Jul. 12th, 2017 09:57 pm
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[personal profile] monomachy
[diana has been here just over a week and already this world seems to be falling apart. between the power outage and these strange creatures with black pits for eyes, her first impression of thisavrou is not exactly ideal.

but she's an optimist at heart, even when the situation seems impossible.

she has propped her TAB up on one of the walls outside her new home and has fiddled with it until she's figured out the video function. thank goodness she's a fast learner and that the information packet had lived up to its name. the amazon stands tall, tiara upon her head, armor shining, lasso of hestia glowing at her waist, and shield slung across her back. once she's certain the video is recording (resulting in a few seconds of her just standing there silently), she clears her throat and addresses the strange little device.]

I am Diana, princess of Themyscira.

[she wonders, right after she says it, if she should have kept the disguise that steve had given her in london. but she isn't in london, and steve... steve isn't here. she will not run away from who she is, or the duty that comes with that identity. it would not be right.]

I am new to this place, but not to battle against creatures from another realm. These mimics cannot be allowed to spread their corruption across this world. Already, I have seen them attack innocent people. If they are allowed to roam unchecked, I believe they will wreak untold havoc.

[she pauses, believing this is a good and fair assessment of their current situation. she exhales slowly.]

I do not know if they can be killed so easily. Certainly not without weapons. I attempted to stop one, but my intervention did not seem to faze it, and eventually it fled. So I am in need of a sword. A spear or bow will do. If nothing else, I need direction to a smithy where I might make my own.

[diana pauses, shifting her weight. she doesn't know if this is exactly the same as leading troops into battle, but--]

I cannot do nothing. Whether or not you join me is your choice.

[ooc; this post is neither forward- nor back-dated!]


Jul. 9th, 2017 01:41 am
sugaroutlaw: (Got a sunroof top)
[personal profile] sugaroutlaw
So annoying. [Says a low, lazy voice as the video starts. At first the feed is a little shaky, the focus is moving from dark hair to big shiny hoop earring and down to cheek, revealing some of the painted lips, before shooting up to show forehead and sunglasses. Guess someone isn't used to holding a camera.]

So um. Yo. [The woman in the video starts, sounding rather hesitant and awkward. She keeps a weird break before speaking again, this time trying to force the certainty to her voice:]

Got a few questions and these weird-ass looking tentacle faces are being too fucking pissy and annoying for negotiations. So umh, yeah. I'm looking for someone. Or someones, I guess. [The camera moves further away, now properly showing woman's face. She's lying on top of a big, bright colored scooter and her whole appearance is somewhat tense and fidgeting, almost as if she wished to be anywhere else but on live camera. It's dark in the background which rises the question why does she even need sunglasses?]

I'm looking for a guy. A really good looking guy so you'd definitely remember seeing him around. The other one I'm looking for is a kid. The most surliest girl you'll ever see, you know, like mouth full of lemons. But they look alike, the kid and guy. So. [She shrugs. Clearly she thinks she's given enough information.]

Other than that, anyone know where I can find this robot-something called Ted. Or Todd. Other Ingress Deputy shits will do. I got stuff to negotiate with them.

[In the last part her voice sounds much more confident than before, there's even touch of cheekiness to her expression.

There's another silent break before she ends the video.]
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[personal profile] ascendit
i'm no good with tech and not much better with magic, but i have a device that's supposed to do universe travel when it's not broken. if someone working on the ingress wants to have a look at it and play around with it, see if you can copy something that might help, go for it

cos i'm sick of evacuating my treehouse

[Well, no, he's not offering up the device which is his only way of using magic and also a solid barrier between him and death just because he's tired of evacuating. He's doing it for everyone here, because the twin planets' reliance on the Ingress has become immediately and tangibly clear since its outage, and if he has something that might help fix it, he's going to offer it.]

[OOC plotting comment about this offer if you want to use it as a springboard!]


