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I understand that there is a festival focusing on romantic love going on right now, but I was wondering if there's anyone who would like to go out on a small journey to check on the fences with myself and a few others.

This person should be relative tech-savvy, as most of us are from a world where nothing of this magnitude exists. I've heard that the only requirement is that you be willing to sit for a day of learning. Of course, you needn't only apply if you are. A healer would be nice as well.

Feel free to contact me if this interests you.

Thank you.

[Yes, Cullen is trying to get away from the happy parts of the Quarantine for reasons. Yes, this is a genuine offer.]

dancingmd

[Nine years. Nine years since she stepped back through the portal, nine years since she returned to the Enterprise, nine years that inevitably faded some of the memories of this place - but not everything. The faces she knows. Even if she forgets now where that cute little corner market was or what the hell half these gifs and memes mean anymore (if she ever understood in the first place) Beverly never forgets a coworker, a patient, a friend. And she left them all in such a hurry. The portal's connection to her time and place had been tenuous, she had to go then, or risk losing her chance to go home all together.

And now... now she's back, exhausted by the weight of war and the toll of death, new lines etched into her face. When the portal specialist told her it had only been a week since she'd left, she had to laugh. Of course. It seems this place isn't ready to let go of her.

Though not typically a frequenter of the network, it is the easiest and quickest way for her to contact multiple people at once. She doesn't want anyone (else - apologies to Lucretia) to be caught unawares by her sudden reappearance, so she leaves a quick video message:]

Good Morning. This is Dr. Beverly Crusher [of the USS Enterprise no more] reporting that I have returned to Riverview.

[For god's sake, woman, this isn't a mission log. She offers a smile - it's a little sad, but a smile nonetheless.]

I wanted to apologize to those I left without proper goodbyes. I hope you got my messages, at least. I'll be at my apartment for the rest of the day if anyone wants to stop by. Thank you.

shoplifter

[Laura has not really been on the network much, since the kidnappings had happened. She had been scarce in general; just because she was held captive all her life, after all, did not make it any easier to be thrust back into that terrible sort of world. But now she's back and has at least had some time to try and heal from those nasty little metaphoricalwounds, chewing on her pencil thoughtfully before lowering it and smiling a little from where she sits at a table in the community housing..]

I am twelve now... I have never had a birthday before, so I am not sure what to do other than to say so; since I have been here for a year now, I have decided that August is my birth month.

[She grins a bit, rather impish.]

And since I do not have the exact day, I guess every day in August will have to be my birthday. Gracias.

[LAURA NO—

Oh, the feed ended on that note.

Guess August is National Laura Month, so sorry.]

mysophobic

[ The video will be spanning over a table set inside Shigeru's house. There's lots of different types of food and beverages lining said table as Shigeru finally shows up in the feed. He'll give a little wave as his half spider half snake wraps itself around his shoulders to get a peak at what its owner is doing. ]

I was wondering if...anyone would like some cooking lessons? I'm offering them free of charge! And, um, I guess if anyone wants to help me learn how to cook different foods from their worlds that would be decent enough payment! If it's more than one person maybe we could do a class, or something like that. Unless people rather have one on one lessons then that's fine too!

[ Shigeru please you are too pure. But his happy expression turns a bit somber as he asks his next question. ]

Also does anyone know anything about curses? Or perhaps being possessed?

[ He looks a little unsure as he fiddles with his gloves and then the LED bracelet on his wrist as he pauses. There's red specks of blood on his gloves even now, but it's not as bad as they used to be. Still he'll smile again as he huffs a little, shaking his head. ]

I guess I have a few questions is all. But that's bit somber, isn't it? What's your favorite dessert from your world or that you tried here? [ Trying for some levity despite the last thing he asked. He's so not good at this sort of thing forgive him!! ]

dothelokimotion

What would you consider to be unforgivable?

madeupnames

[ >> VIDEOS SUCCESSFULLY UPLOADED TO NETWORK.

PAM — TEST VIDEO ONE

There is a sooort of human-y shaped... robot... in the screen? No, well, it has an apron on. That's literally the only remotely human-y thing about it, with it's multiple arms and little cute wheels and the pans and interesting funnels and — oh, that's a spatula in one hand! Cool. Peter has adjusted the camera feed to record it, clapping his hands together and backing away in the screen. He's got a dope shirt on and his signature hoodie and cuffed pants, and he's ready to LIGHT SHIT UP.

"Okay, here it goes — Hey Pam?"

"Yes, Petey Parker?"

