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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. ]

specifications

[ You know what, he's not even going to pretend to know what the fuck has been going on the past few weeks since he got here. Yeah, he knows about the decontamination and the parasite blob thing and the new security thanks to some asshole kid. He knows all that.

Any of this other stuff? It's a blur. He just needs a way to preoccupy his mind. Some damn stability. ]

For anyone that isn't a native of this place: how long did it take you to find a job? Do you know of any places that are hiring? I'd appreciate any help or possible offers.

[ Because he's been trying on his own and by God if he's stuck here, they better give him something to do. ]

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.]

inconsequence

[Ordinarily text is their preferred method of communication. It is simple, to the point, and allows them ample time to compose their response with as many polysyllabic words as possible, as if that might compensate for their apparent youth. But there is little to no time for that, now. So the transmission, when it occurs, is audio only.

The tone of the speaker is that of a child's - albeit a cold, brisk, and businesslike one.]

Some time ago, it seems that a significant portion of the Moira's crew, when it existed, was abducted by a group of interdimensional slavers. They were held against their will. Exploited for the purposes of others.

[A hiss of a match being struck, and the crackle of something being set alight, and the voice continues:]

There were children among them.

[A moment. A halting intake of breath, the fluid cadence of their speech disrupted. Muzzling the impulse that swells in their chest, the boiling ember of rage that eats at what passes for a SOUL, for one such as them. Expression flat, words dull. Control. Control. Always, control.

Speak as though nothing is wrong.]

I am transmitting the Ingress signature one may use to access this world. Those that possess a conscience, or those that simply wish to have something to fight - [The last word twists into something else, a live snake coiling into a promise.] - I would encourage you to take action.

private to METTATON:
The way is open. Try not to get killed.

[Attached is the Ingress signature. They've already wasted more words than he's worth, honestly, but if something should happen to him, both Frisk and Asriel will very likely have something to say about it.]

private to ASRIEL and FRISK:
I will be away on a mission of sorts for a few days. Do not worry about me, and please, do not follow. I am well equipped for the task.

[[ooc: head on down to the mingle log if u want to do a slaver ass-kicking]]

ventifact

[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.]

banditings

[There's a little rustling in the background before Emori finally speaks. She almost decided not to do this.]

Is there any kind of schools here? Not just for children but... does anyone know, in general, what options there are?

[There's a quiet sigh.]

Please respond in audio or video only.

[She can't actually read.]

retrovirion

[ hey look it's the corner of a bedroom. like. the top corner? there's pictures on the wall in the background but you really can't see much more than peter around where he's stuck the TAB to the wall. ]

Hey everyone! I had this project I was working on, back home, for school. I figured I didn't wanna get too rusty so I decided to recreate and then finish it here. [ shh he doesn't like school. he honestly doesn't miss homework but sometimes you learn cool things! ] So, yeah! I, uh, put it up for downloading. It's a game, by the way. It's a rough draft, and it was - well it was a school project so there were some specific elements that were supposed to be included, and I'm definitely gonna start over-explaining it if I keep going with that idea, so I guess if anybody wants to check it out for me then they can find it here. I didn't put a charge on it or anything since it's the first one I've ever finished, so I guess if you like it then just let me know? Or if you don't like it.

[ soooooooooooo

yeah. wave bye to the camera.

(ooc note: maybe double-check your volume before you start playing. good luck) ]

krasnayapautina

[As new as finding a heart on her door within the past few days was, it has had Natasha curious about traditions and holidays, and primarily how others here from other places and times than she might celebrate them too.]

Now I'm curious, for those who wants to share. What are everyone else's favorite holidays and traditions from their home worlds?

[A short pause -- one that only lasts about a second in length.]

Personally, I've always like decorating trees during the Christmas season in winter.

[Even if she hasn't subscribed to a religion or anything even resembling one -- well, at least any one resembling any of the handful of the major religions in her world -- in years. There's something really nice about putting colorful decorations on a tree.]

survivra

—What?

[ It's a question that's both disbelieving and demanding, Katsa's voice just a little more high-pitched than she usually ever speaks. Of course, since this is her first time using the TAB and among her first days in Thisavrou, it's not a detail that too many people should recognize, but still. Squeaky.

It's especially obvious once she continues speaking—lower, but no less demanding, with the look and tone of someone who's accustomed to getting answers when she asks them. ]

Is it a common welcome here, then, to offer some sort of poor beast's heart as a gift? Or does someone imagine they'll disturb others for amusement? A gift from a king, perhaps?

neverheardofhim

[Varric had lost track of the days he'd been on this backwater planet. New time systems and science involving orbits and science the likes of which he'd never had the time for made him feel a bit... temporally lost. He'd spent most of his time fiddling with his new devices, wandering about and grousing about how he was effectively useless, thanks to his weapon being strapped to his back.]

[But there was one thing missing.]

[He'd done enough fucking around to figure out just how the TAB worked. He'd experimented by sending a few small videos to the contacts he'd gathered up -- mostly insisting that the Hawke's eat their meals and drink whatever water they could find. The usual stuff.]

[Now it was time to get down to the important business. The feed clicked on, with Varric's face perfectly in view. He gave the device both a crooked smile and a nod of acknowledgement.]

A message to whoever's listening. You don't know me, I don't know you. That's all well and good, but I make a living off of knowing people. [Varric lifted a bottle of clear liquid into view.] So. What better way to bond than over a drink or two?