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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So, for those of you who have been living under a rock, the Ingress is down for maintenance. [She pauses for effect, but not dramatic effect. In fact, just in case anyone is in doubt about how underwhelmed she is, she adds a sarcastic,] Ohhh noooooo.

[But she knocks it off a moment later.] Which... kinda makes me wonder why there's only one Ingress? I mean, this is what technology does. The motherboard fries, the battery dies, the motor overloads and catches the engine compartment on fire, it goes obsolete because the manufacturer decided to remove headphone jacks -- that's the circle of life. Or should I say... circuit of life?

[There's a notification sound from her TAB. She picks it up, and scowls a little at what she sees.]

... aw, c'mon, my pun wasn't that bad.

[She huffs and sets it back down.] AN-y-way, maybe this is the perfect time to roll out something to replace it? Something, let's say... personal?

Y'see, I've already been reverse engineering Hyperion's digistruction tech, and -- [she says with increasing enthusiasm] -- it took a lot of time to get the atomic reconstruction matrix right, but now that it's stopped turning my hats into jello, I think it's juuuust about ready to scale up, and start warping living things from place to place.

Lemme show you! Imagine that this is you. [She sets a toy robot down in front of the camera.] And imagine that table over there is the other planet! All we have to do is digistruct you down like so...

[She holds a device over the doll. It appears to scan it, and then disintegrate it down into blocks of light. A mildly terrifying thought, maybe.]

[Gaige picks up the TAB and moves it over to the far table.]
Then, we have a second digistructor which beams all your data over to the destination, and -- voila!

[She presses a button, and the robot reappears, as if it were being reassembled out of the blocks of light. However, there's a small problem: It's not on the table. Instead, it's about five feet to the left, sticking halfway into the wall. Its feet dangle down helplessly.]

... okay. Maybe it still has a few bugs to work out before we start using it on living things. Just-- give me a few hours to redo the calibration--

[And the camera's off again.]


Jun. 28th, 2017 01:54 pm
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[ In light of current events, Tetora's back to his old haunts on the Ingress. Which isn't too bad! Except for one small thing. ]

hey does this mean we're all fucking grounded? in space???


Jun. 2nd, 2017 09:05 am
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[ It's not immediately after arriving that Anderson finally accesses the network. Out of sorts and deeply discomfited, she falls back on professionalism, as she's been trained to do, and scopes out the area first. This reconnaissance includes a brief mental skim of assorted passersby, mostly to gauge honesty and make sure this isn't an elaborate psychic-induced hallucinatory trap.

She's strong, but she's not invulnerable. She knows that's a possibility.

Except... it seems like it isn't, and she really is here, wherever 'here' is in the universe. After the two days she's spent poking around and reassuring herself of the reality of everything, though, that's not even the most incredulous part to her. ]

Looking for some information. [ Her voice is smooth, pleasant, a young woman's voice largely stripped of tone and easy to listen to. ] Someone told me there's no police here.

No judges.

How does that... work? Has anyone had experience with the intermediary system?

[ How can a place like this exist? It seems impossible to her. And just who is she, here? Who is she if not a Judge? ]


May. 31st, 2017 08:19 pm
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[Chloe is sitting in what looks like a library. She's surrounded by heavy books, some of them looking pretty old and dusty and dog-eared in places, and there's a couple of paper take away coffee cups stacked off to one side.]

Right, so I've been thinking. We can choose to live in a pretty diverse areas, where there's all this history or agriculture or cool tree houses or whatever and that's great, but there's still a hell of a lot that doesn't quite match up to what we've left behind, or at least that's what I think. I know there are some pretty big empty spaces for some of us.

Now me? I miss Tim Tams and Patron. There isn't a single acceptable substitute for Tim Tams in space and that's pathetic. It's amazing; I can drive a hover car, planet hop, read all about the great space battle between two alien races who couldn't agree on what the hell Covfefe is, and yet there's nothing close to a Tim Tam in any of the space shops. That seems like a pretty backwards state of affairs.

