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[So when the message turns on, the phone is at an odd angle for Alex who normally just does audio posts. But it's being filmed from above her, even though you can see that she's not holding it. Or not standing on the ground either. Instead, the red of the sofa in Alex's office is seen, and she is standing on it and jumping up to try and reach the phone.

Or the coffee that is also hovering just out of reach. Or her laptop which ditto.]

Come on, what the fuck is happening right now.?! Oh my gawd, just come here!

[And she jumps again, but realizes that the light is on on her phone.]

Um. Help? Things just starting doing this!

[And she waves her hand to indicate what this is, making the items move in time with it like she's scrolling through her ipad. Guess who's got magic now!]

madeupnames

[The feed opens with Peter on his bed.

Not hungover, thank you.

But he looks a little rumpled, in that healthy way, a way that says he's actually gonna sleep early today.]

Ummm. So... This is weird. I, okay — here it goes.

Number one... Hey, hi, I'm — I'm 16-year-old Peter Parker. Not the puny one in the Iron Man mask anymore. But thanks a lot if you helped me out, back there; it means a lot. I was a little bit of a handful and all, but you guys were awesome babysitters? That's kind of embarrassing, but you know, that's just how a Parker rolls.

[Peter breathes out a sigh after a moment's hesitation, leaning back from the feed and tapping a pen on a notebook on his knee that is probably too full of science mumbo-jumbo and math notes — among other things. Liiiike bullet points on what to say for this message. He feels like he's got butterflies in his stomach, honestly. Which is stupid. But he's never been great at having an audience; you wouldn't catch him in drama with all those actor-types.

Okay, Pete. Just go down your list, you got this.]

Mr. Stark — Tony Stark, that is... and Sam Wilson, they've gone home. Captain America, too. A lot of people have: people from my world, some from worlds like it — and friends I got to make from wildly different places have left, too. And I just... wanna say, this place has been so good to me, you know? Sure, some really messed up stuff happened here and there, but. But it's been a place where I could think. And make new friends. And be way more open than I was back home.

I just know what I have to do now. It's been eating at me for a while, so... Decisions made. And all that.

I'm gonna take the next portal they can give me, and I'll be going home as soon as I get the word. [Some people know what that means. A lot of people don't, and he doesn't plan to tell them the grim reality behind it] There's a ton I have to do back home, responsibilities I gotta tend to and things I gotta be a part of, for better or worse. And it's not right for me to put it off. Like... how you avoid studying for the SATs until the night before? Yeah, it's super irresponsible.

... I don't know when it'll be exactly. I guess nobody does. Or else we wouldn't get pulled here or pushed away.

But yeah.

[He swallows.]

Anyway. I'd like to do as much as I can on my dumb to-do list thing, for this really weird and long vacation I've been on. I wanna hang out with all my friends who're still here and really just... have a lot of fun? Until I go back to my usual life. I hate goodbyes, so I'm not gonna think about saying them right now, but I just wanted everyone to know you've been so awesome, and I've learned so much, and I've had a blast.

... Mostly. Not including being hungover.

[He smiles a little more, warm and confident in his words.]

And, um, for certain people, I've got something else to tell them?

But I'll let you know in a more private feed.

nobasisinfact

It seems someone felt it appropriate to put some sort of concoction in my tea. While not completely debilitating I find the results, irritating.

I'd appreciate it if someone happened to know exactly what idiotic concoction of the month is supposed to cause color blindness. Complete color blindness.

[There's a grumble after a few seconds.]

Because of course, this place would do something this stupid.

livingsymbol

[Steve is restless and it shows. He's looking at the camera almost like he's waiting for it to jump out at him or he's challenging it in some way. While he's making an attempt to look friendly, he's also giving the network a far too serious amount of effort, like he's trying too hard at presenting what he has to say. Steve has a message and apparently it is An Important Issue.]

I'm starting a book club. If any of you have some things you'd like to share, I figure it can't hurt to get together and look at them as a group. If you're interested, let me know. I need the experience. Maybe some of you do too.

[ooc: While Steve says "book club" what he's really doing is creating meeting sessions for people to try new things using a book someone likes as a launching point. It's an interactive book club for trying new hobbies. Because Steve has to get his hands dirty at all times. If you're interested, I will make some book club related logs for sharing activities and messes as well.]

dothelokimotion

What would you consider to be unforgivable?

inebriety

[Tony and Loki staring at everyone with shiteating grins on this great fourth of July.]

