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WARNING DO NOT BUY USED FURNITURE OFF THE NETWORK!! Some of the sellers here are VERY unscrupulous! I am now the proud owner of:

- 1 cursed endtable (IT KEEPS INSULTING MY MOTHER WHEN I'M TRYING TO SLEEP??)

- 1 set of drawers that was housing a colony of space termites

- 1 mattress that is stained with either blood or cranberry juice or chocolate i'm not sure which. maybe all 3? now i have to sleep on a futon like i'm 19 yrs old again and it's KILLING my back

Anyway is anyone in the market for some gently used furniture?

[ jk jk he's not a big enough to dick to unload this NIGHTMARE FURNITURE onto anybody else. ]

foxtrots

Ah, this might be a strange question.

[has that ever stopped him before? nope. but the fact that he acknowledges that such a thing is even possible counts for something.]

I was curious about tattoos, and if you have them, why you got them. I know some people like pretty things on their skin, and I think that's fine. Your body's the only thing that's really yours, right?

[though minsu's been through his share of those as a shape-shifter, he's finally settled on one that has meaning to him. too much so to cast aside.]

But does anyone have one that's really meaningful to you? Like something you really wanted to make a part of you forever.

I have something like that now, and I thought I'd look for a place that does them after work.

shoplifter

[The feed opens to Laura looking a little uncomfortable in her own skin — you'd think she was in trouble again or something, forced to give another on-screen admission. But nope! Trouble was totally a few days ago. She's been an angel as of late (or as close to one as a stabby mutant can be). Instead, Linda motions for her to go ahead and start her video broadcast. What for, you ask? She steels herself.]

Prijata is coming up; it is a celebration to give people things. I am not very good at it.

But we had wood-carving for the end of the year art project, so I — made some... wooden dolls for people. [She pauses, looking up again at Linda. She motions for her to continue on.] I am not very good at it yet, so the painting is not perfect. Even so, I have... made... many good friends. Friends I didn't think I would make. So... Quiero agradecer a mis amigos. I want to thank my friends.

[This is clearly something she's not used to saying. At all. And her cheeks are slightly flustered by the time she stops and she's plucking at her tattered shirt sleeve — a new visual compared to the usually cool and collected child who never seems to care enough to be embarrassed. It's just, you know. It's different when it's something you've made for someone else. And it is their faces, a face she had studied in that way of hers over the last few weeks as she worked on the project. Her bed is covered in crafting materials, a sign she'd rushed to get them done in time.

She shows them in detail, don't worry about being left in suspense. Indeed, they're all carved carefully from wooden bits, with little items and clothing pieces glued together.

The kid sits in this earnest hope that she did well enough to not be teased. It's a normal thing to do, right? Something a person does, not a science project.

She hopes it's obvious who is who:]

I can bring them to you, wherever you are... if you want yours. If you do not, I can keep them on my dresser.

[Honestly, knowing how many she made is an eye-opener for her; she didn't realize she cared about so many people here.]

.... Feliz Prijata.

[... Even if it's a bit early.]

realists

[ simple text, straightforward and easy: ]

What are the birthday traditions on your home planets?

[ jyn hasn't celebrated a birthday in something like... fifteen years so to say she's out of practice would be a gross understatement. she tells herself this is cultural anthropology, her mother would be proud. TIME TO LEARN, time to attempt to live like a normal human being... ]

nostalgiabomb

[ INT. Shared Housing, Floor 13, Room 4 – Very Late Night.

We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.

In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]

I am Groot?

[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.

Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.

DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.

Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.

The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]

Groot, what are you—?

[ Busted.

Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]

Oh, son of a—

[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]

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!

bastardofipswich

M4M SEEKING: NEW ARCH-ENEMY
18yo swm in search of new arch-enemy!! i took a 3 month long nap and my old one left the city with his gf :(

must be:

male
ages 17-21
btwn 5'10" - 6'3"
athletic
able to take a beating
magic OR otherwise superpowered
annoyingly moral
bicuriosity a plus

it would also help if you had an annoying group of friends i could use as leverage against you. interested parties can get in touch with Chase Collins @worstwitch!!

ps: pls include a headshot

ohhmrburnsides

[The video opens on Magnus and Lucretia, cuddled up side by side on a couch, holding hands in a very Cute Suburban Couple manner. At first they're not even looking at the camera; rather, they're looking at each other, whispering things with grins plastered across their faces... which are very close to each other. It's a bit uncomfortable, maybe, for someone who might be watching. The mic pics up something like, "You go first," "No, you go first," in exaggerated baby-talk voices.]

