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[When the video clicks on, you can see Magnus setting up the camera, presumably on some kind of tripod, so that he can step back and give you a full-body shot of himself. There’s a concept here, a kind of Ted-Talk-y type thing, even if it’s not fully realized. Please forgive him. He’s new to technology. He’s trying his best.]

Hello, kind citizens! Okay, listen, I noticed something tragic about Riverview and this is what it is: we are hugely lacking in the sports department. You know, like, intramural type shit? Sorry, stuff. Intramural type stuff. Anyway. I, Magnus Burnsides, aim to change this. Not to brag or anything but I do have some experience coaching a sportsball team, so I figured: why not put my experience to good use? Who wants to play sports with me?

I want this thing to be a community effort. If you know how to play sports, come coach a team! Doesn’t matter what the sport is! If you don’t know anything about sports but you’re curious, come learn with us! It’s not about being good—it’s about doing the sports! I want people of all ages, people of all sports backgrounds. Also, maybe, someone who’s good at organizing stuff because I’m not very good at that. Anyway, let me know what you think! If anyone’s down to help out, send me a message!

[He ends the video bit with his hands on his hips Peter Pan style, a huge grin on his face. … And then he remembers he has to walk back to the camera in order to shut it off.]

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rightly

[ It's taken him some time to finally make up his mind and make this post. In fact, he lets it sit, all written up and ready to go, for a good while before deciding to go ahead with it. It's a silly thing, really; after Loki's taught him how to make an anonymous post, he knows no one will have any way of knowing it's him, so while he's admitting to something to the population of the Quarantine at large, no one will associate it with him, not unless he identifies himself.

He also knows he won't know the identity of anyone replying to the post, which at the moment is sort of the point. Anonymity is pretty useful in this situation. Eventually, depending on the answers he gets, he may just come to find the identity of some of these people, but for now, it offers some detachment, some distance. ]

I've been here for some weeks now, and I've come to realize that a few of us have been brought here because there was nothing else left for us. In other words, we are dead. Or we were, before we were brought back to life here. I know for a fact that I haven't been the only one to wake up at the hospital, surrounded by doctors and machinery, and it's admittedly something I'm still struggling with.

I'm not sure what to make of it. It fits what I've been told about how the portal is supposed to work. I felt out of place in the sense that I felt as if I'd reached the end of the line, that I'd have nothing else ahead of me. I'm yet to decide if this place is a new home for me, or if I'm living on borrowed time, but I won't lie: I'm glad to be alive and breathing.

It's difficult, though, not having someone to talk to about it. Granted, I'm not even sure I'd want to, but I'd like to have that option. Perhaps I'm not the only one who feels that way. Maybe a number of us are struggling in our minds with our situation, and we don't know if we can reach out, or to whom. So I've been wondering if, of those people in a similar situation to my own, anyone would be interested in some kind of get-together. A meeting to talk about our experiences— or even if you don't want to talk and would rather just listen to other people's stories, that's fine too.

I'm reluctant to share a lot about my own, so I admit I'm not all that sure about this. I guess I'm hoping for braver people than I to give me the push I likely need.

[ There, it's out of his system. It may amount to nothing but at least he's put it out there. ]

couldkillthedevil

[It's the first time in awhile since she's appeared on the network; those that know her may recognize that her usually calm demeanor was frayed by the edge of tension settled in her shoulders. A rigid frown mars her features as she adjusts the video feed, brows drawn in consideration before she speaks.]

Have there been any cases here of people suddenly developing some kind of... ability? A-- "magic" kind...?

[God, it feels stupid to even word it like that, but she's given up trying to make excuses or pretend it isn't what it is. She's been here long enough to know this place didn't follow 'normal' standards.]

If so, I'd appreciate any information about it. Especially a way to get rid of them. Or at least control them. I kind of need an expert here. [A tired sigh, followed by her rubbing her temples in small circular gestures, probably without even noticing.]

