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*Lola sounds... unnerved, something's clearly wrong with her. It might just be that a lot of people left. It might also be something else. But it's clear just from how she takes a few steadying breaths at the start... she's not quite centered. She definitely isn't her perky uplifting self.*

My- weird power things, the ones I got here. Cause I was really normal at home except for like my mom bailing and getting an abortion at sixteen, but I wasn't weird like here is weird. But I got this thing where I could heal others... by focusing too hard on them.

It's getting stronger and I don't know why or what to do about it.

And I never asked for this and I don't know what to do about it. It isn't like my color changing hair, I like that. I asked for that. I choose to do it even if a lot of people called me crazy for getting surgery to have color changing hair. Like, wouldn't you want that, it's so much easier to match outfits now. I can wear a million more things and not waste money on hair dye every three weeks!

...The point is, if I seem kinda like I'm trying not to focus on you, it's cause if I do it starts my powers and I can't quite do anything about it.

And if anyone can help, I'd totally accept that too.

tempredmental

Um... so, I think something happened? I don't know if it was from those flowers, or what... but, I'm... yeah.

[Keith put his arms out. His jacket was clearly way too big for him. The collar of his t-shirt was a good three inches lower on his chest than it should be. But, he had nothing else to wear.]

Does anyone have some clothes I can borrow for a while? Even if it's just for today so I can get something on my own to have until this wears off?

Thanks...

Current Mood: confused

threatenwithcuteness

*Lola's sitting at a desk? Or maybe a table? It's hard to see details because there's a very definite layer of books covering the surface. They all have covers and titles that hardly seem fun or inviting about business, investing, and... okay one of those books is about nail care but it feels out of place with the rest.*

Do any of you know anything about, like, running a business. How to operate one, contacting vendors? Figuring out how many pounds of tortilla chips you need to buy for a week of regular nachos? I'm trying to get Lola's Cantina open but I really, like.

Dad did all of this stuff, I just had to look cute, wait tables, and occasionally yell at someone in the kitchen to hurry up.

*Of course just because Lola's studying really hard to try to understand something well outside of her ability at the moment, doesn't mean she didn't take the proper time to put her hair and make-up on point before making this video. She's tired, not dead.*

threatenwithcuteness

*Unlike Lola's usual activity on the network, this post is a bit different. For starters Lola doesn't say anything the entire video, in fact the start of the video she's behind the camera instead of in the spotlight. Instead she has a video of her taking her camera through a... empty restaurant patio? Okay, that's weird, what the hell is she up to?*

*She stops at a Portrait, which... okay, it has her name in the bottom corner. Lola puts down her camera on a table, still pointed at the portrait. She walks over, smiles, and holds up a small sign. In pink letter, artistically rendered.*

I guess I should figure out how to run a Cantina. 😉
*Yes she drew a smiley on her handmade sign. Lola blows a kiss to the camera, also winking in case the emoji wasn't enough cuteness. And the video ends there.*

hititwithacrowbar

[ Jason was face down, asleep in bed, dressed only in a pair of boxers. A pile of tissues nearby, and the gun resting on the bedside table beside a mostly empty bottle of NyQuil. A shot had been taken just after the text conversation with Damian assured that he was dead to the world. He had assumed he was safe, that Damian wouldn’t really bother… boy was he wrong.]

[Wrong? He wasn't just wrong. He was out right stupid to think that he could issue a challenge to Damian and the teen would just let it got. Please, Damian didn’t know how to let things go. It didn't take Damian long to find Todd, but he waited until the cover of night and returned to the communal living, finding the might Red Hood passed out and drooling into his pillow.

The evidence of used tissues liter in the floor made it clear the man was ill. This was going to be too easy, Damian might’ve felt bad if care, but a point needs to be made. You don’t threaten his pets, call him pipsqueak or challenge Damian Wayne! He moves to the trunk by Todd's bed and find his uniform and some gear. Smirking, Damian takes out the grapple and ties the rope around Todd’s ankles.

He finds the man's network device, because well, why not give Todd a recording of his defeat? Once his trap was set, Damian moves to the head of Todd’s bed, removes the gun on the nightstand and taps Todd’s red nose to wake him.]

...Found you.

[He drawls before firing the grapple towards the ceiling.]

[ The grapple was strong for sure, all bat-gear was and it had to be strong enough to let him move from building to building… so it yanked him hard and fast out of bed for the ceiling the way Damian intended. His eyes had started to slowly open at the tap on his nose before his world flipped.

Oh shit. He was not in any shape for this. It was by some higher power that he didn’t puke all over the place with the first spin. He looked green for a moment before the rage overpowered the logic. And he screamed as mad as he could. His hands flailing trying to get Damian but instead he found one of his knives in the bed and started swiping for the younger boy.]

Fucking! Little son of a bitch! Get over here!

[ He yelled as he tried to pull his legs free, but damn Damian’s knots. He couldn’t try to stab him and cut himself free at the same time.]

That it! Your dead again!

[Damian just takes a step back when Todd starts flinging a knife at him. What is it that Damian has on the nightstand? Why it's Todd network device and he is recording your misery as we speak.

