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[ the feed opens up to a girl dressed in a bright tshirt and smiling broadly at her audience, waving her hand enthusiastically. there are prominent scar marks on her face. ]

Hi Riverview! My name's Gabby and I'm new here! I was in New York before. The one with the superheroes. And now I'm here! Unfortunately, I think I lost all my stuff? And my caseworker kind of freaked out when I gave her the list, so maybe you guys can help me!

I'm missing my MAC-10 machine pistols, nunchucks and knuckle busters. Anyone knows where to get those? Oh, and a proper bullet proof suit.

Thanks!
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[The camera clicks on, and is a little wonky and dark for a moment until a lavender hand corrects it to face the right way. An old dark-wood table comes to view, covered in dripping candles and shiny knick-knacks, and the room is covered in tapestries and drapery, like someone tumbled through a fabric shop and grabbed anything pretty or vaguely mystical.

You can almost smell the incense through the camera.

On the other side of the table is your friendly neighbourhood circus man, dressed about as colorful as the room and smiling coyly as he looks into the camera. (Or at least he fucking hopes he is, stupid modern technology.) Those solid red eyes reflect some of the candlelight, and the baubles and jewelry he wears glimmer as well - all to draw attention and make him look even more devilish.]


Good evening, gentlepeople of Riverview! I hope you are having a lovely time, working together in this little sanctum of ours until we find our way home.

I am Mollymauk Tealeaf, a not-so humble entertainer, here to bring you mystery and magic to your life!

[Leaning back, he flicks his hand and a fan of cards appear in it, the backs decorated with moons and suns. It looks old and expensive, and very well-used.]

Have you felt lost in this place? Uncertain were your life will take you after appearing here? Looking for guidance and signs on how to proceed?

[He sets the cards on the table, making a gesture with some quick sleight of hand to turn one up. It's a very intricately and finely drawn star.]

The cards are always here help you. Past, present and future lies in them, and at Cards of Curiosity, they can answer your questions.

[There's a bit of a movement again, and the cards all have turned over, showing different faces - a serpent, a sun, a tower. Molly smiles again - all fangs, this time. Some people liked a little goosebumps with their entertainment, and he knows how to work his lineage to his advantage.]

Come visit me as I interpret the mystique of the cards. For answers, for guidance or simply just for fun, I promise you an experience like never before!

[Insert Street Here], at the corner. Let your quest for answers lead you there!

[A little wave, and the camera turns off. Molly leans back against the beanbag and exhales. Things were easier in person, but hey. Baby's first commercial.]
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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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[This post is audio, and it's coming from Alex's office and she sounds a little... forced amused.]

Okay, so I know this is way later than we thought it'd be happening, but you know given the whole half the population coming down with the virus that was released in May, and then half of us getting kidnapped in June, it makes sense that it would be. But yeah, Pokemon Go is finally a go. Go out and play it! Go Team Red! That is a lot of "goes" in one statement! [There's a little laugh, but it's not full on Alex's. As for the team, it's not Alex has biases, it's just that she's Team Red, guys.]

On a more serious note, I'm hoping that some of our really techy people will take a look at this video and tell me if there's any sign of like CGI or whatever beyond something that we would be able to use back home. [There's no CGI or anything, it's real.] I already know that it's not been used if it's from my time or whatever. Even if you can't, I'm hoping that there's a way that this thing is like IP stamped or something by who sent it to me back home, so I can prove it's them. [Because fuck Thomas Warren.]

I'm not filtering the video away from anyone, but I should warn you that it's a bit... [Alex is just going to flounder here for the right word which isn't very Alex.] Creepy. It's creepy and sort of...demonic. But I promise it's not a jumpscare video, and it was taken back home and it just showed up on my device here. [Which is why Alex is at her office making copies of it, because she knows that it's going to be a thing.]

But I really do appreciate any help you guys can give me with it. [Please ignore the slightly desperate tone in her voice, she may have watched this multiple times already today.]

Alex Reagan's very own creepy Black Tape. )
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[This has become a tradition at this point; Dodger is starting his post off by playing music on his guitar. This time his dog is laying its head on his lap. Dodger is playing a somber indie tune; he's singing the male vocals, but the dog simply opens its mouth and a voice that sounds slightly auto-tuned fills in the female vocals. Dodger seems to be in a better mood than usual; he looks like he might have even slept in the last month or so.

At the end of the song he reaches down to scratch his dog's ears, and huffs lazily.
]

I'm bored. Everyone who's been here long enough knows that's a pretty dangerous state for me. So. Who wants to give me something to do? I'll do whatever you want, long as the pay's worth it - and long as you're willing to take the blame if I get caught up in something illegal again.

I take units, barters and sexual favors. And you can't touch my dog.

I will receive as many pets as I want. [The dog adds indignantly in its robotic voice.]
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[personal profile] somnioergosum
[Ronan opts for video this time. Not that this is a good move, considering he spent a few weeks in a coma and even after a week of recovery, he looks it. He’s paler than usual, which is saying something, visibly tired, and actually has hair on his head, just enough for his dark brown locks to start curling.]

I lost one of my pets. If anyone’s seen a floating pink blob with-- [He sighs and rolls his eyes.] purple flower markings and a huge nose, let me know. He answers to “hey, shitead” and also Hypnopompia.