"Wait, wait, I said Peter, Peter is the — did I screw up the voice recogn—"

The video stops for a second.

"Hey Pam?"

"Yes, Sweety Parker?"

"Oh my god no no no, Peter, it's—"

The video stops for a second.

"Hey Pam, can you make some pancakes?"

"Of course, Sweety Parker," she says, and then whirs to life. Peter has apparently given up on trying to make her get the name right, but that's — you know, that can be fixed later. Batter from the fixture on her back moves through a tube and into a funnel and — proceeds to overfill the pan underneath it, getting batter all over the kitchen stove.

"Oh crap!"

PAM — TEST VIDEO TWO

"Hey Pam, can you make some pancakes?"

She gets through the batter funneling thing okay, but then when it's time to FLIP the pancake, it ends up flying up and sticking to the ceiling. Peter stares up with a slack jaw for a moment, and then rubs his face with a groan. Don't worry, he'll crawl up the wall to get that off, but only when the video's off and nobody's around. Cool.

PAM — TEST VIDEO FIVE

This time will be different! Pamela's been fitted with a new arm, and the idea is she flips the pancake from one pan to the other, so both sides can be heated. Peter is much more covered in flour and pancake mix than the last few failures. The only problem is that the piston is too overpowered the first time, so when she flips the pancake onto the other pan, the two pans just VIOLENTLY SMASH TOGETHER AND THE WHOLE ARM COMES OFF.

"Oh my god Pam, are you oka—"

"The pancakes are complete—"

PAM — TEST VIDEO SEVEN

The pancake is thrown unceremoniously at Peter's head.

PAM — TEST VIDEO NINE

Peter hides behind a table he has flipped over for protection. Pamela starts speed-making pancakes. There are too many pancakes. TOO MANY PANCAKES OH MY GOD THEY'RE FLYING NOW—Also note to self, Pam's ability to process the human language is way worse than Siri, because 'Stop making pancakes" apparently sounds like "Top the pancakes", so she shoots blueberries into the mix from the secondary container on her back. It's terrible. But Peter does eat the berries off the counter.

PAM — TEST VIDEO TEN

Pam wheels around in a circle to move towards Peter at the table.

"The pancakes are complete."

Her wheel gets caught on something and she topples completely over, sending pancakes flopping across the surface of the table. Peter winces, looking over the edge and at the fallen machine.

"... Thanks, Pam."

From the floor: "You're welcome, Sweety."]

[Live VIDEO.]

[Peter sits at the table, red in the face with his hands on his temples.]

... That supposed to be a video invitation thing about Bad Movie Night.

Those're — um. Just. Ignore those. Those're just a, a thing for robotics, um. I'm just ironing out the kinks with the AI programming and the... anyway. Since things have been so stressful lately in Riverview, I thought maybe... you guys would like to rent out a school room and watch awful movies next weekend? Just let me know if you wanna hang out there with us, I'm kinda just leaving it an open invitation kind of deal.

I've got Plan 9 From Outer Space? And Birdemic. And you can bring whatever bad movies you want, too. No pressure, though. I've never really done one of these, I usually just watch them with my friend back home, but I figure... spread the love, right? Because man, we can all just take a little break—

[There's something whirring to life off-screen. "Processing command...! Yes, Sweety Parker, I will make the pancakes."

VrOOM SHE'S WHEELING OFF IN THE BACKGROUND, and Peter nearly knocks his chair over to follow her. He slaps for the network device, mostly-offscreen.]

Nononono, Pam, I didn't say—

[End feed.]

((OOC: Action for Communal Kitchen Floor 2 is also totally fine, if you wanna drop in on Pam and Peter, maybe try to get some free pancakes.

Bad movie night might have a log this Saturday, so stay tuned for that possibility.))

luckyescape

[The video flicks on and Freya's smiling happily at the screen.]

Hello boys and girls, we have a great program for you today. It'll include fun topics like: why you should NOT use glitter on the 14th floor of the communal housing, how to make a model using a lot of glue and we'll throw in a little bit about forces and how they work. Let's tune in with our co-host for more information! [The picture blurs and then Lockon appears in focus with glitter... everywhere.]

Don't be alarmed that our co-host looks like a stripper. That's his night job... not his day job/

[Lockon shakes his head, which of course just makes the glitter stuck in his hair more noticeable, and chuckles.] Actually, my co-host here decided that since our model is supposed to be in space, there needed to be stars. And threw the glitter. [He's standing next to said model which, in all honesty, looks like a grade five science project.]

You brought the glitter.

To apply carefully to the model. Which is not me, by the way.