Anyhow, thanks in advance.

dispenserofjustice

Now I haven't been here for more than a couple of months, but all these festivals? It makes me wonder if there is any sort of effort being made on our hosts' part to get people home. I like having a good time just like anyone else, but when the "good times" are a week long every month it's maybe time to start questioning how dedicated they really are. I don't think two to two and a half weeks without the distraction of another festival on the mind are really enough.

That is the Turian in me speaking, of course. The down time - even with all the strange crap that happens - is starting to get to me.

But no, really. What is the point in having a week long celebration every month?

smokedout

[When the feed switches on, he's fixing his phone's position. His face isn't visible, but it is possible to see the outline of the wraps on his wrists, and the tattoos stretching up across his forearms.

Then he moves back to a stool set up in the room, perfectly lit and angled so that he's just barely obscured enough to show his silhouette without much detail in his appearance. He's not wearing his favorite hoodie for once, just a black band t-shirt with his silver necklace pulled out to be visible over the shirt. His gold necklace is still hidden under it.

The figure is in the middle of Eichi Tenshouin's bedroom, in the Tenshouin estate. Behind him, though the room is rather dark aside from a light he set up to light him from behind, the audience will be able to see a room that is mostly barren aside from a few posters of Wataru Hibiki, a bed and a desk covered in neatly-organized music sheets. It's a place that's really only recognizable if someone knew the original owner, and otherwise looks like a set rather than somewhere that someone lived.

For those who have yet to meet him, the figure in the video is Jamie Dodger. He's missing his right eye, there are deep scars across his face, and there are gauze wraps over his wrists that hide half of his forearms. For a man of only 25, he looks like he's walked through hell, but for once he isn't trying to boost up his street cred by threatening the network as a whole.

Instead he simply pulls out a guitar from behind the stool, and begins playing. The song he sings is slow and melancholy, a tribute for the man that he has spent nearly three weeks now mourning and is trying so hard to get over. Eichi had never gotten to hear him play... so he guesses it's sort of wishful thinking that playing publically would make him feel better about that, even if Eichi is no longer here to know it.

Though most people won't know the struggle that brought this song around, at least the music is good. Dodger is a skilled musician, and his voice is deep and gruff without sacrificing much range. More than anything, there's a lot of emotion in his singing. And when the song is over, he is silent for several seconds before getting up and wordlessly shutting off the feed.]

dancingmd

There's something I've been thinking about over the past few months of being here: the portal appears to have a distinctly Human bias. I'm Human myself but I come from a universe with hundreds, if not thousands of other sapient species, yet the three of us who are here from that universe are all Humans. What's more is that no one else I've talked to here has ever encountered or even heard of the other people we share our galaxy with, no more than I'd known of Asgardians or Elves or the Prawn before I arrived. On the other hand, despite vast other differences in our realities here, most people seem to know about Humans, which seems strange to me. Surely there must be an infinite number of universes out there without Humans, right? So why are there no representatives of those worlds? Or simply more representatives of a wider variety of peoples?

Now, if this was one of the historical portals built by the inhabitants of the planet we orbit, I wouldn't think as much of it - perhaps they'd specifically target realities that were closest to their own. But if this one is supposedly a natural occurrence, then why this pattern of selection?

Any thoughts on this?

[Because surely, she can't be the only one thinking about it.]

megabond

[Looks like another video post from a certain Pokemon Professor. Yet for some reason, he was glaring at the camera with his strangely dull eyes instead of his usual smile. Not only that, you may notice that he was not in his new laboratory or in his office at the university.]

Let me get straight to the point. I am challenging anyone that is willing to face against my Garchomp and my new partner. I don't care if you or your Pokemon has no interest to fight. I'm also willing for anyone with a sword or gun to fight against me.

I'll be waiting at the factory downtown. To all willing challengers, don't be late or else.

