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Aug. 2nd, 2017 01:18 am
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[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.]


Jul. 30th, 2017 11:04 pm
retrovirion: you're a dick (wait i'm getting a message)
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[ so


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. ]
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[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.]


Jun. 1st, 2017 08:08 pm
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[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.


May. 6th, 2017 09:18 pm
ventifact: forcevisions @ dw (firecracker)
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[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).


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.]


Mar. 31st, 2017 10:20 am
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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.]


Mar. 18th, 2017 09:56 pm
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[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.]

do u think tanglesnakes have feelings

i mean like thery little fuzzy weird oes right ??? they might???

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

i mean the WAX sucked
he didnt suck
doesn't suck

anyone awake
hellllooooooooooooooooooooooo?????? hi :)


Feb. 25th, 2017 11:22 am
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[ 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)
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[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?]


Jan. 24th, 2017 09:03 am
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[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.
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[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?


Jan. 18th, 2017 12:03 am
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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


Dec. 25th, 2016 10:23 pm
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[ 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.


Dec. 19th, 2016 11:36 am
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Even with the contract I signed, this is a lot to process. Even after all I've seen in my life, time travel is kind of shocking to me. I keep wondering who else could be here. And how my age has been altered.

Anyway, my name is Luke. Luke Skywalker. I look like a boy right now, but I'm really an adult. I'm a little out of sorts right now, but I will help any way I can to make things better while I'm here.


Nov. 13th, 2016 01:23 pm
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[ The video feed shows stacks of boxes—noticeably to the observant, they're white pastry boxes. A hand lifts one of the lids and then gestures at the contents. ]

I don't know who thought I needed thirty-eight dozen donuts.

I'm having them delivered to the mess hall. If you want one make sure and ask—there's plenty available.

text; private; locked to Ryuuzaki;

I took a box of donuts back to your room. I hope I guessed your favorites right.


Nov. 4th, 2016 03:59 pm
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[ Text might have been easier to address a ship full of people. Still, talking has its merits too, and besides, he feels it's more effective this way; at least he might seem more earnest if everyone can see his face, which is set both passively and somewhat firmly. ]

I realize it's been a while since I've done this, but there are some things I wanna talk about that might not have been mentioned to anyone who's be new. I also think it'll be a good review for those who have lived on the Moira for any amount of time. [ He pauses, expression twisting just a little. Just at the corner of his mouth. ] For those who don't know me, my name's Steve Rogers. It's been almost a year for me since I've been home, and I'm here just the same as all of you.

I'm not sure the year matters, but it's 2015 for me.

[ He hesitates. ] Anyway, I don't know if it'll still be the same by the time I get back, but the important thing is getting there. I realize it's a lot to ask of anyone. Listening to complete strangers is never easy, and you might not agree with anything I say. That's okay. More than that, I'm asking you to trust the people who are in the same position as you. Most of us want to go home, and we've been promised that. Trying to leave or take things into your own hands only results in worse situations that we might not be prepared to handle. You could even hurt someone without meaning to.

[ Steve isn't sure that really hits home the point he's trying to make, especially when there's been so much happening in the last week, but it's easier to think of the people on this ship and the people he cares about than his own mental state. So, it's what he does, focusing on what he might be able to control versus the chaos that waits for them outside the ship on every planet they've ever been to and the ones they've never seen. ]

If there's anything you might need help with, or if there's anything I can do-- I can be reached over the MID or down on Mero deck. Number 009. [ There's a frown, voice soft just before the video ends. ] I might not know exactly when we'll get home, but I do know we'll get there. That's something I believe in. For everyone who wants it.
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[ Today’s video feed is brought to you from the absolute chaos that is Moro #016. Honestly, except for being slightly brighter in terms of decor, the place looks just like Nemo #001 had in previous videos: Tony’s shit is everywhere.

As the video turns on, transmitting from Stark’s MID and with his ID, it shows not only the chaos of bits and pieces of technology everywhere but one desk that has been cleared of clutter. On the desk, sit two journals and some blank notebooks. Behind the desk sit two men who look like they haven’t slept in days.

They are currently doing that "you ask", "no, you ask you know what you’re asking about" back and forth that suggests they may not have completely transitioned from private to public speaking mode. Eventually, Adrien gives Tony’s shoulder a shove and points, imperiously, to the camera.


Some of you probably remember this, a lot of you probably don't: we've got some journals floating around this place that might just be hiding answers to questions we've all been asking since we landed on this rust bucket. We've gotten our hands on two of them, partially because the good doctor here has way too much time on his hands and decided to live in the library for a month, and partially as a result of dumb luck. If there are more, I haven't gotten a whiff of them, but it stands to reason that these two aren't the only ones. So if you see a journal with creepy runes all over it, feel free to share with the class.

