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[As the camera starts recording, you may see that it is placed on a table with a watch that has a rainbow-colored stone with a strange S-shaped symbol. And as you tell from the voices, you can hear not only the Pokemon Professor's voice but also a voice you never hear before.]

Is that all you want to share us, Professor?

Y-Yes. To be honest, that's all I can remember after the attack. The rest of my memories from that time are blank.

Then this will do then.

And before I can forget, the doctor just told me that you were just exhausted from the attack and you only took a few bruises and no serious injuries. He also said that you should be able to discharge by tomorrow.

I see. I'm glad I can hear that.

Well, I wouldn't celebrate just yet. Besides, you are still the suspect of that attack. So I suggest you have to go to the Perimeter Guards after your discharge tomorrow.

I understand. Thank you.

[After that conversation, you can hear footsteps of someone and a door opening and closing before Sycamore picks up the camera and faces it towards him. Right now, he is somehow wearing a hospital garb as well some bandages on his head.]

I'm sorry that I leave this on. I still need to finish my conversation back there.

So I should start off by apologizing for my actions from my last post. I wasn't feeling myself back there and I am guilty of what I said or what I did to you.

But to tell you the truth, I didn't do it on my own volition.

[He then shows a serious look as he continues to stare at the camera as he speaks.]

Believe it or not, three Pokemon called Malamar have appeared in the Quarantine and from what I can tell, they are responsible for the two attacks in Riverview University and the market area. And I don't know the details, but I know they somehow used me for their mysterious plans.

Usually, I can think of them as misunderstood Pokemon. But I feel that if I let them go wild with the stolen technology and weapons they stole from research facilities, then there will be repercussions.

So I'm calling out to anyone who will help me out find these Pokemon and put a stop to their plans. I'm still labeled as a suspect, but if they accept my testimony, I may able to organize a plan to locate and stop the Malamar.

In any case, I hope you can join me and defeat these Malamar before it's too late.

[With that, he turned off the camera.]

(OOC: This is just an IC announcement on his plans to raid the Malamar's hideout. Sign-ups for the raid will be in this thread.

Also, sign-ups will end on October 3! But I will extend the date if there are unfortunate circumstances.)

dothelokimotion

What kind of stories did you grow up with?

What kind of myths and fairy tales were you told?

bruceno

I suppose I am be grateful for the sudden kidnapping when it came.
It could not have come at a better time.
But I wonder how many were brought here to escape their lives rather than the immediate situation at hand?

My name is Bruce Wayne from Gotham. I doubt there are any here from my city, but if you are, please contact me.

I also have a question for anyone reading this: is the Friendr application truly useful? Does anyone find suitable friends that way, or is it best to find them the old-fashioned way?

Thank you

rightly

[ It's taken him some time to finally make up his mind and make this post. In fact, he lets it sit, all written up and ready to go, for a good while before deciding to go ahead with it. It's a silly thing, really; after Loki's taught him how to make an anonymous post, he knows no one will have any way of knowing it's him, so while he's admitting to something to the population of the Quarantine at large, no one will associate it with him, not unless he identifies himself.

He also knows he won't know the identity of anyone replying to the post, which at the moment is sort of the point. Anonymity is pretty useful in this situation. Eventually, depending on the answers he gets, he may just come to find the identity of some of these people, but for now, it offers some detachment, some distance. ]

I've been here for some weeks now, and I've come to realize that a few of us have been brought here because there was nothing else left for us. In other words, we are dead. Or we were, before we were brought back to life here. I know for a fact that I haven't been the only one to wake up at the hospital, surrounded by doctors and machinery, and it's admittedly something I'm still struggling with.

I'm not sure what to make of it. It fits what I've been told about how the portal is supposed to work. I felt out of place in the sense that I felt as if I'd reached the end of the line, that I'd have nothing else ahead of me. I'm yet to decide if this place is a new home for me, or if I'm living on borrowed time, but I won't lie: I'm glad to be alive and breathing.

It's difficult, though, not having someone to talk to about it. Granted, I'm not even sure I'd want to, but I'd like to have that option. Perhaps I'm not the only one who feels that way. Maybe a number of us are struggling in our minds with our situation, and we don't know if we can reach out, or to whom. So I've been wondering if, of those people in a similar situation to my own, anyone would be interested in some kind of get-together. A meeting to talk about our experiences— or even if you don't want to talk and would rather just listen to other people's stories, that's fine too.

I'm reluctant to share a lot about my own, so I admit I'm not all that sure about this. I guess I'm hoping for braver people than I to give me the push I likely need.

[ There, it's out of his system. It may amount to nothing but at least he's put it out there. ]

couldkillthedevil

[It's the first time in awhile since she's appeared on the network; those that know her may recognize that her usually calm demeanor was frayed by the edge of tension settled in her shoulders. A rigid frown mars her features as she adjusts the video feed, brows drawn in consideration before she speaks.]