[The video feed abruptly ends there with no rhyme or reason about his intentions behind it. Maybe you should try calling the professor if you're worried or try to accept his challenge.]

spellslots

What's up, chucklefucks, it's me, Taako, everybody's favorite wizard here to beg, desperately, for you to entertain me for next eight fucking hours while I mess with this spell.

["This spell" being his transmutation stone that he needs to remake, but it takes eight hours to prepare and honestly, he's going to go crazy.]

I'll even help you out here but giving you a starting point or several, cause I'm just amazing like that.

First off, give ch'boy some movies to watch or music to listen to. Don't bother recommending Beyoncé I'm all over that already. I can't imagine any of you being interesting enough to keep me amused for eight hours so like, this is my back up plan.

The main plan is let's play a fucking game, I was gonna go with truth or dare but it's hard to police that shit on the network so we're doing two truths and a lie instead.

Ready?

1. I've been a professor
2. I turned a dude into a cat for cheating on me and never turned him back
3. One time I fucked up a spell and everything I drank tasted like key lime gogurt for six months

[[ooc: feel free to threadjack on this one if it gets interesting]]

tutee

[ The video opens on a small silver canister, one of the update canisters that came to Bill from the Portal HQ. She keeps the camera steady, narrating over it, ] Inside this can are my memories... Well, my future memories. My future.

[ She turns the camera around, showing herself looking uncertain. ]

I open that, and I'll change. I'll remember new things, I'll age. I don't know how far into my future it goes. I've been to the future, just... never my own.

I suppose my question is... [ She switches the camera around, back to the canister. ] ...Do I open it?

littlemisskate

I've been thinking a lot about how this place could be seen as a second chance. I wanted to ask... what would you do with that second chance? I know a lot of people want to find their way home but if you didn't, what then?

[She knows that it's an intrusive question and that maybe no one will respond but she's curious.]

imperceptus

[ It's your friendly neighborhood drow, hanging out somewhere in the jungle. He's idly tossing a dagger into the air, then catching it, then tossing, and so on. ]

Good evening, my friends.

[ He hasn't met nearly so many of Riverview's population as he'd like, but he's comfortable speaking warmly, casually, as though they've all known each other for years. He leans against a tall, mossy tree, eyes on the dagger as it glints in the low sun's light. ]

I happened to be doing a little light exploring, a little minor surveying ... and I came across something interesting. Ruins of some sort, absolutely emanating with mysterious power. I couldn't quite map the shape of the place, unfortunately--as soon as I began drawing near, the jungle came even more alive than usual. Even the lovely birds were angry with me.

[ He catches the dagger for the final time, then slides it into some unknown recess of his jacket. ]

Now, I am of humble merchant stock, but I can defend myself, if I must. I progressed as far as I dared, but something began to feel wrong. I heard voices--strange, incomprehensible chanting. I felt dizzy, woozy. I took the wise path and retreated.

[ He shakes his head. ]

But, before I escaped, I saw a few artifacts scattered through the underbrush, marking a haphazard trail into the ruins. I dared not take one, but they were all inscribed with a certain symbol.

[ He steps aside from the tree he's been leaning against. This symbol is carved into the bark. ]

Not sure what it means, but I have an uneasy feeling just looking at it.

[ He seems thoughtful for a second, then shakes his head. Brightens up. ]

Anyway! I would very much like to get to the bottom of this, but, as mentioned, I'm merely a merchant. My meager skill is not enough to overcome those ruins alone. Any help would therefore be appreciated.

And--one more thing. If you see this symbol anywhere in town, I'd turn around and walk away.

inlaid

So tell me something.

If someone wants to go home the people in charge here will do their best to get the portal aligned so they can do just that. At the same time, there's no guarantee they'll ever manage that that someone. Which means that a person waiting for a chance to go home could end up waiting not just for weeks or months but years. Maybe even the rest of their blighted life.

Knowing this, do you think it's better to hold back putting down roots just to make it easier to get up and go if the time comes? Even if it means you may be living your life among the people but distinctly separate from them as they build their lives here?