Okay, okay, [says Lucretia, who waves at the camera with a free hand (although the other is still holding Magnus's),] I'll go first. Hello, Riverview!

Hey-o!

We're reaching out to all of you today because we have some very exciting news.

[The pair look at each other again and it's like they're making googly-eyes at each other. Gross. Then, they turn back to the camera to announce in tandem,]

We're getting married!

And we're announcing this to the whole network because—

We want everyone to be there!

Yes, absolutely. We want the entire city of Riverview to attend.

In fact, it's required.

Okay, well—

Required.

Alright, yes, [says Lucretia, her expression beginning to crack into a goofy grin,] every citizen in Riverview is required to attend.

[Magnus, on the other hand, has not budged an inch from this facade they've built.] We don't have a date yet.

This is true. We also haven't picked a venue yet.

We're getting there.

Weddings are tricky business, aren't they, dear? [This is her segue into the video's end.] I'd like to go on record to thank my wonderful maid of honor, Lup, for encouraging me to propose—

And the best man, Barry Bluejeans—obviously—for bringing us together in the first place!

[Lucretia giggles at that, and tosses in, softly,] Sorry, Taako.

We can't wait to see you all there! [Magnus turns again to Lucretia, making those ridiculous puppy dog eyes.] Can we, pumpkin?

No, we can't, sweetheart.

I love you, honey bear.

[Lucretia starts breaking again. It's clear she's trying to contain laughter.] I love you too, love muffin.

[Magnus leans in until their noses are touching.] Sweetie pie.

Lemon drop.

Sugar cookie. [He puckers up for a (very goofy) kiss, but before it lands Lucretia's face scrunches. As she reaches to turn the phone off, there is an almost imperceptible snigger.

Below the video player is the following image:]

talentedscavenger

[The comm flickers to life and starts to stream instant video. It's drizzling, but who would've left their device out in the rain? A porg steps forward, soon joined by two more. Each of them staring at the screen, chirping and trying to figure out what was going on. The first one to approach picks up the device, showcasing the forest scenery and Rey sitting cross-legged under a tree wearing a poncho. She looks like she's meditating and not paying attention.

There's another squawk with the porg carrying the device turning around to see another porg poking and then TURNING ON the lightsaber out of Rey's bag. The brunette hears the sound and instantly turns around.]

Hey! What are you doing?

[The porgs freeze for a split second, then start running. The porg playing with the lightsaber manages to turn the thing off, picks it up and now both porgs are running away.]

Come back here! [The video turns shakey with two thieving birds taking off with Rey's things, but she's hot on their trial. It looks like they're preparing to fly, beating their wings and ready to take off--but they're frozen in mid air. The video displays the porgs moving backwards, being drawn back. When they're turned around, the camera captures Rey with her hand out and drawing both birds back with the Force. She grabs the porg with her lightsaber and puts that back on her belt, sets it down and then grabs the porg that has her device.]

Don't do that again, okay? [It feels useless to talk to the birds, but better than being upset. She doesn't realize the video feed has been on this entire time.]

[ooc: based off of this adorable video. Additionally, 3/28 was the 'birthday' Rey picked out with Cisco, but she's treating it as any other day. So..have at thee!]

ragnarsson

[So it looks like a familiar face has returned after a couple of weeks away. He's only been gone a short time, but it's clear more time has passed for Ivar. He's aged about a year, maybe two, and his hair is different. But there's some things that never change. His eyes are still angry and sharp, missing nothing around him, and he has a look on his face like he's contemplating murdering everyone in Riverview. It's quite possible he's gotten crazier and more unstable. in his time away.]

I always knew I'd make it back here. Something about it made it inevitable. You all really should just learn I'm always right and not question my judgment.

[Oh yes, his arrogance has only gotten greater. That's what happens when you win almost every battle as the teenage leader of an army. Also, it appears the video is being filmed from an unusual angle for him, almost like he's standing up rather than sitting down.]