[He lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a long swig from it. When he looked back, his lips cracked into a grin.]

You can have a bottle all for yourself if you do me just one favor. Find me a quill, some ink and a decent notebook, and it's all yours.

grandpaladin

Ah, now it is working! Wonderful!

[The huge, booming voice on the other end of the TAB pauses for a moment, gathering up his thoughts. And when he speaks again, you can almost hear the grin on his face.]

Hello. To you I have not met, I am Reinhardt Wilhelm. And I, too, have come to give some words in this time. When we are still mourning the loss of our space homes. Our real homes. And our friends.

[He clears his throat. What he says next is pretty cheesy, but there's no doubt he believes in what he says, completely.]

Things can be destroyed. But as long as the people, as long as we are strong, my friends, we can always rebuild.

And, if you find yourself in need of some strength -- [Here, Reinhardt laughs, though it's not his usual, booming one, it's more solemn.] -- call for me. And I will be your shield. I have strength to spare.

...

I just winked there. You cannot see it, but I did.

[click.]

nicearsenal

[There is a really, really unpleasant banging noise, like someone's thwacking their tab against a rock because (surprise) that's exactly what this particular someone is doing. A feminine, Australian accented voice cuts in after a while.]

-would have been nice if they’d given us a bloody crash course in how to use these things. How do you even-

[There is jarring sound of static and then a burst of distortion as a finger jabs at the TAB]

-tell-

[Another jab and more distortion.]

-if it’s-

[One more jab and for some strange reason, the image feed is flipped upside down and everything is strangely… purple.]

-working?

[There’s a sigh, and then coming through the upside down, purple video feed there’s a woman with dark hair looking quizzically at the TAB with a furrowed brow until she sighs.]

Some week this is shaping out to be.

[She jabs at the tab again, and while the feed returns to right side up, it’s still conspicuously purple.]

Okay. I don’t get it. Never did go in much for the whole sci-fi thing. First person to tell me where I can get a beer and a back rub in that order is my new space best friend. Name’s Chloe by the way. Chloe Frazer.

[She squints at the tab and then rolls her eyes.]

Shit, did I break it? Fantastic...

[ooc: backdated to during week two!]

abide

[ So maybe he sort of doesn't mean to send this as a mass text to the crew. Honestly, he doesn't know who he would have sent it to (if he'd been a bit more sober), but it's supposed to be a time of "year" where there's cheer and spirit, most of which everyone seems to be lacking these days. Also, because of certain complications regarding people he knows as well as the problem with the serum, he might have also gotten into more of the ~~space~~ booze than he should have a few hours ago. ]

I know it's been a rough couple of weeks for all of us, but if you need company or someone to talk to, maybe even a drink... You can find me in a tent a few down from medical.

I think it's important we try to stick together a little longer. [ Uh, yeah... At least it isn't a video of a huge, rallying speech this time. ] Stay safe.

increases

WORST.

SPACE TRIP.

EVER.

[ What, did you expect something useful to go by? H A H ]

I want my money back.

readytocomply

[It's not the same as before where he'd woken up with a light breeze on his skin causing his too-long hair to dance across his forehead, and the sweet, dry smell of fruit trees. No, it's blue light and too much wind. There's nothing normal about that. The communication device strapped to his hand is cold. Bucky's used to not remembering things, but the long hall and unfamiliar faces tell him something's off. There's a million explanations going through his mind and none of them make any sense except one and he doesn't want to think about that.

Bucky goes through the motions. Steels himself while he's checked out. Signs the contract. Lets someone take him to his room and then walks the halls. Now back in his room, he clicks on the MID. His face is half-hidden and voice low. He wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary. He's combed every inch of this goddamn ship and he can't find Steve anywhere.]

I'm looking for someone. Tall. Blond. Loves America.

[It's risky to put it out there. He doesn't know these people and trust isn't something he gives easily. But he needs to find someone he remembers. Someone from Wonderland. Someone from back home. Everything is muddled and this place looks like something his mind has made up.]

His name's Steve.

[There's a brief pause.]

If someone could tell me what the hell's going on here, I'd appreciate it.

[The feed cuts off.]

[ooc: this bucky is a crau from another game. he thinks that he never left his previous game world and that it is during an 'event'. i'm so sorry if he confuses anyone.]

culver

[First, there’s audio. There actually isn’t any sound, except the soft sound of someone breathing. Then there’s something of a little huff, and then a very distressed-sounding breath being taken.

The breathing stops. There’s silence for a few moments, and then some scratching as fingers run over the MID's microphone. A softer brushing, as hair goes over it; she put it up to her ear. A few more curious taps with her fingers, and then the audio ends. The text function is next.]

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he ine

[Finally, the video flips on. A pair of bright, bright, big blue eyes are blinking curiously at the communicator. The frame tips up to show straw-yellow bangs, and then up towards the ceiling. After a moment it swivels down to the ground, showing a pair of standard-issue Moira boots. It swivels up again to show Nill.

She tilts her head to one side, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. And now that it’s out of the way, one small, white wing is visible behind her back.

Suddenly, she looks very distressed; her eyes widen very noticeably, and her brows furrow. Now a pair of wings are very visible behind her; they’re standing straight up, twitching with agitation. Her lips press into a thin line, and then she turns the camera away from her, giving a panoramic view of where she is; she’s standing near the elevator on Moro deck. She's here, so now what? Heine isn't nearby, and she needs to find him.

The young girl turns the camera back to her, the recording times out on her distressed face.]

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