thisavrou

[ Once they've all been settled in safe rooms, and the Away Team is gone, and their free time is spent in activities that don't require a lot of movement, so as to conserve as much air as possible, Erik decides to take the time to address something he's been meaning to for some time. It's not like he has anything more productive he could be doing. ]

Mutant brothers and sisters, while we're waiting for the Away Team to return so we can make the necessary repairs, I'd like to take this time to discuss some things with you.
I think it might be helpful to post some kind of general notice in case any others of our brethren arrive.

Some things I would like to post: Everybody's given names and chosen names. (Although in the case of Rogue, simply her chosen name would suffice as that is all any of us have ever known her as.)

Along with that, I think a list of who is related to whom and how (to the best of our knowledge) would be helpful. Although this is potentially a very stressful topic, so I welcome input on whether or not you believe this to be a good addition.

Finally, a list of topics that are better left alone. Chief among them, in my opinion, would be Cairo. If you have suggestions on other topics we would prefer not to discuss, or why we ought to discuss them even if we don't want to, we could use this space to debate what to include.

Any input you have on this topic is welcome. I'd like whatever we post to be decided via consensus, not fiat.

(OOC: This includes all X-Men, Wanda, and Charlie)

notglitching

[The ACE activates to show a brief video: the murky air of a contaminated hallway, occupied by a dark-armored shape with glowing red points of light. Those who know Rinzler will find the helmet-tilt plenty familiar. Those who aren't might wonder at the purpose: of the broadcast, or of the rattling whir of noise that fills the background of the feed. Both stare and sound will persist for several seconds before the video promptly shuts off.

Introductions clearly and obviously complete, Rinzler reverts to texting.]

Request data on available security personnel for groups: "away team", "home team".

Non-security combat functions also accepted.

[Just... skeptically.]

Private to: Roommates, Clu, Alan, Wash

Status?

Private to: Shiro

Request status of security subgroup.

nyx_it

[Cue smash cut to a turian in your vents, Avagi. Or, rather, in some paneling, the light from her omni-tool casting brilliant light over a smoldering circuit.]

So while half of this place is gearing up to go play diplomacy, anyone think we should focus on fixing our half of the station?

[Or whatever section they're in.]

We've got mold, standing water, carnivorous plants and power failures. Not to mention who knows how many of our supplies got wrecked.

Maybe I'm out of the loop -- and I'll be glad to be wrong there -- but maybe we should get a handle on the systems on our side first.

gridfather

[ 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?

magneticfields

(OOC: Locked to X-Cast, including Wanda but not Rogue)

[ Erik is uncomfortable with this situation, to put it lightly. Not only does the responsibility he now finds himself with weigh heavily upon him, but the act of putting himself in the spotlight and making some kind of public address, more or less, is also difficult. But he has to deal with it. So he retreats into the persona he generally uses when he has to do these kinds of things. Albeit without the cape and helmet, at least. ]

Mutant brothers and sisters. We find ourselves in an unexpected situation with the recent departure of Logan, Jean, and Charles. I know that you are most likely feeling uncertain about what this means for those of us who are still here. I find myself wondering the same thing.

I am here for you, with whatever guidance I may be able to offer. I do not have the experience with this sort of role that Charles and Logan had. I will do my best, for whatever that may be worth to you.

As for the majority of your education, my associate Miss Clara Oswald will be handling that. If you seek assistance on mastering your powers, I will do what I can. I will warn you: my methods are a bit harsher than Charles' tend to be.

And finally, I would ask you all to extend whatever kindness you can to Rogue. She is in a difficult and lonely position right now. You know she is from a point in time that is some years in the future for the rest of us. [ He pauses, as what he has to say is not only emotionally difficult but also the tenses involved are complicated. ] Apparently, I attacked her and very nearly killed her.

I don't have an explanation for why this happened to her. I can't imagine why I would do such a thing, but I saw her memories and I know she is telling the truth. She will need your friendship and consideration now more than ever.

