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[sleepdarts]

( The device is carefully placed before the video starts, letting it show only the piece of paper in question. It's not quite the wanted signs of the past but it'll do the job.

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76. She's calling him out.

The video only stays on for five seconds before it switches off. It's done its job )

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[perceivingly]

[The network does start, showing the face of a man who looks to be in his late teens to his early twenties. His face is sun-darkened, his hair dark, his shirt open at the neck, and there is a gleam of gold in his ears. His general air is seemingly playful, as if he is a man that could easily laugh.

Yet the most striking thing about him likely are his eyes. One is gold, and the other silver. He raises an eyebrow a touch, and his mouth shifts into the ghost of a smirk. His voice is gravelly, deep, and there is perhaps a slight lilt to it, when he does finally speak.]

Ah. So it is as simple as the push of a button.

[Although given the look that he is offering, it is fairly clear that Po is not familiar with the item in question.]

When I once said I was more restless than my brothers, I never meant to end up in another universe. The very notion has never once crossed my mind. Rather, it simply meant I preferred to go along my way as I would, through the Seven Kingdoms, perhaps a bit further, if the fancy ever took. Yet, here I am, and I should properly introduce myself.

[There is a motion, and he does come across as quite a social creature, as he bows to the screen.]

Prince Greening Grandemalion of Lienid, Po, to my friends, at your service. I will completely forgive you if you have not heard of my little kingdom. I can say that this little item- a TAB- is quite foreign and unknown, although it does seem to be quite handy. But, I will be more than happy to tell you about mine, if you tell me about yours.

[That light dancing back in his eyes.]

Whether island, city, farmstead... Space ship? Do many people come from worlds with this means of travel?

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[uptightness]

[There is all of two seconds where Carolina does debate actually taking her armour off (or at least her helmet) and addressing the network like that, but old habits die hard. It may well as be a second skin for her now, which is why viewers are greeted with that aqua-ish coloured armour. The helmet tips slightly.]

I'm seeking information about two things.

[While she has done some recon on her own, she is of the mindset of why not use all available resources. And she is well aware that others might know some things that aren't exactly written down in a guide book to this place.]

Firstly, I'm looking for someone who is good with armour- a combat suit with tech. Repairing and maintenance. Though don't get any ideas.

[Because she is picky, and not just going to let her armour be looked at by any idiot on the street. Even if the AI enhancements are not functional now that Epsilon is gone, it still is tech that she doesn't need getting in to the wrong hands.]

Secondly, I've been told that we're supposed to do our part. Is there data accessible about the history of what has transpired, especially before you were brought here? I'd prefer to know more before simply accepting employment.

[Which is about all that she needs.]

If you know anything about either, ask for Carolina.

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[prespangled]

[technology like this is easier to learn the second time around. so steve rogers, product of the 1940's, takes to the tab like a duck to water.]

Just when I thought I couldn't get any farther from Brooklyn, I end up on another planet. But between the cave and all those Flash Gordon comics that my buddy and I used to read, maybe I should've seen this one coming.

[speaking of buddies:]

My name's Steve Rogers. I'm looking for anyone who might've ended up here with me, or maybe knew me before that. [steve frowns, brows thoughtfully furrowed.] Or...after that, I guess. I hear I look a little bit different then.

I'd also rather not waste any time when it comes to pulling my own weight, but I'd like to do that while also helping others. If anyone knows of jobs that can do both, I'm all ears. Thanks.

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[eruit]

[ Hanzo is not the kind of man that accepts things lightly and being checked over and introduced to some foreign place does not sit well with him. He is uncomfortable, he is unhappy and, more importantly, he is frustrated by what he has found by reading as much as possible on these devices. There has been mention of himself and, at the same time, mention of his brother.

His brother who is not listed, but he cannot run the risk.

The fear is a slight chill down his spine, something that prickles and makes his arm ache ever so slightly. ]

Genji Shimada. Is he present.

[ It's a question, really, but he's not really thinking straight right now. In fact, he's thinking that sitting in a corner with his flask of sake and his thoughts might end up being far more productive. ]

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[imoustacheyou]

[When the video clicks on, it's not to the confused face of a newcomer, to the concern of someone who has just been plucked out of their universe and thrown to another. It's not of anger, fear, annoyance, none of that. When the video focuses, it's on a man wearing a strange dark coat, twirling one end of a ginger mustache between his fingers. He has light blue markings on his face, pointed ears, wild hair, a patch over his right eye, and looks entirely nonplussed by this entire situation.

In fact, this particular newcomer seems settled enough that he's able to hold the TAB in a steady hand at the perfect MySpace angle. No, seriously, he has this selfie stuff on lock.]

You know, this reminds me of that time I was on the coast of Melharoo, on the planet Yaluk of the Fifth Nebula. There was an entertainment city -- Va Harn, I believe the name was -- with a resort that operated kind of like this. Woke up there without a clue of what I'd been doing the past week! Turns out I'd had a particularly nasty run in with a few Wabbernocks! [Here, he laughs. As if everything he's saying makes complete and total sense.] Last time I went there during a waning metra.

[He lets go of the edge of his mustache, letting it bounce back into place as he regards the lens of the TAB.]

It's been a good while since I've had the time to learn about a new culture, so go ahead fellow visitors and Thisavrounians! Give me your best stories. Tell me about your culture, your technology, your holidays-- anything you could possibly think of!

[And, almost as if it's an afterthought, rather than the whole point of this broadcast Coran come on]

Oh! And if anyone's heard some rumors about flying robotic lions -- particularly a colored set -- I'd appreciate the information.