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[ Hello Riverview! Today the feed opens with... the close-up of a face covering the whole visual. Wide, round, and unsettling eyes, with a potato nose and a smiling mouth that looks so enormous it takes up half of the screen and, if you pay close attention, you might be able to see the bottom of his throat.

Jyushimatsu is not aware that he's way too close to the camera. He never had a cellphone back home and never bothered with technology in general. It doesn't help that it seems he can't keep the device steady as his image is shaky at best and completely blurry at worst. It might hurt your eyes, so don't stare too much.

But anyway! Onto the more important things! ]


HI EVERYONE I'M JYUSHIMATSU NICE TO MEET YOU!

[ Sorry for your eardrums, too.

Thankfully his voice lowers after the introduction. ]


I came here a few weeks ago and I work as a mascot for the Riverview Rams! It's a baseball team! You should root for them!

But I'm using this thing now because I wanna do something super fun with you guys after the bad things that happened last month! Have you heard about softball? I didn't, until a cool guy told me about it a while ago! It's like baseball, but it's smaller and the balls are bigger!

[ He's also terribly bad at providing explanations. And the screen is gradually getting soaked in his spit. ]

SO!!! How about we just have a match? We form two teams and beat each other up with softball! Sounds great, right?

This is just an interest check, I guess? Let me know if you wanna join! I'll be waiting all day!


[ FILTERED @ WALLY WEST... after he spent a long time trying and failing. One of his brothers had to teach him. ]

Hey look, I did the thing! Was that good? Think lots of people are gonna join?

[ He flails at the camera, now standing at a proper distance. ]
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[The feed opens to Laura looking a little uncomfortable in her own skin — you'd think she was in trouble again or something, forced to give another on-screen admission. But nope! Trouble was totally a few days ago. She's been an angel as of late (or as close to one as a stabby mutant can be). Instead, Linda motions for her to go ahead and start her video broadcast. What for, you ask? She steels herself.]

Prijata is coming up; it is a celebration to give people things. I am not very good at it.

But we had wood-carving for the end of the year art project, so I — made some... wooden dolls for people. [She pauses, looking up again at Linda. She motions for her to continue on.] I am not very good at it yet, so the painting is not perfect. Even so, I have... made... many good friends. Friends I didn't think I would make. So... Quiero agradecer a mis amigos. I want to thank my friends.

[This is clearly something she's not used to saying. At all. And her cheeks are slightly flustered by the time she stops and she's plucking at her tattered shirt sleeve — a new visual compared to the usually cool and collected child who never seems to care enough to be embarrassed. It's just, you know. It's different when it's something you've made for someone else. And it is their faces, a face she had studied in that way of hers over the last few weeks as she worked on the project. Her bed is covered in crafting materials, a sign she'd rushed to get them done in time.

She shows them in detail, don't worry about being left in suspense. Indeed, they're all carved carefully from wooden bits, with little items and clothing pieces glued together.

The kid sits in this earnest hope that she did well enough to not be teased. It's a normal thing to do, right? Something a person does, not a science project.

She hopes it's obvious who is who:]



I can bring them to you, wherever you are... if you want yours. If you do not, I can keep them on my dresser.

[Honestly, knowing how many she made is an eye-opener for her; she didn't realize she cared about so many people here.]

.... Feliz Prijata.

[... Even if it's a bit early.]

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[ 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?
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[Oh look, it's All Might! Standing eagerly in front of a chalk board, a comically small piece of chalk between two fingers on a big Manly(TM) hand.]

Hahaha! Good morning, Riverview! Enjoy your coffee, and ask away, for I am here!

Per the request of some of the lovely children of Riverview Elementary, I'm taking questions regarding the life of a trained professional hero!

[... And if you try to curse or be a dirty birdy....

Any curse word or sexual wording will be changed into silly, innocent replacements, or even ALL MIGHT in bold colorful letters. What the ??]

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So I just realized that I've been in this place for a year! Which is a super long time to be anywhere away from home, but it hasn't been all bad. I've gotten to meet people from all over various dimensions. I've seen a lot of magic and met a lot of aliens too.

I was kind of curious though. What kind of experiences have you had here? Anything super memorable and awesome? It'd be great to share that kind of stuff. Maybe it'll help some of the newcomers feel better about arriving here.
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( The feed starts with a wobble, Clarice ignoring the swoop of fear and nausea that washes through her to tighten her grip on her phone. )

Hi.

