' or something?

[He seems kind of down about it. She reaches over to shove at his shoulder playfully. This was exactly why she didn't want to tell him about the Infection.]

C'mon, man, it's not like it's that bad. This way it's like... everything's new! I get to see it all for the first time. That's pretty awesome, right?

[spellslots]

Transmutation is my specialty, bubbale!

[He sees no harm in people knowing this shit, and also: he likes talking about himself.]

Not that I'm limited to that, of course. Big fan of necromancy if I'm being honest, lotta damaging spells, great for fucking up monsters.

[signifies]

Can everyone use magic, or is it something you're born with?

[ He may be writing this down. ]

[dust_of_life]

I've heard of New York.

Who hasn't heard of New York?

[Maybe someone from the Midwest.]

But...Gotham?

[starspangled]

Two - Sam and Wanda. I couldn't ask for better people to go through anything with.

[he doesn't know that bucky's there, not yet. maybe it's for the best. he probably wouldn't be taking much time for conversations otherwise.]

Hey, if you need any help making more of those packs, or just anything at all, I'd be happy to lend a hand.

[signifies]

[ No 'Simon'. If he hadn't personally seen Bucky bring food to the shelters he might think Steve had a stalker. ]

I'd appreciate it. I'm making some more this afternoon. Second floor.

[signifies]

We're from all different worlds here. Some people will recognise one city but not another.

[spellslots]

Everyone is able to learn it, at least wizardly shit.

[That's the technical term.]

You wanna be a warlock and you have to make a shitty deal with a powerful creature, and who knows what the fuck is going on with sorcerers.

[He just got an 18 on his Arcana check and this is the helpful information he gives.]

@outis

[prisonking]

Have you tried clicking your heels yet?

text.

[signifies]

Didn't work. Sorry to disappoint you.

[dust_of_life]

Different worlds?

You mean parallel dimensions? The stuff of sci-fi?

[signifies]

Yes.

I live in Metropolis, but you've never heard of it. There's one example.

[signifies]

[ He's not down, just thinking. He has a strong sense of kinship with this girl, experiencing all this for the first time.

It must be terrible to look at what should be known and familiar, feeling neither of those emotions.

Not for the first time, he wishes his father's AI had survived Zod's attack. ]

Pretty cool. Here's the tarp, which one should we get?

[dust_of_life]

[She lets out a few choice words in Hindi as it slowly starts to sink in.]

Okay, I'm going to hate this place.

Hang on, I need to write some of this down.

[signifies]

And clerics, they're like priests?

[spellslots]

Yeah, so they get their magic from their god if their god isn't an asshole.

[He talks a lot of shit about clerics for someone who's frequently had their ass saved by one.]

[signifies]

[ It's not a brand of affection Clark's familiar with. He can just tell there's not any real heat to those words. ]

I think I understand. Is there a limit to your ability? We might have need of it in an emergency.

[starspangled]

Same here. We're bunkmates.

[spellslots]

I only got so many spell slots, my man!

[Which is basically like mana, except with some gentle fourth wall breaking.]

Haven't run out yet, though, so let me worry about that.

[And he's always got cantrips, even if they aren't as effective.]

[pundemic]

[She starts fussing with them, testing the weight of them with her fingers, checking the sizes printed on the little cardboard labels plastic-wrapped against them. Finally, she points to a blue one.]

That one. Twelve by sixteen, blue's better because water won't evaporate as fast as it will off the black, and it's not as visible as the orange if you need to build a shelter in a hurry. Decent weight, heavy duty grommets.

[She sounds like a tarp salesman. Okay then. But she does slap her hand down against it as if she's claiming alien territory for her very own, so there you go.]