We’re happy to present the American Eagle. Customized for this very celebration, Captain America’s birthday. It has many features. Note its colourful plumage and the fact that it can sing the national . . . anthem? I believe that is what it called. Though why a nation needs its own song, I know not.

[Tony rolling his eyes.]

Because God Bless America etc etc. Our great nation was created so we may all look upon those asses today.

And since I blessed it last year, I have come again to bless it once more. With this eagle and my continued presence to his ass.
( Poorly made gif under the cut )

livingsymbol

[Steve's being restless and actually exploring the more risque side of Carnivale this time around. Part of him is a little bit salty, but he's trying not to show it. Whether or not that is working, well, it probably depends on his conversation partner. There is a lot of noise in the background - talking, laughing, and the low thrum of bass beats.]

Does anyone want to show me how to do this?

[He turns his phone camera toward some nearby people, who are apparently customers outside of Trixie, lounging at tables and enjoying the party. Apparently the theme for the night is lingerie and everyone is dressed to fit. One of the women he turns to says something too muffled to hear in the din, but the message is clear from her grin and inviting gesture.]

Thanks, no. I don't have one. Maybe next time.

[He turns the camera back to himself, smiling a little bit dryly.]

They look like they're having fun. [Anyway.] I know we're all pretty used to holidays here, but I've been thinking a lot lately about my home. Right now, we'd be celebrating the birth of a nation. And a dream... Since some of you have been here for a while, I'd like to know more about the worlds you came from. We've got a unique city on this moon. People from all kinds of places. I'd like to celebrate that too, if you'll allow it.

[Filtered away from MCU!Loki]

And if anyone sees Loki, can you do me a favor? Wish him a happy birthday. The older one. He's probably going to avoid it, but he should enjoy the day too.

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?

evite

( broadcasting live from the dark cave that is her bedroom, skye opts for the safety of semi-anonymous texting when facing the wide open world of the network. granted, her username is literally a pun on her name, so it's not exactly the most subtle option in the world... but she's sticking to it. she thinks she's funny, anyway. )

is there a doctor in the house?

( or, you know, on the moon. )

att: my arms are killing me.jpg
if you make house calls, i'll pay double.

angelic_archer

(Joint post from Jace Wayland ~~Herondale, Lightwood, Whatever~~ and Alec Lightwood-Bane.)

[When the broadcast begins, the video pans across the interior of the LUX nightclub. The space is lit enough to show the details of the speakeasy inspired decor but dim enough to give the impression of what the club will be like when it's open.

Eventually the feed stops on a blond playing Fur Elise at a grand piano. Alec sets his phone down, bracing it so that it has a clear view and won't move. He sits down beside Jace. He waits a few beats before accompanying his parabatai. The two of them begin playing a ragtime version of the song, each player pausing at certain points and the other easily picking up the melody. When they're finished, Alec turns toward the camera.]

A few months ago, Magnus and I opened up the LUX building for renters. We've been working on opening the nightclub on the main and basement floors, and we almost have everything ready. We're planning to make the club like the apartments, welcoming to those who have felt that they're different. This will be a safe place to enjoy themselves. Mostly I was thinking that this would be a place for beings who are supernatural but it'll be open to anyone who is willing to follow the rules and not cause trouble.

LUX is going to be a music club, but right now, I have only two performers. If you're interested in playing at the club, please contact either Jace or me and we can discuss setting up an audition.

[As Alec mentions the Lux being a safe place, Jace begins playing C Jam Blues. He’s definitely showing off and enjoying the jazz piece immensely. Right up until he hears his name and then he stops and leans in closer to Alec, eyes on the phone.]

Bring your own sheet music. Diversity is important. If you don’t have any musical talent don’t call me. Unless you’re hot and looking for date. Or you have some other talent. Like bartending or waiting tables.

[Scowling at Jace, Alec elbows his parabatai in the ribs.] You’re not the only one who’ll be holding auditions. I’m the owner, remember?

[Jace smiled and rubbed at his ribs for a moment before beginning a new piece. Moonlight Sonata.] You’re the boss. I just toss drinks and rule breakers.

And play the piano. [Shaking his head, he looks more amused than annoyed by Jace’s comments.] If anyone wants to audition or interview, let us know.

(ooc: If you prefer either Jace or Alec to answer, note which one you want to answer in the subject line or in the tag.)

loveconquers

[ Meg wanted to just send out a text, quick and to the point. But, she needed this to be a little personal because that's all it was. He was her family and she'd gone four long years without him. Having him back for a little under 2 months was more than she could have had.

