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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?
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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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[And here's Lorna, complete with an expression that looks like she is both pissed off and has a migraine.

Anyone who can perceive auras such as magical or psychic ones will be the only ones to notice a purple -- violet, really -- semi-abstract butterfly shape around Lorna; mostly around her head. It's made of psychic energy, so not a tangible substance. It's a manifestation of the powers of one Elizabeth Braddock -- AKA "Psylocke" -- from Lorna's world, and the powerset also comes with telekinesis.]


Can everyone. Just. Please think less loudly for two minutes? I know I'm not the only one freaking out, but damn -- some of us have psychic powers suddenly and without notice beforehand taking up residence in our brains. How do you all who have this all the time deal with it, shit.

[Lorna is grumpy and overwhelmed. She might apologize later for being so short in this message, but right now all of you are giving her a migraine, so she's not inclined to not be like This at present. She knows she's not the only one dealing with weird, but she also has a tendency to get kinda like a dumbass when she gets this grumpy, so anyone inclined to call her out on it, probably should do so and tell her to Chill Out.]

The telekinesis, I can live with. [She holds up a fist, and again, only people who can detect magical or psychic auras will notice a ball of purple telekinetic energy around her fist.] It works on not-just-metal stuff.

[She's been grumpy enough for one video, so she ends the feed there.]
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I’m going after the thing we saw on that security feed. My associate and I want a few people who know what they’re doing.

The goal is one or two small teams to do the dirty work, but medical personnel or anyone with experience in containing potentially biohazardous material is also appreciated. We can hunt the thing down and neutralize it, but we’d like to capture it if we can, which means we’ll need a containment method.

Might save everyone a few trips to the decontamination center if the Savrii can determine what it is and if it’s actually dangerous. If you're interested, inquire within. If I don’t know you, be prepared to talk about your skill set. We’ll compensate you for your time.

[video]

May. 9th, 2017 09:06 am
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[The video flicks on to Natasha standing carefully in the middle of her workshop, as far away from anything as she can get. The reason why is pretty clear, as she is currently on fire. Flames flicker up from her arms and shoulders and around her head, but it doesn't seem to be actually bothering her much if the sardonic look she gives the camera is any indication.]

Turns out that accidentally torching your bed makes for one hell of a wakeup call. Especially if you're the torch.

[She glances down at her burning hands and sighs, then leans in to give the camera and intent look.]

Please tell me it isn't just me, and that there's something weird going on. I really don't want to have to find out what kind of coding error can cause this.

video;

May. 6th, 2017 09:18 pm
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[rey is standing in kauto's district one, holding her TAB so it's facing three buildings. on the left is a sweets shop, and on the right is a business that would pass as a pharmacy. sandwiched between them is a very unassuming storefront, kind of in need of a paint job. but rey already poured all her money into this venture, so redecorating will have to wait. she has, at least, thrown together a sign from some sheet metal, letters cut out of the same (with a lightsaber, of course), and welded together (probably not with a lightsaber).

THE GARBAGE WILL DO

after the feed lingers on the store, she heads for the door, flipping the camera to face herself. she looks proud, but also mildly uncomfortable. she's never owned much of anything, let alone her own business. the inside of the building appears mostly bare behind her, but for some metal work tables and scattered tools. she clears her throat, looking off to the side, away from the camera.]


This is mine. The business, I mean.

[there's a soft beeping in the background, almost encouraging. bb-9 is a good friend.]

I fix things. I'm good with starships and vehicles. But I can work with other things--weapons, droids... appliances. Anything mechanical. I can do some programming, too.

[advertising is clearly not her area of expertise. she lowers the TAB for a brief moment before bringing it up to her face again.]

Anything bigger than a standard speeder won't fit here, but I can make uh, house calls. [but who would keep a starship at their house?? focus, rey.] And if you've got any scrap metal or salvageable machines, I'll take them. I can probably build almost anything. So, yeah. I guess I'm open for business.

[announcing something so publicly is so weird. she quickly disconnects the feed.]
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[The woman on this video transmission has green hair everywhere -- on the top of her head, her eyebrows, her eyelashes -- and green eyes to match. She's wearing all green, too; in addition, her lips are green -- but that's just because she has green lipstick on, not because her lips are naturally green.

She's levitating her device by way of creative use of her mutant powers, so at least people aren't getting an extreme close up of her face.]


Sooo, I guess I'm doing the multiverse and-slash-or space thing again. Cool. I mean, new places and worlds are kind of par for the course for me at this point, so I'm more fascinated than disturbed -- at least for the moment. I'll see how this shakes out.

[A beat. She is super chill right now.]

Anyway -- name's Lorna Dane, AKA Polaris, also on and off member of teams of the likes of X-Men and X-Factor.

[She says all of that in hopes that someone here will know at least one of those names. If not, oh...well?]

I've been poking around and seeing what I can, but if anyone wants to tell the newbie here the less obvious do-'s and dont'-s' of this place, I would be much obliged before I make a dumbass out of myself.

[Or, you know, people can start taking bets on how long it is before she gets in trouble, some way, some how.]