But you're so cute with glitter! Look at you shine. I can't look away because you're so pretty Neil.

Hey, only my brother gets to call me that!

How about I call you honey or snoochums?

[Lockon grumbles.] Honey is fine. [Is he blushing a little? Why, yes, yes he is.]

Great! So, kids or whoever our raved viewers are, you'd like to know about how this model works right? Honey? Want to explain the space elevator?

Right! [Lockon clears his throat and tries to look like he isn't shimmering at every angle. He gestures to what looks like a papier-mâché Earth. The oceans and continents are painted on in rough approximations of their shapes. It's a little lumpy for Earth, but it's not like they had a globe they could just modify!]

As you can see, this is Earth. Here, here, and here are the orbital elevators that lead from the surface into space. [Three long spokes, that look like they were once hangers, stick out from the model.] On the Earth I'm from, we use solar power and these three elevators are the key to harnessing it.

For those kids who don't know, solar power is energy that is collected from the sun! [She flashes Neil a smile.] Tell us honey~ where do these elevators go? what are they used for?

They're the support structures for these, [He points to the two rings, which were also once hangers, around the model Earth.] They also serve as a means of transport between the surface and space. After all, someone has to maintain the equipment in space right?

Right. So what do people do in space Hoooooney.

Maintain the equipment that provided solar energy to Earth. Let me add the disclaimer now: I'm not a scientist of any sort. This is the sort of information you'd get on the documentary on the ride into space.

[He pauses, giving a serious look to the camera, before turning his attention back to the shoddy model. ] This outer ring, the high orbital ring as it's called, is home to the disks that harness the sun's energy like... solar panels. Where the ring intersects with the orbital elevator there's a high orbital station staffed with personnel to protect and maintain the function of the disks.

There we have it! Thank you for tuning into today's session of WE HAVE GLITTER! See us next time

[Freya flashes another flirty smile and then the screen goes black.]

[ooc: Actions are open for floor Communal Floor 14. For video's let us know in the subject if it's for Freya, Neil or both. If it's for one of them and it isn't private, the other might chime in! BLUE is Freya & GREEN is Neil.]

madeupnames

Hey, so, need a hand — shit — damn it —

[LANGUAGE.

Also sorry, there's a THUMP-TING noise, because he clips into a light post he did noooot see in the middle of swinging over the city.

The feed spins to life, a red, white, and black masked face in instant view for a moment before the video rolls and rolls — a cement roof underfoot, as the figure stumbles with a gasp of surprise before pretty much crash-landing. The screen is black, the unseen figure moans, and then, holding achy ribs (it was a light fall, no worries, but the way this hurts way more when it didn't before is a little unnerving), he reappears again. It's the local Spider-Man, and the feed doesn't seem to want to stop shivering as the wind whistles. He swallows. Or, um, tries to, but he seems to have some trouble with that.

It's late in the afternoon, the light fading from the sky, and he's breathless from the running (swinging, climbing, panicking) he'd just done.]

Sorry! [Swallow.] Sorry. I fell, but I'm good. I'm, I'm fantastic. Never better. Don't tell Tony Stark. [An A-OK sign is held up with his fingers, the mask blissfully blank and pleasant and voice tempered into something less panicked; cool, we're in hero mode.] Uh, I was out looking for — for these two, Billy and Teddy? They haven't been around, so I was worried they'd... And then Lanie, she's this kid from the park, her mom can't find her. And I owe her, like, five front of the line amusement park coins at this point — right, not the time. But I've been scouting because her mom is seriously freaking out, and...

There were — there was this younger lady was flagging me for help. Said she hurt their ankle while she was out running, so I swung over, but it was tooootally a trap. Like, full-on 'Mouse Trap, look out, don't go for the cheese' kind of trap . And when I went to pick the lady up and take her to the hospital — [He seems to choke on the word a little, swallowing again, straining against something at his throat.] She snapped this on me, and some of their buddies jumped out to grab me once they knew it was latched and working.

[With a nervous chuckle, he shows the metal collar around his neck, which he vainly tries to claw his fingers under.

It's doing something to me. I can't see and hear things like I used to, and my strength's freakin' gone, and nothing's dialed to 11 right now. Like, it just sapped the powers right out of me. And let me tell you, swinging around when you've got no endurance and no healing factor is really scary! Indiana Jones is nuts. [A breathless laugh, brushing the situation off as easy-breezy and not an issue.] They must've thought my webshooters were a part of my powers or something, because they were were surprised when I took off like a bat out of heck. A-anyway, I'm really sorry. I didn't... I should've went after them, but I'm... I'm having a hard time focusing... a little...

