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(Warning for torture and abuse of a child, pretty much, as well as self-harm and vague mentions of violent footage. If you'd rather just visit Laura without viewing it, feel free to! Open action and voice options are under the memory option. Also, feel free to see the footage any time throughout the event, if you prefer to have your character see it later. It'll play at random, probs.)

( OPTIONAL MEMORY SECTION (HEED THEM WARNINGS) )

[Action.]

[Laura is of course unaware of this footage -- no, she doesn't watch or know about it, but instead of being on the network, she follows through with her usual day to day life. She packs some comic books she found in the school library along with her slightly rumpled homework. Linda helps brush her hair and hands off a pastry before she starts off with her tattered green backpack, a little horse key-chain hanging off it, the horse plush gifted to her recently poking out of an unzipped section like it's hiding out and catching a ride with her. She has her favorite galaxy-themed cap on, too, and smiley-face pancakes on her mind from a local diner. Smiley-face pancakes and a milkshake, of course. Maybe she'll go there again, now that Peter Quill the Star Lord has properly introduced her. She does actually go to school today, and can be found milling about there, finishing the day properly.

Then she walks the town, mainly to visit the toy store -- Ciel's toystore. She has money from her caseworker today.

Near the end of the day, Laura can also be found near the shops wandering (not stealing! aren't you proud?), or at the community housing, on the rooftop, her legs crossed as she lays on her belly and reads the daring comic adventures of THE FLICK AND WILD RANGER, two very generic but no less enthusiastic heroes. The Flick flicks things with his mind. And the ranger is wild and has a lasso. You understand. If there are wrappers all over the roof, well. Whatever. It's a fun hang-out spot for asocial children. Her eyes pour over every panel with eagerness, brightened in privacy by the victories on the paper.]

[Voice.]

What is your favorite hero?

... Someone said that Halloween is for 'costumes'. Do they mean hero costumes? Like a... hero costume day.

[She's a little inspired today. She just doesn't know how to go about what she considers "dress like a superhero day". Clearly that's what Halloween is, right?]

ragnarsson

[When the video starts, the memory is in the dead of night. The darkness is the kind that you can't get anymore with electric lights all over the place. This is true dark, the kind when only the moonshine can help anyone to see. There's a group of men and women sleeping soundly on the ground. ( CW: Canon style violence in links and under cut )

bunnyblock

[For the first time since he's gotten here, months ago--He's actually posting a video instead of leaving cryptic or weird texts he expects people to understand without any real explanations.

At first, however, the videofeed is quiet, except for the faint whirring of machines. With a press to one of the holographic keyboards near him, the image of a tall man flickers to life.

He looks every bit like the real version of a man who used to be here--if anyone had the privilege of meeting him. Ozymandias, King of Kings--an apparent pharaoh who had been called here 'against his will.'

Another press of a button, and the man speaks, though most notable is a peal of heartfelt laughter.

A strange look flickers across Noiz' usually emotionless face, and he shakes his head.]

If someone who was dead before they got here leave...

I wonder where they go.

[In Noiz' weird way, one might be able to recognise the feeling of loss he's having trouble trying to process.]

angelic_archer

[Normally, Alec wouldn't broadcast video to whoever had their phone on, but he needs to ask as many people as possible about the friend he picked up while patrolling the night before. It takes him a few seconds for the camera to focus properly. When it does, Alec can be seen holding a very large tabby patterned ball of fluff.]

Did anyone lose a cat? I found him last night curled up in an alley. He looked like he'd been outside for a few days and is eating like he hasn't been fed regularly.

[He can't quite hide the disapproval in his tone. If someone did this to the poor cat intentionally, Alec is not going to be pleased.]

If he's yours, I'll return him. If not, my family would like to keep him.

alchemyfreak

The way things work here, people are supposed to leave by choice. Has anyone been contacted by a friend, before they left? I’ve heard some theories that when we leave we don’t get a chance to say goodbye, once the portal points the right way either you go or you miss it.

A few of us have talked about leaving a message in advance, so if the opportunity comes and we have to take it without warning people here have something left behind. Some people used to do that where I was before… has anyone here done anything like that? It seems worth it.

Even if we don’t want to leave, I’m not entirely convinced everyone that’s gone left here by choice.

[A pause. There’s no emotion when he speaks, if anything there’s a distinct lack of emotion, expression carefully neutral with the last part.]