Or is it stupid to waste time, to waste your life and potential happiness on the off chance that one day you may get to return home one day?

[Is she just being stubborn because she won't be a Council Agent anymore if she doesn't return home, or because it feels like she's selling out for an easier lifestyle and having magic at long last? Her pride and sense of honor stings at the thought. The idea of never seeing her family again, of trading them up these things makes her taste ashes in her mouth. Then again she doesn't really have a choice in the matter right now anyway. She's not actually giving anything up at this point.

Really, the more she thinks about it, the more she's coming to realize that no matter what happens, she's going to have to make sacrifices of one sort or another.]

If any has an opinion or any insight I'd appreciate it.

[There's only so long she can sit on this fence before she drives herself even crazier than she feels now.]

brightline

[The video flicks on aimed at the front of a truly glorious mansion. The camera sways back and forth a few times to show the whole front of it while Marco hums a dumb little theme song in the background. After a moment, the camera switches to front-facing mode, and Marco's face is visible. He's grinning broadly, dark eyes bright and very happy.]

Hello Riverview, my name is Marco and this is my crib.

[The camera bobs as the sound of a door opening can be heard in the background, and then Marco switches the view again so a large open-concept living space is visible for a few seconds before he switches the camera to show his face again. He crosses the room to flop down into one of the plush couches and continue smirking a bit at the camera.]

Seriously, though. Not giving the full tour but how did I miss that my sweet mansion totally came through the portal with me? No idea. But I ran into it this morning and I've been with some real estate agent all day figuring out how to get it in my name again. What a pain, right?

[A shrug of his narrow shoulders, and he offers a sardonic smile.]

Anyone else had this happen? Is it on the level?

[A pause and then he laughs a bit.]

This place is totally empty without the maids and Wetherbee.

de_evilise

[ She was getting pretty lucky the fire didn't do much damage or hurt anyone she knew - that she knew about, anyway. Still, she did spent the majority working on a few different outfits for Bill, as well as a certain doll for a certain Egyptian Pharoah. There's an image with a Marinette sitting on the bed, carefully jotting notes down on a pad before she turns to the feed. ]

Phew. I think I'm really going to have to find a place of my own at this point - I'm used to keeping my workspace to a small area, but... [ Meh. She shook her head a bit. Hopping up, she turned the feed around. ]

I got some outfits done though! And I didn't forget about you Bill- have a look. [ She points at a few different outfits. ]

I was outside the wall recently too, and came across a few snakes - I don't personally LIKE snakes, but they do have some really nice patterned hides. I sketched a few down - I think I'm going to dry making a pair of pants or maybe a dress in that style, if anyone's interested in having something like this.. [ She holds up her pad to show off the sketched design. ]

And I do take requests, naturally. [ She might be heading out there again to try to find new ideas, actually. ]

[ Action for Floormates/Visitors ]
[ After her network announcement, she made her way out to the shared living area to take a break from her sewing, making her way to the kitchen area, checking on the snacks she had been cooking. In fact, the smell of delicious, tasty yummies was filling up the area quite nicely, and Marinette was willing to share with anyone. Ah, well, except for the box she was going to sneak down to Keith as a thank you later. ]

shoplifter

[Well, look. Whenever she gets invited to Alphonse's future birthday, she's got a lot to think about.

She must consider this: there will be cake, that is a certainty. Cake sitting on a table, like in Transigen... in front of a deceptive cartoon painting on the wall; ways to trick outsiders into thinking the place is kind to its patients... She's learned at that facility that cake is a staple of birthdays, or rather, from the nurses. Birthdays involve singing, and they all learned the words for Delilah. All for Delilah. But they weren't allowed to have those parties, not after the first and last time; she never bothered asking about them again, because... she knew there would be nothing beyond the question. It wasn't difficult to tell what blowing out the candles and leading them away meant.