[He’s about to end this when he pauses, then adds, sincerely...]

If you steal or hurt him, I’ll break your legs.

[OOC: No plans for where his munna is so feel free to make something up/have them see some of Ronan’s nicer dreams.]
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[personal profile] causational
Hey everyone! I don't post on here super often, but I've been laid up for a week now and I'm going a little crazy. Total cabin fever.

I used to see forums like this on the internet back home, and I thought it might be kind of fun here too, so I thought I'd give it a try, because reading those forums was always a lot of fun.

So, Crowd-Sourced Relationship Advice!

I turned on anonymous posting on here, so you can make a fake username and submit a description of a problem that you're having in your relationships, either romantic or at work or whatever, and other anonymous people can give you advice!

Or you can stay logged in on your real account. Up to you!
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[ The video starts off shaky, clearly taken using the front-facing camera on a phone being wielded by a deeply intoxicated Cisco Ramon. He is pink-cheeked and bright-eyed and giggling so much he has difficulty speaking. ]

Heyooo Quarantine! Sup! Guess what?! It's my birthday today! That means I'm twenty fuckin' five, which means I'm totally old, and wise, and stuff. So I thought it'd be fun if y'all sent me, like, questions! For advice! You know, like Dear Abby, only instead it's Dear Cisco. I've been around a whole quarter of a century now so you best believe I've got plenty of knowledge I can drop on ya like that!

[ He lifts the hand not holding the phone, clearly meaning to snap, but realizes belatedly he's still holding a glass. He turns away from the screen, muttering a quick Babe, babe hold this for me- before handing off the drink to someone outside the shot. Then he looks at the camera once more and snaps, not loudly enough to be heard and late enough that it is unintentionally very comical. ]

It's cool if you send them anonymous or not, anything goes. Lemme help you make some good-ass choices in your life! Or if you're not feeling the advice game you could just like do some shout outs and holler at your loved ones.
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[How this ends up on the network is anyone’s guess. Ronan’s habit of sleeping with his headphones in, listening to music on his phone probably plays a part. In any case, the memory broadcasts itself. It is lovely and pure and one of Ronan's most closely guarded secrets. Any other memory would be better.

At first the memory is vague. A very young Ronan, around three years of age, walks through a home. He presses his hand to one of the walls and as he drags his fingers along, the home loses its ambiguity. The painting on the walls has flecks. A few warps appear in the wood beneath his feet. The dream becomes reality in his mind.

Spoilers for The Raven Cycle but that's Ronan for you )
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[When the video starts, the memory is in the dead of night. The darkness is the kind that you can't get anymore with electric lights all over the place. This is true dark, the kind when only the moonshine can help anyone to see. There's a group of men and women sleeping soundly on the ground. CW: Canon style violence in links and under cut )
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[personal profile] noassgardian
So, just out of curiosity... has anyone looked into taking classes around here? And if you have, what's it been like?

I mean, back home, my parents were insisting I go to college, so... even if I'm not sure I want to bother, I figure I should keep the option open here too.


[He hesitates a moment before adding:]

How do you even figure out if going is right for you? Especially if you have other stuff you really need to focus on too...
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the riverview review

Welcome to the first edition of the bi-weekly IC events blog. Everything covered in this post is available in a well-written blog post format on the Riverview Quarantine homepage. Feel free to have your characters respond to this entry as if they are using a comments section on any internet article.


riverview review: issue 2 )
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thank the gods these things come in greek

i need:

α) directions to the nearest graveyard from the communal housing

β) a place to buy some good cheeseburgers, fries, and dt. coke.
(or animal blood if cheeseburgers are hard to come by)

γ) a prism or some other kind of clear crystal for rainbow making

δ) cooking lessons.



oh, and how many people here are mortals/human or gods/demigods
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[personal profile] spellslots
Hail and well met, my dudes.
 
[Despite not having much experience with this kind of video technology, Taako has adapted pretty quickly, mostly because he’s vain as hell and gets to take pictures? Of himself? It’s amazing. So the camera is centered properly, he’s got Disguise Self cast to look the way he’s supposed to, and his stupidly long hair is braided down his back. ]

I got a couple'a things I wanna ask, figured this is the easiest way to do it.

[He holds up a finger, to count the first question:]

So weird thing here, has anyone heard of this fucked up black oil that, uh, that destroys worlds, I guess? [He casts Minor Illusion and the oil, similar to what he saw in Palmon's prophecy, appears in his hand. It's thick and dark and kind of unsettling.] Listen, I'm not really sure exactly what it is, but it's bad. When I saw this stuff, shit was like it'd drowned everything in sight. And uh, the gods are gone, seems like. Which is weird as hell and might be related. This ringing any bells?

[That was the worst explanation ever, but in his defence it's a pretty confusing situation. He's trying his best.]

Second lil thing. [He holds up a second finger, dropping the illusion so the oil disappears.] What the hell are all you thugs doing for money, 'cause gotta admit, I haven't got a whole lot of marketable skills but I'm fast running out of that sweet sweet cash and would really love to not starve, you know? Toss some ideas at me, I'm all ears.

[Get it, because he's an elf.

Well at least he thinks he's funny, since he's chuckling as he clicks off the video.]