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WARNING DO NOT BUY USED FURNITURE OFF THE NETWORK!! Some of the sellers here are VERY unscrupulous! I am now the proud owner of:

- 1 cursed endtable (IT KEEPS INSULTING MY MOTHER WHEN I'M TRYING TO SLEEP??)

- 1 set of drawers that was housing a colony of space termites

- 1 mattress that is stained with either blood or cranberry juice or chocolate i'm not sure which. maybe all 3? now i have to sleep on a futon like i'm 19 yrs old again and it's KILLING my back

Anyway is anyone in the market for some gently used furniture?


[ jk jk he's not a big enough to dick to unload this NIGHTMARE FURNITURE onto anybody else. ]
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[ While he's done some exploring, there's one thing he can't seem to find and the annoyance in his voice is a bit clear. ]

Are there no Christian churches here?

[ Catholic would be preferable but one thing at a time. ]
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[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.]
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[Stephen looks... less than pleased. He's searched the entire Sanctum and sent numerous calls and texts to Loki that all went oh so conveniently unanswered.]

If anyone's seen Loki, let him know I'm looking for him, since he's decided that not answering his phone is a legitimate tactic.

The younger one that lives in the Sanctum and made off with my cloak that is.

[Or what's left of it, anyways.]

And don't bother denying it, I have an eye witness to you rifling through my room.

[Aka he enchanted the mirror and it ratted Loki out right off the bat.]
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[Sam's in what looks somewhat like a more high-tech tattoo parlor - one of the body modification studios - and he looks more worried than panicked as he glances at the phone, his attention clearly at something (or someone) on the floor. In the background there's definite arguing going on:]

Sir please, you shouldn’t be [Only the first speaker was visible, a young woman with a variety of piercings and tattoos, likely the attendant given the scrubs she was wearing, visibly alarmed as she was trying to convince the person on the floor to stay there.]

I’ll be fine, christ you nag worse than my mother ever did- [Obviously this wasn’t working as well as she hoped, face paling slightly as there was an uncomfortable-sounding crunch and breathless cursing that followed the irritated reply.]

Hey, so if any of you teleporters are paying attention, I could use a little help here. And heads up to the hospital, you're gonna have a pain in the ass coming in real soon. [Sam glances away from the camera for a moment and pinches the bridge of his nose as he adds an aside] Stephen, you need to go to the fucking hospital, legs don't bend like that.

I’m not going to the fucking hospital, I can fix this myself-

[Narrator: But he couldn't.]

Please, someone get here and shut him up. Doesn't look like anything life-threatening, but he's got broken legs and god knows what else. And he's in the shittiest mood I've ever seen him in, and that's saying a lot.

[ooc: red is Sam, blue is Stephen, replies will probably come from either one (or both), but don't expect Stephen to be very nice.

Also Stephen's replies will come via yelling at Sam's phone. Because Sam is a jerk and won’t let him snatch it]
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[T'Challa does not put on the Panther Habit for his first post to the network, preferring to keep the two identities separate for as long as possible. For the duration of his stay, if he can manage it, though it's not he who would tell the others. He cannot vouch for the people from his own world that are here. Not all of them, at least.

He angles his device to capture his face and very little of his surroundings.]


In my culture, death is not the end. It's more of a stepping off point. You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into the green veld where... you can run forever.

[He'd been told upon his arrival, after many questions, that he was here because he'd felt displaced. While that had not necessarily been true, the thought that this place was something other than what it seemed had crossed his mind. The afterlife possibly, though he did not recall dying - his beliefs dashed that notion rather quickly.]

So this cannot be life after death. Do you accept the answers you have been given or do you challenge them? What was the outcome of such action?

[The feed ends there. It's enough of a start to generate conversation.]
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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.
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[ weeks have passed since diana of themyscira's arrival. while her search for ares has taken a temporary detour, there is still a great deal to explore in this new realm. which is why she has decided to grace the network with her presence. diana, meet riverview. riverview, meet diana. ]

This is an incredible world. With wonders I have never witnessed before.

Like ice cream 🍦
And other types of amazing food 🍕 🍔 🍟 🍩 🍪 🍫 🍰

Which is your favorite?
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[Stephen is so fucking over this.

It's only the fact that he knows which buttons do what that he can get the video on at all and he definitely doesn't look like a happy camper, not with the frown he was wearing.]


