thisavrou

[ Have Flynn, absent his usual smile. He's all-business, and in one of the labs, though the shadowed backdrop of hexagon tiles probably doesn't look terribly familiar. For a moment he's not even looking at the camera, but at something past it, until he drags his attention back. ]

Evening, folks. Gotta skip the pleasantries tonight, I'm afraid- there's something you all need to see.

[ He taps at his ACE, and a beautiful little holo model of their end of the station shimmers into view like a heat mirage. There's the observation deck, the barter block, living quarters, the whole shebang, with tiny points of gold light scattered hither and thither- roughly marking the inhabitants. It turns slowly, a wireframe of cyan light, while he continues, ]

For the past five months, we've been inhabiting this portion of the former Ingress Station, making journeys out into the wider universe via the portal. Much of the structure outside our immediate area isn't in the best shape, so we've been pretty limited when it comes to moving around.

Now, check this out.

[ With an easy gesture, the drag of two fingers, the wireframe pulls back. More of the old station appears, bands of light branching out to form the structure- a massive one at that. Anyone forget how freakin huge this place is? Will get a reminder here. ]

For the past couple of months, I've been working with Erik and Wanda to get a new scanning device up and running- ah, here we go-

[ At a fair distance from their home, the wireframe quits assembling in the air. After that long expanse of nothing in the preceding build, gold pinpoints of light suddenly begin to bloom, lighting up like a Christmas tree. Flynn looks back to the camera, calm still, but for the glint of excitement in his eye. ]

I'll spare you all the technobabble of the how for the moment, but we're not alone on Avagi. We estimate there's maybe a couple hundred people a good two, three days' trek away. We know- or can make a pretty good educated guess -that they're humanoid, like us.

Right now, that's pretty much all we know. I've made a copy of our findings for anyone who wants a closer look.

[ Heyyy, a file pop-up, in the interests of transparency! For a second, though, he looks like he might have more to say, but changes his mind. He adds, ]

So. Who's feeling neighborly?

sketchycharacter

[It's been a while since Nate's addressed the network directly—not since the ACE was a TAB—and his generally deflated demeanor indicates that he's not doing so because he's in a great mood and wants to share it.

He won't volunteer the information, but the people closest to him will already know why if he's had a chance to let them know. His brother's gone.]

So it's been a couple months since we got dumped here, and flooding aside, this place is less of a shithole now, which is great. Maybe now that we're not rushing around as much trying to make it livable, I've got a question to consider: what the fuck is going on around here?

[He spreads his fingers wide for a moment before dropping his hands.]

Not that any of us have an answer. If you do, you're an asshole for not sharing sooner.

But none of this makes any sense. The Ingress reached into different worlds and yanked us through, sure. Makes sense in a bad sci-fi sort of way. But then the one they had here blew up and people are still showing up. Creepy light shows up and people are getting sent home. [His jaw tightens for a moment.] I hope. And that's without getting into any of the other bullshit that's happened.

For once I'd like something to happen that makes sense. Just for a few minutes. Is that too much to ask?

[Yeah, probably.]

alformthearm

Hmm.

[Sitting in his room with a certain seedpod on his desk, Alfor squints at the label that had been wrapped about it before setting it aside. With a pair of tweezers he extracts one of the small seeds from within the pod, holding it up and turning it this way and that.

And then the seed abruptly slips and goes flying, eliciting a gasp from the Altean king as he drops the tweezers, eyes tracking the seed's path as it goes pinging off of the wall and then-

Alfor's eyes widen as there's an explosion of vines that come surging from the side and abruptly fill the view from the still recording A.C.E.

One can make out the king's arm sticking out from the thick ball of vines, and after the silence has drawn out for a moment or two, there's a very muffled sigh.]

Oh dear.

welcomeprofessor

[ The A.C.E. camera feed is set up so that when it flickers to life--best effort converted technology that it is--it's a steady front-on angle. This is #seriousstuff, he doesn't want this to be construed any other way. ]

First off, I believe I need to extend an apology to all of you for having been somewhat lacking in faculty at being faculty. Excuses be what they may--and I know the past several months have been a distraction, to say the least--I recognize that they do only extend so far.

That all said, with some very enthusiastic support, I think we may just be ready to get this school on its feet properly.

