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[Hey look, it's two thirty in the morning and guess who's not sleeping. You're right, it's definitely Alex.]

I don't suppose anyone managed to hoard some of that incense that helps you sleep? I swear, I haven't had a good night sleep like that in two years before I got here.

[A beat, because she didn't mean to admit it.]

It's also the first time I willingly used magic. Well, that and the candles at the party. Back home, magic isn't supposed to be real, and all of the instances of it have to do with demons and sacred geometry. I guess I guess my journalism major self always knew math was evil, but I never thought it would be so literal!

[There's some amusement in her voice at that, because she literally just came from so many math lectures. SO MANY.

But changing gears:]

But that's what magic is like in my world. What's it like yours? Also, I'm definitely serious about buying some of that incense if you have it.

Oh! And for those who don't know me, I'm Alex. Alex Reagan.

tevinteraltus

[The voice from the comm is probably familiar to at least some of the listeners, and while the message he conveys is, well, worrisome, his tone suggests he's completely in control.]

Good evening. I know I may be overstepping my bounds, but I was wondering if anyone else might have heard a disturbing rumor flying about the quarantine regarding some...beetles of unusual size that are, if the terrified gossipers are to be believed, heading straight for us?

I'll save my opinions on the continued existence of over-sized insects for the time-being and simply suggest we do something about it before we're all trampled into beetle dust. Any takers?

pietistic

I'm curious how many people believe in fate here.

If you do, do you believe fates can be changed?

If you don't, what do you believe in?

earlofphantoms

{ Vincent is in the theater and the ballet is in full costume, practicing one Act or another. They are lovely to see - full of bright colors, like proud, graceful birds. This might be an archaic art to some, but, as the camera turns, the Earl is beaming. }

Well worth an hour or two, I assure you. The full-length numbers are considerably longer, but amendments can be made and stories can be told over several nights. We're not going anywhere, after all.

{ He rises from his seat and paces towards the stage. Thankfully he stops before he ends up in the orchestra pit. That would be embarrassing. }

Tell me your favorite story, hm?

jolting

[it's not his real name, but it feels more true to himself than the other username he's been using on the network thus far. And this request is more true to himself, so it's fitting]

I'm a bit more acclimatized to this world now, but I'm still a bit unfamiliar with things. For example, are there any rules on how one can use abandoned buildings? Back in the world I was living in, I was using an abandoned garage and no one seemed to care. Thought I'd ask before I start looking for buildings that would suit my purposes.

smokedout

[This is another one of those posts where Dodger starts off playing music without explaining anything. The song he plays in particular is a slow tune, earnest and emotional. His voice is gruff from lack of use, or perhaps his perpetual hangover, but he's still a talented musician at the end of the day. The guitar he's playing has stickers on it that some may recognize as fan merchandise for Eichi Tenshouin, and a malinois with a black and purple collar is sleeping with its head on his knee during the song.

When the song ends, he sits there quietly for a while before reaching to light a cigarette. He snaps his fingers to light them, and uses that in place of a lighter. Another pause, before he finally speaks.]

I'm 26 today. And sure, I was gonna make this the unholy mess you were all hoping for, but fuck it, y'know? What's the point of acting like I'm better than anyone else if I don't even believe it...

I'm not planning any sorta celebration. Won't say no to presents. Guessing no one cares enough, though, right? Whatever. No one's looking at this.

[Welcome to the pity party, population: Dodger.]

mysophobic

What do you do...when you know there's no way to really change anything in your future? Knowing that something bad is going to happen to you and you might change into something you fear.

[ Of course even if it weren't for the alternate reality fiasco he'd changed into a monster before back home. He feels...so hopeless in not turning into a horrifying monster here that he's not sure what to do. Especially after what happened recently at the light festival. ]

Even if you prepare for it as best as you can... [ there's just no way a phrobiest can ever outrun turning into a monster, is there? Or...perhaps there is here. Which was the main point of all of this in the first place. ]

I'd like to ask if anyone has a power suppression collar, or something that can aid in power suppression. I'd be really grateful if you could message me about it.