So this... memory loss thing. Anyone made any progress on figuring out a way around it?

[His brows twitched lower as his frown deepens into an annoyed sort of scowl, trembling fingers drumming restlessly against the open pages of a book.]

Not having much luck on my end.

[For a reason he's not getting into with all and sundry.]
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[ Though Marinette was more likely to respond to people speaking on the network, she's decided to use it herself this time around. The image would show her sitting on a chair at a desk, with a big grin on her face. ]

Hey! It's been a while since I last posted to the network here, but for those of you who don't know me, I'm Marinette, aand I've been here about..a month? Or so. Welcome to everyone who just arrived, belated though it is.

Actually I probably gave my welcomes out if I met you already so -- not that you can't have welcomes again or anything but -- [ Headscratch. ] I'm.. getting off topic. I've been pretty busy this weekend, making some baked deliveries - Link, thanks again for helping me with that.

Anyway, I bet you're wondering what's kept me so busy, so, look! [ She turns the view around to show off a set of dolls. ]

Aren't they cute? They're actually of some... er.. people back home, and since the dolls I made of them are still back home, I thought I'd remake them here. But it'd be kind of selfish to keep them all to myself, so ..

[ Here she turns the view around again, where she's now working on another doll ]

I thought I'd offer to make dolls for anyone interested, ..for a small fee of course, in addition to designing and making outfits. I'm not limited to making those dolls though. I can make dolls of other things too, if I have a good enough idea of what they look like. Just let me know if you're interested in dolls or clothing, or if you need someone to design other things.

[ Action for Floormates or Roommates, feel free to say hi! ]
[ Finishing up her post, Marinette set her unfinished doll down and sighed. She really missed little Tikki. Absently reaching up to touch her earrings, she smiled faintly, then pushed her chair back, flexing her arms and stretching. ]

"Okay Marinette, time for a break~!"

[ She turned and padded out of the room, glancing around to see if any roommates were about. Though she didn't stick around long, and wandered out onto the tenth floor, heading over to the elevator to go and explore. Though she did glance around to see if any other tenth floor flatmates were around - she never did meet the people in the other room on that floor. ]
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[Since the last network post went so well, Christian has decided to go to the next step. He might as well see just how far he can push things, right? Sure.]

Hey, guys.

[He even waves awkwardly with the device set up so he can use his hands.]

So, just a few things. First, what's the best way to go about inviting people to a company picnic? I've never really done anything... remotely company related, so any advice is welcome. And on that note, I don't know how many of you are familiar with the Gramarye Magic Research, uh, people, but I thought it might be helpful for all of us to say hello. To each other and everyone else, since researchers tend to close themselves into rooms and never get any good action, right?

Maybe we should try to make friends. Branch out some.

[Or he can sound ridiculous. That's always been a staple of his life anyway.]

How about one last one for the whole class: Have you ever seen a demon?
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[It might be fitting that Lucifer's first foray into the network of the new world he'd found himself on was an inquiry for trying to fix something he'd mucked up. It might well give a good glimpse into the fact that Lucifer didn't see too much outside of what affected him and those he cared about. This fell under that umbrella.

For those watching, they'll see an adult male with a charming British accent and dark hair and eyes, smiling at the screen in an attempt to cover just how important the question was to him.]


What would be a good gift idea for someone that says something along the lines of 'Sorry I broke you'? I'm not entirely sure chocolates will cut it.

[A moment and then he realizes how that may be construed.]

Not physically broke, mind you. More... theologically and mentally.
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[ He wasn't really wanting to do something like this but since people keep comparing him to his... other self, he might as well clear this up on a larger scale.

He gets a sigh out before the video cuts on. He adjusts it to where he can address the camera directly but not in close-up. ]


I am Doctor Stephen Strange. I just arrived here a few days ago and I am aware that many of you already know of another Stephen Strange. Those of you I have met and have been here longer, at any rate.

I want to make this clear to people from here on: just approach me like someone you've never met. It doesn't matter if you know the other Strange here or have heard the name. I just got here. I have not lived his life, I have not done his deeds. Do not confuse me for him because I am not him.

I am sure all of you are well aware of the multiverse situation here so you know this is possible.

