thisavrou

[ If anyone was hoping to see the face of a half-grown grey kitten pressed against the device, this is your lucky day because that's exactly how it starts. Said kitten manages a meow and some sniffing before her owners hand reaches in and pulls her away. ]

Thanks, Bubble. You found the record button.

[ The flattest tone in the world, right there. Bubble has clearly turned this thing on by accident and Charlie isn't sure she approves. Darn cat. ]

Go chase the dinosaurs, or something.

[ Bubble instead hops up onto the bed behind Charlie and starts playing with the girls hair and Charlie sighs like this isn't what she wanted at all.

Speaking of Dinosaurs, since this thing is now broadcasting or whatever for all residents to see, she has a question. So she turns to face the camera, lips pursed slightly and Bubble sneezes her irritation at the fact that Charlie moved. ]

Why are there dinosaurs on the station, anyway? And why does the station look like a good sneeze in the wrong spot would knock it apart?

[ She has no manners. She could have at least introduced herself. Give it a second. ]

Hi. I'm charlie. I'm ninety percent sure I'm new, but some of this place looks familiar. Or, maybe I'm just going nuts, because I'm even more certain that I'm supposed to be on islands somewhere else. Clearly, 'm not. So if anyone can give me information about where I am that wasn't provided when I first showed up? Some kind of Survival Guide or Cliffs Notes version of whatever it is you guys think a new girl should know. Thank you in advance.

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.

shadowblends

[Okay, let's be fair, when he finally gets the ACE's video up and going, his expression looks more exasperated than it should. In his defense, though, awaking from cryogenic sleep and trudging through flooded areas hadn't been an expectation, so he reserves the right to feel a little off-kilter.]

So, [Kurt starts, managing to keep the irritation out of his voice.] When did the water show up? Recently, I'd imagine, or else there'd be more debris floating about. [Cue a bizarre sounding trill that's reminiscent of an animal noise.]

I know, I know. [His gaze becomes downcast, free hand grasping the zipper tab below his throat and lowering it, allowing a pint-sized, yellow triceratops to poke its head up over the opening.] We're almost back to the unit, so be patient. [Another sound of protest, which Nightcrawler simply narrows his eyes at.]

Anyway, [a sigh before he continues,] I'm mobile once again.

What did I miss?

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.

clussy

(You know who is not going to react to this situation decently no matter how many times it's explained to him? Eddie. You know who doesn't have a good game face against fear? Also Eddie. He's alone, he needs an adult, and he's pretty sure they don't restock on inhalers here. He knew he didn't need it, not technically, but he also knew that his lungs were contracting at a rate that lead to hyperventilating and as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what an asthma attack was all about. He was having an asthma attack. Maybe. His body was thinking about it.

By the way, he's definitely just been staring at the video for a couple of silent seconds, his jaw working back and forth as he just tried to remind himself that he was actually capable of breathing. This kid......)

My mom's going to fucking kill me.

(The words are whispered under his breath and he would think twice about swearing if he realized how many adults might be watching this video. He was enough of a loser that he could get the whole communication device thing, really, that was fine. But he wasn't quite able to wrap his mind around the full extent of it all.

After a second, he decides fuck it. He needs his inhaler. It goes up, he gives it a few shakes, and takes a deep, deep breath in with it. Holds. Holds.

Then his whole body deflates, his eyes rolling up. He closes his eyes and thinks about how he would talk to the police in Derry. Ha. If that wasn't the biggest fucking joke ever. When he speaks next, his voice is pitched higher than before, that typical 'I'm trying super hard to be polite and endearing' voice that he uses to call his mom 'mommy' when he's real apologetic. He's not even trying to be a suck up. The kid's just scared.)

Um. My name's Eddie Kaspbrak. I'm Sonia Kaspbrak's son and I definitely need to be home for dinner which is like, in an hour. So if anyone can help...I would really appreciate it.

.....God, I really hope this isn't that creep who was taking all those kids.

quickfingers

So, space. The Final Frontier. Astonishing.

Also unexpected. I take it none of us signed up for this though so I won't bitch. Much.

Anyway, I have a series of questions not ranked by importance:

1. Where are the aliens? The gross tentacley ones from tv.
2. Are WE the aliens here? Gasp. The turn around.
3. Capri Sun? Tang? Tab? Any of these available?

This isn't a Soylent Green kinda place right? Lie to me if you have to. Thx.

warandpeace

[Kaz almost never does a video post, but today is an exception. The view opens up with him positioning the camera on a level surface (a stool) and he backs away from the view to settle on his own seat. Behind him, the wall of the stage in the Hall of Music, and he has his two commissioned speakers and the special guitar gifted to him by Eggsy a full two years ago settled in his arms loosely, though his hands aren't in position yet. He has a half-full bottle of something he's already drunk too much of on one of the speakers. Hence why this is a video post, and he's willing to do this in front of people and trying to provoke some help.]

