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[ BEHOLD... a teen witch sitting on his bed. He seems way too energetic, considering he's indoors and doing nothing. (lbr he's nursing a magic-high right now, and it's got him feeling both restless and aimless at the same time.) ]

Hey, show of hands, who here's got too much free time right now? [ HE'LL START. Look at that hand go up. ] Come on, at least one of you watching raised your hand, too. So let's do something about it. Get drunk in public, find a corner to loiter on, a shop to vandalize, you know, normal kids' stuff.

[ He grins. ]

Kidding! [ With a shrug and a careless wave of his hand. ] I'd get up to way worse than that if I wanted to be a public menace. [ Still kidding? EH. ]

Anyway, I can't be the only one here with nothing better to do, so who wants to play a game of Would You Rather? Look, I can even start:

[ He claps his hands together and makes a show of thinking. ]

Would you rather... Have superpowers, but die young. Or be perfectly average, and live a long, painfully uneventful life?

yeeeeeeah

[ Featured! An audio player coming to you straight from Riverview Radio for PUTCHA HANDZUP!'s monthly podcast special. You can tune in every weekday starting now for all the latest from Present Mic, though! Here's a transcription for your convenience, folks!

The starting song is the ever classic 24K Magic by the Bruno Mars which fades in and out after these words from our sponsors. Over the last of the fading notes comes the very loud and very gravelly: ]

EVERYBODY SAY HAAAAAAAAY!

Are you ready to get started, huh, Riverview!? Present Mic here coming to you straight outta Tokyo!! Or... A version of Tokyo, anyway. I'm new here and I know I am not the only one! With that in mind, and with us having no submissions as a brand new show, we're going to spend a lot of time focusing on our theme of new connections! READY?!?!

[ Song number two starts up and finishes, with Present Mic talking over the last little bit. ]

Anyone else heard of that one that isn't from my world?! I can't help but wonder how many little ways our worlds overlap. We all know what spoons are, right? Anyone from a modern sort of era is going to have a TV, a mobile... Ah what else... Well, we definitely have a lot of things that overlap is the point! These little moments of familiarity are where we can start to connect with each other. Even as I've found a fair few people from home, [ He pauses to clear his throat and give a very enthusiastic PLUS ULTRA!!! and gives a cheeky little chuckle afterward ] It's still necessary for survival for us to make new connections right?! RIGHT?! I want to hear aaaaall your stories of unexpected connections.

I just recently met my first alien! How insane is that!? I'm sure to most of you - pft - that's old news!! How could he have never met an alien before?! Ah, our world had to take a few sacrifices in the name of science when quirks-- Ah, sorry! Superpowers were discovered among the population! So, Riverview gave me my first alien. I thought he had a quirk just like the rest of us, that Riverview was no different than home! Pretty straight faced kind of guy, but y'know that type I've always been easy to get along with. We're going to take our break now, don't go away, the conversation is just. getting. warmed up!!!

( CLICK FOR MORE! )

eusebeia

[ the last time she graced the network with her presence, diana of themyscira explored the wonder of food emojis. now, however, she decides to take a more traditional approach — face-to-face, well, as much as she can over these devices. while she still prefers to meet in person, this will suffice for now. what can she say, she's old fashioned like that. ]

Thanksgiving.

[ she speaks the word softly, almost contemplative, though diana offers a bright smile into the camera. ]

Back home, we had many reasons to be thankful, and we did not limit the occasion to one day. Still, family and friends. [ her smile widens. ] That is something to celebrate.

What other — [ a careful pause, her nose wrinkling a bit. ] "holidays" are there?

wiccecraft

[ Caleb is outside! On a bench, in the afternoon light, holding his phone selfie-style to take this video, which means it's a little off center but there you have it. ]

Hey everyone.

Happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate.

