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So... those memory capsule things. They just... give you a bunch of memories? From home? Nothing else?

*Lauren may have gotten something other than a Prijata gift recently. And given her personal history there's a good chance she doesn't trust it, because why would she trust anything.*

Private to UN:Thunderbird and UN:Blink

...Is there anything I should know about home before I gain a bunch of new memories?

mirakills

( mild epilepsy warning )

[ please assume that there is something wrong with the post for this, not that she slapped up a couple of spooky gifs like a loon. ]

shoplifter

[The feed opens to Laura looking a little uncomfortable in her own skin — you'd think she was in trouble again or something, forced to give another on-screen admission. But nope! Trouble was totally a few days ago. She's been an angel as of late (or as close to one as a stabby mutant can be). Instead, Linda motions for her to go ahead and start her video broadcast. What for, you ask? She steels herself.]

Prijata is coming up; it is a celebration to give people things. I am not very good at it.

But we had wood-carving for the end of the year art project, so I — made some... wooden dolls for people. [She pauses, looking up again at Linda. She motions for her to continue on.] I am not very good at it yet, so the painting is not perfect. Even so, I have... made... many good friends. Friends I didn't think I would make. So... Quiero agradecer a mis amigos. I want to thank my friends.

[This is clearly something she's not used to saying. At all. And her cheeks are slightly flustered by the time she stops and she's plucking at her tattered shirt sleeve — a new visual compared to the usually cool and collected child who never seems to care enough to be embarrassed. It's just, you know. It's different when it's something you've made for someone else. And it is their faces, a face she had studied in that way of hers over the last few weeks as she worked on the project. Her bed is covered in crafting materials, a sign she'd rushed to get them done in time.

She shows them in detail, don't worry about being left in suspense. Indeed, they're all carved carefully from wooden bits, with little items and clothing pieces glued together.

The kid sits in this earnest hope that she did well enough to not be teased. It's a normal thing to do, right? Something a person does, not a science project.

She hopes it's obvious who is who:]

I can bring them to you, wherever you are... if you want yours. If you do not, I can keep them on my dresser.

[Honestly, knowing how many she made is an eye-opener for her; she didn't realize she cared about so many people here.]

.... Feliz Prijata.

[... Even if it's a bit early.]

angelic_archer

(Joint post from Jace Wayland ~~Herondale, Lightwood, Whatever~~ and Alec Lightwood-Bane.)

[When the broadcast begins, the video pans across the interior of the LUX nightclub. The space is lit enough to show the details of the speakeasy inspired decor but dim enough to give the impression of what the club will be like when it's open.

Eventually the feed stops on a blond playing Fur Elise at a grand piano. Alec sets his phone down, bracing it so that it has a clear view and won't move. He sits down beside Jace. He waits a few beats before accompanying his parabatai. The two of them begin playing a ragtime version of the song, each player pausing at certain points and the other easily picking up the melody. When they're finished, Alec turns toward the camera.]

A few months ago, Magnus and I opened up the LUX building for renters. We've been working on opening the nightclub on the main and basement floors, and we almost have everything ready. We're planning to make the club like the apartments, welcoming to those who have felt that they're different. This will be a safe place to enjoy themselves. Mostly I was thinking that this would be a place for beings who are supernatural but it'll be open to anyone who is willing to follow the rules and not cause trouble.

LUX is going to be a music club, but right now, I have only two performers. If you're interested in playing at the club, please contact either Jace or me and we can discuss setting up an audition.

[As Alec mentions the Lux being a safe place, Jace begins playing C Jam Blues. He’s definitely showing off and enjoying the jazz piece immensely. Right up until he hears his name and then he stops and leans in closer to Alec, eyes on the phone.]

Bring your own sheet music. Diversity is important. If you don’t have any musical talent don’t call me. Unless you’re hot and looking for date. Or you have some other talent. Like bartending or waiting tables.

[Scowling at Jace, Alec elbows his parabatai in the ribs.] You’re not the only one who’ll be holding auditions. I’m the owner, remember?