And yes, kids, I did say school.

[ It's said with a smile, but he knows the excuses are coming. Better to cut that off at the quick, right? ]

To those of you who expressed interest previously, please consider this your formal follow-up invitation. We need all the help we can get.

[ ooc: There is an ATTACHMENT to the video post. This spreadsheet should include separate pages for classes, student sign-ups, and clubs (if you're inclined to extra-curriculars). Feel free to slot yourself in how you want, add a new line if you want to double up on a subject/deal with a variant of, or add a subject I missed.

ooc, p.s.: I will have a school mingle log to condense top-levels/log posts/etc. up later this week. ]

notmarieanymore

[A young woman appears on the screen, she’s pale, but the most striking feature about her would have to be the white streaks that frame her face, standing out in contrast from her otherwise brown hair. She gives a half-smile, and holds up a gloved hand in greeting.

When she speaks, her accent is a soft Southern, with a few New York quirks. She's lived there long enough to pick up a few vocal ticks.]

Hey, ya’ll. This is some nifty technology, ain't it? [Whew, ice broken.]

So I know some of everyone here happens to be from the same… worlds, I guess? Universe? So I just thought I’d ask… Does the letter X mean anything to you?

[She doesn’t want to come right out and announce to the whole place that she’s part of a group of mutants that sometimes go out and superhero. She doesn’t know what sort of people are here, what their prejudices might be. It’d be really stupid to come out and tell everyone she kills people when she touches them. That’d be a fast way to get herself airlocked, and she’d rather not experience that, thanks.

BUT if there are people here who are like her? She's not holding her breath for anyone she knows knows, but it'd be good to have a potential ally, should things go South.]

If it doesn't, no worries. I look forward to meeting ya'll. [There. She's putting herself out there. Logan would be so proud.]

redshitlord

sooo like if we're 300 years in the future or something how come there arent any humans around here yelling about it ??? i thought like you guys got all bent out of shape about missing like ONE year whats the difference???? yeah hi my gamekid batteries died im wondering stuff

[And he's also looking to distract himself from thinking about other things. With "late night" shower thoughts.]

sightsset

[The username reads as 'Bismarck.' The picture is of a nondescript piece of purple-painted metal. Is there a pattern here with the previous post? Huh, he didn't notice.]

Tell me a little about your world?

[The request is simple, and harmless enough. No one is obligated to answer, no one is obligated to answer with details if they do.

[It's just a little bit of recon, that's all.]

camouflage

Let's talk hypotheticals. You're crossing a suspension bridge. You have to reach the other side at any cost. The bridge is wide enough only for one person to pass at a time. A man approaches from the other side with a gun. How do you cross?

retrovirion

[ so

GUESS WHO'S NERVOUS

also second, "guess who" but more literally, because this message contains only the TAB signature of one lady hawke - peter knows better than to connect his own TAB to his spider-man stuff, okay.

third guess (the charm) who's totally playing it off by being a cool guy, having totally hit record on the TAB remotely, so he's already squared off inside the video feed. congratulations to a head-and-shoulders view of some person in tight red and blue, head-to-apparently-toe spandex. as though spandex has any other possible adjective but 'tight'.

still, the same adjective could be applied to the posture, or at least what's visible. it's at least a... loose kind of tight? or something??

anyway, there's the kind of wave you do when you're either about to start a school project, or your great aunt josephine is giving you a thumbs up from afar for whatever weird family reunion cousin sack race you're about to do. ]

Hey everyone!

This is - [ uhh ] - just me. Spider-Man. Just saying, like. I think some people might have had some stuff missing when they evac'd, or whenever they tried to move around, I guess. Or maybe not, I - it's not like I talked to everyone. Either way, like. If you need stuff - your own stuff, please - moved around, or you want someone to keep an eye out for something, or you just need stuff - I can help with that! Or like if you need help getting here to there specifically, or have to move something really heavy, or - now I'm rambling, sorry. If you want help in general. I can't promise everything, but I can promise I'll try. At least, as much as I can.

[ that's what being a superhero is all about anyway, right? he's been slacking since he got here. ]

...........like, not just right now, I mean. All the time. I can be helpful all the time. This was a weird time to do this, wasn't it?