This thing is, like, so uncomfortably tight. I think the clasp works like handcuffs do. [Another uncomfortable laugh that may or may not be bordering on a panic attack, as he scrapes gloved fingers against the too-tight collar again.] I can't even get the mask off.

[A pause, and he looks toward where he had swung in from — as if he's considering going back to the park, torn between common sense and his job as both a hero and perimeter guard member. "Peter, your heart rate is unnaturally high," Karen the AI says helpfully in his ear. He's trying to breathe against the fabric of the mask. His vision is blurry.

... He needs his glasses. But he doesn't own glasses anymore.

A bit more defeatedly:]

... Can anyone get this thing off and, I don't know. Figure out how it works?

Please?

almightiness

CITIZENS OF RIVERVIEW, THIS IS ALL MIGHT SPEAKING!!

[Yes buddy, everyone can tell just by that trumpet of mighty words. But after the rather energized and familiar sound, it dies down into something far more restrained and concerned; this is a serious matter, and it will be handled with utmost severity. As such, the man addresses the community at large from his hero-mode burner phone, as he tends to when needing to speak to a wider audience.]

As of recent months, the youth of Riverview had been in terrible danger — gone missing far too often, in fact, and at first I'd feared the creatures in the sky had been the potential suspect. Alas, when I leapt after the beasts and followed them to their living areas, I found no trace of those many children who had vanished...!

And now, to make matters worse... I believe even more people are starting to vanish from our streets.

Not simply children, but people of all ages and powered abilities...! Stolen away from right under our very noses. [His voice goes tense and tinged with worry, not like his usual characteristic, boisterous television-like persona, but something genuine and fraught with worry for his fellow man.] Please, feel free to use this space to report any missing persons — or share any information you may have with the general public. We need to figure out our numbers lost, and from there we can attempt to backtrack their steps and locate the reason behind this string of vanishings.

TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE, AND THE LONGER IT TAKES TO LOCATE THESE MISSING PERSONS, THE LESS CHANCE THEY HAVE AT BEING RESCUED SAFELY. RIVERVIEW! PLEASE BE CAREFUL AND TRY TO STAY TOGETHER IF POSSIBLE! THIS IS A TRUE CRISIS.

I will leave this line open through the coming days, in case any new reports or concerns come in!

[OOC: I'll be replying around as All Might, but this is a general mingle network post for anyone who wants to point out so-and-so's missing, or have information to share but don't necessarily want to make a post for it! I figured it'd be nice to have a place where missing characters can be noted and fretted over. Have at it, guys, and threadjack to your heart's content. I'll also leave it open for future-dated stuff as well if you need it! Basically, feel free to use this however.]

winscenario

[ The video starts with one of Jim's usual smiles. For those who recognize the location, he's sitting at his desk at the Perimeter Guard. ]

So, after some rocky couple of months, it looks like we're settling in for a quieter month. I don't know about you, but I'm definitely not complaining. Everyone should take the opportunity to relax a little and have some fun, but please be careful. Keep in mind that things can stop being peaceful and safe pretty fast.

Building on that thought, I'd like to reinforce we are always accepting new members at the Perimeter Guard. Can't have too many of us. Also, if you can pilot ships, shuttles or airplanes, I'm always looking for more members for the aerial unit, more specifically.

If anyone's curiosity is piqued, feel free to drop by and ask for Captain James T. Kirk. I'll be happy to show you around.

[ And he leans in as though he's turning off the camera...

(( BLOCKED FROM @FRANKENSTEIN ))

... but instead he just fiddles with a couple of settings before going on to add. ]

I was also wondering if anyone here could teach me how to waltz? Or any other similar dance, really. Something nice and romantic. [ A nod. ] Thanks.

[ And now he's done. ]

((ooc: WHOOPS FORGOT TO ADD. If you want your character to join the aerial unit (they can still keep other jobs or remain in other branches of the perimeter guard in case you're wondering) please JOIN HERE! Thank you! ♥))

11calls

Grief, Sympathy, Madness and Anger:
Spreading an artificial plague.

After an extensive investigation conducted by this reporter with great assistance by Dr. Richard Strand and Officer Peter Grant of the London Magical Crime Unit as well as an anonymous source, the ISR has discovered the identity of the person who released the plague that was both a combination of magic and nanite technology as pointed out by both Dr. Victor Frankenstein and Tony Stark the younger in network posts. The culprit is a local woman, Sarah White, 49. Whiteis an engineer who specializes in magically-enhanced robotics giving her the ability and knowledge and skills to release this artificial virus. White is currently in police custody.

