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[ He has spent a great deal of time considering how in fact he wants to and should introduce himself on this network. Not that computers are any stranger to angels, but as Lucifer he never had much use of them. As a human, though…

It should be easy enough to write a post, shouldn’t it? A simply introduction and a query for new information about this new world he’s found himself in. But what comes flowing out is not worded in the prosaic voice of the ages-old being that he knows himself to be but the irreverent, shit-posting, careless tone of the teenage delinquent that he was until so recently. ]

Pretty sure when old Shakes wrote about there being more thing in heaven and earth than dreamt of in philosophy he didn’t mean whole other universes. Eight year old me would have been thrilled!

On the note of people who have had brushes with death and ghosts, let’s take a poll here: how many of you fully expected you’d never expect anything again before you wound up here? Not to be morbid, but hospitalization or not I’m pretty sure I ought to be dead.

[ He hesitates at the end. It’s not what he intended, but it feels too natural to be denied. Perhaps “Sakuya Kira” is still more alive and well within him than he thought. Then again, this should suit him well enough; until he can ascertain the truth about this place and its denizens, hiding behind that old identity might not be a bad idea. It’s certainly a lot less threatening than “Lucifer.”

He hits post and waits to see who will respond. ]

wit_and_sword

[The feed shows Elizabeth in the dining room of her apartment. She's tried to make the place as hospitable as possible with the several bits of framed artwork or decorative pieces, but the furniture is still the same basic design as when she arrived.

Furniture aside, she looks almost torn, certainly embarrassed by what she was about to say.] Hello, my name is Elizabeth Bennet.[She really hoped she was using this properly and not looking more like a fool than she already felt.] Is there anyone willing to teach skills in cookery? Back in my own world, I do have a basic understanding of what goes on in the kitchen, but these appliances are unknown to me. For the time being, I have been going 'out' to eat, but it is becoming silly that I have these things and no the understanding of how to use them properly.

[The last thing she wished to do was burn down the building because she had accidentally set something too high on the heat.]

thestoriesarereal

[The video turns on with Lucy smiling and then giving the camera a wave.]

I know it's a bit late, but I wanted to wish everyone a Happy Valentine's Day.

Also, all the Valentine's Day chocolate should be marked down, perfect time to get a lot of chocolate and candy.

[The video feed ends there, but she is a clever girl and thought this would be a better way to address those she left a valentine's day card and various candies for.]
( Valentine's Day Cards )

burntbridges

[Well, this is different. Letha is bristled with indignation, and the reason is somewhat obvious - her hair has turned snow-white, and her eyes are pale blue-violet with red pupils. Her skin even seems a bit paler; she's turned fully albino.]

What's going on? [Her tone is snippy, and just a little bit desperate.] My hair's looked like this since I woke up- I went out and bought hair dye and it just soaked in and disappeared! I couldn't even dye it with ink! How do I get rid of this?

[She hates how her hair looks, and keeps running her fingers through it as if that will somehow turn it back to black... and worse than that, her eyes are hideous! And she doesn't trust contacts enough to try them, especially knowing that trying to turn her hair back had done nothing. What if they melt into her eyes?]

Private to Ragnar: Audio

We need to talk about Winter. Do you have a moment?

sweetlies

[It isn't his first business venture, and most certainly not the first one where he has management over his head, but he hasn't had to give a direct report to anyone in years, not even the Earl Phantomhive, whichever one it might have been at the time. He does his job well, whatever it might be, and he doesn't foresee any issue with it, otherwise he never would have taken this job to begin with, but now that he has the cafe to himself, he has started the process of organizing things, and that's exactly what Undertaker is doing.]

[Pen in hand, paper on a clipboard, he's still old school when it comes to sorting. Supplies had been easy enough to order. The menu was decided upon and ingredients set and ready to go. The hardest part about all of that had been agreeing not to bring his own brand of cookie into anything, except on special occasions. A small price to pay. Not everyone could appreciate his humor, and that was a shame, but he would let it slide. What was left was to give the whole place an open, inviting feel. Easy enough to do with the funeral parlor, such as it was, but the cafe was a breeze.]

[If this was supposed to be a challenge, he felt he should have upped the stakes a few notches.]

[Ciel has the camera discreetly recording Undertaker as he does everything. It's nice seeing the man in such a social atmosphere and slipping into his role so easily. He does want to try to throw him off a little though, setting the camera on one of the tables and carefully keeping it propped up, before tossing an apron onto the counter in front of the man.]

Forgot your 'uniform.'

[Ciel is wearing a similar one, black with pale blue flames coming up from the bottom. It might not fit the Victorian pair very much but he is trying to meet this place halfway.]

[He'd be proud of the boy's efforts, and really, he is. But he's not above making a bit of a jest at it all in spite of everything. Undertaker turns to look at the apron that has been given over to him with his brand of grin.]

