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[ It's been a struggle, through the deep mire of apathy, exhaustion and a sense of crushing futility.

Adrien had thrown himself a right proper tantrum for most of the period from stumbling out of the Ingress until they got to the husk of the Moira. There had been no magic moment that had reinvigorated him, no pep talk ... or even proper coffee.

Part of him wanted to stay down on the floor. Hard to tell what got him to his feet but by the time the video clicked on, the doctor was just that; on his feet. As was usual with his videos, once he established the connection, he set the TAB down on the table. With the damage to the ship it might be hard to tell where he was but a good guess would be, MedBay. ]


Alright. I don't know about anyone else but I've enjoyed myself a right proper pity party for the past ... who the fuck knows. However long it's been since we came through the Ingress to get here to the Moira.

Not important.

What is important is the fact that we appear to have been 'returned to sender' without a proper forwarding address.

I'm curious; what do we have, what do we need? Who is pursuing what in terms of a course of action to get us back on our feet? And if you are doing anything, do you need any help?

I'll go first.

I got to what's left of the MedBay. It's not in great shape but it's serviceable. I packed a couple of pacdiscs with some medical supplies before I left Kauto, so if anyone is in need of treatment, we may be able to help. As for assistance, the MedBay could benefit from any and all hands that have any medical knowledge, ability, or fuck it if you won't pass out at the sight of blood and want to help.

[ There was a pause, somewhere off screen he may have been rubbing his eyes. Trying to think of anything else to say, before closing. ]

Okay so ... that's medical. Who'd like to go next? [ Another pause and then a mutter. ] Please let it be someone with coffee.

[OOC: This post is intended to encourage all the thread-hopping and thread-jacking!

Things learned so far:

1) The characters are a little a lot cracked around the edges.
2) Shepard is hating on puzzling over locked doors and that pesky 'turned around' habit of the Moira's.
3) Shiro is discussing a distress beacon & possibly collecting items from home
4) There is an offer of instant and also regular coffee. ]

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Aug. 10th, 2017 05:08 pm
ascendit: (it doesn't add up)
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[Both the timing and the sound of people's voices and footsteps in the background indicate that this was recorded just after the meeting, as people start to leave. A thud, and from farther away:] Oh, crap -

[The sounds of rummaging. Guess what idiot dropped his TAB basically as soon as he hit record and is now picking it up?]

So, uh, great meeting and all, can't wait to go, but has anyone else ever come back from medical - not dying, just a really long checkup - but something's gone weird and the Ingress Complex doctors aren't seeing it? [Mumbled quickly:] Or weird nightmares over there. [And back to a regular volume:] Nothing like this happened on the Moira.

And hey, I know some of you are doctors - could someone check out my dumb hand? Even if it's just a quick look before we leave. [Annoyed:] I might be kinda useless on Sawarga.

[All Nate's replies will also be in voice unless otherwise specified.]

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Aug. 6th, 2017 03:53 am
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[The man on the video is blue skinned with glowing blue eyes and in armor that bears military markings. Over his shoulder a small white machine floats, periodically tilting towards him and then away as if to look out at something, in contrast to the blue man whose eyes don't move from the screen, and in fact the look is rather intense.]

In what time I have been here, I will admit the peace is appreciated. Where I am from, even without a direct threat, there would still be excitement born from competition among each other. To say that I find this peace unusual, but welcomed would not be a lie.

[And before he continues he looks over at his Ghost, giving the white machine a glare as if to forestall any comments from it before looking back.]

However, as I have yet to find any fellow Guardians in the time this peace provides me between the duties I was assigned [such a nice way to say he works in the library], I feel almost negligent in that task. So to any Guardians that are here, this is Commander Zavala asking you all to report in. [And he probably couldn't sound any more formal if he tried.]
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You ever think that someone is writing our lives, and we're part of some comedy shitshow that the gods are playing out? If that's the case, then I'd like to have a talk with whoever's in charge.

Shadow demons? I can name at least five Thedosian books that played it better. Caught up on feelings and regrets toward people? There are better ways to damage a person. I can think of twenty bad memories that we didn't even touch on.

That's why, if you want good plot twists and thrilling concepts, you should subscribe to Tentacles and Shields publishing. This month we'll be producing a story about last month: The Shadow and its Paramore. Stay tuned for details.

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Aug. 3rd, 2017 01:52 pm
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[Hello Savrou, did you miss vague shitposting about random questions? No? Here, have another! Only this one is with audio, and no odd name other than "Saber." Sadly, the man on the other side is somewhat unused to talking for deep or thought-provoking conversations. Someone help him.]

I have a question.

[...wait, he's supposed to ask everything at once on this thing. Right. This is... definitely not something he's used to. He starts again, trying not to sound too stiff.]

