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[The video opens on a pick, gripped just a hair above guitar strings. Just a moment to absorb that image, and then his fingers flick it downwards to begin a series of fast, hard, lightning-sharp chords. Morgan steps back from the camera, letting all of him and the guitar come into view as he hammers out the quick solo, which ends with a dramatic stroke and extension of his arm, as his hair tumbles down in front of him.]

[He looks like he's out of a thrash metal band and he's a ham. Might as well work the image instead of pretending it doesn't describe him.]

[After that moment of posing, Morgan points the pick at the camera, looking up at it with a grin.]

Anyone else out there play? We got enough people to put together a band?

noratorious

[Aloy really doesn't know what to make of all this still. Other then she's pretty much still stuck in the no what is this this is bad let me out phase. Though she's at least able to tuck that down and grit her teeth and get to work, like she's always done. Hey some things never change.

But that means she needs people to give her work. And they're not running up to her as usual. So she decides to use this... network to do a little digging. So here's a young woman with braids in her red hair and distinctly unusual, almost tribal, clothing.]

So. They told me in order to get back home, home to where I was kind of in the middle of something I might add, I have to do community service. [She frowns at the phrase. It just seems wrong even though she has made a name for herself back home basically doing just that.] So, does anyone have something for me to do? A Grazer heart or two to retrieve? Fight off a pack of Stalkers to get back your missing cargo? Clear out a Glinthawk nest that's been attacking your settlement? [She pauses and then pinches her nose in frustration as the realization hits her.]

Aaaand, no one is going to know what those things are. Right.

So, uh, I guess if you need... someone to collect things for you? Or find a missing person. Or find out why everyone in this area was violently murdered and you ask me, a stranger, to figure it out? Or maybe just help someone cross the road. I've... got a range since somehow this ended up being something I do. Help strangers with their problems.

[She shrugs a little and falls quiet for a second. There's more to say, she has so many questions and concerns and just suspicions about all of this. So she decides just to ask it.] So if we're really all from different worlds ...Does everyone come from a place like this? Tall buildings? Technology everywhere? It's like the world of the Old Ones back home.

ettu

My name is A2.

If the name YoHRa means something to you, stay the hell away from me. Unless you're 2B or 9S. Actually state your business first if you're 9S, because I can only get stabbed so many times before I lose my cool.

[ She doesn't care this probably looks like a bunch of nonsense for 99% of the people here. ]

Out of curiosity, can someone vouch for the "official" statement that we're on the Moon?

Oh and I'm also a Surveyor. Go me.

juniberries

[Allura's managed to rig her communicator up to her earrings, so for simplicity's sake and ease, she's chosen to use the voice function. she sounds...while admittedly posh and formal, young and measuring her words carefully as she speaks.]

This is Princess Allura of the planet Altea. I...apologize for not reaching out to the network sooner, especially as someone assigned to work as a spokeswoman for this realm's government, but--

--well, there is no way to simply put this.

You see, this is not my first experience with having been brought into an entirely new universe with very little say in the matter. I am curious if there are others here who have had similar past experiences, or if this is your first time experiencing such a phenomenon.

[there's a bit of a pause, as though debating whether to end it there.]

And if there are those here who recall a ship known as the Eluvio, I wish to hear from you.

trashmammal

[The feed cuts in abruptly ( maybe a little too abruptly), revealing Mae sitting at the edge of her bed. Her head's cut off by the frame, leaving just a torso and a pair of fuzzy arms cradling what is probably the shittiest looking bass in the world. She plucks a couple strings experimentally, like she's still not entirely sure what to do with the damn thing.

Then she starts playing.

It's shaky as hell and she misses about as many notes as she hits and her bass is insanely out of tune, but the song's there. Kinda. About halfway through, she starts singing, just humming at first, then little "dah dah dah"'s in places where she can remember the rhythm but not the lyrics. It's only when the second chorus comes around that she really hits her stride.]

I just wanna diiie anywhere else!
If only I could diie anywhere else!
So come with me, let's diiie anywhere else!
A-ny-where
Just not here.

[Her singing voice is, ah, how you say not so good. Really it's more shouting than singing, but she's doing it with gusto. Eventually, the song comes to an uneasy finish, and Mae's left sitting there in silence for a couple more seconds before she turns and, in what's pretty obviously a prepared reaction, notices that she's recording.]