[She thumbs through one of the books and hums thoughtfully.]

So. If you were going to get space kidnapped again and you could pick and choose three things from home you could take with you, what would they be and why? People don't count.

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On behalf of my employer, I'm looking to hire a few people who are capable and discreet. If you have skills in any of the following areas, and you would be interested in occasional work, please let me know, and we'll arrange a task for you. If you complete it satisfactorily, it could lead to further jobs.

- Information gathering
- Infiltration
- Surveillance (short term or long term)
- Item retrieval
- Hacking
- General security
- Forensic investigation and testing
- Anything else that seems to you like it might be useful in an investigation

Mr Lane's primary requirements are that no one is seriously hurt or killed and that you keep the work you do for him to yourself. It's all right if you have a teammate in mind, as long as the task is suited to that kind of work and you can fulfil the request without drawing attention to yourselves. Payment depends on the task, but should average around 200 sencs for an evening or two of work.

It's also all right if you're working for someone else; Mr Lane is willing to hire you through your employer if your employer is unwilling to allow you to take the task as a freelance assignment. However, you may not share the details of any assignments Mr. Lane gives you with anyone else, including that employer.

Let me know if you're interested and find these terms acceptable.

[OOC post for more information!

Also, all threads are super super locked between characters.]
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[ Where oh where has the doctor been?

Well, a biological hazard with contagion ramifications. You do the math.

Now, however, having gotten a chance to sit down and look back over his notes, Adrien is taking the opportunity to put together something resembling a report to share with the class. Eventually it reads something like this. ]

In regards to the recent out-break of the biohazard and potential contagion situation on this planet.

Diagnosis of patients revealed no obvious affects or presence of the contagion still within our systems. This was a blanket finding across all species.

Material taken from the digestive tract, or equivalent, was likewise studies with no evidence of material outside normal parameters.

However, bloodwork lead to neurological follow-up, in the following circumstances. Where very slight alterations to the hormone levels (regardless of species) was identified further review identified these alterations as affecting the endocrine and adrenal systems (again we’re not all the same species, so the equivalent in those of you who don’t lay claim to either of these exact systems). The tests show minor, but consistent disturbances, that upon review against baseline levels, suggest a similarity to variations of withdrawal.

This effect is presenting as similar to other neurochemical imbalances, particularly anxiety and depression. If you happened to flag on these variances in testing and were taken for further questioning, I’d be interested in hearing how that went in hopes to continue to collect data on this outbreak.

Because experience, and my own prominent level of paranoia, suggests this information may be important in the future. Also, there’s a betting pool over whether the initial outbreak was an accident due to piss poor protocols, or a deliberate release of something weaponized.

For the record, I put down sencs on deliberate release, because this is precisely the sort of thing certain individuals would love to weaponize.

Finally, to those individuals who went crashing through the Ingress back to the slaver planet on some misguided mission of retributions? That was a fucking stupid move. Care to share with the class what long term solution you accomplished?


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 camera shakes a little as it comes on, and for a moment Wanda's hand blocks half the picture. The other half shows a quilt hanging on a wall, a patchwork piece of artwork displaying a scene from a sport involving players leaping through the air with batons trailing different colored strands, weaving a maze-like pattern they must all navigate.]

[Then camera stabilizes on Wanda, sitting on a bed beneath the quilt and leaning forward with eager tension. She takes a deep breath.]

Not long ago, I went to a museum that had a display about the planet Aueia, and they gave me a gift of a carving of a whale.

[Another deep breath, and she opens a small box and gingerly picks up a carving of a whale and holds it for the camera. Her gaze moves sideways as she does so, eyes widening into a stare at something to the side. After a moment, she sets the carving down again next to her.]

Every time I touch it, I see ... someone. [She closes her eyes for a second, hand brushing against the stone lightly. When she opens her eyes again, she looks determined.]