Do you have stories? [Uh. Hm. That still doesn't quite explain what he's looking for. Hang on, let him clarify.] By that I mean your worlds. Your homes. They could be recent, or from the past. Histories, legends. Fairytales. Any of those.

Do you remember any of them? What were they like? [Clearly, this isn't weird to ask anyone, right? It's normal? Siegfried has no idea what "normal" means. He's really bad at this.]

There were many, back in my home. Some faded over time, and others remained. It depended on where you lived or where you were from. [A beat, as if an afterthought:] And if you wanted to believe it or not, I suppose.

[IS THIS HOW YOU HOLD A CONVERSATION he hopes he's doing this right.]
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video.

[The man who appears on the screen is a nice shade of sky blue and a dark shade of grumpy looking, paired all up with a set of sinister looking red eyes. When he talks, gold that decorates his jagged teeth shine. Truly a man of high-quality tastes. He sounds it, too. What's in direct contrast to everything is that there's a brightly colored wall behind him, painted in the bright paint fashion typical of day care facilities.]

Look, I just wound up here an' the first thing they did was put me on assignment with a bunch of rugrats that don't even come waist high. But seein' as me an' the faculty got two very distinct ideas of 'life skills', looks like I'll be lookin' for some alternative work.

I'm plannin' on some freelance but I'm used to workin' with other people. So if there comes up some work soon, I'd like to find someone that can play nice with others.

My standards for "playin' nice" [he raises his hand in view of the feed, does a so so motion with his hand which is just as blue as the rest of him] ain't exactly the same as everybody else's. [He's got the low bar of 'don't steal from me and don't stab me in the back'. Only someone he really likes can get away with that shit, and even then they're coming out with some bruises in tender places if he can get his hands on them.] So I think we could come to an arrangement.

[In the background some kid says-] Mr. Udonta I gotta pee and Keli won't get out of the bathroom.

[And Yondu turns away, looks off screen to respond.] Then go pee! There's a plant over there. It probably needs waterin' anyway.

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Jul. 30th, 2017 11:04 pm
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[ 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. ]
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[ Life had taken so many twists and turns that Adrien had been sitting on certain events for a bit longer than he had originally anticipated. He had been pulled in multiple directions, which was nothing new in his life, watching over a friend, treating other friends and watching events from the shadows.

He hadn't been affected by the shadows, mostly because he suspected that whatever was causing them had taken one look at him and overloaded before retreating.

Also in the mix, was the consideration of just what to do with the information. To go underground with it or above board. He suspected his feed would be watched, fuck the Fates but he was used to that level of scrutiny. In the end, a specific and recent event, a finding during his most recent follow-up had prompted him to his next actions.

It was late, late enough that his electricity had gone out like clockwork. A fire burned in the hearth, it's light casting an amber glow and shadows across his face as he actually put himself in the frame for once. ]


Let me tell you about a child )

[OOC: Link to the log event some of these details/dialogue comes from ]
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[ It's been two weeks since she's woken up in the Complex, the effects of her cryostasis wearing off, finally. The effects of her death and resurging, that's another story. Her throat and lungs aren't feeling so raw but the latter still feels rough. At least she no longer feels like she's going to choke with each breath she takes. And the hacking up blood has stopped. On the other hand, the nightmares of the exact moment don't come as often but they're there.

They're always there.
]

I was always under the impression that when you died, you stayed dead. There were no second chances. Maybe I haven't come to terms with it. I've come close to death's door too often but never like that.

Has anyone ever...?


[ If anyone here has died and returned, wouldn't asking bring back unpleasant memories? Elena's aware of that, unfortunately there's only been one other person whom she's been able to talk to who can relate.

This isn't something she can talk to Nate about because of how sensitive a topic it is between them still, and that's why she's locked the post from him. She needs to know if there are others.

Plus there's just one more thing...
]

My wedding ring also seems to be missing... It's plain silver and has an engraving on the inside. It's been missing since I woke up in the Complex.

If it's shown up anywhere then please, I'd appreciate a heads up.



( ooc; the ring is gone forever, and although the post is locked from older!nate, it's still free game for anyone who knows him to bring up the post/topic/any conversation to him. c: )
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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.]
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[A woman's voice comes over the network. She sounds annoyed. Like she's been waiting and waiting for something and now that it's finally happened, she has to collect herself.]

Yes, hello? Is this the Customer Service line? I've been trying to call your shit for days now. I know that the sun is out and everything but that doesn't mean you can not answer the phone! If the sun goes out, who else am I gonna call? I've got to report this service outage to someone. The sun going out is also kinda unprofessional. I'm not exactly feeling confident in you guys here.

Anyway, my complaint is as follows. I need to get off this plane of existence like right fucking now. And I know that it's probably not your fault who you pick up and drop off here, it's just policy and blah blah blah but it's very important that I get back to the plane of existence I was on before. I want to return this kidnapping for a full refund.