Anyway, here's the catch.
[ Tony lifts one of the journals in question so that it's visible on the screen - small, leather-bound, and seemingly handwritten. He flips briefly through the pages, but it's just a mess of runes and symbols with no immediately obvious meaning. ] They're not written in any language I've ever seen before, and trying to translate them has been a serious pain in the ass. If I had to guess, they're written in the language of whoever built the Ingress originally, since some of the symbols are familiar from what we do have on the thing.

[ He tosses the journal back onto the desk, with a cranky and definitive plop! Adrien’s hands can be seen scooping it up and laying it down more gently, as if in apology. ]

If you've got a clever head on your shoulders, raise your hand now, 'cause we need your help. I dunno about you guys, but I'm real tired of mysteries, so let's figure this shit out. [ Translation: they need all the nerds and braniacs they can get. ] Oh, and if you're assigned to the Ingress in any official capacity? Meet me in the Ingress room in an hour. Vacation's over.

[ He sits back, satisfied that he's said his piece, and shoots a sidelong glance at Adrien. For a moment there was silence as Adrien appeared to silently beg Tony to just keep going.

No dice. The doctor was going to have to use his words.

Reaching back to rub tiredly at the nape of his neck, he sighed and began to talk. ]

I also came across a museum down on the Mini Colony. It was called the Aeronautical Study Institute or the A.S.I. if that sounds familiar to anyone? I learned some information about something called “Living Energy” or “Living Power”.

In a nutshell, I learned that it’s considered dangerous
[ to the surprise of no one, right? ] This ship is the only vessel to have been known to be built where the living energy was harnessed on something mobile. The Ingress machines use Living Energy to run, some other bits indications that people were playing with something they didn’t completely understand and mention of a “Hub.”

Does any of that sound familiar to anyone else?

[ Tony raises his hand, helpfully. ]

—And "I heard about this in a horror sci-fi movie where they crushed up human souls to feed their weird alien technology" is a totally valid but not entirely helpful answer, because I already thought of that, but thanks.

[ Adrien stared at his roommate with a bemused frown on his face. ]

How would you even go about crushing a soul? Bones, flesh, tissue sure but a soul?

[ These two men are in serious need of a nap. Tony doesn’t deign that with a response, just bodily shoves Adrien out of the frame. ]

Point is, if you know something or you've heard something, now's the time to speak up. And the workgroup for these shitty journal translations meets approximately immediately, so if you're interested, chop chop.

[ The video feed cuts off as unceremoniously as it began. ]

(( Here's your plot hook if you're interested in solving some Ingress mysteries! See this OOC post for more info. ))


Oct. 23rd, 2016 04:35 pm
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[Zenyatta's calm voice floats through the MID and the omnic monk seems to be in the observation deck, if his backdrop of stars is any indication. As he speaks he radiates a warmth and a sense of peace that few ever accomplish. He arrival here, as unexpected as it was, did nothing to shake his inner calm, and he adjusts to how things are extremely quickly. Indeed, he's even looking forward to see what new experiences this ship can bring him.]

I am Tekhartha Zenyatta, though you may all refer to me as Zenyatta. To answer some questions before you ask them: I am an omnic from Earth and a former member of the Shambali, though I am not certain if that means anything. If not, then I will be happy to answer any questions you may have for me. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you all, and I hope we will get to know each other better in the future.

If anyone cares to join me on the Observation Deck for some meditation, I would gladly welcome the company. Also, I wish to inquire about the jobs, as I do not believe the one that was given to me best suits my abilities.

Thank you for your time, and may you find peace within the Iris.

[Meaning just because he's a robot doesn't mean he knows a thing about programming. His job as a MID Technician is going to be very unsuccessful at this rate.]
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[It's not the same as before where he'd woken up with a light breeze on his skin causing his too-long hair to dance across his forehead, and the sweet, dry smell of fruit trees. No, it's blue light and too much wind. There's nothing normal about that. The communication device strapped to his hand is cold. Bucky's used to not remembering things, but the long hall and unfamiliar faces tell him something's off. There's a million explanations going through his mind and none of them make any sense except one and he doesn't want to think about that.

Bucky goes through the motions. Steels himself while he's checked out. Signs the contract. Lets someone take him to his room and then walks the halls. Now back in his room, he clicks on the MID. His face is half-hidden and voice low. He wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary. He's combed every inch of this goddamn ship and he can't find Steve anywhere.]

I'm looking for someone. Tall. Blond. Loves America.

[It's risky to put it out there. He doesn't know these people and trust isn't something he gives easily. But he needs to find someone he remembers. Someone from Wonderland. Someone from back home. Everything is muddled and this place looks like something his mind has made up.]

His name's Steve.

[There's a brief pause.]

If someone could tell me what the hell's going on here, I'd appreciate it.

[The feed cuts off.]

[ooc: this bucky is a crau from another game. he thinks that he never left his previous game world and that it is during an 'event'. i'm so sorry if he confuses anyone.]