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I'm not sure how many people she was able to tell about this, but it looks like D.Va is gone now. She got a chance to go back home and finish fighting the war in her own world.

I guess its a chance any one of us would have taken if they had been given it, but... she will be missed.

[He's really trying not to look sad about this, but it is rather hard. He had been close to her and now... she wasn't there]

I just though everyone should know.

smokedout

[This has become a tradition at this point; Dodger is starting his post off by playing music on his guitar. This time his dog is laying its head on his lap. Dodger is playing a somber indie tune; he's singing the male vocals, but the dog simply opens its mouth and a voice that sounds slightly auto-tuned fills in the female vocals. Dodger seems to be in a better mood than usual; he looks like he might have even slept in the last month or so.

At the end of the song he reaches down to scratch his dog's ears, and huffs lazily.]

I'm bored. Everyone who's been here long enough knows that's a pretty dangerous state for me. So. Who wants to give me something to do? I'll do whatever you want, long as the pay's worth it - and long as you're willing to take the blame if I get caught up in something illegal again.

I take units, barters and sexual favors. And you can't touch my dog.

I will receive as many pets as I want. [The dog adds indignantly in its robotic voice.]

jolting

If I could have everyone's attention, please.

As you're all no doubt aware by now, there's a serious illness that's been spreading around. I guess we know why we call this the Quarantine. In any case, I need everyone who is currently sick to report to the hospital immediately. I don't care if you're some immortal being or your society advanced in medical science enough that you think you can beat this. This disease has affected people from all different worlds and bypassed any natural defenses. If you are unable to report to the hospital on your own power, please let me know and I'll arrange for you to get there. I've already had the disease so don't worry about me catching it from you.

The main symptoms I've observed have similarities with the common cold or influenza, combined with conflicting sensory perception. If you have this disease, you're likely experiencing audio or visual hallucinations or possibly a combination of these. It seems that the disease is spread in the usual ways: coughing, sneezing, sharing saliva, as well as physical contact.

As Mr. Stark mentioned earlier, there has been some progress made on temporarily deactivating the nanites that are causing this disease. However, we need a more permanent solution and for that, I'll need some assistance. I need someone skilled in magical arts. Witch, wizard, sorcerer, whatever the hell you want to call yourself. Those who aren't sick or are already immune would be preferable, obviously, but I'll take whoever is willing at this point.

I promise that I will do everything in my power to figure this thing out and find a permanent cure.

suckstobestrange

[Hello Riverview! The feed blinks on to show Stephen, who might be looking somewhat under the weather here, paler than normal, the dark circles under his eyes a bit deeper. But that's not what he's here about, so like fuck he's acknowledging that!]

So is there anyone around who's a bit more up on Pokemon than I am? I was told they evolved as a method of growth, but I was unaware it was such a... sudden thing. One minute Wong was normal size, the next he's, well-

[The camera is turned, showing Wong, who is no longer the Lillipup that folk might remember but a Herdier. He's also three times his previous size, as seen by the fact that sitting up he was barely fitting on the small pillow-style dog bed just visible.]

Also, anyone who knows how to get him to stop doing this would be appreciated. [The camera pans lower to show that the dog bed was in fact upside down, having been pushed off the nearby sofa onto Sirius. The black lab hasn't moved even with bed and other dog on him, a long-suffering look sent Stephens way, as well as a slow thump of his tail.

He'd move but he's had enough of Wong's bamboozling for one day, thanks.]

buildsomething

[The video flicks on to Tony's tired face, though he actually looks pretty good, considering that he's still mildly sick. He grins at the camera, though, the pleased look of someone who's managed something.]

Hey, so. For anyone still caught with this plague thing, I've got a...well, not a fix. A work around, maybe. A focused EMP seems to deactivate the nanities long enough for some of the symptoms to fade, at least for a little while. It doesn't get rid of the things entirely, but it should give you a nice break from feeling like shit.

I'd like to thank my lovely assistants for working with me on this.

[The camera pans across the workroom to focus on the couch, and the two bodies sprawled on it. The eagle-eyed might recognize one (or both) of them as Bucky Barnes, but the way they're both just kind of slumped in a heap makes it kind of hard to tell. It's not that large a couch.

One of them twitches slightly, and there's a snort as Tony turns the camera back on himself.]

That's it for now. I'm still working on a more permanent solution, but magic is really not my thing. Someone else wants to have a crack at that part, be my guest.