If you have any questions or concerns, please bring them to me.

gridfather

[ The day is bright in Allcoran. Flynn is a little sunburned, a little tired, but he's nonetheless merry as he addresses the station. His ridiculous tanuki ears are quirked forward as well, all his attention on the camera. ]

Greetings!

I'm afraid I've got to beg for a little assistance this morning. You see, I need to get all of this-- [ A gesture and the camera zooms out, displaying the rather impressive collection of grain sacks he's currently perched on, ] --back to the station, and I can't do it on my own.

They're oats, [ he adds, fluffy tail a-waggin', as if that answers any sort of "where the heck did you get all of that?????" questions. did you know they give crafting items as quest prizes? neither did he! ]

Anyone who would like a share for their own use is welcome to have it. I'll be near the mill, no rush.

[ It is a beautiful day, after all. ]

clussy

(There has been plenty on Eddie's mind lately, and most of it he has been able to discuss with close friends and the Losers. There is one thing, however, that he had seen in his future that he cannot wrap his mind around. It's also shameful enough that he doesn't quite want to talk about it with anyone who could figure out what he's talking about. So he takes to the network.

It's a steady video, and this time, it's just Eddie. He's back at his unit, looking a little better than he has the last few times people might have seen him. He isn't quite looking at the camera. Instead, he's got the classic expression of a child who feels guilty. Eyes darting here and there, brow furrowed up but trying to smooth out, and twitchy mouth.)

Um. I don't really know how to phrase this exactly.

(He had something written down, and he glances at it. It still makes him go a little red. This was going to be embarrassing, but he really needed to figure some things out.)

So, let's say, theoretically... (Because that's never an obvious way to begin a question.) There's this person in a place where you married whoever you want because it's your choice to marry whoever you want.

(Eddie is aware of the concept of arranged marriage and he wants to clarify this isn't about that.)

Why would someone choose to marry someone that...they don't love at all? Or someone they're not attracted to? And I know some people marry for money- but what if it isn't about that either?

Why would someone do that? What if they married someone who- (Was a carbon copy of their mother? That's far too telling. He clears his throat.) Who...reminded them of someone...not good?

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. ]

clussy

(It felt a little bit like a blessing. After losing his memories, getting them back, and going through that alone, Eddie had damn near broken himself down with how badly he had missed his friends. But then they showed up. Not all of them, but the three boys he had been the closest to for the longest, the kind of childhood friends that started out in the single digits. Eddie Kaspbrak was happy. Maybe not perfectly, but for the time being, they were each other's perfect distractions and it was good to have them around.

On top of that, Eddie wanted them to know everything about this place. Including, most importantly, the people who lived there. He could have dragged them from place to place to introduce them to everyone he has come to know and care about, but then he remembered how the device worked and realized how much faster it'd be if he just sent out a video introduction.

So here he was, turning on the video feed and smiling into the camera. Anyone who had seen him lately would have noticed the kid was a bit off, but not here. He might still have bags under his eyes, but there was a brightness in him that hadn't been present in nearly an entire month.)

Hi! It's Eddie. So I know I told some of you about my friends a little bit? And guess what! They're here. Not all of them, but my best buds are- like. Childhood best friends.

(Can you feel his excitement? Eddie is practically vibrating. He's sitting in his room currently, and all it takes is him removing the device entirely from his wrist and turning it around to show Richie Tozier sitting on the floor.)

This is Richie Tozier. He's probably like, my best best friend. You might also notice he has some striking similarities to a trash can.

(He whips the video back around and grimaces a little. Richie was already speaking up with 'Whatever, eds, it's trashcan, not trashcannot.' The quib comes as Eddie's already turned the camera away, and Richie doesn't bother waiting for Eddie to stop talking. Them talking over each other is nothing new, though. Eddie doesn't even hesitate before plunging on.)

Really though, I have to apologize on his behalf for anything stupid he says. And trust me, most of what he says is really stupid.

