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[ On camera, Eames can be seen sitting, holding a dark brown puppy that looks an awful lot like a pitbull. The puppy occasionally leans forward to bump her nose against the camera lens. ]

Say what you'd like about poor impulse control as I know some of you will, but I was sober when this happened.

[ He shrugs and the puppy yips, annoyed about being moved when he does it. ]

I do still, regrettably, need some help in terms of a name; I never have been good with giving them.

[ Some details are pressing: how people act, how they move, who they know. This is a set of details beyond even his specialties. And sure enough, attached to the video is a rudimentary poll with--true to his accounting--a bizarre set of names. ]

Yes, this is serious.
 
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TEXT | BURNER PHONE | USERNAME: ALLMIGHT

Text one:

HELLO CITIZENS OF RIVERVI EW! I HOPE YOUR AFTERNOON HAS BEEN TREATING YOU WELL. I WANTED TO ASK, OUT OF GENERAL CURIOSITY: HOW MANY 'HEROES' OR 'SUPERHEROES' ARE IN THIS TOWN? I HAVE RAN INTO A FEW, AND I MUST SAY, I MUST GET TO KNOW MY FELLOW DEFENDERS AND WARRIORS OF JUSTICE. IT'S IMPORTANT TO MINGLE, ISN'T IT? HAHA!

Text two:

HELLO CITIZENSD! I HAVE BEEN GIVEN SOM E BOXES OF COOKIES BUT I AM WATCHING M Y FIGURE!! WOULD ANYONE LIKE SOME OF THEM? THEY ARE SNICKERDOODLES!! SORRY FOR THE CAPSLOCKS, IT IS TOO HARD TO SWITCH BACK AND FORTH, MY FINGERSS ARE TOO BIG FOR THE KEEYSS!!

Text three:

CITIZENS, IT IS I, ALL MIGHT. I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE SURE N OBODY FEELS LONELY!! IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO GO SEE A MOVIE WITH, DO LET ME KNOOW, I AM HAPPY TO TAKE TIME OUT OF THE DAAY TO ACCOMPANY YOU. I HAVE LESS WORK TO DO HERE, YOU SEE! AND MENTAL HEALTH ANDD HAPPINESS IS IMPORTANT!! LETS HAVE LUNCH!

Text four:

HELLO CITIZENS! I APOLOOGIZE FOR THE PERSON-SHAPEDD HOLE IN ONE OF THE COMMUNITY HALLWAAYS. SOMEONE HAD BEEN SCREAMING AND I ASSUMED THEY WERE IN DANGER, BUT IT WAS JUST A VERY SPOOKY SPIDER. THE CIVILIAN AND THE SPIDER ARE NOT HARMED!!!

Text five:

IF SOMEONE HAS RECENTLY LOST A KITTEN BY THE NAME O F 'GARBANZO BEAN', I HAVE HIM IN MY POSSESSION. THERE IS A NAME TAG BUT NO NUMBER ATTACHED.
HE IS VERY HAPPY AND HEALTHY AND IS USING MY COUCH AS A SCRATCHING POST, PLEASE LET ME KNOW AN OWNER IF YOU CAN. ΣΣ(゚Д゚;)



Text six:

WHAT IS A SUGARDADDY?

[ALL MIGHT NO]

Action. | Toshinori Yagi, the skinny, undercover civilian man.



[There is a skinny, concerned man of about 7'3" standing in the local superstore, in the pet food section, with his hands full of various cat toys. And apparently the source of his misery is trying to figure out which of these twenty different kinds of cat food would be good for the young Mr. Bean residing in his private apartment. Look, toys are easy. But diets? Toshinori is more than familiar with the difficulty of a well-balanced diet!

OH THE HUMANITY, WILL HE EVER ESCAPE THIS CAT HELL.]
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[ 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.

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 [The feed opens with a huffy looking Laura, sitting in front of the screen like it's a PSA announcement or some such — and judging from the glancing up at what must assuredly be a teacher, it's exactly that. Or something. She scowls at the camera again before looking down at the paper held in her dainty little hands that have totally never hurt anyone ever, no sir. She reads it blankly, and it's very clearly she's the worst podium speaker in the entire universe:]


I have agreed.... to read aloud, so that I will not be suspended for the week.

I would like to formally apologize for anyone I have ever stabbed, kicked, punched, or bitten... It was not my intention to hurt anyone and I will try my best from this point on to control my temper, both — in the complex and at school. [She wrinkles her nose, looks deadpan at the camera, and continues.] I am sorry to Tabitha for shoving her nose in the grass during recess. Even if it was because she was being unkind to another student, it does not give me the right to use... 'force'.

And I am sorry for using... Spanish expletives toward Jared, and hitting him in the throat with his own backpack. Even if he was being rude, it does not... excuse violence. [She looks so annoyed, save her.] From this point on, I will do my best to stay in school... for the whole school day. I will try not to leave past the wall.

[She puts the paper on the desk, calmly.]

... And I will not steal the chocolate milk from the cafeteria anymore.

[More gravely:]

But if Susan insults my accent ever again, I will shove her into the trash ca—


[huh the feed ended suddenly how about that






... she's in detention now]


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[This is another one of those posts where Dodger starts off playing music without explaining anything. The song he plays in particular is a slow tune, earnest and emotional. His voice is gruff from lack of use, or perhaps his perpetual hangover, but he's still a talented musician at the end of the day. The guitar he's playing has stickers on it that some may recognize as fan merchandise for Eichi Tenshouin, and a malinois with a black and purple collar is sleeping with its head on his knee during the song.

When the song ends, he sits there quietly for a while before reaching to light a cigarette. He snaps his fingers to light them, and uses that in place of a lighter. Another pause, before he finally speaks.
]

I'm 26 today. And sure, I was gonna make this the unholy mess you were all hoping for, but fuck it, y'know? What's the point of acting like I'm better than anyone else if I don't even believe it...

I'm not planning any sorta celebration. Won't say no to presents. Guessing no one cares enough, though, right? Whatever. No one's looking at this.

[Welcome to the pity party, population: Dodger.]
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[The video opens on a very nice view of a warehouse ceiling, at least until there's a muffled curse offscreen and it tilts to reveal one Tony Stark. He's practically vibrating with the kind of manic energy that means he's been working for possibly too long, all hair standing on end and a few dark smudges on his face, but he looks pleased at least. Just behind him is a glowing blue hologram picking out the lines of something circular, spinning lazily like it was hurriedly abandoned.]

So hey, you all know those power plants out there in yonder abandoned wasteland? Sure you do. I know there's one working, but I've got some ideas for how to give the other ones a good kick. Thing is, I could use an extra hand.

[The metal arm that's been slowly rolling along behind him suddenly straightens and twists in Tony's direction, claw at the front contracting. Without looking back, Tony just snorts.] Not you. [The arm droops, somehow giving the impression of looking disappointed, but continues his trek to wherever he thinks he's going.]

Anyway, yes. Manpower needed. Preferably the kind that knows it's way around a welding iron, but I'll take what I can get. Oh, and a metric shitload of palladium. So if anybody's got a spare catalytic converter or twenty, let me know.

[He reaches for the phone, then pauses, something slightly sardonic flicking across his mouth.]

Or if one of you magic types wants to straw-into-gold me up some, I'll take that too.

Thanks in advance.

[Looking much more satisfied, he reaches the rest of the way to cut the feed.]