( She smiles, and it looks easy even though it's not. She's made no effort to hide her mutation, unnaturally green eyes bright in the light of her apartment, pink mark over one of them. The only thing that isn't obvious are her ears, and the fact that she can rip holes in space. But she's trying to look approachable. She's sitting cross-legged on the floor, her back to the couch. Her free hand moves restlessly, seems to be petting something off camera as she gears up to speak. )

Um, my name's Clarice. I got here a couple of months ago, and I figured now would be a good time to say hey and maybe ask some questions. ( Blowing out a breath. She can do this. ) I've noticed that some of us - the displaced - are a little young, and it got me wondering if anyone had set up something to make sure they're being properly cared for? Not like a foster home, because we've all been given beds and sh --. Stuff. ( Motherfucker. ) But more for emotional support? One of those big brother-slash-big sister schemes. Making sure they're safe, or uh, that they're eating proper food instead of candy bars. Or even just to talk. Because it's hard enough for anyone ending up here, but I know I would have been freaked out as a kid.

( Another pause, and then --. )

Actually, I've been through the whole world turned upside down high school thing, so even if there's not and anyone wants to talk about it, or just have someone to rant to? My phone's always on me. And if I'm not good enough then there's always Zingo. ( She angles the camera now to take in the dog sitting at her side. ) Who is definitely a good judge of character and requires so many hugs. You'd be doing me a favour. My arm's getting sore.

( There, she's done, she's made it through the broadcast and can now panic a little off-screen. ) Okay, thanks!
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hey uh
i bet you all get this a lot, but, uh, am i dead? like, straight up dead? is this purgatory?
because i really messed up and think i died and then i woke up in the hospital here and its all really
uh
a lot

and im kind of freaking out

ok yeah i guess i was about to die. and they explained all that but does that mean like, the me back home is dead??? or does that me just not exist anymore??????

(lowkey i still think this might be purgatory. if it was heaven i would have my own room.)


[ Gee. Stream-of-consciousness sure is easy when you're speaking to the void. But hey. It's better than staying in her bunk and going nuts alone. ]

ugh ok anyway someone distract me from existential bullshit
whats your favorite animal and why. best answer becomes my purgatory bff
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[it's not his real name, but it feels more true to himself than the other username he's been using on the network thus far. And this request is more true to himself, so it's fitting]

I'm a bit more acclimatized to this world now, but I'm still a bit unfamiliar with things. For example, are there any rules on how one can use abandoned buildings? Back in the world I was living in, I was using an abandoned garage and no one seemed to care. Thought I'd ask before I start looking for buildings that would suit my purposes.
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[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?
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[ BEHOLD... a teen witch sitting on his bed. He seems way too energetic, considering he's indoors and doing nothing. (lbr he's nursing a magic-high right now, and it's got him feeling both restless and aimless at the same time.) ]

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

[ He grins. ]

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

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

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

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

Oh -- here we go --

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


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

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

ACTION. | HOSPITAL

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

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

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


ACTION. | PARK

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

It always pays to be observant.

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

"You look like a ghooooul!"




Toshinori nearly falls off the bench, sputtering blood.

A GHOUL!?

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

Here we are so far:




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

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

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

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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.
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[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.
]
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[ 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?
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[Laura's been trying to adjust. Part of her wonders if coming here wasn't a grave mistake — she'd come thinking there are more like her, people who would accept her more willingly, and in a way, that's true. However... There are a few... annoyances. Grievances. Her rather overworked case worker Linda has been making sure she goes to school. Today isn't the best day for school, though. She's quiet and 'weird' and the other children usually aren't fond of her and her quiet but present danger.

And for Laura, well. She doesn't do well with anyone 'teaching' her. She's had too much of 'teaching' the last eleven years of her... eleven years.

She may or may not have punched another kid in the eye.

She may or may not have ditched school.

And now she sits on the top of a rather tall and dangerous brick-ish wall in the city, her feet hanging precariously off the edge. Close by, the shadow of a tram wooshes by, and somewhere out there, Linda the Case Worker is having a heart attack. Laura, however, seems more puzzled and annoyed than anything. She sits with a potentially stolen bag of mini-donuts, her favorite glasses pressed up on her forehead and her lovely albeit mildly damaged unicorn shirt clear and vibrant.]



Why do children have to go to classes? 

I can learn outside of school.


[There are mean children that exist. She's never ran into children who are so exclusionary; after all, mutants had to stick together.

And teachers aren't bad, but something about the set-up bothers her, in ways she's not sure how to explain.

Maybe it's harder to blend in than you'd think. Not that she had gone into this with any high hopes.] 


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cut for blood and 'graphic' content? )

( ooc For those canon familiar, Damian's forgotten his memories from the middle of the Year of Blood onward. For those unfamiliar, meet Damian al Ghul, assassin and demon child.

He currently thinks he's still in the middle of the Year of Blood. What that means is he will be trying to complete one task a day as a show of strength/intent and take a "trophy" as proof to present to his mother and grandfather. Those tasks will likely be extremely violent. If you want to plan anything on that front or handwave any previous CR, feel free to message me via PM or on plurk at [plurk.com profile] batbrain.
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