After all, you said you didn't like pictures, nothing about video.]

I warned you that round two was coming, Todd. [Damian ducks another knife swing and points at Todd dramatically.] Did you really think I wouldn’t take up your challenge? Like I'd ever turn down an excuse to rain ruin on you Todd. [He says, because you really just asked for this.]

[ Jason growled still swiping the knife Damian’s way, but misery was his true love it seemed, and a violent set of sneezes came in fast repetition. Which was life in general just laughing at him. He tried to swipe at Damian again once he got the sneezes stopped. Dizzy, half drugged and sick as hell. This was not his day… and the damn camera.]

Turn that shit off! I swear to god I’m going to bring the pain when I get down! [ He yelled at Damian.] Shut it off!

sonofab

[Damian stares down his ...social worker... as she speaks. The woman explains the room, his bi-weekly stipend, the works. Still, Damian stares her down with a burning intensity that just screams 'I am displeased. Go. away. No mask, no Robin gear, just a pissed off teenager in a hoodie.

Clearing her throat nervously, she does leave and that's why Damian takes in his room. It didn't matter what the room looked like really, Damian wasn't having this communal living nonsense. He sees the extra beds in the room and ...that is just too many roommates. This is was 24-hour surveillance and he was not having that.

He frowns down at the device and switches it on. Have an annoyed looking ... 10-year-old? (No, he's 13 dammit, don't just assume things from his small stature!) glaring down at the camera.]

This communal living thing is not happening. What's the price range for houses or private apartments around here?

eggclipse

[ he's been scrolling through the network for much of the afternoon, mulling over various threads and the content within. while there were more pressing questions he could no doubt ask instead, it was better to start off small and inconspicuous. right? right. ]

Rather than toss another bewildered introduction into the mix, I thought I would pose a question instead. Several, in fact.

1. What were your initial reactions to your new home?

2. How do you feel about your situation as it stands now?

3. What do you do to pass the time?

deathkid

[ the feed opens with skeletal fingers holding the camera. then, it pulls back to reveal nico, sitting on a throne of bones with a silver crown atop his head. for a few seconds he merely smirks at the feed, twisting the silver skull ring on his forefinger. it's dark around him, candles on the ground nearby providing a little bit of illumination. where he's at is hard to tell, but it's obviously nowhere close to the communal housing. ]

You know, I love October. [ someone's more chipper than he was in his last post. ] It's my favorite time of year. When the boundaries between life and death are at their weakest. This is the time when we can learn the most about the past, learn the most from those that came before us.

Also, get a ton of free candy.

Naturally, this is my kind of month. And if anyone is interested, I can provide some free and real decorations. The kind you won't get in a store.

[ as if to demonstrate, the feed jostles as his skeletal cameraman tosses his head at nico. the son of hades catches it and twirls it on one finger like a basketball. ]

After all, this is my time.

thisisamazing

[The camera clicks on at an awkward angle at first, but soon the young man in a tunic and leather armor manages to right his device and set it on a table. He takes a few steps back to address it with a sheepish smile.] So, uh. Hello, everyone. Wow, this place is something else. A box that allows for instant communication... It's faster than terror-mail! I could really use some of these back home. Uh, anyway.

I've heard a lot about the Perimeter Guard, namely that you guys, uh. Kill monsters. [There's a slight, involuntary cringe at that, as if his soft heart can't quite take the thought. It's startled off him and back into a smile, though, when a large black creature stalks into the room, wide green eyes fixed curiously on him, and then the device.] This is just a little, you know, public service announcement. [Suddenly, the screen blacks out - or, more accurately, becomes filled with the shiny black scales of a Night Fury as Toothless leans in to sniff at the camera.]

C'mon, bud, I think you're- Toothless, don't-! [Toothless makes a sound almost like barks of rumbly laughter, and- then a pink tongue fills the screen. Hiccup wrestles the device back, and now the video is... a little bit watery. The dragon is back on his haunches, 'smiling' a big, gummy smile. Hiccup's voice is dry as he continues.] This is Toothless. He's my dragon, and my best friend, and he's not dangerous unless you threaten him, so if you see him around the city, you know, he's... he's not a monster. [As he fumbles with it, trying to wipe off dragon drool, Hiccup mutters just before it cuts out,] You know this doesn't wash out.

threatenwithcuteness

*Lola's a little close to her camera as she starts the video. She's definitely looking at herself in the video feed as she starts.*

This is so weeeiiird.

*Eventually she pulls back, teases her hair back to perfection, and starts.*

Me at home apparently had a lot less stress than me here. Not really a surprise nobody set my home on fire on my Earth. I also didn't get trapped with old people in bubbles that wanted us to kiss. And acid rain that tried to kill us. Oh and weird superpowers I still can't control. Also I'm definitely younger. Not like a lot younger but a few months younger. Is this how those memory jar things are suppose to work? They make you younger if you've been here longer than the memories from home cover?