The virus was released on May 1st by City Hall, according to multiple witnesses who saw White in the area acting suspiciously. Extremely contagious by design, White artificial virus spread through the population, attacking both native and newcomer like a wildfire without any one set of symptoms or a period of illness. The only thing that the virus had in common in every instance was that the victim spent a period of time in a coma, and then woke up with no sign of having the disease or the ability to catch it again.

No new cases have been reported as of June first, and everyone who was previously infected has been awaken from their comas, with the magic and the nanites stopped.

While this reporter did not interview White herself, extensive research reveals that other than working as an engineer, during the first epidemic that affected the settlement ten years ago, White entire family was killed. Given that she had the ability to kill everyone within Riverview, and didn’t, and the attack happened during the month of Memoria which this reporter does not think is a coincidence.

More updates on the story as we get them.

Update #1
Dr. Frankenstein reported to us that in looking for a cure from immune patients, he'd collected blood samples. Those blood samples show no further signs of the virus. He adds, "My guess is that Miss White deactivated the nanites or sent some sort of command for them to be destroyed once the month of Memoria was over."

jolting

If I could have everyone's attention, please.

As you're all no doubt aware by now, there's a serious illness that's been spreading around. I guess we know why we call this the Quarantine. In any case, I need everyone who is currently sick to report to the hospital immediately. I don't care if you're some immortal being or your society advanced in medical science enough that you think you can beat this. This disease has affected people from all different worlds and bypassed any natural defenses. If you are unable to report to the hospital on your own power, please let me know and I'll arrange for you to get there. I've already had the disease so don't worry about me catching it from you.

The main symptoms I've observed have similarities with the common cold or influenza, combined with conflicting sensory perception. If you have this disease, you're likely experiencing audio or visual hallucinations or possibly a combination of these. It seems that the disease is spread in the usual ways: coughing, sneezing, sharing saliva, as well as physical contact.

As Mr. Stark mentioned earlier, there has been some progress made on temporarily deactivating the nanites that are causing this disease. However, we need a more permanent solution and for that, I'll need some assistance. I need someone skilled in magical arts. Witch, wizard, sorcerer, whatever the hell you want to call yourself. Those who aren't sick or are already immune would be preferable, obviously, but I'll take whoever is willing at this point.

I promise that I will do everything in my power to figure this thing out and find a permanent cure.

buildsomething

[The video flicks on to Tony's tired face, though he actually looks pretty good, considering that he's still mildly sick. He grins at the camera, though, the pleased look of someone who's managed something.]

Hey, so. For anyone still caught with this plague thing, I've got a...well, not a fix. A work around, maybe. A focused EMP seems to deactivate the nanities long enough for some of the symptoms to fade, at least for a little while. It doesn't get rid of the things entirely, but it should give you a nice break from feeling like shit.

I'd like to thank my lovely assistants for working with me on this.

[The camera pans across the workroom to focus on the couch, and the two bodies sprawled on it. The eagle-eyed might recognize one (or both) of them as Bucky Barnes, but the way they're both just kind of slumped in a heap makes it kind of hard to tell. It's not that large a couch.

One of them twitches slightly, and there's a snort as Tony turns the camera back on himself.]

That's it for now. I'm still working on a more permanent solution, but magic is really not my thing. Someone else wants to have a crack at that part, be my guest.

[A sudden crash comes from what seems like the vicinity of that couch, and Tony gives the screen a sardonic look before the feed cuts.]

justbeginning

[ There's a moment of dead air first. Very brief, just long enough for a breath (a hesitation, possibly, it's all relative). Then: ]

Riverview Quarantine, this is Dr. Elizabeth Weir speaking. Now, you might be thinking that you don't know me. [ Her tone warms. ] Don't worry; the feeling's mutual. Since I've been very generously offered the position of public representative to the government of Riverview, making some introductions felt pretty prudent.

[ There's the slightest bit of emphasis on generously: not quite sarcastic, not entirely sincere. She pauses briefly. ]

I'll be honest and say I really don't plan on being in this city long-term. If they make the right calibrations to send me home, I'm gonna take that opportunity. But for however long I am here? My job is to make sure we're all heard and that our needs are met. I'll be representing all of you. And I don't intend to take that responsibility lightly.

So, you can-- consider my door open. [ Elizabeth seems pretty optimistic about that, at least? ] Unless the paperwork was misleading, that should be half the point of the job.

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