I hate to show up and run without wrecking any shit as is my thing, but this is kind of getting in the way of what I'm trying to do. Which is literally ONE JOB. I had one fucking job and this makes it look like I can't do one job. So for the sake of my resume and the universe, send me back.

Also some asshole owes me 15 dollars and I need to collect. Priorities and all.

Yes, that's it. Thank you for your time. But next time if this complaint doesn't go through, I'm gonna ask for your goddamn manager!

((No TAZ spoilers really in the post but some might always appear in the comments, I will try to warn for anything in the subject head!))

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Jul. 3rd, 2017 12:24 pm
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[Upon the screen flickers on the image of a woman with black hair and a full set of armor with a sword engulfed in flames engraved at its center. The camera is set at an awkward angle and some adjusting takes place, but it's clear someone has at least done their research on the device before them. Once in better focus, the expression given is one of incredulity before it eases into a more friendly demeanor.]

I think I've exhausted passersby well enough with my questions. To those who have been of help thus far, thank you. If this does, in fact, work as I was reassured, [there's a tired sigh,] then there is still a great deal I have yet to understand.

[She manages a lighter smile. Her tone gives little joy, however, and holds a serious air with her words carefully considered.]

Assuming it is working, however, I am Ser Evangeline de Brassard, Templar previously of the White Spire [She pauses in consideration if there is more to say on that matter, but with only a moment she moves on.] I realize titles likely mean little here, but should it to anyone I would encourage working together if a way is to be found to fixing this current predicament.

While I am still learning about this place, it takes little to understand this is a dire situation. Please do not hesitate if any are in need of assistance. It may be small, but I will help however I am able.

[Her demeanor visibly relaxes just as well as her smile.]

Thank you.
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[We interrupt your regularly scheduled Important Current Event Updates with someone's elbow knocking into their TAB. Or maybe alien metal plus alien tech equals some kind of spark and power surge or something. Either way, this is a close-up of Shiro's elbow for several seconds of blurred movement and muffled yelling.]

[Because something's on fire.]

[And he's hitting it with one hand. Which is probably alarming if you're new to the neighborhood and aren't aware one of his hands is made of metal.]


-- why? I just hit a button! Stop! Burning!

[Oh yeah, he's in the kitchen. Butchering microwave food.]

[Because before the TAB clicks off with another knock of his elbow, there's a brief shot of the poor, butchered food. It's space easy mac. He burned space Easy Mac.]

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May. 24th, 2017 02:14 pm
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[Nate's face looks unusually serious when it appears via TAB today. Not sad or upset or grim, just like he's feeling unusually contemplative. Shut up, he's allowed to have a moment once in a while.]

You know, when I first came through the Ingress, I actually thought I was dead? I'd been flying in my best friend's plane and suddenly I was in bizarro land, so I figured we went down and I'd just blocked out the fiery death. And then they gave me a job and I knew I was in Hell.

[He's mostly kidding, but only because the teaching gig had turned out to be surprisingly fun.]

Space isn't the worst place I've had a rude awakening in, and I figured okay, we're on a ship, we're going somewhere with a way to get home, it's just a matter of time. And then the ship crashed but we found that place anyway but actually getting home depends on a bunch of science bullshit I don't understand.

And then I took a closer look at the local calendar and, near as I can figure out, it's been almost a year. [He holds up a hand.] Yes, okay, we also spent a year back on party planet, but I try not to think about that so it doesn't count. Makes me wonder how long it'll be—how much time will people spend passing time before deciding to actually live their lives?

Honestly...I'm not sure it makes a big difference with me. There's stuff I want to get back to, sure, but passing the time with some of you guys hasn't been too awful. [He grins.] Hey, to mark the anniversary, I'll do free sketch portraits for anyone who comes by to find me on the front steps of the big museum in Region 1.

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[The video feed flicks on to show Hawke sitting at a table. Covering the table are all sorts of circuit boards, wires, a laptop, various tools. You know, the things that you see and you go "this person must be some kind of tech genius". She's also wearing glasses. They make her look like hipster garbage.

Finally, there's a little handwritten note on the edge of the desk that says Hawke Industries. The Hawke part seems like it used to say something else but it's been scribbled out. A name that starts with an S? Something like that.]


Hello fellow Moirans and those that were never on the Moira. Morianots? Never mind. Terminology isn't what's important here. What is important is all the shiny new abilities being passed around like the plague. Sorry to anyone who accidentally lit their breakfast on fire when they woke up a mage. But I bet it was hilarious for everyone else.

Anyway, my important announcement is that I'm a genius now. See? You can tell by the spectacles. [Oh that explains the glasses] I know all about computers, engineering, physics, renewable energy, artificial intelligence, and making suits out of metal. Which I won't do. Because, let's be honest, it's embarrassing.