I was hoping that a friend of mine would turn up late. No such luck.

[Kaz has been feeling his friendships slimming again, through whichever misfortune is at fault, and he's very guilty of keeping people close to his chest. A constant sense of loss that he can never quite shake, because the world always feels a less for not having them around. One less rich accent to complain about mild inconveniences in a humorous, dismissive way. One less person to fuss over the quality of fabric or the quality of character. Losses that leave gaping flaws that Miller is constantly aware of.]

I realized that I didn't have the chance to tell him about one of my favorite musicians. I don't know that he would have enjoyed his music, but I think he would appreciate the man's undefeatable outlook on life.

So this is for Dorian. And I need some back-up from anyone who knows this battle song of my culture.

[Nyx probably would have appreciated it, too. For people who know it, it's probably obvious what he's about to do when he starts the Stomp Stomp Clap. Stomp Stomp Clap.] Buddy you're a boy make a big noise. Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day...

[He'll go to the very end, thank you. And while he's no Freddy Mercury and could use the help singing, even if he's drunk he'll rock that guitar solo at the end.]

gottawearshades

[ Scott's been here a few days, but he hasn't posted on the network or done much other than rest, recover, and plan. He is eight different kinds of not okay with the fact that he was just brought here out of the blue. He's worried about the others back home, worried about how his parents are going to take a second child just... gone. They weren't exactly the best, but they deserved better than a pair of empty caskets and a ton of questions. And then there was where he actually was and all of what that meant.

He'd spent a few days trying to figure out if they were messing with him, but from everything he'd been able to see or find, it looked like the people who'd brought him here weren't trying to trap him so much as just couldn't send him home. He'd stewed a little in that, frustrated with himself and his lack of scientific knowledge to ever refute such an idea, but that didn't really help anything and he'd turned towards something to do here soon enough. Honestly, it's amazing that took as long as it did, given Scott's general impatience. That's why, with his couple of credits and his ridiculous job recommendation (hey, if he could rock it, he'd rock it for money. Pride's never paid his bills...) he's finally dipping his toe into treating this place like his 'real world' for the moment instead of just a screwed up nightmare scenario.

He's looking pretty good for a kid from 1983 with medically required wrap around sunglasses as he grins into the camera and offers a laconic sort of thumbs up. ~~Teenage boys are a menace and should be stopped.~~ ]

Hey, so... if I say 'mutant', what does that make you all think of?

[ The mun would like to note that due to the fact that the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles came out in May of 1984, she was unable to make a totally tubular reference and she would like if you would all be sad for her at this deep temporal injustice.

Scott, on the other hand, is testing the waters in a sort of obvious but not really entirely obvious but pretty obvious kind of way. Though to be fair, he's doing it in front of the most non-descript bit of wall in the Ingress compound he could find and fully intends to take off the eye-catching bright neon yellow jacket and stuff it in his backpack as soon as he's done. Nothing to be done about the telling sunglasses, but he's trying. Who knows what could come back from this? ]

neverheardofhim

You ever think that someone is writing our lives, and we're part of some comedy shitshow that the gods are playing out? If that's the case, then I'd like to have a talk with whoever's in charge.

Shadow demons? I can name at least five Thedosian books that played it better. Caught up on feelings and regrets toward people? There are better ways to damage a person. I can think of twenty bad memories that we didn't even touch on. 

That's why, if you want good plot twists and thrilling concepts, you should subscribe to Tentacles and Shields publishing. This month we'll be producing a story about last month: The Shadow and its Paramore. Stay tuned for details.

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!]

shadowblends

[ Tired of shadow people going stabbitty on your loved ones and ruining your family dinners? Then listen up, because here's a psa from your friendly neighborhood blue-toned mutant and a cute boy who's never had parents (don't tell him that): Kurt Wagner and Matthew Lynch!

They appear close together in front of the camera, leaning forward earnestly, and both of them start talking at once. ]

Everyone--
Hey, guys--

[ They didn't practice this in advance, it was more important to get the message out as soon as possible. Matthew looks at Kurt, nods, then back to the camera. ]

We know how to stop them. All those clone-- people. You can get rid of them if you make, like, a sacrifice.

Exactly, ja. There seems to be multiple ways of doing this, whether you decide to forgive someone who has wronged you in the past, disclose something personal, admit to feelings for someone, allow yourself acceptance and closure of people you've loved and-or lost, or facing the one thing that you fear most. Then, and only then will you be able to defeat the shadow being. [Pause.] Or reason with them, at the very least.