She had whispered happy birthday to Delilah on the way out, though.

Really, she's not sure just how normal those birthday choices even were. Outside of the walls of Transigen, what is a birthday like? Is there still cake? Still the concept of presents, or singing? Did the nurses want to try and do something nice but ultimately fantasy? Like Logan had said, ice-cream for bedwetters. She's curious to learn, though. So again, she uses the network for her own gain: this time, birthday information, instead of school.

(I'm sensing a pattern.)

Her voice is casual, but interested. She's not about to ruin the surprise, but she does need to know what she's getting herself into, here.]

What sort of presents are you supposed to give people, for their birthday?

... Toys, no?

[What the hell do adults like to get, for presents? A long pause, and she's not terribly sure of herself.]

Are there fireworks at birthday parties, too?

[Another thoughtful pause, yet again.]

... How do you tell what day you were born? Is it on a special paper?

[Okay, okay, last question there. She bites back more questions. Easy, Laura, easy.]

[ ADDITIONAL ACTION.]

[If you would like to find her out and about, she is wandering the shops for things that might be nice to give to the birthday boy, especially the department stores. Laura also puts on a cool hat and goes to leave without paying for it, of course, so she can be found getting approached by a very unhappy security guard there who is calling out something about a shoplifter. Look ma, it's my username!

... What? Just because she's getting better at being in the real world doesn't mean she's learned the virtue of paying for things.

Her dad stole cigars. She totally saw him do it. Cigars and a phone charger.

Or maybe you'll find her violently shaking one of those coin-eating candy machines. Stupid thieving machine - she tried to be nice about this and use real money, and see where it got her? Never fear, she pops claws from her knuckles, long and adamantium-silver, and she slices the top of the candy machine clean off, so she can reach inside and take handfuls for her pocket. Man, living the dream over here. ~~Don't bother asking where Linda is, we all know there's a repeating pattern of juking her.~~]

scholiast

(The feed flicks on facing a large tank, propped up on a desk. There's a slight shuffling; a hand appears on the side of it, and then Lucretia pops into view, peering through the glass. Those who already know her might be surprised by her altered appearance: she is noticeably older, and looks around fifty instead of her previous late twenties.)

Where did it go?

(She makes a face, then reaches out to her camera as if to end the feed: thankfully, what she had lost comes swimming into view at that exact moment in a blur of purple and electric blue, pressing against her cheek. It's a small jellyfish, hovering in the air. Lucretia chuckles, cupping her hand about it as she faces the camera.)

I thought I'd take a moment to introduce everybody to Junior. It's a voidfish– a kind of... (she pauses, gesturing vaguely with one hand as Junior curls a little tendril around her ear,) fish-esque alien, I suppose. From space? (It's complicated.)

It enjoys consuming memories, and specifically enjoys art, so I thought I would extend a request to the network for any kind of media they might like to share with it. Usually, giving it something to eat would erase whatever is given from the minds of everybody who has not drunk of its ichor, but I think the climate here doesn't agree with Junior's powers. Not according to some tests I've been doing; the memory loss is very temporary.

But I digress: it loves all things creative: paintings, music, poetry... So if you'd like your work to be judged by a fish, there's always that option available.

(She makes to turn the feed off, then pauses.) Oh, and if anybody knows where I could find an optometrist in this place, I'd be really grateful. My prescription has... changed some what.

somakemelaugh

[Your friendly neighborhood mortician/barista is here, grinning like a loon, hat absent, and he seems... jittery, fingernails taptaptapping the table in front of him in a continuous rhythm. It's almost as though he's had a bit too much coffee. Which he has.]

[He has, and he has lived to regret it, and now he is fidgety and restless and sitting down was probably the worst thing for him at this point. Oops. Forgive his hurried speech.]

It was suggested to me that I test a wider variety of our product at the Coffee Shop than I have to give recommendations based on more than past experience, which for me is more outdated than most of you would care to shake a stick at. I'm well aware. I'm not a fan of coffee, but for your sake, I tried it anyway.