I was wondering if people would be willing to talk to me about magic. If it even exists where you come from - if it doesn't or it's just a myth that's cool too, we can still chat - how it works, stuff like that. I got here at the beginning of the month and I've started working at Gramarye Magic Reseach so I guess you could say I'm curious? Magic seems to have different rules in different places for different people.

[ Okay, that was a lot to get out all at once. Caleb takes a breath and smiles. (It's not a bad smile.) ]

Even if you don't know the rules or you just want to lament about a lack of fried turkey or something, we could talk about that too!

[ He gives a little wave to the camera and shuts it off, but there's an addendum in text added to the video post in about 3 minutes: ]

PS - if Chase Collins gets himself arrested or on someone's shit list, can somebody let me know? Thanks.

deathkid

[ sitting in his room in marco's mansion with a record player belting out blitzkrieg bop. not so loud that he can't be heard, but it's clearly cranked up a little. nico, meanwhile, is sharpening his sword and looking a little put out. after having his memories shared with multiple people, he's not feeling too sociable. but he can hear jason grace in his head telling him he needs to get out of the house and talk to people. ]

Eight months. I've been here eight months and there's still no way to get back to camp. Back... home.

[ the fact he calls camp home now truly reveals just how much he misses his friends and family. ]

This place isn't too bad, but being the only demigod around here kind of sucks. I don't know how many people around here get homesick, but I would certainly accept even some of the gods, Greek gods showing up. No offense to you Norse types.

[ he picks up his sword and sets his thumb against the edge, cheering up a little as it nicks the skin, causing blood to well to the surface. sucking on his thumb, he sets the sword aside. ]

Whatever. Anyone want to go outside quarantine and kill some stuff?

ragnarsson

[The video starts off with some cheesy infomercial music, the kind usually found on a device that will cut your hair better or replace all your kitchen devices with one. The narrator, one Jamie Dodger, accompanies a series of drawings.]

Has this ever happened to you?

[A piece of paper is held in front of the camera, showing a crude drawing of someone being violently stabbed to death. Or maybe it's a plate of spaghetti; regardless of which of them drew it, the truth is that their art skills are crap.]

Well, with the help of this eight-step training process, it won't have to. [Dodger's voice lacks every ounce of enthusiasm these infomercials are known for, which is probably why his own video back in the day had been text-only.] Just follow your instructor's guidance and one day you could look like this.

[And again, this drawing is either... someone standing over a pile of corpses, or maybe just a sack of potatoes and some of them have faces? Who knows.]

Time to meet your instructor - Phil Swift himself.

[The video pans over to Ivar, who has the usual somewhat grumpy expression on his face. It’s clear he doesn’t really get this whole idea, but he’s been talked into it. He’ll humor everyone...for now.]

Say something.

Like what?

Sell the product. [Dodger turns the music off with a frustrated huff.] We're not shooting another take.

Fine. [Ivar gives the camera only the most dramatic of all eyerolls.] You all are idiots. I don't care if you have powers, powers don't stop a knife stabbed in your throat. I will teach you to stab people before they stab you. [He looks off to the side of the camera.] Was that good?

...Sure.

[There's an awkward pause here as the boys stare each other down with silent and mutual distaste, before Dodger switches the music back on and resumes his narration.]]

With our teachings you'll be able to stab unaware enemies - [Ivar slices his axe across a dummy's back that they had set up] - slice moving targets - [Dodger throws a pillow from off-screen, and Ivar catches it with his axe and slams it down into the floor] - and even counter fireballs, all from the comfort of your broken leg throne.

[There's another long moment of silence, as Ivar slowly looks up with a cold fire in his eyes.]

And now, ladies and gentleman, for the finale, you get to see a live demonstration. [He yanks his axe back out and there’s a psychotic grin on his face.] Start running, Dodger.

[The video concludes with the device that music is coming from knocking over and warping the sound of the tune with an eerie lilt, and cuts out with a flash of sparks and a loud pop as Dodger dodges an incoming throwing axe.]