So if I've missed anything of vital importance, feel free to tell me, but I've got some catching up to do with people.

fhux

[ Hux is seated at a desk with his chin resting on curled fingers, not quite at ease but in a stylised sort of contemplation. Black blazer (donned just for the broadcast) over an immaculate white shirt; civilian clothes because he can't exactly wear his uniform all the time, his meagre handout of credits having been put to tasteful use. It means nothing on this moon whether he wears FO insignia, anyway. Won't leave an impression. No, that's all down to him and a smooth introduction. ]

Good Evening. This is an appeal to anyone who may have access to a shuttle, the kind commonly used for interstellar purposes. Should it be possible to procure an adequate pilot, I'm willing to pay for a private aerial viewing of the Abandoned City. Your craft ought to have defensive measures and attack capabilities, of course, as a standard precaution. I'd rather not take chances.

Other than that, I'm ... flexible on price.

[ But not so much that he'll let himself be robbed by a scam artist, says the glint of a green eye. ]

Any amenability to this proposal is appreciated.

[ He dismisses the broadcast without another word but a curt nod that he intends to signal some measure of gratitude. Not that it matters unless someone actually responds. Having deliberately snubbed approaching Ren prior to this, Hux is also prepared to hear some loud, nasal complaints ~~and Rebel scum whining from the eaves~~. ]

ragnarsson

[The video opens up with Ivar sitting on the edge of his bed, phone recording in one hand, and a knife being fiddled around with in the other. It's clear he's got something on his mind.]

So it turns out if you properly motivate people, they can get that portal fixed up to get you back home.

[It's best not to ask what motivation that was, but Ivar being Ivar, most everyone watching can probably figure it out.]

I'm going back home for a while to take care of some unfinished business. I left in the middle of a war and I need to see that through before I come back. [He pauses.] And don't bother trying to talk me out of this, I've already made up my mind. I'll see you all in two weeks.

[He waves goodbye with the knife and then cuts the video. Looks like the Quarantine has a reprieve from the crazy Viking for the next fourteen days. But he'll be back. Ivar's far too tough to do something as basic as dying back in his home world.]

outofthinair

[ At first it looks as though someone is taking video within an art studio. There are numerous artworks displayed, but soon it becomes obvious that rather than being on easels, they are propped up on a bed, or the wooden artist chest next to the bed. Clary does not have her own studio to work in, nor does she have a big enough space to spread out. It's a constant battle to move things around the space she does have as part of the communal housing she was placed in.

The drawings are mostly cityscapes and landscapes for now. Memories of New York and places in Brooklyn. Scenes that were reminiscent of Idris – but not many people would recognise them. To anyone else they might seem like images of Europe. Hidden underneath the landscapes are hints of lifedrawing but the face of the model isn't visible. ]

So with the excuse of Valentine's Day coming up I was going to offer to do commissions if anyone is after something unique and personal. Landscapes, portraits, abstracts, cards… anything you want. This is a sample of what I’m capable of.

We can talk prices or trades - I’m open to bargaining. Even if you want to pay me in art supplies I would not turn it away.

[ She looks like she's about to reach out and kill the feed before another thought occurs to her. ]

Oh, and if anyone is looking for a housemate or knows of someone looking to move out of communal housing that would be willing to let me take over some of the space - I'd appreciate it. Sleeping under sketchbooks might seem bohemian but I need my workspace and bed to be seperate.

[ Not to mention a little privacy helps when it comes to the lifedrawing part of her art. The feed ends with her giving a bright smile. ]

thesavior

[The video pops on, with Emma sitting in the kitchen of her apartment she shared with Lucy. The fact that she has a pile of cookbooks next to her, shouldn't concern anyone unless you know her of course. ]

Right. let's do this. I'm Emma... Swan. I've been here for a couple of months and recently my granddaughter showed up. It's confusing since when I left my kid was her age, but not the point.

[She sighs smiling a little.]

I figured I should probably learn how to make actual food that isn't Tacos, pizza, pop tarts, or boxed mac and cheese. Are there any gourmet chefs out there?

[Private to Victor]

Hey, I have a favor to ask?

absolutperfection

[He could try to do this the anon route but didn't see the point.]

I've got a couple of questions and some statements to make.
One, Peaches. If you're out there. Text me sometime.

Two, does anyone know this man. If so, please leave info on how to win him over.

Lastly. I've figured this whole thing out.
Why they bring use here.
It's because we're all so damn attractive.
Look around.
Bet there's not a single person here that doesn't fit that description.