[Jace smiled and rubbed at his ribs for a moment before beginning a new piece. Moonlight Sonata.] You’re the boss. I just toss drinks and rule breakers.

And play the piano. [Shaking his head, he looks more amused than annoyed by Jace’s comments.] If anyone wants to audition or interview, let us know.

(ooc: If you prefer either Jace or Alec to answer, note which one you want to answer in the subject line or in the tag.)

realists

[ simple text, straightforward and easy: ]

What are the birthday traditions on your home planets?

[ jyn hasn't celebrated a birthday in something like... fifteen years so to say she's out of practice would be a gross understatement. she tells herself this is cultural anthropology, her mother would be proud. TIME TO LEARN, time to attempt to live like a normal human being... ]

loveconquers

[ Meg wanted to just send out a text, quick and to the point. But, she needed this to be a little personal because that's all it was. He was her family and she'd gone four long years without him. Having him back for a little under 2 months was more than she could have had.

It could be all she will have. She doesn't know.

And that's why she needs to do this. She might not have bothered otherwise... Back home, she wasn't responsible for the announcements or notifications to family and friends, but her mother wasn't here. She spent a long time wondering if she should even do this or let people find out on their own, but it was the right thing to do. His leaving impacted more than just her. When he hadn't come back, she'd figured he might've been caught up with whatever was going on, but then the other pieces fell into place. He'd been sent away. This time, she promises to herself, she won't lash out and destroy what she's kind of set herself up for here. It hurts. It hurts, but it's a familiar pain.

At least she knows what to do with it now and that she can fix it. No, now that she will fix it. Her voice is even when she finally addresses the network, wanting to keep this as brief as possible. It was easier to internalize it than to scream and cry. Though, she can't stop a few tears as she can hear his voice in her mind. Just like she can't help the way her voice cracks at his name.

Be strong for me, Meglet. It'll all work itself out. You'll see. ]

For anyone who might have known him, Dr. Alex Murry is gone. He did wall research and development. I--

[ She's not sure what else needs to be said. Apologizing feels wrong. She can only hope that he didn't go back to Camazotz. Or if he did, he isn't there alone for long. There's a pause filled with a shaky breath as she searches for how to end this before just turning it off. ]

inlaid

[Bryn, Taako]

( nsfw dessert & art discussion )

jolting

If I could have everyone's attention, please.

As you're all no doubt aware by now, there's a serious illness that's been spreading around. I guess we know why we call this the Quarantine. In any case, I need everyone who is currently sick to report to the hospital immediately. I don't care if you're some immortal being or your society advanced in medical science enough that you think you can beat this. This disease has affected people from all different worlds and bypassed any natural defenses. If you are unable to report to the hospital on your own power, please let me know and I'll arrange for you to get there. I've already had the disease so don't worry about me catching it from you.

The main symptoms I've observed have similarities with the common cold or influenza, combined with conflicting sensory perception. If you have this disease, you're likely experiencing audio or visual hallucinations or possibly a combination of these. It seems that the disease is spread in the usual ways: coughing, sneezing, sharing saliva, as well as physical contact.

As Mr. Stark mentioned earlier, there has been some progress made on temporarily deactivating the nanites that are causing this disease. However, we need a more permanent solution and for that, I'll need some assistance. I need someone skilled in magical arts. Witch, wizard, sorcerer, whatever the hell you want to call yourself. Those who aren't sick or are already immune would be preferable, obviously, but I'll take whoever is willing at this point.

I promise that I will do everything in my power to figure this thing out and find a permanent cure.

suckstobestrange

[Hello Riverview! The feed blinks on to show Stephen, who might be looking somewhat under the weather here, paler than normal, the dark circles under his eyes a bit deeper. But that's not what he's here about, so like fuck he's acknowledging that!]

So is there anyone around who's a bit more up on Pokemon than I am? I was told they evolved as a method of growth, but I was unaware it was such a... sudden thing. One minute Wong was normal size, the next he's, well-

[The camera is turned, showing Wong, who is no longer the Lillipup that folk might remember but a Herdier. He's also three times his previous size, as seen by the fact that sitting up he was barely fitting on the small pillow-style dog bed just visible.]

