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Look, I don't like this, I don't like it at all, but I gotta get out of this house for awhile. It's driving me batty... Wait, no that's not how I meant to say that.

Anyway, seriously. I need to get out, and if I go alone I can't promise I'm coming home tonight.

[ He knew he needed to talk to Damian and Tim... He needed to let them know he was still there, even if he knew they weren't the same ones that just left... or the ones from before. With Hana and the other's gone, he found himself less willing to fight. At least with Roy in the manor he wasn't drinking himself to sleep, but he's been up to long and to restless.]

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.]

hititwithacrowbar

[ Jason didn't often do network posts, but a video filtered by @givesyouhell was sent to those he needed to see it. The video opens first off to the home in the background.

Only then does Jason turn so he can hold his phone up basically selfie mode with the manor behind him.]

Lil D, it looks like your dad sent a gift. I dont think it works that way but, I filled out the paperwork with the agent and we have the place to ourselves. And I mean that to everyone who can see this.

Jon, I have an idea by the way so I want to talk to you when I pick you up after school.

Cass and Blondie, your both in to. If you want. Wally and Roy, if you want there is room.

So, whose coming over?

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.)

somakemelaugh

[The video comes on to show Undertaker in what looks like something he'd arranged himself, lying stretched out over a couch in casual wear, feet crossed at the ankles over the arm while his head rests on the opposite seat, hair spilled all around like he doesn't care. Which he doesn't.]

[He's alone here and he knows it. Or thinks he is anyway. A few minutes pass and he still hasn't spoken, and though he appears to be looking straight up, he's holding his chain in one hand over his stomach, fingers rubbing one of them. One of seven.]

[A few minutes more and it becomes clear he doesn't realize he's being recorded. He still hasn't said anything. But then just as the viewer may feel tempted to switch the feed, Undertaker giggles. The giggles quickly become a spasm before he bursts out laughing for no apparent reason. None at all. He's laughing so hard, kicking one foot, that as he turns, he rolls himself right off the couch with a thud...]

[... and keeps right on laughing. And there, the video ends.]

deathkid

[ it's late, but the stars are shining and the moon is big enough to reveal that nico is once again in the graveyard, sitting atop a gravestone as he munches some fries. his legs swing back and forth. with his mouth full, he pauses and regards the feed. ]

I've been doing a lot of thinking. Mostly about the future. So we're stuck here for five years, right? How many people are planning on staying after that? If so, why?

I mean... [ another bite of fries and he swallows this time before continuing. ] What do people miss the most about their original homes and is it enough to want to go back? If there was one thing about this place that could make you stay, what would it be?

I dunno. Anyway- Loki, I need to make sure I have Wednesday night off. And Jason, I need some advice. Also, Ed, I have a few questions about your alchemy.

alkahestic

[ al's currently on floor 6, like... literally the floor, which has books and papers shoved aside so that there's a clear space. at first, the feed is a little shaky as he adjusts it, and then it's visible that he's got a rather large pile of dirt sitting in front of him. giving the feed a shy grin, he claps his gloved hands together and transmutes the material. there's a blinding flash of blue and yellow lightning and a whirl of dust. when it all fades, there's a pot with flowers sitting in the spot where the pile of dirt had been.

pleased with himself, al grins at the camera. ]

What with all the snow and everything, I thought people might be getting a little tired of the cold weather, so if people want some fresh plants to liven up their homes or rooms, I'd like to help.

[ he lifts up the pot and brings the flowers into focus. ]

I can make all types of things, if people want. My brother and I are still running a repair business for just about anything you can imagine, so please let me know!

[ setting the pot down again, he settles cross legged on the floor. ]

I was also thinking of all the different abilities people have here. For example, I'm an alchemist and you all just saw what I can do. But what can other people do? I mean, if it's not too much to ask, I'd like to ask a few questions.

hititwithacrowbar

[ Jason had considered not doing it but after getting off work and putting some thought into it.]

So, joint call, even if I know your out doing whatever with the mech together. Evening of the 24th your both coming to floor six. I'm going to educate you neophytes on the best Christmas movie ever, Die Hard.

hititwithacrowbar

[ Jason was face down, asleep in bed, dressed only in a pair of boxers. A pile of tissues nearby, and the gun resting on the bedside table beside a mostly empty bottle of NyQuil. A shot had been taken just after the text conversation with Damian assured that he was dead to the world. He had assumed he was safe, that Damian wouldn’t really bother… boy was he wrong.]

[Wrong? He wasn't just wrong. He was out right stupid to think that he could issue a challenge to Damian and the teen would just let it got. Please, Damian didn’t know how to let things go. It didn't take Damian long to find Todd, but he waited until the cover of night and returned to the communal living, finding the might Red Hood passed out and drooling into his pillow.