Have there been any cases here of people suddenly developing some kind of... ability? A-- "magic" kind...?

[God, it feels stupid to even word it like that, but she's given up trying to make excuses or pretend it isn't what it is. She's been here long enough to know this place didn't follow 'normal' standards.]

If so, I'd appreciate any information about it. Especially a way to get rid of them. Or at least control them. I kind of need an expert here. [A tired sigh, followed by her rubbing her temples in small circular gestures, probably without even noticing.]

Anyhow, thanks in advance.

dispenserofjustice

Now I haven't been here for more than a couple of months, but all these festivals? It makes me wonder if there is any sort of effort being made on our hosts' part to get people home. I like having a good time just like anyone else, but when the "good times" are a week long every month it's maybe time to start questioning how dedicated they really are. I don't think two to two and a half weeks without the distraction of another festival on the mind are really enough.

That is the Turian in me speaking, of course. The down time - even with all the strange crap that happens - is starting to get to me.

But no, really. What is the point in having a week long celebration every month?

littlemisskate

I've been thinking a lot about how this place could be seen as a second chance. I wanted to ask... what would you do with that second chance? I know a lot of people want to find their way home but if you didn't, what then?

[She knows that it's an intrusive question and that maybe no one will respond but she's curious.]

imperceptus

[ It's your friendly neighborhood drow, hanging out somewhere in the jungle. He's idly tossing a dagger into the air, then catching it, then tossing, and so on. ]

Good evening, my friends.

[ He hasn't met nearly so many of Riverview's population as he'd like, but he's comfortable speaking warmly, casually, as though they've all known each other for years. He leans against a tall, mossy tree, eyes on the dagger as it glints in the low sun's light. ]

I happened to be doing a little light exploring, a little minor surveying ... and I came across something interesting. Ruins of some sort, absolutely emanating with mysterious power. I couldn't quite map the shape of the place, unfortunately--as soon as I began drawing near, the jungle came even more alive than usual. Even the lovely birds were angry with me.

[ He catches the dagger for the final time, then slides it into some unknown recess of his jacket. ]

Now, I am of humble merchant stock, but I can defend myself, if I must. I progressed as far as I dared, but something began to feel wrong. I heard voices--strange, incomprehensible chanting. I felt dizzy, woozy. I took the wise path and retreated.

[ He shakes his head. ]

But, before I escaped, I saw a few artifacts scattered through the underbrush, marking a haphazard trail into the ruins. I dared not take one, but they were all inscribed with a certain symbol.

[ He steps aside from the tree he's been leaning against. This symbol is carved into the bark. ]

Not sure what it means, but I have an uneasy feeling just looking at it.

[ He seems thoughtful for a second, then shakes his head. Brightens up. ]

Anyway! I would very much like to get to the bottom of this, but, as mentioned, I'm merely a merchant. My meager skill is not enough to overcome those ruins alone. Any help would therefore be appreciated.

And--one more thing. If you see this symbol anywhere in town, I'd turn around and walk away.

lionunchained

[The video opens with a rather hesitant looking Shiro. There's really nothing behind him as of the moment, but he does glance over at something almost right as the video kicks on]

So... it seems this place just keeps getting weirder. It seems we had some recent arrivals from our world and well... it's better to show you.

[He turned back to whatever he had been looking at]

Come here. You can come here.

[Faintly in the background there was the sound of metal moving off screen then something walked into view of the camera so others could see it. It was quite clearly a black robot lion with glowing yellow eyes, several panels glowing blue, and red wing like protrusions on its back. It's was larger than a normal lion. It walked over and sat down next to Shiro, leaning in as though trying to figure out what he was holding]

This is the Black Lion of Voltron. However, its usually not this... small.

[Yes, he is calling a robot that's larger than a normal lion small]

I'm usually shorter than Black's foot. Let me see it.

[This he says to the lion, which does raise one leg to let Shiro have its foot, but it basically drops all the weight into his hand which makes him flinch]

You are still made of metal and heavy.

[Someone might be able to faintly hear the snickering in the background, but then the next thing that happens is that Keith suddenly fell into the frame of the camera as though shoved by something, a vague red blur before it vanished. Shiro jumped when this happened and the Black Lion got up heading off camera again only to return a moment later carrying a smaller red lion by the "scruff" of the neck as Keith sat up. Shiro just put his chin in his free hand watching as Black carried Red off before he remembered this was still rolling and turned back]

They don't know their own strength.

[ooc: Meet your new neighbors, two of the lions from Voltron! Black is about the size of large liger and Red is the size of a small lion. They are... slightly more active than normal, but will probably be around their specific paladin for the most part.

Either Keith or Shiro is available to answer. If you have a preference or if your character is pinging a specific person, just let us know. It can even be both if you'd like! If no preference, random response.

The log where they arrive is still ongoing]

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