[A sudden crash comes from what seems like the vicinity of that couch, and Tony gives the screen a sardonic look before the feed cuts.]

nostalgiabomb

[ INT. Shared Housing, Floor 13, Room 4 – Very Late Night.

We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.

In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]

I am Groot?

[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.

Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.

DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.

Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.

The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]

Groot, what are you—?

[ Busted.

Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]

Oh, son of a—

[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]

viatorius

whichever asshole has been moving the buildings around, can you not do that? you're making my job really freaking hard.

( No one is moving any buildings. Clarice has just pretending she hasn't got the weird sickness everyone else has. But maybe right now she's definitely heading into delirious category. Thankfully, she knows enough not to try portalling right now. Sitting down, catching her breath, not panicking. Those are good ideas.

She needs to be distracted. )

and i'm pretty sure the body mod parlour people are trying to induct me into a cult. i don't even have pierced ears!

heavenfell

[She has never been ill before in this form. Oh she has been stabbed, chained and condemned, but never infected. Her eyes are dark - sullen - and she is reclining in bed.]

They call this a plague and I believe them. [Truth be told, she might have endured multiple plagues as a human. Shouldn't she have some immunity to them now?

Her appearance is not as bad as it could be, but she is looking gloomy and disheveled. She also doesn't seem to give a damn about giving a good presentation.]

Humans are incredible. They seem so fragile, but they endure. I hope you don't forget that you have the strength it takes to overcome. Plagues have never wiped out the entirety of humanity.

[Alexiel stretches onto her back, her head haloed by her dark curls.]

Bubonic, small pox, measles, typhus, syphilis, viral hemorrhagic fever... You survived them all. This one can hardly compare. [Even if she is feeling miserable too. She turns her head away stubbornly, arrogant in the face of the disease.]

lionunchained

[This is audio because Shiro really doesn't feel like showing his face. Maybe he's being a bit vain given the circumstances... but oh well]

I have a feeling I am not the only one, but I feel like death warmed over. Whatever this is is really annoying and pretty much nothing helps. I think I've hit the point of exhaustion where I just can't sleep anymore.

[In the background there's the sound of one of the lions, purring very close to the phone]

Okay, yes I see you. Some space please.

If I die from this, can someone put this on my grave - "he died as he lived - being attacked by robots".

[There's a very audible huff and the metallic sound of the lion stalking away]

Come on. I was joking. Ow...

[And that's when it cuts off.

ooc: action available for housemate and cr who would come over to check on him]

stantheman

Hello,

My name is Stan.

I'm just wondering what it is that you miss most about home?

hellshot



1. I'm not dead yet. So if you've planned on burying me already, cancel your plans.

2. Your recent nanomachine problem isn't my problem, sucks to be you if you've been infected with them. If you wake up tomorrow morning feeling and looking a little more like a corpse, then maybe I'll consider taking a look.

lykou

Hello. My name is Ryan. I found this image and wanted to share it.

(full size)
I would like to know what your name would be, and if it suits you. Mine does not, but I guess that's because my name is... already my name. Serious answers only please. I think this is a good opportunity to get to know some of you better, and maybe make some friends.

...speaking of which, it's my birthday, and if anyone would like to join me for some sweets, I'd appreciate the company.

Thank you.

worldsaway

[The video begins in the swampier edges of the jungle. Thanks to the flooding, the water is up to Thor's waist and he has mud up his arms and on his face. He holds the camera up at a selfie angle, smiling into it and waving with a muddy hand.]

If anybody happens to know where a big, fat crocodile went, let me know. He's got a scar over his eye and his legs are very stumpy. Embarrassingly stumpy.

[Thor looks about him, holding the camera out so the audience can really appreciate the view of the overflowing river and not the fact that he's wearing a wet singlet.]

And if you've lost anything in the floods, let me know and I'll keep my eye out for-

[He cuts himself off when he catches sight of something making ripples on the water. His arm whips out of camera, snatching the tail of a snake that he brings into view.]

Look at this! Did you know snakes could swim?

[The snake hisses, flicking its tongue at Thor even as it coils around Thor's arm in a lithe, slow crawl. When Thor's hold lessens though, the snake rears back slightly like a mirage before vanishing and revealing a grinning Loki who very casually slides a small dagger into Thor's side.]

Oh dear. Was that me?

[Thor grunts, mostly in surprise but there's pain in it. The little blades sting, and it's a miracle that he can hold onto his camera (lopsidedly) when he drops to his knees and grips his side.]