Oh, shit! [Said with all the convincing acting prowess of an eight grader.

She dips down, enough that you can see her face for about a fraction of a second, and practically slams her laptop shut, embarrassed and a little bit afraid.]

goldcuffed

[The video clicks on to the face of a young man with dark olive skin and unruly dark curls, damp from a shower. It's strangely unfocused, and shifts around for a moment before he realizes how to hold it best to get the right angle - he clearly isn't used to technology like this.] Is this- Yes, the flashing light means 'recording'... [He mumbles to himself, eventually setting the device down on a table in front of him.

When he smiles, it's brightly, pleasantly.] Hello. I'm Damen, I'm... newly arrived, within the last couple of weeks, as many others are, and I admit I am not quite used to this city yet, nor all it has to offer. Back home, I'm a soldier, but here...

I keep remembering when I was young. I cheated once, when my tutor was to test me on my history lessons. My friend Nikandros gave me all the answers beforehand, so that we could go to the training yard sooner. My tutor was very impressed with my knowledge, but my father knew immediately. I could never trick the King.

He said to me, Damianos- [And here, he says something gravely in a language that has similarities to Greek, in the nouns and verbs, though a different grammatical structure. After, a translation,] Only a fool pretends to know what he has the opportunity to learn.

[His smile takes on a slightly sadder note, but he banishes it quickly.] So, I am searching for a combat instructor and sparring partner, one who can teach me the things that my world has not yet discovered. There are so many weapons here I do not recognize, and I'm sure techniques I have never seen before. I am no beginner, however, and so I would prefer someone experienced. You will be adequately compensated for your time. Thank you.

dust_of_life

[Fatima's life dictates that she has to carefully manage and regulate her appearance. It's a bit of a neurosis, really. She's had to dedicate much of the last few years to proving that she's every bit as capable and mature as a bunch of vampires who have seen more than a few centuries. The mortal girl is not going to sit at the kiddie table, thank you very much. Which means not looking like a kiddie.

She wears a lot of make up. Like, a lot. It's well done and attractive, certainly. But noticeably an inch thick. Her hair is pulled back in a braid today, draping over her left shoulder. But what really completes the "I'm not a child" look is the attitude. It's her carefully schooled expression, just the right amount of jaded blase, as if to say "I've seen too much to ever be wide-eyed again."

It's her first network post. She figures first impressions matter. Although this is not how she imagined greeting the network.]

Hey, Fatima Merali here.

[She's got a thick, West Coast accent. She even says her name in a disgustingly Americanized way.]

Los Angeles, 2009, for any of you keeping track of that kind of thing.

Listen. Has anyone seen or heard from Ray Palmer lately? It's like he just vanished.

oniondaughter

[It doesn’t take Sieglinde very long to decide that she doesn’t like these ‘smartphones’ all that much. The idea of talking to all of these people over such a long distance is an undoubtedly novel one – and surely a concept with many practical uses.

But it feels like someone is always saying something on the network, and the phone she’d been given requires its user’s bare fingertips in order to work. Which means that she needs to remove her gauntlet, in order to unlock the bloody thing.

It’s a little frustrating, is all she’s saying. That, combined with the fact that she still hasn’t figured out all of the gadget’s quirks, has somewhat soured her mood on them – even if they clearly have their uses.]

Erm, yes. Hello? Is this working? I've never made one of these before...

[It takes a moment of fiddling with the gadget before the camera settles on a rather rotund set of armor sitting within the camera's view. If one looks closely, they can see Sieglinde's eyes through the visor, although little else of her face is visible. ]

Ah, there. I think I’ve got it. Greetings! I'm called Sieglinde of Catarina, and it is good to meet you all. Or as good as it can be, given the circumstances.

I was brought to this place by mistake, you see. The good folk of Riverview have promised to return me as soon as they are able, but until then I am holding out hope that my father will stumble into the same sort of portal that I did, and ends up here as well.

I beg of you, if any of you meet him here, please let me know. He is quite hard to miss – he wears the same sort of armor as I do, he has a moustache, and answers to the name Siegmeyer.

[A pause.]

And please, if you find him, ask him to stay put in the Guard Barracks until I return. I'll be away on a mission for a few days, and he has such a tendency to wander off on his own...

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