[ the feed cuts off a handful of hurriedly-over-analyzed seconds later. ]

notyourrookie

[Wash appears on the screen, grudgingly out of armour, his face drawn and pinched around the mouth. He looks exhausted, eyes sunken and dark with exhaustion. Arriving here is just one more thing that seems specifically designed to fuck up his life.]

My name is Ag- [No, he's not Agent Washington anymore is he? He's not with the UNSC. He's not with project Freelancer. He's not anything.] My name is Washington.

They said that- [He can't believe he's saying this. His life is a fucking joke and his death will probably be the punchline. Until then, he is stuck dealing with this shit. Assuming he hasn't snapped altogether. That's also a possibility.]

They said that I have been sucked in through some kind of bullshit dimension hopping. [Yes, his teeth are gritted as he says it.] I'm looking for anyone who knows what the UNSC is.

[It's not that he wants to find anyone from home. There's no-one he cares for left alive and even then... well, he tries not to think about them too much. But he just needs someone to remind him that that wasn't all fictional.]

waspling

[Lisbeth can get by just fine with some mediocre job if she has to, that's not the issue. She's not going to advertise herself for a job. What she is going to do is try and get some resources on the technology here and maybe, just maybe, find a few like-minded people that share her interests. Maybe they could even be useful in the future.]

Anyone good with the tech here?

I've figured out a few things. I need to learn more.

[She hates putting herself out there like this but after days of going back and forth and considering the consequences, she has decided it's really the only way. She just doesn't have the network or resources she had back home.]

Any kind of computer or machinery or anything.

ventifact

[rey is standing in kauto's district one, holding her TAB so it's facing three buildings. on the left is a sweets shop, and on the right is a business that would pass as a pharmacy. sandwiched between them is a very unassuming storefront, kind of in need of a paint job. but rey already poured all her money into this venture, so redecorating will have to wait. she has, at least, thrown together a sign from some sheet metal, letters cut out of the same (with a lightsaber, of course), and welded together (probably not with a lightsaber).

THE GARBAGE WILL DO

after the feed lingers on the store, she heads for the door, flipping the camera to face herself. she looks proud, but also mildly uncomfortable. she's never owned much of anything, let alone her own business. the inside of the building appears mostly bare behind her, but for some metal work tables and scattered tools. she clears her throat, looking off to the side, away from the camera.]

This is mine. The business, I mean.

[there's a soft beeping in the background, almost encouraging. bb-9 is a good friend.]

I fix things. I'm good with starships and vehicles. But I can work with other things--weapons, droids... appliances. Anything mechanical. I can do some programming, too.

[advertising is clearly not her area of expertise. she lowers the TAB for a brief moment before bringing it up to her face again.]

Anything bigger than a standard speeder won't fit here, but I can make uh, house calls. [but who would keep a starship at their house?? focus, rey.] And if you've got any scrap metal or salvageable machines, I'll take them. I can probably build almost anything. So, yeah. I guess I'm open for business.

[announcing something so publicly is so weird. she quickly disconnects the feed.]

tinkerhell

looking for an engineer for a side project.
experience with bioweapons preferred.
if you need ultimate execution details to work, don't bother.
you'll just be wasting both of our time.

information is need to know.

[And, for visibility's sake, he attaches an image of one of these sitting on the railing of his treehouse.]

redshitlord

[At some point in the early morning hours, a mysterious post floods through the TAB network. Updated quickly. Stream of consciousness style. Hope you like shitposts, Savrou.]

TIMESTAMP 1:00 do u think tanglesnakes have feelings TIMESTAMP 1:02 i mean like thery little fuzzy weird oes right ??? they might??? TIMESTAMP 1:34 does anybody know how 2 get wax out of intake pipes its still in there no its not a romantic thing my bf (boat friend) shoved it in my face it kinda sucked h e l p TIMESTAMP 1:35 i mean the WAX sucked he didnt suck doesn't suck TIMESTAMP 1:40 anyone awake hellllooooooooooooooooooooooo?????? hi :)

retrovirion

[ hey look it's the corner of a bedroom. like. the top corner? there's pictures on the wall in the background but you really can't see much more than peter around where he's stuck the TAB to the wall. ]

Hey everyone! I had this project I was working on, back home, for school. I figured I didn't wanna get too rusty so I decided to recreate and then finish it here. [ shh he doesn't like school. he honestly doesn't miss homework but sometimes you learn cool things! ] So, yeah! I, uh, put it up for downloading. It's a game, by the way. It's a rough draft, and it was - well it was a school project so there were some specific elements that were supposed to be included, and I'm definitely gonna start over-explaining it if I keep going with that idea, so I guess if anybody wants to check it out for me then they can find it here. I didn't put a charge on it or anything since it's the first one I've ever finished, so I guess if you like it then just let me know? Or if you don't like it.