Also, anyone who knows how to get him to stop doing this would be appreciated. [The camera pans lower to show that the dog bed was in fact upside down, having been pushed off the nearby sofa onto Sirius. The black lab hasn't moved even with bed and other dog on him, a long-suffering look sent Stephens way, as well as a slow thump of his tail.

He'd move but he's had enough of Wong's bamboozling for one day, thanks.]

buildsomething

[The video flicks on to Tony's tired face, though he actually looks pretty good, considering that he's still mildly sick. He grins at the camera, though, the pleased look of someone who's managed something.]

Hey, so. For anyone still caught with this plague thing, I've got a...well, not a fix. A work around, maybe. A focused EMP seems to deactivate the nanities long enough for some of the symptoms to fade, at least for a little while. It doesn't get rid of the things entirely, but it should give you a nice break from feeling like shit.

I'd like to thank my lovely assistants for working with me on this.

[The camera pans across the workroom to focus on the couch, and the two bodies sprawled on it. The eagle-eyed might recognize one (or both) of them as Bucky Barnes, but the way they're both just kind of slumped in a heap makes it kind of hard to tell. It's not that large a couch.

One of them twitches slightly, and there's a snort as Tony turns the camera back on himself.]

That's it for now. I'm still working on a more permanent solution, but magic is really not my thing. Someone else wants to have a crack at that part, be my guest.

[A sudden crash comes from what seems like the vicinity of that couch, and Tony gives the screen a sardonic look before the feed cuts.]

sentence

No one told me how good your music is!

[ The scene is a decent camping set up just outside the wall. It's not filthy or unkempt at all. When Yuri says he's technically homeless, he's really more of an excellent camper who's more than used to roughing it in the wild. His device has pulled up a playlist and he's bobbing his head to it, and he's-- not... a bad singer? He's actually having a hell of a time. Repede, his dog, has been kind of circling him near the camp fire. He seems to be antsy. ]

Calm down, whether or not he's okay right now doesn't mean a thing whether or not you worry about it.

[ No context for that. ]

Someone, throw me some music. Anything!

nostalgiabomb

[ INT. Shared Housing, Floor 13, Room 4 – Very Late Night.

We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.

In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]

I am Groot?

[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.

Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.

DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.

Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.

The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]

Groot, what are you—?

[ Busted.

Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]

Oh, son of a—

[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]

viatorius

whichever asshole has been moving the buildings around, can you not do that? you're making my job really freaking hard.

( No one is moving any buildings. Clarice has just pretending she hasn't got the weird sickness everyone else has. But maybe right now she's definitely heading into delirious category. Thankfully, she knows enough not to try portalling right now. Sitting down, catching her breath, not panicking. Those are good ideas.

She needs to be distracted. )

and i'm pretty sure the body mod parlour people are trying to induct me into a cult. i don't even have pierced ears!

heavenfell

[She has never been ill before in this form. Oh she has been stabbed, chained and condemned, but never infected. Her eyes are dark - sullen - and she is reclining in bed.]

They call this a plague and I believe them. [Truth be told, she might have endured multiple plagues as a human. Shouldn't she have some immunity to them now?

Her appearance is not as bad as it could be, but she is looking gloomy and disheveled. She also doesn't seem to give a damn about giving a good presentation.]

Humans are incredible. They seem so fragile, but they endure. I hope you don't forget that you have the strength it takes to overcome. Plagues have never wiped out the entirety of humanity.

[Alexiel stretches onto her back, her head haloed by her dark curls.]

Bubonic, small pox, measles, typhus, syphilis, viral hemorrhagic fever... You survived them all. This one can hardly compare. [Even if she is feeling miserable too. She turns her head away stubbornly, arrogant in the face of the disease.]

lionunchained

[This is audio because Shiro really doesn't feel like showing his face. Maybe he's being a bit vain given the circumstances... but oh well]

I have a feeling I am not the only one, but I feel like death warmed over. Whatever this is is really annoying and pretty much nothing helps. I think I've hit the point of exhaustion where I just can't sleep anymore.