[ He does sigh through his nose now. He's kind of annoyed he has to do this at all. Before adding, ]

I hold a position at Riverview Hospital and am an Advisor at Gramarye Magic Research. If anyone needs help medically or... magically, I guess, I will do what I can. I just ask that my wishes be respected as well.

[ And with that, the feed ends. ]
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[Say hello to an angular looking face that's not smiling. He is smoking, which is all part of the bad boy look. Maybe.]

Let's get one thing clear here, yeah? Last thing I need is a bunch of goody-goodies hunting me down out of some obligated sense of protecting the masses. Yes, I'm a vampire. Ooh. Scary, I know.

[Hands lift to do a little 'woo' motion, a cigarette between two fingers that he pauses to take a drag from before continuing in a thick, lower-class British accent.]

No, I can't eat any humans. Got me on that synthetic crap here. So unless one of you plans on dropping off a bag of type you on my doorstep, consider yourselves safe.

[And it pains him to admit that. It's obvious on his face.]

So instead of blaming me for being all terrible and mean -- which I am, try blaming whatever brought me here. I was just off, being a vampire in my own little word, then poof. I wake up here. Not my fault. Didn't sign up for it. So you hero types, you bleeding heart goody-goodies, you can all put your pitchforks down and go pet a puppy or something.

[He pauses for a moment, then points at the screen.]

Non-humans, however, I can still hurt. So if you're up for an asskicking, by all means, come a'knocking. I could do with a good fight. It's too... nice around here. Gives me the willies. And please, don't try to come back with some 'all bad needs to be stopped'. It's bollocks. Every world needs a bit of bad. It's what gives the goodies something to be all superior over.
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--urge!!

[There's a squeaky voice before the video comes on, shaking violently as if someone is running with the device. You can see flashes of floor five of the communal housing-- beds and random items flashing by, with the occasional blue fur in the shot.]

Demiurge!

[Then there's finally a shot of Billy's face, dubious for a moment as he looks down over the side of his bed, book propped on his chest.]

Ugh-- what? I thought I told you to shoo--

Demiurge!

[That's when realization seems to sink in, Billy's eyes going almost instantly wide. It's a mixture of surprise and annoyance that sends him darting off his bed, book flying-- and that's when the camera goes shaky again as whatever's holding it seems to start running again.]

Hey! What the hell-- give that back!

[There's more jostling and another, this time more surprised, 'Demiurge!' before the phone finally drops and the screen goes mercifully dark for a moment. There's still a bit more rustling around to be heard though, before Billy finally reappears some time later, with a squirmy blue creature tucked safely under his arm and looking just a bit disheveled, and more than a little exasperated.]

Sorry to... whatever you guys just had to see. This-- [creature he might have made in another dimension, oops. No, he is not saying that--] thing just showed up and followed me back home. It also won't leave, and I guess it thought stealing my phone was a sure way to get attention...

[And let's be fair, it did sort of work.]

Anyway, I'll make sure it won't happen again...

Demiurge!

[If you look closely, Billy might just be clenching his jaw tighter at that noise.]

I told you to stop saying that...

[Not that the creature seems to listen... or, you know, stop with the squirming until it feels like it's held properly-- and can get it's arms up around Billy's neck to hold on. It seems to make it happy enough at least since it starts to let out something akin to purring. There's a frustrated groan and an eye roll.]

Does anyone have any tips? I don't really do pets... but I guess I'm sort of responsible for this thing until I figure out if the shelters or anywhere else will take it.

[Oh, he's responsible in so many senses of that word...

Which means he's probably stuck with it permanently. Great.]
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[Stephen looks… well less like a hobo than he has in past months. Still looks like he needs to sleep for a year, but that seems to be standard.

He ran a hand through his hair, frowning down at something outside of view.]


So… I think someone lost a dog in the park?

[He shifts the phone so the camera shows his feet, and the small puppy that was running circles around him. It slowed to a stop when it noticed the attention, peering up at Stephen and his camera, ears perking curiously. But when no treats or attention were forthcoming, it head-butted against his ankle with a bark.

Stephen took a few steps back, which just encouraged the Lillipup to run after him, tail wagging, catching his pant leg in teeth to tug, like he was trying to pull the man along with him, though if even the small pup knew where to was questionable.]