[OOC: Know that there will be a lot of threadjacking going on in this post. Dodger and he are horrible human beings.]

shoplifter

[Some of you might get worried calls from Linda, Laura's tormented case worker.

The general questioning is: "HAVE YOU SEEN LAURA I HAVEN'T FOUND HER IN HOURS I'VE LOOKED EVERYWHERE."

But then, a Laura entry pops up sometime later in the day:

Her, looking curious, with the telltale signs of vegetation outside of city limits behind her.

She points the camera at the setting of the abandoned amusement park, some disappointment soon to be prevalent in her tone; she'd sneaked out and headed off to the Abandoned City or whatever people call it, mostly to get away from society and sort of marinate in her own thoughts. It's one of those months. Or many of those months. As much as she's tried adapting and appreciates her freedom, sometimes you just need to step away from it all and have your own time.

... In places Linda tells you not to ever sneak off to, of course.

Sue her, she never listens to her authority figures. She's not scared of monsters, anyway; she's already killed two getting here. It's why she's got some tar-colored blood on her sleeves and knuckles.]

We should repair this. I don't know what it is, but it looks like -- a fun place. Some of these have... strange wheels... and cars on railroads. ¿Para qué sirve? Do people who move trains practice here?

[She wanders around, her footfalls echoing in the isolated place. There's a rotted up old booth where you 'shoot' guns for prizes, but the signs are pretty overgrown with vines. She picks up a fake rifle and aims it at the blank target board beyond her, smacking on some bubblegum thoughtfully.]

Is it a place for soldiers to practice, too? It is very colorful for a soldier, but we had some color, too. They liked to put cartoons on the walls. Maybe there are cartoons on walls here, too... Maybe there are lights that make it bright. Like Vegas.

[..... Aha.

She points the camera up, up, up, toward the highest point of the ferris wheel.]

I think you see everything if you climb to the top.

[... I'mma climb to the top.]

[Feel free to have any ACTION threads as well; she's just wandering around, really, enjoying the quiet.]

earlofphantoms

{Vincent is thumbing through certain records, humming to himself.}

The ballet. {He announces - as if that explains anything - before shuffling some papers to the side} I would like to gauge the interest in it. If you are intending on attending a show or if the idea of moving art excites you, we have much to discuss.

{He smiles secretly - a little charm never hurt anyone - and sets down the files.}

Dance paired with music can evoke many emotions. I know these...movies...exist, but they cannot possibly match the experience of seeing a show for yourself.

Don Quixote, Giselle, La Bayadère all relay magnificent tales that should not be missed.

Which reminds me...

Would you {the universal you} consider skating as a form of dancing?

krasnaya_vdova

[Ava doesn't smile at the camera. For those that don't know her, she's a young woman with bright red hair and slightly unnatural blue eyes. She's wearing a grey shirt and seems to be sitting in a window seat as she looks at the camera, a pencil tapping idly against a pad of paper leaning against her knees.]

As some of you may or may not know, there are formerly dead reactors and power relays in the Abandoned City that are no longer dead, and there is also now a functional SkyTram line that runs from the city gates out to the waterfall.

So, I'll keep this short and sweet: I'm looking for some people that can help further this. We need to connect the reactors to existing facilities, and expand the SkyTram lines so there is easy transportation. Engineering, construction, experience with electricity and energy grids. I'm looking for anyone who's good. I don't care what your training is, just convince me I need you.

I could also use some people willing to work guard duty or man patrols while these projects are in process. The Perimeter Guard are great, but some volunteers would help ensure we're not taxing them as the project expands.

If you need encouragement, one of the facilities I'd like to see made accessible is a natural hot spring.

fatedcontract

[The blue-haired teen on the screen has one headphone settled on an ear, one free, and it fiddling with a music player hanging from his neck. He's also still wearing his uniform from Gekkoukan. After a moment, he let's it drop and focuses on his new phone.

This is weird, he's used to having a flip phone.]