Oh? And here I thought that one was yours. Milord looks so professional in it.

[He giggles, but takes the cloth and lifts it to hook over his head. Without the top hat, it's not hard at all to do, but getting the length of his hair over the loop makes for a little bit of work, something he's quite practiced in after so long with it as it is. He makes short work of his mane and the apron and leaves the mess of it hanging over his shoulder so he can freely tie a bow at his back at the waist.]

Do I look like I belong here yet?

[He resists sticking his tongue out. He's a nobleman still, at least in behavior, and a business owner. There has to be some attempts to seem professional on his part... it's hard to resist though.]

I mean, it could be but then I'd be the manager and where would you be? [Ciel smiles though.] It's perfect though.

[He's even had 'manager' embroidered onto it.

After a moment, he slips to the counter to set out some tins of tea and coffee. Even if neither of them is a fan. Announcement time!]

As you can see, we've entered into the cafe business. It's taken a bit of work to get a location and the design but it's all come together finally.

[Undertaker, blind as he is, hasn't noticed that the camera has been recording this whole time, and so he looks to Ciel with a tilt of his head.]

My lord, of course we have. I've just been working with you on it this whole day.

[He flashes a sweet smile at the man, and he's very obviously too innocent.]

Whoops, perhaps I put the camera too far away.

[No, he wanted everyone to see how lighthearted Undertaker could be. And the position of it gave a wide view of the cafe as a whole.]

Say hello to the Quarantine?

[Ah, so this is what Ciel has been up to. He's not upset in the least, and he'll even offer a wave to the camera.]

Well, hello! Fancy meeting all of you here. We're just about ready to open, so don't worry yourself over where to get your next cup of whatever it is you like. If it's not here, we'll get it for you.

[He's not bothered and that's nice. It makes Ciel heave a soft, relieved, sigh. And then he focuses on the camera again.]

Since this is our grand opening, any couples that visit today will get a free cup of a drink of their choice with the purchase of another one. Of course, we don't want anyone single to feel left out, so feel free to find a way to show affection here, whether with customers or staff, and we'll find a deal for you.

Happy Valentine's Day, Quarantine.

(replies from

sweetlies and

somakemelaugh. Cafe menu here.)

drunken_tactics

I just have a couple of questions right now.

1. Where can a girl go to find some good clothes?

2. Where can said girl go to get a drink or several?

bespredel

[ It's still the small hours of the morning when Yuri flips his video on to record; he's in one of Otabek's oversized t-shirts, and still in bed from the looks of it. His free arm not holding the phone is slung around Otabek's neck, and at first glance it looks as though Yuri is flipping off the camera- but no, that's his ring finger on proud display, a delicate band of black with inset diamonds clearly and proudly shown off for the world to see. Yuri's smiling like he never does- wide and proud, his eyes shut and scrunched up with obvious delight. If one were to look closely, they might even see the faintest hint of tears still clinging to his blond lashes.

With a jubilant shout, Yuri gets on to let the inhabitants of Riverview know: ]

GUESS WHO'S FUCKING ENGAGED, BITCHES!!!! [ He whoops excitedly, turning his head as though he's about to kiss the side of Otabek's own face, but the video ends before he gets there, preferring that kind of affection for private, thanks. ]

geniusforgotten

[ Nikola's been here awhile, mostly keeping his head down. And if he occasionally uses the time and resources his new position provides for his own projects, well, what did they expect? After his unhiring from SCIU, he's a little more careful. Can't make the natives too unhappy. They might still be useful.

The man in the video is standing, far enough away from the lens to show he's wearing a suit and has a glass of wine in one hand. His other hand rests at his waist, the open wine bottle within easy reach.

He can't actually get drunk, but he does enjoy trying. ]

Nice place. It looks like I'll be staying a while.

[ He's so obviously unimpressed with this situation. But it isn't all miserable. He's seen some interesting technology laying around. ]

So allow me to introduce myself.

[ Moving closer now, he flashes a smile that somehow manages to be charming and arrogant all at once. ]

Nikola Tesla.

illusionistic

[ So there's only so much training Aeacinos can do on his own, which is why you all get a video of a half human half snake man curled up and lounging near what appears to by the perimeter guard barracks. ]

Would anyone care for a spar? Weapons and magic are both acceptable to use. I feel myself restless without much to do in terms of fighting. It is strange to go so long without having a war to think about.

[ And his tail mimics his own thoughts on the matter, restless and...just impatient seeming. Though his expression turns thoughtful as he pauses to think on something. ]

Back at home I did not have many...hobbies either. So perhaps if you have any ideas on some that would be most appreciated. I am not sure what to really do to pass the time here. But fighting is always something that is enjoyable for me. I am curious to know what you all do to keep yourselves entertained here, if it is not too much trouble to speak of.