Yuffie’s gone. For anyone that knew her and isn’t aware yet.

eusebeia

[ weeks have passed since diana of themyscira's arrival. while her search for ares has taken a temporary detour, there is still a great deal to explore in this new realm. which is why she has decided to grace the network with her presence. diana, meet riverview. riverview, meet diana. ]

This is an incredible world. With wonders I have never witnessed before.

Like ice cream 🍦
And other types of amazing food 🍕 🍔 🍟 🍩 🍪 🍫 🍰

Which is your favorite?

whosthemonsternow

Anyone else died before coming here? Or died and woke up here?

Did you wake up feeling everything from you wounds when you got here?
Do you still get phantom pains?
Any memory issues?
Nightmares?
Hallucinations?

realimperfect

[ The video feed opens to a mostly dark room, a diffused light somewhere in the room providing enough light with which to see Re-L. It’s nearly 3 AM at the time of recording, and yet there she is, lounged on some piece of furniture in her apartment, a small throw rug over her feet, the soft patter of rain in the background.

She leans forward to settle the communicator on a table, pushing a stray piece of bang too short to make her ponytail behind her ear as she straightens again. Many things, of late, have had her thinking. Perhaps a little too much, but it wouldn’t be a day in Re-L’s world without a little over thinking and, perhaps, idle musing. Piling thoughts related to how, maybe, things could have been different in her home world had things aligned different, how exactly she may have landed herself here.. etcetera.

An abandoned book sits beside her, which seems to indicate she’s been up too late reading, thinking a little too much in the rain as a precipitant to this : ]

Does anyone else here ever wonder about how, maybe, things could have turned out differently if only you’d… done things differently? Behaved differently or been.. made a different person?

Perhaps listened to directives instead of blatantly disobeying and following your instincts.. asking fewer questions.. ?

[ Blue eyes narrow slightly as lightning streaks above her, a roll of thunder loud enough to hear over the communicator seeming to distract her for a moment. ]

That’s the problem with questions and finding their answers - - A lie is the truth until you recognize it as a lie, and by then, you can’t take back the question.

That’s the problem with my questions, really, I still haven’t quite figured out how to start taking them back -

[ Re-L stops before completing that thought, a small ‘mrrp!’ sounding as a little kitten with black and brown spots climbs his way up the couch to her, which.. seems to shock her for all of a second before she’s reaching to gently detach him from the sofa material with a tut, the other hand reaching to shut the device off since who knows how long this will take - ]

Atlas, can you not climb every damn thing in this apartment?

deathkid

[ the feed opens with skeletal fingers holding the camera. then, it pulls back to reveal nico, sitting on a throne of bones with a silver crown atop his head. for a few seconds he merely smirks at the feed, twisting the silver skull ring on his forefinger. it's dark around him, candles on the ground nearby providing a little bit of illumination. where he's at is hard to tell, but it's obviously nowhere close to the communal housing. ]

You know, I love October. [ someone's more chipper than he was in his last post. ] It's my favorite time of year. When the boundaries between life and death are at their weakest. This is the time when we can learn the most about the past, learn the most from those that came before us.

Also, get a ton of free candy.

Naturally, this is my kind of month. And if anyone is interested, I can provide some free and real decorations. The kind you won't get in a store.

[ as if to demonstrate, the feed jostles as his skeletal cameraman tosses his head at nico. the son of hades catches it and twirls it on one finger like a basketball. ]

After all, this is my time.

megabond

[As the camera starts recording, you may see that it is placed on a table with a watch that has a rainbow-colored stone with a strange S-shaped symbol. And as you tell from the voices, you can hear not only the Pokemon Professor's voice but also a voice you never hear before.]

Is that all you want to share us, Professor?

Y-Yes. To be honest, that's all I can remember after the attack. The rest of my memories from that time are blank.

Then this will do then.

And before I can forget, the doctor just told me that you were just exhausted from the attack and you only took a few bruises and no serious injuries. He also said that you should be able to discharge by tomorrow.

I see. I'm glad I can hear that.

Well, I wouldn't celebrate just yet. Besides, you are still the suspect of that attack. So I suggest you have to go to the Perimeter Guards after your discharge tomorrow.

I understand. Thank you.

[After that conversation, you can hear footsteps of someone and a door opening and closing before Sycamore picks up the camera and faces it towards him. Right now, he is somehow wearing a hospital garb as well some bandages on his head.]

I'm sorry that I leave this on. I still need to finish my conversation back there.

So I should start off by apologizing for my actions from my last post. I wasn't feeling myself back there and I am guilty of what I said or what I did to you.

But to tell you the truth, I didn't do it on my own volition.

[He then shows a serious look as he continues to stare at the camera as he speaks.]