(And Eddie's up and rushing out of the room, jogging down the hall before bursting into the nearby room that Bill and Stan were sharing. The camera gets whipped around and focuses on Stan. Not looking so amused at the intrusion.)

This is Stan! He's um- the man with the plan, you know?

(Then just like that, he's pulling out of the room, and heading into the main area.

The video doesn't focus on it, but as Eddie slides it across the room, people might notice that the door heading out of their unit is covered in several words painted in black. A large Derry painted over the door, a long list of names down the back of the door, including the Losers' names themselves. And of course, the ominously crookedly written It at the bottom of the door. On the wall beside the door are other words, some sketches, one that almost even looks like a map of something with 'sewers' written over the top of it. But it's a brief passing, something that slides in and out of perspective like a passing thought.

Then Eddie's focusing on a new boy and zooms in on Bill Denbrough's face.)

And this is Bill. He's practically my brother. He is arguably the coolest of us all.

(At first, Bill looks rather grave for his age, waving at the camera for his introduction. But then Richie has to go and jump at Eddie's back, grabbing at one of his cheeks which automatically has Eddie shrieking on the other side of the camera, and at that, Bill starts to laugh. Richie's voice filters through, indistinguishable (probably) insults not easily heard between Bill's laughing and Eddie's whining.

Eddie barely gets the camera back around, his face flushed, and he gives a long exasperated sound. Richie's hand can be seen coming out and grabbing at Eddie's cheek. Again.)

So that's- oh my God, stop- my best friends. So say hi. As for us? Well...We got some uh- stuff to do.

(Is that a small pile of what looks like Kaittan fireworks in the background? Oh boy. Let's just hope those are actually just strange looking sticks.)

OOC | It's completely up to you how you want to interact with this! Feel free to talk to Eddie directly, or make a post directed to all the Losers that they can respond to via separate threads. It's a free for all sort of thing so do whatever.

ex_bossily211

[Now that the fun of her "prize" for completing the trial is behind her, Clara's ready to focus on things that are important. Like work. The need to be constantly doing something and making herself useful keeps her going, and now that she's started her history project and her maps she figures she can take on one other task.

The only problem is, she's not really sure how this task will go over with the general public. Especially one particular subset of said public. So when she speaks, she looks a little unsure.]

Right, so, schooling. Figure we've all been here long enough now to establish something for the children. Or anyone else that wants to learn, I suppose. I taught seventh year English back in London, but am able to work with just about any level and subject matter.

[She pauses and her head tips to the side, fully expecting to be able to hear the collective screams of all the kids that are around. Her eyes glance away for a second, and when she looks back she's grinning. Surely she can get the kids on board with getting an education.]

Before, back on the Moira, I remember there being something similar in place. Anyone that'd like to assist with getting lessons up and going as soon as possible? Speak up so we can arrange a meeting. Doctor? I'd say you have a choice about helping, but 'fraid I won't go that far. You're already on my list.

squadgoals

Attention all:

At approximately 2200 hours Avagi Station time, you may have heard a loud noise in the Animal Nursery. I can now confirm that this was the ceiling panels collapsing due to excess weight in the Nursery's venting crawlspace. Damage is superficial only, and no primary systems were harmed. Cleanup and repair is underway now.

The good news is the collapse was caused in part by the weight of a nesting ground, and we can now confirm that the infestation plaguing the Avagi station is due to a group of mirco-sized dinosaur-like creatures, ranging from roughly the size of a cup of coffee to a large saucepan. Although there are around ten different species, they are clearly intelligent, and have worked together to keep their presence a secret. However, they are attracted easily to the materials brought back from Kaittos, so now that they are out of the vents, culling efforts should take a minimum amount of time.

Should you happen to see any of the roving micro-dinosaurs, please do not attempt to interact with them if you are not equipped to do so. They are wild animals with razor-sharp teeth and claws. Please leave a message here, and someone will come and help you take care of it ASAP.