The evidence of used tissues liter in the floor made it clear the man was ill. This was going to be too easy, Damian might’ve felt bad if care, but a point needs to be made. You don’t threaten his pets, call him pipsqueak or challenge Damian Wayne! He moves to the trunk by Todd's bed and find his uniform and some gear. Smirking, Damian takes out the grapple and ties the rope around Todd’s ankles.

He finds the man's network device, because well, why not give Todd a recording of his defeat? Once his trap was set, Damian moves to the head of Todd’s bed, removes the gun on the nightstand and taps Todd’s red nose to wake him.]

...Found you.

[He drawls before firing the grapple towards the ceiling.]

[ The grapple was strong for sure, all bat-gear was and it had to be strong enough to let him move from building to building… so it yanked him hard and fast out of bed for the ceiling the way Damian intended. His eyes had started to slowly open at the tap on his nose before his world flipped.

Oh shit. He was not in any shape for this. It was by some higher power that he didn’t puke all over the place with the first spin. He looked green for a moment before the rage overpowered the logic. And he screamed as mad as he could. His hands flailing trying to get Damian but instead he found one of his knives in the bed and started swiping for the younger boy.]

Fucking! Little son of a bitch! Get over here!

[ He yelled as he tried to pull his legs free, but damn Damian’s knots. He couldn’t try to stab him and cut himself free at the same time.]

That it! Your dead again!

[Damian just takes a step back when Todd starts flinging a knife at him. What is it that Damian has on the nightstand? Why it's Todd network device and he is recording your misery as we speak.

After all, you said you didn't like pictures, nothing about video.]

I warned you that round two was coming, Todd. [Damian ducks another knife swing and points at Todd dramatically.] Did you really think I wouldn’t take up your challenge? Like I'd ever turn down an excuse to rain ruin on you Todd. [He says, because you really just asked for this.]

[ Jason growled still swiping the knife Damian’s way, but misery was his true love it seemed, and a violent set of sneezes came in fast repetition. Which was life in general just laughing at him. He tried to swipe at Damian again once he got the sneezes stopped. Dizzy, half drugged and sick as hell. This was not his day… and the damn camera.]

Turn that shit off! I swear to god I’m going to bring the pain when I get down! [ He yelled at Damian.] Shut it off!

sonofab

[Damian stares down his ...social worker... as she speaks. The woman explains the room, his bi-weekly stipend, the works. Still, Damian stares her down with a burning intensity that just screams 'I am displeased. Go. away. No mask, no Robin gear, just a pissed off teenager in a hoodie.

Clearing her throat nervously, she does leave and that's why Damian takes in his room. It didn't matter what the room looked like really, Damian wasn't having this communal living nonsense. He sees the extra beds in the room and ...that is just too many roommates. This is was 24-hour surveillance and he was not having that.

He frowns down at the device and switches it on. Have an annoyed looking ... 10-year-old? (No, he's 13 dammit, don't just assume things from his small stature!) glaring down at the camera.]

This communal living thing is not happening. What's the price range for houses or private apartments around here?

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?

whenturksfly

[ Have a short burst of static as the feed opens to a brunette giving the camera a light tap as she regards the device with an openly curious lilt about her expression. This level of technology isn't new to her, not in the slightest. It's common enough on the Planet, but it's different from the terminals to which she'd grown accustomed in Purgatorium and its novelty still hasn't worn out on her despite her arrival earlier in the month, a tribute to just how much time she's spent resting and recovering given the harshness of the previous world's conditions. She's still too pale for a lack of sun and too thin with some lingering tiredness about her. It's really more convenient, what with this device being mobile as opposed to bolted to the ground, of course. The inclusion of a camera with video function is certainly a clean step up from voice and text with tiny pictures and she expects it will serve her well enough in this new, foreign world.

It's a moment later, once she's sure the device is properly on and functioning, that she offers the camera, the audience an easy smile and a two fingered salute in greeting. ]

Hey there, Riverview! My name is Valeria Myles. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but think I'll save that for individual introductions. If there's anyone from the Planet here or Shinra means anything to you, I'd appreciate it if you could get in touch with me.

[ That smile of hers doesn't slack. The network has always proven the quickest way to determine if there's a familiar face around and about, after all, and it should prove useful in gathering some much needed intel given how little and wholly ideal the information orientation had provided. Things are seldom so good. Speaking of -- ]

Orientation was a little lacking in providing anything beyond the bare minimum details about this place, so I thought I'd ask the lot of you and hope you aren't too tired of these sorts of questions already.