This little guy look familiar to any of you?
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I know I've told some of you about this already, and maybe other people heard about it from Wanda, but I'm just gonna make this official without sending out engraved invitations. We're gonna have a dinner on April 15th at the Riverview Community Center; I rented a room there so that we'd all have a place to fit. I figure that if we're all gonna end up working together at some point or another, then we'd better get to know each other first - and, let's be real, we all have questions about these parallel universes.

Before you ask, yes, you can bring a guest, just give me a heads up so I know how many people to prepare for. And it's a potluck, so make sure to bring something - buy a dish or make it, whatever you feel most comfortable with. I can't feed all you people and a couple of super-soldiers on what the Perimeter Guard pays, okay?

[Sam grins at the camera. He can't resist the urge to poke a little fun at Steve(s).]

If there's anything I haven't thought of or if you have any special dietary restrictions that aren't eldritch horrors, just let me know.


[ooc: even if Sam hasn't spoken to/met your characters personally, just assume that he's heard about them through the grapevine, because we all know these dang Marvels are a bunch of gossips. also castmates accepted in this app round are more than welcome as well! although the IC date for the dinner is april 15, I'll be posting it this week and forward-dating it.]
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[ The video cuts to the godling racing up a wall of vertical stained-glass laced with vines, picking her way carefully; the green sparkles on her boots only seem to work when she touches the window. It's old, part of a ruined temple, and creaks a little here and there. Loki, however, seems to know what she's doing. Panting hard, she grins widely when she reaches the top of the ancient dome, windswept in her triumph. All around her is an incredible view of the seemingly endless jungle canopy. ]

South-west of the waterfalls there was a Taco Cat religion here some time ago. At least, that's how I'm interpreting the leftover hieroglyphs. Taco-eating-a-Cat? Could be a grim clam. I'm on my way back to some murals I think folk might be interested to see, but first —

[ Freezing as an angry roar rises in the distance, Loki continues. Out of her pocket she takes a stone artefact the size of a large Rubix's cube, carved with odd designs, showing it off for the camera in her gloved hand before tilting the view away as she taps it in a certain pattern to open it up; inside is what looks like liquid opal that emits a blue pulsing glow. ]

Wait for it ...

[ The ancient music-box tinkles out a matching version of Christina Aguilera's DIRRRTY as Loki hums, laughing delightedly when it does. ]

Isn't she lovely? I'm naming her Dolly after Parton. Lots of animal etchings, especially this Taco-Cat. I think it was also a god of — [ Shiiiiiiit! Not a God of Shit, no.

The dome shatters when a second roar blasts up through the temple's dome and Loki drops through the ceiling, grasping wildly at vines. Her phone and the cube crash through the canopy as they slip into the jungle, leaves and branches lashing at them until they all hit the dirt with a whumph that would indicate a mortal's immediate demise. But Loki is fine (dirty, not dead!) as she curses Skrymir's frosty balls and hisses Norns damn this soggy moss, finally snatching up her bright Starkphone to seek out the cube and stuff it in her coat. ]


Ah, anyway ... [ The growling rises for a third time, now in ground-level proximity. Loki scrabbles to her feet, horns skewered and clothes muddied. ] Never mind, archaeology later!

[ Which is when she makes a hasty exit and ends the feed. ]
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[Ivar's improving on using the video function. This time, he gets it on the first try. His voice is just a little above a whisper and he's looking off to the side at something just beyond the camera. The background shows he's in the forest beyond the city.]

Does anyone know where I can find a fire-proof bridle?

[The question seems a bit of a non-sequitur until he turns the camera to the side. There's a Ponyta standing not too far off. Ivar's been trying to get it closer all afternoon. It's taken a lot of patience, but now it's only about ten feet away. Its diamond-shaped eyes narrow as it watches the Viking and the Pokemon tosses its head, too suspicious to come any closer.]

Come on. I won't hurt you. Just a little further. Come on.

[For someone who usually keeps everyone at arm's length with a combination of sarcasm and toughness, he sounds far more gentle than usual. It seems to be working, as the Ponyta takes a hesitant step forward, ears pricked forward in anticipation. Ivar's face is a combination of wonder and awe. He's about ten seconds away from completely freaking out. This creature looks like something from an old legend, a horse with a mane and tail of fire. This qualifies as the coolest thing he's seen since he came to the city.]