Believe it or not, three Pokemon called Malamar have appeared in the Quarantine and from what I can tell, they are responsible for the two attacks in Riverview University and the market area. And I don't know the details, but I know they somehow used me for their mysterious plans.

Usually, I can think of them as misunderstood Pokemon. But I feel that if I let them go wild with the stolen technology and weapons they stole from research facilities, then there will be repercussions.

So I'm calling out to anyone who will help me out find these Pokemon and put a stop to their plans. I'm still labeled as a suspect, but if they accept my testimony, I may able to organize a plan to locate and stop the Malamar.

In any case, I hope you can join me and defeat these Malamar before it's too late.

[With that, he turned off the camera.]

(OOC: This is just an IC announcement on his plans to raid the Malamar's hideout. Sign-ups for the raid will be in this thread.

Also, sign-ups will end on October 3! But I will extend the date if there are unfortunate circumstances.)

ikols

[ The recording shows Loki in a tall-backed chair, a faint green glow off-screen drawing his gaze now and then in the shadowy surroundings. Chinning a hand, he appears uncharacteristically sober, the way only a handful of people have witnessed, and his lips have lost their usual mischievous quirk.

Sighing as though this is a chore, he begins. His voice remains carefully level. ]

Tony Stark of Earth-616 has returned through the portal. I had his movements tracked via rune-magic in case he fell into a different dimension or was kidnapped into Hel-knows-where, that sort of thing tends to happen back home more often than not. But it seems, from what I can confirm from tracing his last steps, that they led him ... away from us.

[ His gaze falls to the mysterious glow, watching it from under hooded lashes instead of paying viewers any mind. ]

If anyone wants to claim his workshop in the perimeter guard headquarters, it's full of his last projects. Unfinished. I suggest our other-verse Starks take precedence over commandeering his mess to make use of it or throw it away.

[ Turning the phone around, the illumination reveals itself to be a ghostly green Tony going about his work on the other side of the desk, a conjured echo as the reality-bending god looks on with everyone else. Why Loki summoned it is unexplained, but he raises two fingers to brush aside the phantom with a gesture and it dissolves in an unearthly silent breeze. The workshop's lights remain off; Loki doesn't need them to see and he would rather hide his face. ]

I doubt he would mind, either way.

somakemelaugh

[He has long figured out how to make network posts private to who he wants, thankfully. Otherwise, this might be a little interesting to have to explain to his roommate later on tonight. That aside, he appears with his usual smile in place, hair hiding everything else, giving nothing away, though for all of his manner he may as well be talking about the weather.]

Doctor Crusher. I hope you're doing well. I was wondering if you might have a moment to speak with me. There are a few things I've had a mind to research, but I find myself needing assistance with them, if you don't mind.

thisisamazing

[The camera clicks on at an awkward angle at first, but soon the young man in a tunic and leather armor manages to right his device and set it on a table. He takes a few steps back to address it with a sheepish smile.] So, uh. Hello, everyone. Wow, this place is something else. A box that allows for instant communication... It's faster than terror-mail! I could really use some of these back home. Uh, anyway.

I've heard a lot about the Perimeter Guard, namely that you guys, uh. Kill monsters. [There's a slight, involuntary cringe at that, as if his soft heart can't quite take the thought. It's startled off him and back into a smile, though, when a large black creature stalks into the room, wide green eyes fixed curiously on him, and then the device.] This is just a little, you know, public service announcement. [Suddenly, the screen blacks out - or, more accurately, becomes filled with the shiny black scales of a Night Fury as Toothless leans in to sniff at the camera.]

C'mon, bud, I think you're- Toothless, don't-! [Toothless makes a sound almost like barks of rumbly laughter, and- then a pink tongue fills the screen. Hiccup wrestles the device back, and now the video is... a little bit watery. The dragon is back on his haunches, 'smiling' a big, gummy smile. Hiccup's voice is dry as he continues.] This is Toothless. He's my dragon, and my best friend, and he's not dangerous unless you threaten him, so if you see him around the city, you know, he's... he's not a monster. [As he fumbles with it, trying to wipe off dragon drool, Hiccup mutters just before it cuts out,] You know this doesn't wash out.

dothelokimotion

What kind of stories did you grow up with?

What kind of myths and fairy tales were you told?

threatenwithcuteness

*Lola's a little close to her camera as she starts the video. She's definitely looking at herself in the video feed as she starts.*

This is so weeeiiird.