What can you tell me about Riverview? The good, the bad, the ugly -- I'm looking less for the standard tourist answers and more for the nitty gritty, but I'd be glad to take that and everything in between seeing how I'm going to be here a while. [ A pause, brief but thoughtful. ] If you happen to know a place that serves a proper coffee, I'd be happy to take that, too. It's... been a while. It almost seems overdue.

[ Any nostalgia that's managed to seep into her voice is gone as she blinks back to the present. There's that bubbling energy, that smile tugged wider. ]

That's a fair introduction, don't you think? Thank you for your time. I hope to hear from you soon.

earlofphantoms

What am I to make of this? {The voice of this new user is entirely too calm; too collected considering the circumstances. But he has been uniquely trained by, shall we say, a vibrant life? Which, incidentally, ended abruptly (and painfully) in his memory.}

An introduction, perhaps? All of those start to sound the same, I imagine. {He finally comes into full view, smiling in a way that could be polite - if it weren't for the mischievous glint in his eyes.} Something like: I am Earl Vincent Phantomhive? Does that suffice? Should I add "of England"?

{He gives a light chuckle before remarking:}

I must say this is the queerest afterlife I can imagine.

ikols

I have some fanfic ideas that I'd like your opinions on, so I know which one to devote all of my time to when it comes to flushing out further chapters. I'll read the summary of each and would be obliged if you'd all vote.

[ Ignore the fact Loki is strolling across a rainbow that happens to span a great deal of the Quarantine, he's up there because it helps him think. He reads off the notes on his phone. ]

Story One: Pride and Two Pantheons. "Thor is sick of the patriarchal shit going down in Asgardia so she tries to batter Cul Borson, the God of Fear who has usurped the throne, into a far less intimidating cocopuff but he has magical spells to defend himself. It was pretty obvious he was dickering about like a creep and was always going to try something of the sort, so Thor has already thought of back-up in the form of Nicola Hades, a demi-god with whom, through the trials incited by their battles against Borson, she forms a steamy intimate attachment".

Story Two: Who's A Pretty Bird? "Victress Va-Va-Voom is madly in love with Stan Redwing, but unfortunately Stan was born with an irrevocable desire to devour everything metal he sees and Miss Voom decided she wanted a metal everything to up her career as an alternative lingerie model. Can Stan overcome his need to nibble on Miss Voom's metallic fingertips every time they speak? Does Voom think he's super hot and is she all that bothered? And will her father, General Scarlet Hunk, even allow the match"?

Story the Third: Strange Crafts of Love. "Two sorcerers from two different worlds, Steven and Stoven, collide when two Earths smash together. Sadly, Stoven is spliced with a Lovecraftian horror and is convinced, until he meets his alternate-reality self, that no one will ever find his tentacles or extra arms sexy. But Steven has a dark secret ... He was also the Kinkmaster Unmatched in his universe, and his tastes run seedier than a few extra limbs, yet can they override their wild lusty affair and find a pathway to each others' hearts? Several, in Stoven's case. Time and accidentally conceived octopi children will tell".

[ Loki turns his face to the sun, shielding his eyes with a satisfied look on his face. Those are far better thoughts to be mulling over than visions and dreams which either horrify or embarrass, and he's had quite enough of moping for the moment. ]

I hope that gives you all something new to think about. Constructive crit welcome, of course.

super_sane

[The video opens to show the Capital World in the distance.]

It looks so much like my Earth, and yet..I know in my heart that it isn't.

[The device's camera is turned to show the serious expression of a new arrival. His blue eyes reflect a sort of sadness in them that he's certain plenty of people in Riverview have felt upon arrival.]

My apologies. I hope no one was brought down by my speaking aloud. A bad habit of mine, I'm afraid. My name is Ashley Flournette. My friends call me 'Ash'. [He gives his fancy pants brown hat a slight tip. A silent 'hello' to go with his introduction.]

sweetlies

( warning for child murder )

shoplifter

(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?]

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.

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.

sweetlies

[For a boy with one eye, Ciel manages to look very sleep deprived, settled down at a small table, a cup of tea steaming to his right, a thick book in one hand, his communicator settled and recording in the other, his bad eye covered with a plain black patch.]

I really ought to just purchase my own copies after the fire. I'd really prefer not to be held responsible if these books had been damaged. Doctor Arthur really outdid himself since I last saw him though, these are greatly improved from his first novel. You can tell he'd gained confidence.

[He lets out a drawn out yawn and the takes a sip of the tea.]

I do apologize for the late hour. I thought I'd do some reading and I'm somewhat curious about the preferences some of you might have in terms of books. I've a great deal of time on my hands, even with managing Funtom, so it wouldn't hurt to have recommendations.

[A soft sigh.] I miss England.

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