So from now on you can direct all your technological questions to me. I'll answer them in a very overcomplicated and round about fashion with a slight bit of scorn for your inability to understand. But fear not, I'm prepared to throw myself on that sword for the sake of everyone here.

[And off goes the feed. Is she really going to actually fix shit or do anything? WHO KNOWS.
She's a wild card.]

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May. 14th, 2017 04:49 pm
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[The video feed turns on, although it’s at a bit of an odd angle - you see the video moving as though whoever is holding it has no idea it’s on. You get a shaky glimpse of the ground, an arm, a hat, before it’s held up. The picture is half obscured by a large thumb, but you can still make out two faces - an elf with a pointy hat and a human with magnificent sideburns. It re-adjusts as someone pushes it from the side to center it more on the elf. ]

I don’t think it’s working - wait - Uh, hail and well met, my good - Whoever you are. My name is Magnus Burnsides, and this is my companion -

Uh, that’s San-- Ysandra Lyee? That’s my name. The Y is silent, my good whoever you ares. [He’s not going to specify which Y. Or where they are, because this is audio and they’re silent, obviously.]

[Whispers. Audibly.] Oh, were we doing fake names? Cool. Nevermind. I accidentally said the wrong name. My actual name is Leeman Kessler.

[Whispering, also audibly.] You think, you think It’s a great idea to just roll up in here and tell them our names? Yeah, cool, good well-thought out plan, hey thanks for the kidnapping, real great to meet ya’ homies, lovin’ it here. Nice weather we’re having today in this cool new reality, here’s my real actual identity. Go nuts!

[Covering the entire picture with his palm as he continues to whisper. Not at all covering the mic.] Okay, okay, well, I think they bought it. Not that I get where knowing our names would get them. Uh, anyway, that’s us. Leeman and whatever he just said. We’re here to help. Can all of you just go ahead and tell us whatever is going on here? Any strange occurrences? Someone maybe, for example, seemingly under the thrall of a powerful magical artifact? That kind of thing?

Yeah-- I’m, whatever I just said. Or what I wrote on that paperwork. Just a great-- Having a great time all around, super into the invasions of body and privacy, and whatever. Can’t wait for more. Anyway, we’re ready for your exposition dump. Lay it on us. Also accepting answers in categories, uh, “what the fuck” and “why” - I know, they gave us the little guidebook, but full disclosure, did not read it. And also maybe where the nearest Fantasy wholesale shopping store is? Wasn’t exactly planning on this, completely underestimated the amount of snacks I’d need for this trip.

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May. 11th, 2017 01:13 am
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[ Social media, in Logan's firm opinion, is useless shit to him. Maybe he's too used to having been in hiding for too long, but it just feels like a bad idea to be connected to a network, even if he never uses it.

Now that he needs it....urgh, it's still a bad idea. ]


Is this thing on-

[ Yep, it totally is. His expression is flat, the scenery behind him rather nondescript- a grassy field, a stand of trees. The dark, salt-and-pepper wolverine ears peeking from his hair twitch. ]

I'm not gonna bore everyone with story time introduction bullshit or powers crap- I got a question for residents of Kauto.

You guys got an optometrist somewhere on this planet? Someone that sees humankind, not...Cthulhu alien-types or whatever else. I need a pair of readers.

That's reading glasses, if I wasn't clear. I'd like to get them pretty quick.


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May. 10th, 2017 10:04 pm
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Thank god I only have my weird ass powers to deal with and not more weird ass powers to make my life even weirder.

Unless I got something like, super knitting and I'm missing out big time.

Then again, intergalactic space viruses...never a dull day huh?
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 [When a project is complete, the next natural phase is to test it. Which is the phase that Pidge has reached with three makeshift television sets and an experimental game system Pidge had to build in order to play what appears to be a video game that was randomly found at the market. And maybe Pidge had been holed up in the bedroom room more than usual lately, and maybe without saying much about why to anyone.

Well. Everyone's about to find out whether they like it or not.

Because when the feed comes on, it's clearly accidental. Mainly because the first words that come through are:]


Oh, COME ON!! Getting in close doesn't work, ranged attacks don't work, no blindspots from behind or on the sides-- How the fucking quiznak am I supposed to beat your ass?!?!

[The camera seems to have turned on by itself after getting knocked down off of something. It's clearly laying on the ground, tilted up so that Pidge's face is just barely in sight. The controller is more clearly in the center of the frame as it's being used, fingers pressing buttons furiously as Pidge curses up a storm at the TV screen. Things like "C'mon c'mon c'mon mother fucker just try that punk ass move one more time" and "you piece of shit AI, you've got one job!"

Someone should probably interrupt.]