[ soooooooooooo

yeah. wave bye to the camera.

(ooc note: maybe double-check your volume before you start playing. good luck) ]

frankensteinian

[It would seem that someone has just been handed a copy of the welcome guide -- and instructed on a few basics, or he wouldn't know how to transmit this video -- and it would seem, also, that he is not entirely impressed by what he found in the guide. The video is just wide enough of an angle to show what appears to be a smear of blood on his shirt.]

It's nice. Someone clearly put a lot of work into it. It's not exactly helpful though, is it?

[It seems to have glossed over quite a few things, or ignored them entirely.]

For instance, for all the trouble it goes to to tell us where we are now, it says nothing about how we get home again.

[He'd really like to get back there. He's got ~~people to kill~~ things to do.]

Or even how we got here. Which is what I'd really like to know.

[Is someone messing with him?]

seeingscarlet

[Obviously no one's happy with how this has played out. They may have a way off this deserted rock but it's another promise from yet another group of strange people that if they play along for just a little longer, they can go home.

And after being stuck here for almost a year and a half (technically more if you count the weird party moon), Wanda's faith in all of these strangers, however well-meaning, is pretty much slim to none.]

If the Savrii can't send us home quickly, I think we should try to stay together. I am not sure I trust anyone else.

[She shrugs.]

They mean to help, but they are not the first.

ventifact

[it's been a while since rey has shown her face on the network. this will be the first time she's used the TAB to do so, and she's unceremoniously stuck it to bb-9's... face. the droid beeps softly, letting rey know that the video is recording. the scavenger is sitting cross-legged with her back to a wall, her staff laid across her knees and her pack beside her. she does not look pleased. in fact, she is frowning very deeply. she isn't very comfortable actually talking to people, but this is important, so she's making the effort.]

Wasn't there a point to all this?

[she pauses, knowing she should probably be more specific.]

The planets, the months of travel, everything— [her voice has been getting louder, so she stops for a breath. she has to calm herself down, pushing flyaway hairs from her face.]

We were supposed to be able to go home. We wasted a fracking year on that moon—if we'd gotten here a year sooner, would this all have been the same? We all saw the corpses on the way here. They died for this—some of us died for this. Coming to this hub, finding this working Ingress... that was supposed to be the end. But now we're just going to go to another planet, another unknown, and what? Live there? Or will there be another promise made, another contract to sign? Another delay to our return?

That's shit. We all know it's shit.

[rey sighs, closing her eyes and not speaking for a few more moments. she's tired, and just wants to go back to jakku. she just wants to go back to her old life, since what was supposed to be her new life seems nigh impossible now. she reaches forward to shut off the TAB, mumbling one more sentence under her breath:]

Why wasn't it the end?

ascendit

anyone here good with universe travel tech/magic? can be something from your world, not just the ingress i have a device that's supposed to do universe travel but that part hasn't been working right since i got here over a year ago

[He's been meaning to find someone to fix it after his day one attempts failed, but. Life happened.]

someone please fix it

abide

[ So maybe he sort of doesn't mean to send this as a mass text to the crew. Honestly, he doesn't know who he would have sent it to (if he'd been a bit more sober), but it's supposed to be a time of "year" where there's cheer and spirit, most of which everyone seems to be lacking these days. Also, because of certain complications regarding people he knows as well as the problem with the serum, he might have also gotten into more of the ~~space~~ booze than he should have a few hours ago. ]

I know it's been a rough couple of weeks for all of us, but if you need company or someone to talk to, maybe even a drink... You can find me in a tent a few down from medical.

I think it's important we try to stick together a little longer. [ Uh, yeah... At least it isn't a video of a huge, rallying speech this time. ] Stay safe.

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