It could be all she will have. She doesn't know.

And that's why she needs to do this. She might not have bothered otherwise... Back home, she wasn't responsible for the announcements or notifications to family and friends, but her mother wasn't here. She spent a long time wondering if she should even do this or let people find out on their own, but it was the right thing to do. His leaving impacted more than just her. When he hadn't come back, she'd figured he might've been caught up with whatever was going on, but then the other pieces fell into place. He'd been sent away. This time, she promises to herself, she won't lash out and destroy what she's kind of set herself up for here. It hurts. It hurts, but it's a familiar pain.

At least she knows what to do with it now and that she can fix it. No, now that she will fix it. Her voice is even when she finally addresses the network, wanting to keep this as brief as possible. It was easier to internalize it than to scream and cry. Though, she can't stop a few tears as she can hear his voice in her mind. Just like she can't help the way her voice cracks at his name.

Be strong for me, Meglet. It'll all work itself out. You'll see. ]

For anyone who might have known him, Dr. Alex Murry is gone. He did wall research and development. I--

[ She's not sure what else needs to be said. Apologizing feels wrong. She can only hope that he didn't go back to Camazotz. Or if he did, he isn't there alone for long. There's a pause filled with a shaky breath as she searches for how to end this before just turning it off. ]

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.]

backwaterbelle

[The video starts with her bare hand pulling away from the lens to reveal a woman in her young thirties sitting cross-legged on the edge of a high-rise building's roof. She's replacing her glove out of habit, and is otherwise covered from neck to toe. The stark white patch gives her identity away to anyone who may be from either her universe, or a similar one. At least, that's her hope.

She had debated whether to do this post via text or audio, but she's learned that hiding behind anonymity when trying to reach out to distrustful and likely persecuted people didn't tend to go over well. And this mutant Avenger wants this to go over well.

Clearing her throat, Rogue places her hands on either knee. Time to talk to the people and hopefully do right by Charles.]

Some of y'all might know me from home, or a similar alternate universe that's got the Avengers and people with strange and amazing powers. [She reaches up to tap her hair in an almost salute.] For those who don't, ah'm Rogue and back home ah'm known as the leader of the Avengers Unity Squad, a group of hero-types made up of humans, inhumans, and mutants put together by very one star spangled individual.

[The PR Squad trying to show the world that all the folks with superpowers could make nice and get along. Nevermind that Cap disbanded it for not coloring between the lines.

Without seemingly any effort, Rogue levitates above her concrete perch.]

That bein' said, before ah became an Avenger ah was part of the X-Men. [So mutant.] Back home we run a boarding school, helpin' those with powers learn how to control them and use them for good movin' forward. It a sanctuary, and ah'd like to organize somethin' like that here.

[Pushing her hair out of her face, she quieted a moment as though considering something else.
In the end, she chooses to simply smile and leave the threats for when she actually maybe has students to protect.]

Now don't feel you got to answer with video, or publicly. Ah get havin' a secret identity and truth be told ah might already know you back home without knowin' you here. [She shrugs. Tough cookies y'all.] It'll be weird, but in our line of work, weird is the baseline. Regardless, ah ain't gonna spill the beans, but feel free to take any non-aggressive preventative measures you want when contacting me.

[Or take aggressive measures. She doesn't appear worried about that option as she cuts the feed.]

[OOC | Apologies for the length of the post, but TL;DR Rogue is reaching out to Avengers, mutants/X-Men, and anyone with powers either wanting to help or wanting help. This is not just limited to mutants, but she is definitely looking for other mutants. Please reach out to me OOCly

Schistto discuss any aggressive measures your character might take because I am definitely open to playing them out.]

eusebeia

[ weeks have passed since diana of themyscira's arrival. while her search for ares has taken a temporary detour, there is still a great deal to explore in this new realm. which is why she has decided to grace the network with her presence. diana, meet riverview. riverview, meet diana. ]

This is an incredible world. With wonders I have never witnessed before.

Like ice cream 🍦
And other types of amazing food 🍕 🍔 🍟 🍩 🍪 🍫 🍰

Which is your favorite?

inebriety

[Did your non-American character think that because they weren't even on Earth they could get away from the obnoxious 4th of July posts? Think again!]
( This is just obnoxious 4th of July spam )

potentialed

[ He wasn't really wanting to do something like this but since people keep comparing him to his... other self, he might as well clear this up on a larger scale.

