thisavrou

[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 :)

ultravires

[ A man comes across the screen, he has dark hair with highlights of magenta that comes through. There is more shadow than light, however, so the background is hard to decipher with high contrast to his face with what light there is. ] Hullo––

Hullo! It is good to make your acquaintance, allow me to introduce myself, I am Ardyn Lucis Caelum! I hail from Eos and come, no doubt equivalently to some of you, from far and beyond this realm! Even still, I find myself somewhat astounded by the reality of this situation! Call it jet-lag, perhaps, .. I wonder, will my head ever come down from the clouds? Hmm!

[ He softly chuckles. ] Ah, well! If any of you could be so kind and share with me some of your stories of acclimation? I would welcome any tales of experience to remedy that dreadful disconnect!

nyxus

[The TAB is new but the technology is familiar enough he is confident as he opens up a video feed, to whomever might be out there listening. Nyx scratches his cheek lightly as he looks ahead with a small, crooked smile.]

Hello, world.

I'm Nyx.

[He looks as if he's going to laugh before too long. It's just a little awkward being alone in his apartment talking to a device he's not even sure is actually broadcasting anywhere.]

Alright so, I found the gym somewhere. [If he can find it again is another story. It's only been a week, this place is gigantic.]

But what I'm really looking for is someone experienced in combat to train with. I'm new here, so I can't pay you.

Uh. [Nyx thinks a moment wondering what else to say.] Knife, and hand-to-hand combat. Thanks.

a_shadow

I.

I'm not asking for anyone's help making this decision, but I've got a big one that dropped in my lap, and I'm thinking about the whole process now. You know—dealing with the whole 'this is going to affect me for the rest of my life' thing.

It's not fun.

I think I know what I'm going to do, but pulling the trigger, so to speak...it sucks.

II.

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nohalfway

[ It's pretty clear that whoever is handling the TAB is having difficulty figuring it out. Following some muffled profanities and crackling as the video is essentially a moving blur, the image clears to the visual of a young teen. Her red hair is messy, pulled back into a loose bun where her bangs continuously fall in her face. Different from her initial arrival, she is clean and devoid of any showing injury. There's a very clear scar on her eyebrow, which seems to have uniquely ceased the growth of hair, leaving a wide gap. That very brow wrinkles as she leans over the TAB and inspects. ]

Is this stupid thing working or what?

[ "Stupid", says the one who found this thing super awesome five minutes ago. The charm died out when she realized just how incapable she is of utilizing most technology. ]

Oh--

Oh, I see it now. It says "recording".

[ Ellie's voice is a touch hoarse, so she speaks quietly. She leans back in her chair when she is comfortable in knowing it's working. The teen takes a deep breath, exhaling heavily before speaking. ]

Okay, so I'm... Basically being told here that I should take a shot at, [ Ellie shrugs, waving her arms a bit to make a gesture. ] this. Getting acclimated, socializing, or something.

Anyway.

[ She waves, lips curled in a crooked, awkward and shy sort of smile. ]

What's up? I'm Ellie. I've been here a few weeks, but I haven't done anything on the network yet. So, er.

Nice... To meet everyone? I guess.

[ Her glance shifts away, and she eventually shakes her head and begins to reach for the TAB. ]

So that was pointless. How do I shut this thing off?

[ Ellie picks up the TAB, where the camera shows a pretty full image up her nose and under her chin as she flips it this way and that. A few more profanities, and eventually the feed shuts off. ]

nishizono

[ Tetora was going to chime in with the rest of the newcomers with a text post, but he's feeling a little lazy. So video it is. He looks painfully garden-variety human compared to everyone else he's scrolled past on the TAB, which is a little ironic considering what he actually is. ]

Far as I've seen, everyone's either from super hyperspace sci-fi with the kinky headgear, or anachronistic Dark Ages transplants who got lost on the way to their horses, or talks like they deep-throated a dictionary. It's weird. You guys are weird.

Anyway, the name's Tetora. I'm new. I've also got the worst possible skillset for space, but if any of you are interested in sound engineering, come find me and we'll talk about it.

Is there pizza on the Ingress Complex, by the way? Is that even allowed? I've been going around but I don't think I've found anything that wasn't mystery meat.

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.

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.

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. ]

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?

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.

ستة وسبعون

76. She's calling him out.

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

disentombs

[The feed turns on and a handsome teen with brown hair and hazel eyes, mildly muscular build, and a small, polite smile, appears on screen and sits back to more squarely look into the camera. It seems like he’s a natural at appearing on screen like this, composed, like this isn’t a big deal to him despite being brand new here.]

Hi there. My name is Richard Gansey III, though just “Gansey” is preferred.

[In the background is a huge open room…it looks like a warehouse. Though there are home furnishings around—he’s sitting on a bed and in the background are bookshelves full, a desk, a nightstand.]

I’d like to speak to anyone that knows where there’s a compilation of the different worlds that have been explored thus far. I’m interested in learning as much as I can. Thank you in advance to anyone willing to help me.

worn_wings

So anyone find out where those hearts came from?

[ Yeah, this is what it takes to get him to address everyone: not weird transformations of the spaceship, not people turning into alien creatures, not getting stuck on that dead planet. Nope, it's trespassing. Trespassing, and melodramatic littering.

He's put this off, too, but hitting dead ends means it's worth the hassle. Maybe someone knows. ]

I'm not real big on people leavin' dead stuff on my doorstep.

prorenataa

[ Good afternoon fellow Ex-Moirans, enjoy a dizzying spin of the device before it settles to show a wide expanse of apple orchard. Occasionally, darting into the frame, is the form of a certain well known bahari, only he seems ... different.

Bigger, much bigger, probably standing almost four feet at the shoulder, his scales are now smoother and more colorful, with bioluminescent lines along his sides that are currently lit up with what appears to be a joyful color. His mane is also smoother, more mature and at one point, as he darts past, he gives what sounds like a little hiccup and a small burst of fire comes from his mouth.

The fire seems to surprise him, someone is still getting used to having grown up.

However, that is not the purpose of today's network contact.

From off to the side, comes Adrien's voice. If it sounds like he's picking apples it's because ... he's picking apples. ]

Quick question to the company assembled. Does anyone have any experience with very old Earth based computer technology? Specifically, floppy disks.

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