[ How many people is he going to get shit posted by...we just don't know. ]

fhux

[ Hux is seated at a desk with his chin resting on curled fingers, not quite at ease but in a stylised sort of contemplation. Black blazer (donned just for the broadcast) over an immaculate white shirt; civilian clothes because he can't exactly wear his uniform all the time, his meagre handout of credits having been put to tasteful use. It means nothing on this moon whether he wears FO insignia, anyway. Won't leave an impression. No, that's all down to him and a smooth introduction. ]

Good Evening. This is an appeal to anyone who may have access to a shuttle, the kind commonly used for interstellar purposes. Should it be possible to procure an adequate pilot, I'm willing to pay for a private aerial viewing of the Abandoned City. Your craft ought to have defensive measures and attack capabilities, of course, as a standard precaution. I'd rather not take chances.

Other than that, I'm ... flexible on price.

[ But not so much that he'll let himself be robbed by a scam artist, says the glint of a green eye. ]

Any amenability to this proposal is appreciated.

[ He dismisses the broadcast without another word but a curt nod that he intends to signal some measure of gratitude. Not that it matters unless someone actually responds. Having deliberately snubbed approaching Ren prior to this, Hux is also prepared to hear some loud, nasal complaints ~~and Rebel scum whining from the eaves~~. ]

heavenfell

[A bright, blinding light fills the sky. After a moment, the outline of six big wings can be seen against the horizon before the owner of said wings...falls. She hits the ground, leaving an obvious dent in the pavement.]

Returned...? [Her voice is remarkably unfazed.] Setsuna...is dead? [That must be the case. Otherwise, why would she be...here?] The cycle has been broken. I am myself again.

[She sits up and looks at the sky, her expression conflicted. She touches her abdomen, closing her eyes.]

He is with me.

[Brushing off the rubble, she stands up and extends her wings to their full extent - and, then, as soon as they are fully visible, they begin to fade.]

Quarantine, I am the Organic Angel Alexiel and I require information. Tell me everything you know about the moon.

[Her gaze falls on the recording device and she picks it up, blowing the dust off of the screen.]

Do not fear me. I have no desire to harm you. [She cares deeply for humanity in actuality.] How can I help?

sentiences

[ The video pans across one of the communal rooms before centering on Dorian. He looks overwhelmed and thrilled at the same time. ]

Okay, so this is amazing. I have a room with a bed — and I'm not entirely sure what they expect me to do with that. Also my own chair! It's a sweet deal.

[ Seriously. A chair. His own space. Let the android have his moment okay. ]

Unfortunately, I don't think my charging station came with me on the trip here. Does anyone know anyone technically minded or with a large amount of appliances and scrap? I kind of need it so I don't run out of power. Low charges are hellish.

I can pay you? I think I get wages now. Amazing.

ragnarsson

[The video opens up with Ivar sitting on the edge of his bed, phone recording in one hand, and a knife being fiddled around with in the other. It's clear he's got something on his mind.]

So it turns out if you properly motivate people, they can get that portal fixed up to get you back home.

[It's best not to ask what motivation that was, but Ivar being Ivar, most everyone watching can probably figure it out.]

I'm going back home for a while to take care of some unfinished business. I left in the middle of a war and I need to see that through before I come back. [He pauses.] And don't bother trying to talk me out of this, I've already made up my mind. I'll see you all in two weeks.

[He waves goodbye with the knife and then cuts the video. Looks like the Quarantine has a reprieve from the crazy Viking for the next fourteen days. But he'll be back. Ivar's far too tough to do something as basic as dying back in his home world.]

snapkaboom

[Roy’s face appears on screen wearing his trademark smirk.]

So, are there any kind ladies to show a newcomer around? Don’t worry, I’ll pay for dinner.

While I’m here, I’d also like to ask about all the other worlds people were pulled from. I’d be willing to share about my own, of course.

mystearious

[ On camera, Tear can be seen sitting against her bed with the lens from a distance, as if she's asking a question. She's not sure about the etiquette of face-to-face communication, so she looks... too serious. Laughably too serious to be coming on here and sitting with you like she's about to divorce you or is in a face to face interview. ]

Hello. My name is Tear Grants. If anyone should recognize it-- contact me.

[ It almost sounds like she's going to beat the hell out of whoever does. ]

I'm new here. I was in the hospital for a little while and I've been cured of-- an illness. Anyway, I've been assigned to Search and Rescue. I'm... in a communal dorm it seems.

I'm aware of the responsibility of one to take care of their own information-gathering, however--

[ Immediately she sits up when she hears a bark outside the window. Rushing over to the side, past her roommate's empty bed, she opens the curtains and sees a dog from the festival walking down the road in an adorable costume. ]

Oh my gosh....