[He makes a face and quickly shakes his head, though the expression is gone almost as soon as it appeared.] I'll say it will deeeeefinitely keep you wide awake, but I'm still not a fan. So sweet. What's the appeal, other than the caffeine aspect? That has to be it, otherwise there's a serious sugar addition going on in the future. The pastries aren't selling this well though and they're plenty sweet. Hm.

[He puts a finger to his lips and taptaptaps there, a little faster than he normally would, and doesn't seem to mind in the least.] How do people operate like this? Feels like I'm about to rattle myself apart.

lionunchained

[The video opens with a rather hesitant looking Shiro. There's really nothing behind him as of the moment, but he does glance over at something almost right as the video kicks on]

So... it seems this place just keeps getting weirder. It seems we had some recent arrivals from our world and well... it's better to show you.

[He turned back to whatever he had been looking at]

Come here. You can come here.

[Faintly in the background there was the sound of metal moving off screen then something walked into view of the camera so others could see it. It was quite clearly a black robot lion with glowing yellow eyes, several panels glowing blue, and red wing like protrusions on its back. It's was larger than a normal lion. It walked over and sat down next to Shiro, leaning in as though trying to figure out what he was holding]

This is the Black Lion of Voltron. However, its usually not this... small.

[Yes, he is calling a robot that's larger than a normal lion small]

I'm usually shorter than Black's foot. Let me see it.

[This he says to the lion, which does raise one leg to let Shiro have its foot, but it basically drops all the weight into his hand which makes him flinch]

You are still made of metal and heavy.

[Someone might be able to faintly hear the snickering in the background, but then the next thing that happens is that Keith suddenly fell into the frame of the camera as though shoved by something, a vague red blur before it vanished. Shiro jumped when this happened and the Black Lion got up heading off camera again only to return a moment later carrying a smaller red lion by the "scruff" of the neck as Keith sat up. Shiro just put his chin in his free hand watching as Black carried Red off before he remembered this was still rolling and turned back]

They don't know their own strength.

[ooc: Meet your new neighbors, two of the lions from Voltron! Black is about the size of large liger and Red is the size of a small lion. They are... slightly more active than normal, but will probably be around their specific paladin for the most part.

Either Keith or Shiro is available to answer. If you have a preference or if your character is pinging a specific person, just let us know. It can even be both if you'd like! If no preference, random response.

The log where they arrive is still ongoing]

heartofasamurai

[He chooses text over audio or video because it makes more sense. The technology of these devices is interesting, but he’s not ready for using more technology right now. Text is efficient enough and he can maintain some amount of anonymity despite his name being available. He doesn’t know who may be watching.]

Although, I am grateful for the orientation and helpful information I have recieved in the days since my arrival, it cannot instill the unique perspective of those who have been brought here and their experiences. I would appreciate hearing those perspectives and if those brought here are indeed seeking the new home that was expressed by the assistants.

It is not a sentiment I am sure that I believe, but as I said, each perspective is unique.

buildsomething

[Tony's in his workroom, look surprised. His expression is deadpan, but there's something almost pleased underneath it. An almost imperceptible loosening of the tension that's always there in the set of his shoulders.]

So I know we're all well aware that this place is weird as hell, but does stuff just like. Turn up sometimes? Your stuff, I mean. From home.

[As he's talking, a metal arm pops into view behind him. The claw at the front of the arm clicks together once, then starts slowly creeping forward like it's trying to peer at the camera over Tony's shoulder. It's about the least subtle thing imaginable, considering the robot's sheer size, but Tony seems to be quite comfortably ignoring it.

At least until the claw nearly knocks right into the camera and Tony has to move it out of the way like he's holding it out of the range of a toddler. The robot arm is still taking up most of the image now, though. When Tony's voice comes again, it's more than a little resigned.]

'Cause this definitely mine. Unfortunately.

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