UPDATED: I am not referring to children. I'm sure they're all cute though.

[Contributing to the network - yes. High quality - debatable.]

shoplifter

[The feed opens with a huffy looking Laura, sitting in front of the screen like it's a PSA announcement or some such — and judging from the glancing up at what must assuredly be a teacher, it's exactly that. Or something. She scowls at the camera again before looking down at the paper held in her dainty little hands that have totally never hurt anyone ever, no sir. She reads it blankly, and it's very clearly she's the worst podium speaker in the entire universe:]

I have agreed.... to read aloud, so that I will not be suspended for the week.

I would like to formally apologize for anyone I have ever stabbed, kicked, punched, or bitten... It was not my intention to hurt anyone and I will try my best from this point on to control my temper, both — in the complex and at school. [She wrinkles her nose, looks deadpan at the camera, and continues.] I am sorry to Tabitha for shoving her nose in the grass during recess. Even if it was because she was being unkind to another student, it does not give me the right to use... 'force'.

And I am sorry for using... Spanish expletives toward Jared, and hitting him in the throat with his own backpack. Even if he was being rude, it does not... excuse violence. [She looks so annoyed, save her.] From this point on, I will do my best to stay in school... for the whole school day. I will try not to leave past the wall.

[She puts the paper on the desk, calmly.]

... And I will not steal the chocolate milk from the cafeteria anymore.

[More gravely:]

But if Susan insults my accent ever again, I will shove her into the trash ca—

[huh the feed ended suddenly how about that

... she's in detention now]

starfortress

I've never seen so many animals in all my life. Where I'm from, there's no wildlife. None. This place is amazing. [ playing the part. be calm, paige. you'll find your way.] Although, I'm feeling wobbly as a mother Gorgybird.

[ it's the best thing she can think to say, that might attract the attention of anyone in the Resistance. it's not quite the most accurate signal but it's good enough for this situation.]

Does anyone know where I can see or find more?

ohhmrburnsides

[ The video shows a largeish well-lit room, the back wall made up entirely of mirrors, with three narrow poles set up in the middle of the room. It begins shakily, in medias res, a minute or so into Nicki Minaj's inimitable Anaconda. On the poles are none other than Taako, Lup, and Cisco, each performing some variation of pole dancing. It is clear that they have been practicing for a little while... but not all that long. They are clumsy, to varying degrees. Each of them is wearing some kind of festive and 80's outfit, extremely neon and extremely tacky. They don't seem particularly aware of being filmed, concentrating instead on their dances, singing along in some parts, and doing quite a great deal more hair flipping than is strictly necessary. There's an occasional glance of Magnus himself in the mirror, recording all of it on his phone. They are doing their best, but there are moments of clumsiness and laughter. At the end of the song, Lup does a dead drop that is taking the word 'dead' way more seriously than anyone ever intended. Her body drops to the floor with a loud THUD and her lich form raises out of it, concluding the whole video with a spectacular dab that sends Magnus into loud, booming fits of laughter as the camera jostles and the video cuts out.

There's some text attached: ]

oh my god lucretia PLEASE watch this

[ ... This clearly wasn't meant for the network. Whoops. ]

killthepast

Who is FELICIA? And why do people say goodbye to this person when they aren't even HERE?

[ Please explain your internet memes to Kylo Ren, thanks. You can't see it, but he's VEXED and typing VERY ANGRILY. Thanks a lot, Poe. ]

kumkani

[T'Challa does not put on the Panther Habit for his first post to the network, preferring to keep the two identities separate for as long as possible. For the duration of his stay, if he can manage it, though it's not he who would tell the others. He cannot vouch for the people from his own world that are here. Not all of them, at least.

He angles his device to capture his face and very little of his surroundings.]

In my culture, death is not the end. It's more of a stepping off point. You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into the green veld where... you can run forever.

[He'd been told upon his arrival, after many questions, that he was here because he'd felt displaced. While that had not necessarily been true, the thought that this place was something other than what it seemed had crossed his mind. The afterlife possibly, though he did not recall dying - his beliefs dashed that notion rather quickly.]

So this cannot be life after death. Do you accept the answers you have been given or do you challenge them? What was the outcome of such action?

[The feed ends there. It's enough of a start to generate conversation.]

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