[ He's sort of desperate and he's not sure if meditation will be enough. He wants to make sure...that if it happens again he can stop himself next time. ]

wildlinks

I was thinking about this recently and now I'm curious. Do you believe in tarot readings? You know, the prediction of future?

And if you heard that someone saw your future and it had a chance to end badly, would you believe them? Or would you try to change your future?

P.S. If someone knows a good fishing spot, please message me. I met a new orange friend and fish is the way to please him.

de_evilise

[ Today it is a slightly frazzled Marinette that greets the network - which is actually surprisingly rare since she doesn't often address the public on the network. Today is different though! She's seated on a couch with a pile of clothing neatly folded next to her or draped over the back. She also appears to be piecing something together in her lap as she speaks, a bright smile on her face. ]

Uh - hey, everyone! It's me, Marinette -hi..! Ah... I know that we recently got some new arrivals in town ..so.. hi... again ...

[ She makes a face at her own awkwardness. ]

And um, welcome! But that's not why I'm making this announcement - kind of thing. I'm actually doing some spring cleaning..in..not Spring.. and giving away some outfits that I made earlier last year that weren't sold and they're really kind of just taking up room at this point. So if anyone - not just new people mind you! - needs some spare clothing or anything I have a couple of different kinds of outfits -

Oh! No need to worry, they're at no charge! You'd actually be doing me a favor since I'm kind of running out of room here.. just let me know if you're interested, or you can swing by where I'm staying for now - I'm on Floor Ten in the Community Housing building!

bespredel

[ When the video clicks on, Yuri is sitting back, frowning a little, one eye shadowed by the long fall of his blond hair, lips pursed thin. Sighing softly, he glances down, off screen for a moment, expression softening. Probably looking at one of the cats, before his gaze clips back up. He's propped up against the couch in his and Otabek's apartment, the sweater hanging off him obviously not one of his own. But what was the point of being boyfriends if you couldn't steal their comfy sweaters? ]

So. Awhile back, the portal people showed up at my door. [ His lips purse tighter still, something conflicted in his expression, before he shifts his grasp on his phone, the camera shaking and jostling appropriately as he switches from one hand to the other. When it settles again, Yuri has slumped even deeper into the couch, and Potya's ear can be seen in the lower corner of the camera's view, Yuri's free hand absently, softly stroking between her ears. ]

They said I could go home, and maybe it'll piss some people here off- but I said no. [ He scowls then, tilting his head back a little, as if just daring anyone to say shit about his decision. It was his, after all. ] It's not all bad here, I don't always understand all of the bitching and moaning and whining you people do about it. Nobody has turned up so much as a speck of evidence in the year I've been here to say there was anything malicious about our arrival, no one purposefully worked to kidnap us. So I think it's time some of you pulled that wad of knotted panties out of your ass and took off your tinfoil hats. Sometimes an inter-dimensional accident is just that, and not the plot to invasion of the body snatchers or some shit like that.

[ He rolls his visible eye, blowing out a breath and huffing his bangs back, giving a brief glimpse of the other, before his hair falls back into place. ]

So anyway. I'm curious- if you were told you could go home tomorrow... would you do it? Or would you stay a little while longer? Do you think I made a mistake?

[ Yuri stops petting Potya, dropping his head on his hand and staring at the camera for a moment longer. He doesn't really give a shit whether or not people think he made a mistake; he's happy with his decision. He's just a little curious what other people out there think. ]

buildingcastles

[Well, this is certainly bringing things full circle. The irony doesn't escape him, but this time Christian is actually making an effort to do his job. As much as can be expected from him, of course.

Which means the network gets a nice view of a man at a small desk, looking more like an assistant than a professional in his oversized sweater and jeans completing the look with tousled hair. He's organizing books on the surface as he addresses the network, with titles including How to Find Yourself, Practical Counseling, and The Pocket Manual for Technical Magic stacked on top of each other. He has the phone sitting on one such stack, propped up behind the others.]

So. [Wait, false start.] You ever feel like this place is just a little bit weird?

I mean, how many cities have portals that lead to other worlds and collect people? And hire Magic Counselors? Hi, I'm Christian, Magic Counselor if you ever need one. I'm not sure how many people here do the magic thing. Do you?

soulsflight

(Claire is slightly out of breath and she is wearing an outfit that is a far cry from the one she arrived in. She leans against what looks like a stone pillar, stretching out the muscles in her back.)

