thisavrou

[ Have Flynn, absent his usual smile. He's all-business, and in one of the labs, though the shadowed backdrop of hexagon tiles probably doesn't look terribly familiar. For a moment he's not even looking at the camera, but at something past it, until he drags his attention back. ]

Evening, folks. Gotta skip the pleasantries tonight, I'm afraid- there's something you all need to see.

[ He taps at his ACE, and a beautiful little holo model of their end of the station shimmers into view like a heat mirage. There's the observation deck, the barter block, living quarters, the whole shebang, with tiny points of gold light scattered hither and thither- roughly marking the inhabitants. It turns slowly, a wireframe of cyan light, while he continues, ]

For the past five months, we've been inhabiting this portion of the former Ingress Station, making journeys out into the wider universe via the portal. Much of the structure outside our immediate area isn't in the best shape, so we've been pretty limited when it comes to moving around.

Now, check this out.

[ With an easy gesture, the drag of two fingers, the wireframe pulls back. More of the old station appears, bands of light branching out to form the structure- a massive one at that. Anyone forget how freakin huge this place is? Will get a reminder here. ]

For the past couple of months, I've been working with Erik and Wanda to get a new scanning device up and running- ah, here we go-

[ At a fair distance from their home, the wireframe quits assembling in the air. After that long expanse of nothing in the preceding build, gold pinpoints of light suddenly begin to bloom, lighting up like a Christmas tree. Flynn looks back to the camera, calm still, but for the glint of excitement in his eye. ]

I'll spare you all the technobabble of the how for the moment, but we're not alone on Avagi. We estimate there's maybe a couple hundred people a good two, three days' trek away. We know- or can make a pretty good educated guess -that they're humanoid, like us.

Right now, that's pretty much all we know. I've made a copy of our findings for anyone who wants a closer look.

[ Heyyy, a file pop-up, in the interests of transparency! For a second, though, he looks like he might have more to say, but changes his mind. He adds, ]

So. Who's feeling neighborly?

tearmeanewone

[The video starts and the first thing that's apparent is that Elizabeth's left arm is in a sling and she's propped up her ACE to film because she needs a free hand.]

So this. Thing. That's attacked a few of us throughout the station-- I got a good look at it when it attacked me. Which is fortunate, I guess, because I was able to cross-reference its features with the Moira's collection and come up with a theory.

I believe that what we're dealing with is called an onryō-- a spirit aiming to cause harm or even killing people as vengeance for wrongs it suffered in life. Which sounds far-fetched, I admit, but--

[And this is where the first book comes out. She holds it up, storytime-style, and shows a page with a clearly Japanese illustration of a four-armed creature. And wouldn't you know it, it looks a lot like this.]

--this is what attacked me. Four arms, black holes where the eyes and mouth should be. According to this, [She turns the book back around to read.] the story behind this particular spirit is a fairly tragic one. She's the spirit of a mask maker's daughter-- also his apprentice-- who made masks for Noh theater. She fell in love with an actor, but on top of being quite popular and famous, he was from a noble family. Still, she convinced herself that he was in love with her, and worked herself to the bone trying to make her masks perfect for him. When she learned that he had become engaged to another noble's daughter, someone he'd grown up with and loved, she apparently died, and turned into this creature out of sheer anger. Coincidentally, the theater where the actor performed was destroyed in a fire, and everyone that had ever performed there was found dead in one room. [There's an uneasy look at the camera here.]

That's more or less where the recorded history portion of the story ends, however folklore says that the woman's sister later received a mask in a box covered with seals, brought to her by a monk. The monk said that it contained the last mask her sister had ever made, but also warned her never to open the box.

I have a very bad feeling that mask is on this station, and it has been for a while. When I was attacked, I remembered seeing someone wearing a mask that looks like this-- [She produces a sketch she no doubt did while recovering. It's crude, but it's definitely a Noh mask with horns and fangs. Once she's sure the camera has focused properly on it, she turns a page in the book and holds it up next to the drawing. It's another woodcarving of the woman holding a mask, and it looks uncomfortably like the one Elizabeth drew.]

This is a Hannya mask, a Noh theater mask that's worn to indicate a female demon. Has anybody seen this mask around the station? If so, we may have an honest-to-God possessed item that's hunting us. [She can't believe she just suggested something so deeply rooted in myth and hearsay, but there it is. Elizabeth shakes her head a little and lets out a defeated sigh.] And I've never been particularly good at banishing angry ghosts even with two working arms. Perhaps if we just... do what the story says happened before: find a box, seal the mask, and never, ever, open it again... she'll disappear? Is that how most haunted-object situations go?

((OOC: Hey guys! Kazuhira Miller was originally going to make this post, but Liz has picked up this part of the ongoing Hannya mask plot. I'll do my best to keep things rolling, and I definitely encourage threadjacking and sharing of ideas in here, because Liz's involvement has always been limited to just the lore portion so I'm flying a little blind as well. Thanks! ))

welcomeprofessor

[ The A.C.E. camera feed is set up so that when it flickers to life--best effort converted technology that it is--it's a steady front-on angle. This is #seriousstuff, he doesn't want this to be construed any other way. ]

First off, I believe I need to extend an apology to all of you for having been somewhat lacking in faculty at being faculty. Excuses be what they may--and I know the past several months have been a distraction, to say the least--I recognize that they do only extend so far.

That all said, with some very enthusiastic support, I think we may just be ready to get this school on its feet properly.

And yes, kids, I did say school.

[ It's said with a smile, but he knows the excuses are coming. Better to cut that off at the quick, right? ]

To those of you who expressed interest previously, please consider this your formal follow-up invitation. We need all the help we can get.

[ ooc: There is an ATTACHMENT to the video post. This spreadsheet should include separate pages for classes, student sign-ups, and clubs (if you're inclined to extra-curriculars). Feel free to slot yourself in how you want, add a new line if you want to double up on a subject/deal with a variant of, or add a subject I missed.

ooc, p.s.: I will have a school mingle log to condense top-levels/log posts/etc. up later this week. ]

retrovirion

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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. ]

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!]

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