*Eventually she pulls back, teases her hair back to perfection, and starts.*

Me at home apparently had a lot less stress than me here. Not really a surprise nobody set my home on fire on my Earth. I also didn't get trapped with old people in bubbles that wanted us to kiss. And acid rain that tried to kill us. Oh and weird superpowers I still can't control. Also I'm definitely younger. Not like a lot younger but a few months younger. Is this how those memory jar things are suppose to work? They make you younger if you've been here longer than the memories from home cover?

I mean, better for my skin than a spa day cause I didn't have to do anything. But what if I get one of these and I'm like 20, that'd be awful. Just suddenly being older. Does this mean since I'm not as old I have to wait longer before I can see what weird sex stuff all the various festivals have behind red ropes and away from minors?

Not that, I really wanna do weird orgy things, just... I'm curious.

Anyway, seeing my friends and my dad has kinda helped make me feel better. Even if, you know, they aren't here. I guess... that's really all that's going on.

*Yes this post is entirely Lola rambling at a camera after gaining new memories from home. Look Lola does stuff don't ask why!*

ragnarsson

[The video turns on in a small room, a crib in one corner. It's getting dark outside and Ivar himself has the look of someone whose been a bit sleep-deprived lately. There's some quiet music playing in the background and it's a lot different then the usual metal that Ivar has come to enjoy. What can he say, he'll play whatever he can to get his daughter to go to sleep. She likes this stuff better than Metallica.

Winter's on the verge of falling asleep, but she's still in that state where she could potentially wake back up the minute he leaves the room, which has happened more than once. So he's stuck here until she's fully out like a light. So everyone else on the network can entertain him in the meantime. He stifles a yawn, looking thoughtful as he poses a question.]

If you got the offer to change yourself, permanently, would you take it? What if there was a trade-off, giving up something to gain something else, would you still do it?

[His eyes slide over to Winter's crib.]

And keep it down if you respond. Winter's still not fully asleep.

bruceno

I suppose I am be grateful for the sudden kidnapping when it came.
It could not have come at a better time.
But I wonder how many were brought here to escape their lives rather than the immediate situation at hand?

My name is Bruce Wayne from Gotham. I doubt there are any here from my city, but if you are, please contact me.

I also have a question for anyone reading this: is the Friendr application truly useful? Does anyone find suitable friends that way, or is it best to find them the old-fashioned way?

Thank you

causational

I'm just curious how many people here are vigilantes back home. You know, superheroes, masked crime-fighters, whatever you're called, with or without special powers.

Are any of you doing that kind of work here? How did you get into it, either here or at home? Do you have a secret identity or does everyone know who you are?

I'm using a burner phone for obvious reasons. If you're doing the secret identity thing, I don't mind anonymous posts or private messages.

smokedout

i got a question for science types
or hackers, whoever has a better answer

i need some help changing the voice on a text to speech app
or figuring out how to reverse vocal cord damage noninvasively

anyone got any suggestions?

bringbackgold

[ This is an unusual sight, really. Otabek has his chin resting on one of his palms, propped up. He looks pretty content. There's a hint of a smile there, too. He is pretty happy, right now. He's holding a pen in his other hand. He's working and taking notes. He clearly has some intention to make this at least a little bit about business. He scribbles a few notes for a few moments. You can hear a few meows in the background. A little black kitten is climbing up the back of his chair, and before he gets the chance to speak, this ball of fluff is making her way onto his head. He shifts his body, putting the kitten in his lap. Instead of taking notes, he is petting her as he talks. ]

Change can be such a great thing, in work and in life. I'm finding that some - well one - of these changes have made work easier. I'm feeling a little more inspired on the job.

[ Even though he hasn't even said that much, he feels like it is a lot. The kitten seems to get fidgety, and he whispers something to her. She climbs up onto the desk walks across the keyboard, blocking out the entirety of his webcam, before jumping off the desk. He watches her for a moment, turning in his chair and then back to the camera. He picks up his pen again.

Back to work. He has an easy time talking about work, at least. ]

But I have a couple of events I'd like to do over the next couple of months.

[ He even has a few things in mind for both of these. ]

The most important is a Halloween party at Element. It would be on Halloween. Costumes recommended - not required, though.

I don't celebrate it at home, but I know people love it, and my job is to ensure you have a good time. So if you have input I am welcome to it. I am letting everyone know now, and asking now, so there's plenty of time to plan and finalize everything.

[ With that. He reaches forward, about to turn off a camera. He pauses.]

Oh - and these kittens are getting so big. If anyone wants to visit them, I can make time.

Let me know.

[ And he turns it off. ]

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