I could use an opponent. I can spar all I like against myself, but that won't do me much good.

(Just keep in mind, even without magical powers, she can handle herself just fine. After dusting off her hands, she picks up the communicator and pans the picture, showing that she is right on the edge of the main civilization.)

Bring a weapon. I don't want to be the cause of some tragedy. (Though she will look out for whoever answers her call. This is just her version of "tough love".)

umbrastaff

[The camera turns on, and shows these babies -

- before moving to show Lup's face.

She has a bit of flour on her nose.]

I call them 'Lupcakes'. This is prime Flour Up Desserts advertising, obviously.

[She grins and settles the phone at a good angle.]

Frosting's got some spice in it, like those red candies. I'm offering some taste-testing free of charge if you tell me a good story.

...or for any tips on really good napping spots. We elves might not need to sleep like you poor chums, but chagirl's got priorities next month and like half of it is gonna be naps.

[She's so into getting a real body, okay? This vessel was great but undeath is shit for snoozing.]

starfortress

I've never seen so many animals in all my life. Where I'm from, there's no wildlife. None. This place is amazing. [ playing the part. be calm, paige. you'll find your way.] Although, I'm feeling wobbly as a mother Gorgybird.

[ it's the best thing she can think to say, that might attract the attention of anyone in the Resistance. it's not quite the most accurate signal but it's good enough for this situation.]

Does anyone know where I can see or find more?

ohhmrburnsides

[ The video shows a largeish well-lit room, the back wall made up entirely of mirrors, with three narrow poles set up in the middle of the room. It begins shakily, in medias res, a minute or so into Nicki Minaj's inimitable Anaconda. On the poles are none other than Taako, Lup, and Cisco, each performing some variation of pole dancing. It is clear that they have been practicing for a little while... but not all that long. They are clumsy, to varying degrees. Each of them is wearing some kind of festive and 80's outfit, extremely neon and extremely tacky. They don't seem particularly aware of being filmed, concentrating instead on their dances, singing along in some parts, and doing quite a great deal more hair flipping than is strictly necessary. There's an occasional glance of Magnus himself in the mirror, recording all of it on his phone. They are doing their best, but there are moments of clumsiness and laughter. At the end of the song, Lup does a dead drop that is taking the word 'dead' way more seriously than anyone ever intended. Her body drops to the floor with a loud THUD and her lich form raises out of it, concluding the whole video with a spectacular dab that sends Magnus into loud, booming fits of laughter as the camera jostles and the video cuts out.

There's some text attached: ]

oh my god lucretia PLEASE watch this

[ ... This clearly wasn't meant for the network. Whoops. ]

wingedman

video; open

[The video takes place in a living room, with all the furniture pushed up against the walls to leave a wide open space in the middle of the room. A circle about six feet wide is marked off with blue painters' tape, and a number of small mice in eclectic homemade clothing are clustered around different spots outside the circle and cheering, waving small banners, flags, and other miscellany in either red or blue. Although the cheers are indistinct, it's clear that it's actual language, rather than simple mouse squeaking.

In the center of the circle, two roombas hum and maneuver around each other. Each vacuum has four balloons in either red or blue, and knives are duct-taped to the front of them. In addition, there's a small team of mice clad in their respective colors on each roomba. Somehow, they're steering them, although it's not completely evident how.

As the video goes on, the roombas pop their balloons - red starts out with a clear advantage, taking out two balloons in quick succession, but blue manages to stave them off for a time, long enough to catch up. Blue pulls ahead, followed by a tie, but ultimately, red succeeds in eliminating their competition's balloons first. Somehow, all of this is done without injury to the mice, although there are a few close calls, and occasionally competition will pause to switch new riders in.

At the end, the gleeful red fans swarm in and present their winning team with an assortment of cookies, cheese, and crackers, a few young mice mopping sweat from spiked fur with small towels.]

text; closed to Sam's CR among the Marvel casts

Anyone want a splinter colony of mice? Seriously, I've got, like, fifty of them, and I need to get rid of a few. They'll be happy to find new homes, I promise. They're well-behaved, you just have to remind them of the rules sometimes, and you can always bribe them with food. They just want to have people to hang around and worship, so, uh, you'll find them singing songs about you and having weird rituals and festivals about minor things in your life, but they're cute little bastards.