You've done it now, brother. [Thor growls, with a clenched jaw.] It's all going dark. Dark and cold. I see a light, it's calling me. I'll bleed out before they find me.

[And with his final breath, he musters the strength to try kick Loki into the mud along with him.]

heavenfell

[Everyone loves broadcasts that open with a scream. Hurried, breathless words follow for keen listeners:

"You're safe. Stop arguing with me. We will make our way back in time."

A light is turned on and Alexiel, clothed only in her long, dark curls can be seen standing by a door.

"I will take you out into the morning air."

She reaches for the doorknob, but she pauses, frozen halfway there.

"I am not a harlot."

Even though she defends her state of undress, Alexiel turns to the closet, opening it. Dressing takes next to no time and she finally reaches for her communicator.]

You really are a naughty boy.

somakemelaugh

[The feed pops on to show Undertaker lounging on a suspended wooden bench on what looks like the front of a store or a building or some kind. Those who know the place better will recognize that he's actually sitting on the front porch swing of his home. He's quite casual today, leaning into the arm of the swing, chewing lightly on some kind of stick in his mouth - maybe pocky? Who knows?]

As I'm sure you all know, the cafe is going quite well, but I want to see it expand and make more of itself. I hear that people with certain hobbies or interests like to meet in establishments like this once a week or so to discuss and get to know. So I want to hear about it.

You don't necessarily need my permission to come into the store, but as your host, I'd like to know what it is you would like to see out of the cafe. Something like a hobby night once a week, or something else? I'm all ears.

thesecutethings

I find myself surprised again and again how different this world is from my home, and my time. Mother and my aunt worked hard to teach me how to be a proper lady and behave within society. There was so much etiquette and so many rules to learn...

[ Victorian England wasn't exactly progressive, after all. ]

So many of the rules I was raised with don't seem to apply here. Ways to dress, ways to eat, even ways to speak with people... In truth, it's made me quite curious.

Do you feel as if you live by different rules here than at home? That what is normal here, such as ways to dress or present oneself, would be considered abnormal in your world?

Thank you very much for your time!

alkahestic

[ where al found a burner device, he'll never say. but he's taking a page out of his brother's book and going anonymous, if only to ask one very important question: ]

How do you fall out of love with someone?

heavenfell

[She is on a rooftop, one hand - almost protectively - on her abdomen. She looks content enough, her gaze fixed on the horizon. What she looks for is only known to her.]

What do you think of one person - one soul - living multiple lives? There are religions that embrace it, but to others it is considered...wrong; maybe even evil.

[Wicked punishments for wicked angels. She sits near the edge of the roof, dangling her legs as if she is not several stories up.]

I wished to be a man. I thought my life would be easier. But I was being naive.

almightiness

[All Might is standing in front of a blackboard that is labeled, rather boldly, 'SEX EDUCATION AND YOU'. And he is apparently in a gym building befitting a high school, a clipboard looking terribly small under his massive arm. He has the usual signature smile and seems like someone who has had to do this very thing before; confidence always comes with time, and he's had to do so many television and school PSAs in his career, he's utterly prepared and spunky!]

Hello, it's me...

And I'm here to talk about Sex Education and you! Now, it's extremely important to know, during a very... active and festive month, how your body works, and to understand the ways to both protect you and your partner! Not only this, but learning about the threat of sexually transmitted diseases and informing yourself on contraceptives is extremely important!!

ATTACHMENT: STD AND STD SYMPTOMS
ATTACHMENT: SEX EDUCATION

If you would like contraceptives - condoms, birth control, and the like - or you have any questions, we'll have options available, visit your local clinic! Or feel free to come by the high school gymnasium to pick up some of our supplies here, at no cost! It's important to protect yourself, your partner, and your future plans! We also have pamphlets and video downloads. If you have any questions, do let me know!

I know there is a vast assortment of people here, with different walks of life, so remember - no question is a stupid question!

[He whips out a banana and dramatically slaps a poster on the chalkboard:]

TODAY'S LESSON WILL REQUIRE A BANANA!

sweetlies

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

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

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

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

Forgot your 'uniform.'

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

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

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

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

Do I look like I belong here yet?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whoops, perhaps I put the camera too far away.

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

Say hello to the Quarantine?

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

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

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

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

Happy Valentine's Day, Quarantine.

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sweetlies and

somakemelaugh. Cafe menu here.)

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