For any follow-up questions or concerns, please feel free to post here. Thank you for your time and patience

-Shepard

[wait did she say micro-dinosaurs???]

squadgoals

[A new video post pings on your cool new communication device! It opens automatically, but seems to display the option for text-based, too, if you'd prefer not to have to watch or listen. An attachment is also present. The camera clicks on, centered on the head and shoulders of a woman with a military bearing, at ease—but no less businesslike.]

Hello all, and thank you for taking the time to listen to me. I've provided a text transcription, for those who'd prefer it.

To those of you who don't know me, my name is Shepard. Before Thisavrou, I lived on board the Moira, the ship many of us were pulled to—but before the Moira, I grew up on, and lived aboard ships and man-made satellites my entire life—and if there's one thing they've always consistently needed, it's routine maintenance, and reliable, ship or station-wide communication.

I know many of you have already taken the repair and renewal of this station into your own hands, and that just goes to show what an incredible group of people we have on board right now. The teamwork that went into the development of the new communication devices are a clear tribute to that effort. But while a lot of this has been accomplished simply via word-of-mouth, going forward, it would be good to have a public list of who is working on what, and where.

The goal is to compile a clear record of where people are at—so we know what areas require more help, or who people can contact if they want to volunteer to assist. What I'm not looking to do is push people into roles they're not comfortable with taking—this is all volunteer-based, to build our current home into something better.

So: here's the categories and areas I have so far: General station cleanup, including organization, pest control, and so on. Sanitation and life support, including air, water, and waste maintenance. Medical, including cryo technology. Technology and engineering, including maintenance and improvements. Bartering block occupants. Greenhouse and garden, including maintenance and improvements. General security, including guarding, shifts rota and patrols. Sports and leisure, including the bar, gym, and sundry entertainment areas.

Please feel free to add to that, and please let me know if I've forgotten anything. Once again, I am not any kind of authority on this—this is strictly a publicly-available volunteer chart, and I am merely providing the space for us to organize it in one place. You don't have to take part, or even acknowledge me in the slightest. I have avoided filling out any names ahead of time to allow people to place themselves where they feel they fit best, or where they have already been active.

Once again, thank you for your time, and I hope to hear from all of you soon. If you have any questions, comments, or otherwise, feel free to message me directly, or come by and talk to me in person. I currently reside in Sector... [There's a pause—had she ever said it out loud?—but there's no change in her professional demeanor as she continues:] ...Sad Cat, Unit 8-10. I look forward to meeting with you.

[The video clicks off, but the text transcription stays visible—as does the attached sheet with all the categories she listed. The blanks go on and on, inviting you to fill them out yourself, with zero limits—adding other people you know, or volunteering yourself!]

[OOC: HERE'S THAT CHART AGAIN, and if you just want to fill it out without replying—no issue at all! This is just Shepard's own on-network attempt to organize some widely-visible revival efforts to help get people involved! If any major changes or decisions go down, remember to let the mods know over here!]

magneticfields

[He relaxes his posture and softens his features as much as he can. Usually, when he tries to broadcast something, it’s not done with the intention of appearing helpful and making contacts. He practices which expression to use, and attempts what he thinks Charles would do. But the effect is so insipid that he opts for a more neutral expression, as relaxed and friendly as he can manage while talking to his device.

Which is floating a few feet ahead of him. Good impressions require good angles, after all. His efforts are marred by the continued instability of the Network. Static affects both the image and the sound. Luckily, his oratory style tends to slow and deliberate so most of his message is discernible anyway.]

Fellow r[...]dents. It has come to my attention that there is a great deal of damag[...] and other apparatus. There are also some in ou[...] not have the skills to repair these necessities on their own.

If you [...] in need of assistance, bring the object in question to my [...] labs, or find me there to discuss [...] too big or heavy to move. I will repair what I can, in ex[...] metal or other services. I can also teach basics of repair and maint[...] interested in learning how to do such th[...]rself.

Also, if you have skills in metalworking, [...]ectronics and would like [...]with me, please come to the workshop so [...] partnership.

If we pool our res[...]kills, our abilities in all things in this manner, there is nothing we [...].

Thank you.

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