[ She's forgotten the camera doesn't turn off by itself when you leave it alone, it seems. ]

personifications

[ On camera, Eames can be seen sitting, holding a dark brown puppy that looks an awful lot like a pitbull. The puppy occasionally leans forward to bump her nose against the camera lens. ]

Say what you'd like about poor impulse control as I know some of you will, but I was sober when this happened.

[ He shrugs and the puppy yips, annoyed about being moved when he does it. ]

I do still, regrettably, need some help in terms of a name; I never have been good with giving them.

[ Some details are pressing: how people act, how they move, who they know. This is a set of details beyond even his specialties. And sure enough, attached to the video is a rudimentary poll with--true to his accounting--a bizarre set of names. ]

franciscoramon

[ The video starts off shaky, clearly taken using the front-facing camera on a phone being wielded by a deeply intoxicated Cisco Ramon. He is pink-cheeked and bright-eyed and giggling so much he has difficulty speaking. ]

Heyooo Quarantine! Sup! Guess what?! It's my birthday today! That means I'm twenty fuckin' five, which means I'm totally old, and wise, and stuff. So I thought it'd be fun if y'all sent me, like, questions! For advice! You know, like Dear Abby, only instead it's Dear Cisco. I've been around a whole quarter of a century now so you best believe I've got plenty of knowledge I can drop on ya like that!

[ He lifts the hand not holding the phone, clearly meaning to snap, but realizes belatedly he's still holding a glass. He turns away from the screen, muttering a quick Babe, babe hold this for me- before handing off the drink to someone outside the shot. Then he looks at the camera once more and snaps, not loudly enough to be heard and late enough that it is unintentionally very comical. ]

It's cool if you send them anonymous or not, anything goes. Lemme help you make some good-ass choices in your life! Or if you're not feeling the advice game you could just like do some shout outs and holler at your loved ones.

knightofcybertron

[When the video pops on, there is this unusual face. No, it isn't a mask. This is who - and what - he actually is. But he is also offering a smile, a gesture of no harm intended, yes? He's expecting a wide variety of reactions, but he has come to know that humans like smiles as well as he does.]

It is far past time that I made myself known and offered my greetings. My name is Wing, and I am what you might call a living machine. My kind are called Cybertronians. None who I have met here so far seem to know what that is, so I think I may be the first of my kind to set foot in this city. If I am mistaken, feel free to let me know.

[Please let him know?] In any case, I'll be assisting you in the Perimeter Guard on patrols and such, wherever help is needed, whatever help is needed. If you should require anything, please don't hesitate to ask. My weapons are my blades and I know them well, but I am not here purely for combat. I was once a go-to for guidance on other matters among my kind.

Thank you for hearing me, and for letting me live here in peace.

ikols

[ A shifty Loki? Must be a Tuesday. It's dark in the closet, which is only revealed as such when a green heckin lightsaber powers on with an electric FSSHHHAAA!! And, well. This is a toy. Sorry to disappoint any Force-users around, but it's part of a theme of nerdy junk that Loki has collected and stored awkwardly on the surrounding shelves amid wrapping paper. He whispers urgently, trying to wrap up a hat shaped suspiciously like Gandalf's. Nearby sits a packet of figurines; the Avengers seem to judge him even in doll-form. ]

It's Billy Kaplan's birthday, he told me this morning. I now have what I can only describe as a hoard of gifts, yet no cake. I don't want to buy one, that seems like it would be a little too impersonal, but I'm running out of time before he comes looking for me and I can't make one with him around. Can somebody rustle one up, ah, please, and bring it to the Sanctum Sanctorum ASAP-ity? With, I don't know, sparkles or some witchy theme about it?

[ Messily sellotaping up the Avengers, he pleads wide-eyed to his audience. Still hushed. ]

Anyone who helps out eats free at my club, Trixie, for the rest of time.

luckyescape

[Maybe Freya is bored and testing strange things at her new job with Prometheus... and who says a mechanical engineer can't have hobbies outside of her field and use work resources to test said hobbies.]

Interesting Fact:

Dry air is primarily made up of nitrogen (78.09%) and oxygen (20.95%). The remaining 1% is made up of argon (0.93%), carbon dioxide (0.039% ) and other trace gases (0.003%). Water vapor (water in its gaseous state) is also present in the atmosphere in varying amounts, by up to 2%.

This is my Earth as of 2010.

So here is my question; What is the air in quarantine made of?

[About ten minutes later another text goes out.]

Maybe someone, not me, should try and figure this out. On the plus side, I found out that exploding things at my new job is not grounds for being fired! I also started a new project that I have named Prometheus.

He will be a robot that helps clean up the streets with a cute friendly tune. You'll see prototypes on the streets in about a month. If you see him, please fill out one of the surveys that are on his back and insert them into his mouth. If you hurt him, I will find you.

He's going to be like Wall-e so if you hurt him I consider you a monster of epic douche-baggery.

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