Right, yeah. All of that. Or, they said you can give up a memory about one of those things and that'll do the trick, too.

[ Who said what exactly? Matthew doesn't think to explain where this information came from. ]

So, that's all you have to do, and then everything can go back to normal. [ He looks to Kurt again for confirmation. ] I think.

[There's a brisk nod from the teleporter, a brief glance from his peripheral at Matthew then back toward the screen, apprehension clear on his face.] I'm sure I speak for the both of us when I say this, but ... be careful.

[Kurt exchanges a final look with the dream boy before ending the feed.]

(ooc: replies will mostly be handled like a three person conversation! if you prefer having a conversation with only one of the boys, simply state in your response so we know. .^.)

notyourrookie

[Wash appears on the screen, grudgingly out of armour, his face drawn and pinched around the mouth. He looks exhausted, eyes sunken and dark with exhaustion. Arriving here is just one more thing that seems specifically designed to fuck up his life.]

My name is Ag- [No, he's not Agent Washington anymore is he? He's not with the UNSC. He's not with project Freelancer. He's not anything.] My name is Washington.

They said that- [He can't believe he's saying this. His life is a fucking joke and his death will probably be the punchline. Until then, he is stuck dealing with this shit. Assuming he hasn't snapped altogether. That's also a possibility.]

They said that I have been sucked in through some kind of bullshit dimension hopping. [Yes, his teeth are gritted as he says it.] I'm looking for anyone who knows what the UNSC is.

[It's not that he wants to find anyone from home. There's no-one he cares for left alive and even then... well, he tries not to think about them too much. But he just needs someone to remind him that that wasn't all fictional.]

im_a_leg

[LOOK WHO'S OUT OF THE CLINIC AT LONG LAST]

Hey, so guys? I totally do not recommend eating wild berries. Tasty though they look, gentle on your stomach they are not. Oh, man. It was like being on the test team program all over again. Ship going backward sand forwards, up and down, side to si--

[He goes a little green and cups his mouth. When he speaks again he sounds strained.] Alright, okay, cool. So enough of that. That is officially all of that that's gonna happen.

So, yeah. No berries. Bad plan. Don't do it.

pillz

scenario: bae is mad cuz u didnt fuck him good

& now there ain't nothing making it right. not all the fucking cocaine and free porn and $900 scotch and diamond encrusted watches and faberge eggs (literal) and novelty dildos and dick sucking in the world. in two worlds. i'm talking about two fucking worlds worth of that shit on offer, and he still mad.

what the fuck am i supposed to do

waht do you do

what have you done. only solutions that work thx

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]]

yablueit

Helloooooo ladies, dudes, and various other genders, identities, and lifeforms! Some of you may already know me, but for those who don't, my name is Lance, and today I am comin' at you with some ice breakers! A couple of my friends who shall remain nameless but know who they are are really bad at socializing and are in need of new friends. And I figure, if they are, there's gotta be other people out there who are just as bad, right?

So here's the deal! I'm gonna read some questions, and you guys can answer them! And then you gotta talk to two people you don't already know. I don't count, but talk to me anyway!

Go into as much detail with these as you can want, because they're gonna help you make new friends.

[ He clears his throat, and starts reading. ]

Number one! If you were a vegetable, what vegetable would you be?
Number two, if you could meet any historical figure, who would you choose and why?
Three, what are your top ten favorite foods?
Four, share a description of your favorite material object that you already own, and share why it's important to you.
Annnd five! What color do you think best represents you, and how does being that color make you feel?

[ He takes a second to copy and paste the same questions in a text format along with his video for ease of answering, then grins into the camera again. ]

Everyone got that? Cool, now go meet somebody!

( OOC: for ease of copy/pasting )

el_paso

[ Social media, in Logan's firm opinion, is useless shit to him. Maybe he's too used to having been in hiding for too long, but it just feels like a bad idea to be connected to a network, even if he never uses it.

Now that he needs it....urgh, it's still a bad idea. ]

Is this thing on-

[ Yep, it totally is. His expression is flat, the scenery behind him rather nondescript- a grassy field, a stand of trees. The dark, salt-and-pepper wolverine ears peeking from his hair twitch. ]

I'm not gonna bore everyone with story time introduction bullshit or powers crap- I got a question for residents of Kauto.

You guys got an optometrist somewhere on this planet? Someone that sees humankind, not...Cthulhu alien-types or whatever else. I need a pair of readers.

That's reading glasses, if I wasn't clear. I'd like to get them pretty quick.

( private to x-bros )

geomagnetically

[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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