[In the background there's the sound of one of the lions, purring very close to the phone]

Okay, yes I see you. Some space please.

If I die from this, can someone put this on my grave - "he died as he lived - being attacked by robots".

[There's a very audible huff and the metallic sound of the lion stalking away]

Come on. I was joking. Ow...

[And that's when it cuts off.

ooc: action available for housemate and cr who would come over to check on him]

stantheman

Hello,

My name is Stan.

I'm just wondering what it is that you miss most about home?

hasitsthorns

[ The video starts out at an odd angle. The ceiling of community house is the first thing that people see when it clicks on. Immediately after, a dark blotch covers up the camera feed.

Sniff, sniff, snuffle. ]

Dude, stop, you huge ham- [ sounds Rose, fingers curling over the rolling film. Everything jostles for a moment, the world a blur, and then it re-focuses on Rose's face. She's laying on the floor, sheen of cold sweat on her face and circles under her eyes darker than usual. She can't say that she's never been sick before since that's, y'know. Not normal. So instead, she settles for- ]

Haven't felt this awful in a while. [ It's not a lie, not really. Somewhere in the background, electronica beats are playing just loud enough to be caught. The next one that rolls catches her attention, the blond casting a sidelong gaze off camera. It's an interesting one. Oddly apt. ]

I hope there is, in fact, a rave in my grave if I die. I feel like I'm dying? Does anyone else feel like death? This blows.

[ A pause. A tiny chocolate lab scrambles into view, kicking his little back paws to try and climb onto Rose's stomach where she lays. He's chewing at her shirt, too, but she doesn't seem to mind much. ]

I also really want pizza? Whis is, like, the opposite of what I should want? Tell me your possibly weird sick food cravings, guys. Do you have any? Or what do you do when sick to feel better? Let's get those home remedies rolling.

[ Something, anything, to distract her from how awful she feels currently. ]

jardinnoir

[The girl on the other end of the feed looks a bit troubled, but manages a smile nonetheless.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Haru Okumura - but I would rather be called Haru, if that is okay. I'm... a newcomer here, so I'm afraid I only know a little bit about what's going on. [She's still sorting through what she was told upon arriving.]

I'd like to get to know some of you, if that is possible. I'm a high school student, myself, in my final year. I enjoy tending to the garden I had on the rooftop of my school, and I also like reading in my spare time. [She pauses in thought, and then realizes she forgot something.] Oh! They also offered me a job related to gardening here, it seems. I haven't accepted it yet, but I plan on doing so once I get acquainted with the situation here.

I-I hope that we can become friends. [A beat.] And if someone knows of anyone that went to a school named Shujin Academy, please let me know. I'm... particularly looking for someone named Akira Kurusu.

[She offers a final wave before concluding her video.]

sentence

Anyone not undertaken by the plague want to go out for drinks?

My treat. I should be saving for my own place, but after a few months here, it's time to make some friends.

[ Acquaintances. Whichever. ]

justbeginning

[ There's a moment of dead air first. Very brief, just long enough for a breath (a hesitation, possibly, it's all relative). Then: ]

Riverview Quarantine, this is Dr. Elizabeth Weir speaking. Now, you might be thinking that you don't know me. [ Her tone warms. ] Don't worry; the feeling's mutual. Since I've been very generously offered the position of public representative to the government of Riverview, making some introductions felt pretty prudent.

[ There's the slightest bit of emphasis on generously: not quite sarcastic, not entirely sincere. She pauses briefly. ]

I'll be honest and say I really don't plan on being in this city long-term. If they make the right calibrations to send me home, I'm gonna take that opportunity. But for however long I am here? My job is to make sure we're all heard and that our needs are met. I'll be representing all of you. And I don't intend to take that responsibility lightly.

So, you can-- consider my door open. [ Elizabeth seems pretty optimistic about that, at least? ] Unless the paperwork was misleading, that should be half the point of the job.

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