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Makoto Yuuki, I'm a student- was a student, at Gekkoukan High. I'm starting at the university here soon, once I'm a little better settled. I was leading a group called S.E.E.S.

[He's not good at this. Even Ms. Toriumi didn't force him to introduce himself in school.]

I know how to fight, if anyone needs someone to help with that? I'm mostly used to swords though, any kind. I was involved in kendo at my last school. Fashion club too, music club, student council. [What is free time?]

So, uh, if you need help with anything.

volitaunt

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technospeak

[As the video feed turns on, Rodney is rearranging his hair a little, brushing it into place with his fingers, and then he squares his shoulders, takes a breath, and looks into the camera. Rodney is an average-looking guy in his late-30s and wearing a jacket with a Canadian flag patch on the shoulder, and he's sitting in front of some kind of holographic display with bright neon lights, schematics of some sort.]

Hi. [A beat, and then.] Hello, residents of Riverview Quarantine. My name is Dr. Rodney McKay.

[Another pause, and he takes a deep breath looking directly into the camera.]

As you may or may not be aware, a power relay station deep in the jungle was recently reactivated on minimal power thanks to some massive electric shocks. After seeing how I responded in that situation, I was, well...

[He ducks his head in a show of humility or shyness before looking back at the camera.]

Well. I was honoured with a request from the city representatives to be the new Chief Science Officer of the Wall Research & Development unit. Which means I'm in charge, in a way.

[There is zero trace of shyness now, he just looks smug.]

Which is, frankly, an excellent decision, because this place is a total mess. Who was in here before? Seriously, it looks like a tornado went through here, how could anyone find anything? What use are fancy holographic displays if they're just... [He waves a hand.] Anyway.

What is the purpose of this post, you might ask? Well. The team they've given me here were mostly completely useless and I'd like to reach out. See if anyone with more than two brain cells to rub together might be willing to join my team so we can forge ahead with getting this place in order.

I'm particularly looking for Engineers of pretty much any variety and anyone with high-level computer skills, knowledge of Astrophysics is a major plus. Really, anyone with a degree in science and an ability to think outside the box. Full-time or contract...you know. Whatever floats your boat.

[Lifting his chin, he exhales heavily, and claps his hands together once before rubbing them together.]

I look forward to your replies.

almightiness

VOICE. USERNAME: T.YAGI

Oh -- here we go --

[Some mild shuffling, sorry! Getting used to how everything runs here. He clears his throat]

Hello, nice to meet everyone here; my name is Toshinori Yagi, but most just refer to me as Yagi. I'm not that used to being unfamiliar of the community I'm in, so -- if you'd be willing, I'd love to know what sort of establishments or sights you have to visit around Riverview. Something to keep me occupied, and all; I just can't help but stay in motion and familiarize myself with everything.

I guess I can consider this a vacation from my usual... busybody work. For now.

ACTION. | HOSPITAL

[Firstly, he needs to get his medical junk in order. He's not fond of how reliant he is on doctor trips he's been the last five years of his life, but things change -- self-care, albeit shoddy, is a good priority to have. He supposes he'll lie about how he got his old injury, or... maybe he can find a doctor he trusts with the truth. Recovery Girl had been such a relief to have around, and he misses her already. That said -- office visit is a-go, and waiting rooms are not uncommon to him anymore.

Reason for visit? Blood tests to monitor his levels of -- well, everything.

When he leaves, he pit stops to the pharmacy for the usual -- injections, chewable vitamins, iron supplements. By the time he's heaving out, he's got a hefty paper back with the cute little Rx in rolling letters on the front.]

ACTION. | PARK

[... Toshinori jogs. He's got a little track suit -- er, a long track suit for a long fellow -- and he's just casually jogging. He doesn't last particularly long, and he finds himself sitting to rest nearby, where all the boys and girls are currently clustered to play on the equipment. It's pretty nice here, all things considered; he'll rest up, keep a watchful eye out for any danger. Some of these kids are out on their own, after all! They could use the neighborhood watch.