He gets a sigh out before the video cuts on. He adjusts it to where he can address the camera directly but not in close-up. ]

I am Doctor Stephen Strange. I just arrived here a few days ago and I am aware that many of you already know of another Stephen Strange. Those of you I have met and have been here longer, at any rate.

I want to make this clear to people from here on: just approach me like someone you've never met. It doesn't matter if you know the other Strange here or have heard the name. I just got here. I have not lived his life, I have not done his deeds. Do not confuse me for him because I am not him.

I am sure all of you are well aware of the multiverse situation here so you know this is possible.

[ He does sigh through his nose now. He's kind of annoyed he has to do this at all. Before adding, ]

I hold a position at Riverview Hospital and am an Advisor at Gramarye Magic Research. If anyone needs help medically or... magically, I guess, I will do what I can. I just ask that my wishes be respected as well.

[ And with that, the feed ends. ]

inebriety

[Tony has the Iron Man helmet with face plate up and one of the gauntlets on which he uses to wave at the camera. He's smiling brightly, but there are bags under his eyes and the flush to his cheeks are from more than just excitement.]

Some of you might remember a certain someone's offer to trade junk into something better. Please be sure to get the right guy because I don't work for scraps. If you have trouble telling us apart, other me is highly strung and a little sensitive.

[He taps his fingers against his chin.]

Perhaps we should change names as well. I was already thinking of rebranding Iron Man and getting a new paint job. And he can be... do you think he'd mind if I called him Greg? Or is that a little too morbid using a dead man's name? He'd have to dye his hair too, we look terrible in white otherwise...

[He picks up a bottle with his uncovered hand and takes a drink.]

Okay, it probably is. This silly event has got me maudlin I see.

amelioraate

[ Good whatever-fucking-time-it-is-now Riverview! You are being graced with the not-so-rare sight of one Tony Stark after spending too much time in the perimeter defence office throwing himself into work and, if you are to go by the state of his hair and the few smudges of grease on his face, perhaps throwing himself into some of the machinery that can be seen strewn about the place. (It really doesn't look any better from the last time you saw it, Riverview, still a chaotic mess).

With a twitch of his mouth, Tony settles his chin on his folded hands and peers into the feed, eyebrow cocked in a way that made him look equal parts insane and amused.]

So, I have been digging into some random things that I have been able to get my hands on as of late and, overall I have to say I am very impressed with the tech in this place. I mean, sure interdimensional portal and all that, but have you seen some of their basic routeing systems? Well, beyond the shitty ones that like to die and not work and--

[ Shit, wait. There was a reason he was doing this, right.

Tony blinks a few times, shakes his head, and continues.]

Point is, there is a lot I can dig into, lots of things that I can make, but only if I have the parts. So, here's the deal; whoever can bring me scraps of machines and computers, tech that seems mostly useless, please do. In return, I will be more than willing to work with, well, anyone that wants something that is a little harder to come by here.

[ Pushing back, Tony leans back in the chair he is sitting in and runs his hands through his hair.]

While I did say I was out of the weapons manufacturing back home, I can make exceptions here, so if there is something you want in particular, let me know. Within reason, of course.

[ There is a flash of a grin as he leans back in, a quick wink, before the feed cuts out. ]

wingedman

I know I've told some of you about this already, and maybe other people heard about it from Wanda, but I'm just gonna make this official without sending out engraved invitations. We're gonna have a dinner on April 15th at the Riverview Community Center; I rented a room there so that we'd all have a place to fit. I figure that if we're all gonna end up working together at some point or another, then we'd better get to know each other first - and, let's be real, we all have questions about these parallel universes.

Before you ask, yes, you can bring a guest, just give me a heads up so I know how many people to prepare for. And it's a potluck, so make sure to bring something - buy a dish or make it, whatever you feel most comfortable with. I can't feed all you people and a couple of super-soldiers on what the Perimeter Guard pays, okay?

[Sam grins at the camera. He can't resist the urge to poke a little fun at Steve(s).]

If there's anything I haven't thought of or if you have any special dietary restrictions that aren't eldritch horrors, just let me know.

[ooc: even if Sam hasn't spoken to/met your characters personally, just assume that he's heard about them through the grapevine, because we all know these dang Marvels are a bunch of gossips. also castmates accepted in this app round are more than welcome as well! although the IC date for the dinner is april 15, I'll be posting it this week and forward-dating it.]

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