I mean, better for my skin than a spa day cause I didn't have to do anything. But what if I get one of these and I'm like 20, that'd be awful. Just suddenly being older. Does this mean since I'm not as old I have to wait longer before I can see what weird sex stuff all the various festivals have behind red ropes and away from minors?

Not that, I really wanna do weird orgy things, just... I'm curious.

Anyway, seeing my friends and my dad has kinda helped make me feel better. Even if, you know, they aren't here. I guess... that's really all that's going on.

*Yes this post is entirely Lola rambling at a camera after gaining new memories from home. Look Lola does stuff don't ask why!*

ragnarsson

[The video turns on in a small room, a crib in one corner. It's getting dark outside and Ivar himself has the look of someone whose been a bit sleep-deprived lately. There's some quiet music playing in the background and it's a lot different then the usual metal that Ivar has come to enjoy. What can he say, he'll play whatever he can to get his daughter to go to sleep. She likes this stuff better than Metallica.

Winter's on the verge of falling asleep, but she's still in that state where she could potentially wake back up the minute he leaves the room, which has happened more than once. So he's stuck here until she's fully out like a light. So everyone else on the network can entertain him in the meantime. He stifles a yawn, looking thoughtful as he poses a question.]

If you got the offer to change yourself, permanently, would you take it? What if there was a trade-off, giving up something to gain something else, would you still do it?

[His eyes slide over to Winter's crib.]

And keep it down if you respond. Winter's still not fully asleep.

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?

dancingmd

There's something I've been thinking about over the past few months of being here: the portal appears to have a distinctly Human bias. I'm Human myself but I come from a universe with hundreds, if not thousands of other sapient species, yet the three of us who are here from that universe are all Humans. What's more is that no one else I've talked to here has ever encountered or even heard of the other people we share our galaxy with, no more than I'd known of Asgardians or Elves or the Prawn before I arrived. On the other hand, despite vast other differences in our realities here, most people seem to know about Humans, which seems strange to me. Surely there must be an infinite number of universes out there without Humans, right? So why are there no representatives of those worlds? Or simply more representatives of a wider variety of peoples?

Now, if this was one of the historical portals built by the inhabitants of the planet we orbit, I wouldn't think as much of it - perhaps they'd specifically target realities that were closest to their own. But if this one is supposedly a natural occurrence, then why this pattern of selection?

Any thoughts on this?

[Because surely, she can't be the only one thinking about it.]

inlaid

So tell me something.

If someone wants to go home the people in charge here will do their best to get the portal aligned so they can do just that. At the same time, there's no guarantee they'll ever manage that that someone. Which means that a person waiting for a chance to go home could end up waiting not just for weeks or months but years. Maybe even the rest of their blighted life.

Knowing this, do you think it's better to hold back putting down roots just to make it easier to get up and go if the time comes? Even if it means you may be living your life among the people but distinctly separate from them as they build their lives here?

Or is it stupid to waste time, to waste your life and potential happiness on the off chance that one day you may get to return home one day?

[Is she just being stubborn because she won't be a Council Agent anymore if she doesn't return home, or because it feels like she's selling out for an easier lifestyle and having magic at long last? Her pride and sense of honor stings at the thought. The idea of never seeing her family again, of trading them up these things makes her taste ashes in her mouth. Then again she doesn't really have a choice in the matter right now anyway. She's not actually giving anything up at this point.

Really, the more she thinks about it, the more she's coming to realize that no matter what happens, she's going to have to make sacrifices of one sort or another.]

If any has an opinion or any insight I'd appreciate it.

[There's only so long she can sit on this fence before she drives herself even crazier than she feels now.]

brightline

[The video flicks on aimed at the front of a truly glorious mansion. The camera sways back and forth a few times to show the whole front of it while Marco hums a dumb little theme song in the background. After a moment, the camera switches to front-facing mode, and Marco's face is visible. He's grinning broadly, dark eyes bright and very happy.]

Hello Riverview, my name is Marco and this is my crib.

[The camera bobs as the sound of a door opening can be heard in the background, and then Marco switches the view again so a large open-concept living space is visible for a few seconds before he switches the camera to show his face again. He crosses the room to flop down into one of the plush couches and continue smirking a bit at the camera.]

Seriously, though. Not giving the full tour but how did I miss that my sweet mansion totally came through the portal with me? No idea. But I ran into it this morning and I've been with some real estate agent all day figuring out how to get it in my name again. What a pain, right?

[A shrug of his narrow shoulders, and he offers a sardonic smile.]

Anyone else had this happen? Is it on the level?

[A pause and then he laughs a bit.]

This place is totally empty without the maids and Wetherbee.

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]

threatenwithcuteness

*No video because Lola doesn't feel cute enough for video. This is a strictly practical call for assistance and as such she's seeing zero reason to wake up enough to do her hair or anything like that.*

*Cause the girl is tired. So very tired. All the tired. And she sounds all the tired. And a little concerned. And a little like she doesn't really believe what she's saying.*

So... um... a lot of people here have weird silly nonsense powers. How did you know, um, that you had any? Or what they do? Or how to make them do what you want?

And did they make you tired all the time?

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