But I don't always see him in the same way. He has moods... He seems to be involved in different situations, and sometimes I think he can see me... Sometimes I see more than one image of my brother, going in and out like one of those... like an optical illusion that can be an old woman or a young woman or a duck or a rabbit, depending on how you look. Back and forth, like flipping a switch of perception.

I went back to the museum, but they couldn't answer my questions. I want to know ...

How does this stone work? Can anyone tell me? Where does the image come from? Does it come from me, or does it come from...something real? Could it come from something in a ... world next door? Could it be true? Or is it just showing me...memory and imagination?

And when I see different things, does that mean anything?

[She stops, then stares at the camera, pressing her lips together.]

No, I know it means something. I want to know what it means.
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[personal profile] otiosity
[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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[ Nihlus looks extremely nauseated, even under all the neon green. ]

It's name is Mother. The emptiness is gone now, I don't- I can't- find it again-

[ Here, he stops for a moment, running his hand over his crest, trying to regather himself, trying to regather his thoughts. They'd scattered the moment the recording started and it was so hard to find the words to describe everything that'd happened in the past couple of hours. ]

I am Nihlus Kryik. One of people who'd been part of the diplomatic venture to Asteroid 276.

The Ingress glitching had given me temporary powers, similar to what many of you seemed to have experienced.

On top of a myriad of other abilities, I was able to form a psychic link and establish... contact with what I believe to be the source of the contaminant. Whatever the being is, this Mother, they are linked to illness we'd gotten from that station.

And they are hostile.

If you have any form of psychic abilities, do not try and connect with it. It is dangerous and it can pull you deeper under its thrall if given half the chance to. Its intentions are unclear, but whatever the may be, they do not seem particularly friendly.

Please. Keep in network contact with someone uninfected, either a friend, family or a medical professional. Anyone who is available to monitor you. Report to them any changes in your condition.

[ He pauses for a moment, just staring at the TAB, trying find some angle to make everything he'd just said not sound as horrifying as they did. But there's nothing he can think of. ]

... Take care of yourselves.

[ Spirits, he really hopes he's wrong. ]
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[personal profile] a_shadow
Ever since we had that shared nightmare, I've been dreaming at night. I don't dream, this doesn't just happen.

[ There's a slight pause, and a hesitation, before she continues. ]

Okay, and this might sound weird, but I think I've been hearing people's thoughts. I know—that sounds impossible, right? But I have reasons for thinking I have. I need to know if there's anyone who has that kind of ability who can answer some questions for me.
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[ To say that it is taking some effort to adjust to the new reality Ororo has suddenly found herself in would be quite an understatement, but she still manages to look perfectly calm and composed as she offers the network a polite smile.

Would she like to maybe have herself a minor little breakdown? Sure. But she has absolutely no idea what sort of consequences that might have considering the quite substantial storm that is already going on outside the Ingress Complex, and there really just isn't time to fall apart right now. Maybe at some later point she can allow herself to fully absorb the shock of what has happened, but for now she has to keep moving forward.

Hello. My name is Ororo Munroe, and I'm a relatively new arrival here. Where I'm from I'm a teacher, mostly ancient history which isn't really going to be too useful around here unless some of you are dying to know about the Roman Empire, even if that was never a thing on your planet or in your timeline.

What I also am, is a mutant, which in my case means I have the ability to control the weather. I can survive in just about any climate, and I can get all sorts of information about what is going on in the environment around me because I am basically wired into it, which is a gross oversimplification but you didn't come here for a lecture.

[ Damn, but it feels pretty good to not hide what she can do. Screw anonymity, she's nowhere near Earth and its mutant registration act, and she is going to be completely and unashamedly herself. ]

I'm mentioning these things because I'm going to be needing a job pretty soon, so I figured I should put myself out there. Thank you for listening.

[ Her expression shifts into something a bit more amused, and at the same time sort of sad. ]

Oh, and if you have any good hangover remedies? Feel free to share them.

[ She's asking for a friend.

No, seriously, she is.