It always pays to be observant.

One of the young boys rush over to him, eyes wide and curious. He's got a sort of apprehensive aura about him, a ball under his arm and a preparedness to bolt if things go sour. Plucking his fingers from his mouth (you're way too old for that, my boy), he says firmly:

"You look like a ghooooul!"

Toshinori nearly falls off the bench, sputtering blood.

A GHOUL!?

]

doxxing

Hi everyone. As promised, I'm coming at you with an update on where everyone stands in Sombra's Achievement Game.

Here we are so far:

Amazing, we have Taako in the lead, and the two brothers tied for second. I wonder if any of you are going to be able to catch up at this rate.

If you have goodies for me, or you snapped a photo of yourself dressing up for Halloween, or any other updates to provide, you can provide them here or to my inbox personally.

If you aren't sure what this game is, you can check out my rules and explanation here.

livingsymbol

How do you go about picking gifts?

[ He's just going to dive right in. No real introduction, but Steve figures that most people won't care too much about who is asking this or why. ]

I'm sure a lot of you are better at this than I am, so I guess I need some advice. How do you find a good gift for someone that already has far more than you've seen for half your lifetime? Not that I'm aiming to impress anyone, but it'd be nice to pull it off.

[ He grins a little. Okay, so maybe he's trying. Just a little. But Steve is rarely the one that surprises anyone else. He just wants a chance at doing something cool for a change. Of course, he's realistic and knows this is unlikely, but he can try. ]

I'm in a little over my head on this one. Everyone else always has the flashy stuff covered.

enblightened

[There's a pause, then a sigh before Varus speaks, having a distinct reverb to his voice.]

I will be brief.

My name is Varus. I have become part of the perimeter guard, but I also offer my services if you require any means of protection. I do not tire, and my arrows are true.

The more targets I have, the better.

Contact me if you require it.

shoplifter

[There is a mildly anxious child on the feed, sitting on the edge of the community building roof as she munches down on some potato chips; this child's diet is 1000% on point. But more importantly, she flashes the video feed several stories below toward some of the trees. The little accent is full of confusion:]

They are dying. What are they sick with?

Shouldn't someone do something to save them? ¿Dónde está el jardinero?

[Seriously, nobody seems concerned about the leaves all falling off. Or them turning odd colors.]

super_sane

Good morning Riverview! Today's going to be a good day. That aside: what's your favorite song from back home? Better yet, does anyone know where I might find music here, in the city?

bringbackgold

[ Otabek wants to post the video relatively early. There’s a calm when the video comes on. Otabek’s hair is is still fuzzy from having just woken up, having not been styled yet. There’s a sense of ease about him, too. While he’s normally pretty calm, it’s just different from what one normally sees from him. Also, it appears his laptop is set up in a different spot than normal. It’s on a kitchen table, and behind him is a counter, on it - a container with remnants of cake.

He’s wearing a tank top, but it’s not hiding the markings on his neck and shoulders. He finally speaks, but not without a small meow in the background from the little black cat who seems fond of making appearances. ]

Thank you for coming to the party last night. I was glad to see everyone. Also, as of yesterday --

[ A pause. ]

I’m nineteen. I don’t really celebrate birthdays. It was a good birthday, though. I’m curious...

[ Leans forward, is quiet. ]

What birthday traditions do you have?

[ He sits back. Clearly, his tone is about to change. Otabek never leaves it at one thing. ]

Also... As you may or may not know, I am in charge of entertainment at a few clubs here. So - this is also a job posting. Singers, DJs, musicians, and otherwise musical acts are all welcome to apply, either for one night or something more long term. It is a paid job, of course. You can either reply here, come visit me at the club, or send me a message privately.

[ He’s said a lot more than he typically does in any given moment. Then, something seems to grab his attention, and he turns back towards the bedroom, then back to the camera. He turns it off. ]

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