Also, if anyone's looking for a place to live, let me know. Or if you want to help me cook brunch on Sundays, because man, I can't cook food for everyone who shows up by myself.

[ooc: In case anyone's curious, this happens to be a colony of Aeslin mice from Seanan McGuire's Incryptid books.]

stantheman

At home, sometimes I thought that I'd really like to get a break from my family. The town I'm from isn't so great and well a lot of bad things were happening. I got mad at my dad a lot because it felt like I couldn't depend on him or any adult to care or help with the things that were happening. We ended up not needing the adults but it sucked.

I guess, it wasn't perfect at home but now that I'm here and my family isn't I really miss them. I wouldn't think I could miss them this bad. I miss going to the Synagogue and my dad making me study Hebrew. I always thought it was really annoying and boring.

Do you miss anything that you don't have here that you didn't think you could ever miss?

Is there anything that helps?

buildsomething

[The video opens on a very nice view of a warehouse ceiling, at least until there's a muffled curse offscreen and it tilts to reveal one Tony Stark. He's practically vibrating with the kind of manic energy that means he's been working for possibly too long, all hair standing on end and a few dark smudges on his face, but he looks pleased at least. Just behind him is a glowing blue hologram picking out the lines of something circular, spinning lazily like it was hurriedly abandoned.]

So hey, you all know those power plants out there in yonder abandoned wasteland? Sure you do. I know there's one working, but I've got some ideas for how to give the other ones a good kick. Thing is, I could use an extra hand.

[The metal arm that's been slowly rolling along behind him suddenly straightens and twists in Tony's direction, claw at the front contracting. Without looking back, Tony just snorts.] Not you. [The arm droops, somehow giving the impression of looking disappointed, but continues his trek to wherever he thinks he's going.]

Anyway, yes. Manpower needed. Preferably the kind that knows it's way around a welding iron, but I'll take what I can get. Oh, and a metric shitload of palladium. So if anybody's got a spare catalytic converter or twenty, let me know.

[He reaches for the phone, then pauses, something slightly sardonic flicking across his mouth.]

Or if one of you magic types wants to straw-into-gold me up some, I'll take that too.

Thanks in advance.

[Looking much more satisfied, he reaches the rest of the way to cut the feed.]

dragonring

I feel like my first words to the multiverse should be something big and important but I've been staring at the screen for a while now so I'm just gonna stick to the basics.

Hi. I'm Dave.

I got here a few days ago. I was assigned to what I'm gonna call the nerd unit in the Perimeter Guard, which means I should be developing stuff to make the rest of the Guard's life easier. I've been reading a lot and kept an eye on the network but-- you know, at the end of the day, it's easier to go to the sources and just ask people what they need based on their experience, so...

Yeah. What do you need? What kind of problems have you encountered on the other side of the wall? What weak spots should we be working on to improve? Do people go out there a lot? I mean more like, REALLY deep in the jungle. (Or forest, or valley, or whatever it is. Probably defies definition.)

Because not gonna lie, guys, I though I would see a bunch of drones on the wall. How come we don't have an army of drones already?

[Maybe if you explain the term first, Dave...]

haruna_of_fog

Haruna still needs more information before she made her presence more known. And what better solution than to use the human data network. While it was incredibly primitive compared to the Joint Tactical Network it would have to do. It was time to compose a message. No need to open the phone or even pull it out of her coat, with how well she hacked and modified the phone Haruna didn't need to interact physically with the device.

No number to respond to. No Name. No Timestamp.
Just an emblem. A dot surrounded inverted flared triangle with smaller triangles coming off it lower point with a solitary one a top the crossbar

With so many people from different worlds I am curious if there any from worlds where humanity is barred from the seas by an external force. If so, could you detail the nature of the force?

An odd question. It was rather specific, but so much as to tip Haruna’s hand.

OOC: For a reference for the emblem look for the icon attached to this post

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