31 [Voice]

[digikaiser.livejournal.com]

A little over a month ago I was invited to take a tour of the Xavier Academy.  Unfortunately a series of events beyond my control arose and I never quite got around to arranging another tour. 

I  realize that the Spring term of classes is probably coming to a close but I was wondering if I can arrange another tour?  I've been home-schooled here for about a year now and well, a very good friend of mine thinks I need to get out a bit more.

Also does the school have any sort of policy regarding animals?

[Filtered to Awesome Force]

I was thinking it's been awhile since we've had a weekend without some manner of attack on the city.  Barring any unfortunate events maybe we could do something fun this weekend.  Is anyone interested in going to Coney Island?

And then Tess became a supervillain. Sort of... [voice]

[localiritant.livejournal.com]

HEY!  SCARLET SPIDEY TYPES! 

The creepy threesome with the shiny red duds.  Not the other five or however many you got swinging around your franchise.  Times up, kids.  Tell me how the date went or my reign of terror begins.

Also!  Sera!

I'm going to turn on my nifty high gravity whatsit and put the tub through the floor if you don't come out with me.  COME INTO THE LIGHT SERA.  INTO THE LIGHT!

This applies to the rest of you kooks and Japanese kids living in my house too.

I'm curious about this X-Mutant sekrit skool type place.  We should sneek in.  We can pass Yugi and Sera off as grade schoolers.  It'll be great bonding time.

Two photos on the wall [voice]

[helokitynkevlar.livejournal.com]

So, that porter things gives everyone a power. Is it randomized, or is it tailored to a person's personality? I could see this thing having a sense of humor.

Along those lines, anyone know how to figure out a person's power? I'd like to find out but I don't want to go jumping off of skyscrapers to see if I can fly.

[004] Voice; Screened from Lyra

[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

... [There's silence for quite a long time, then;]

... What sort of things do girls like to get as presents...?

Kaz--

A woman I knew seemed to like necklaces, but... I don't know if all girls like to wear them, so...

seventeen - [ voice ]

[hangtherisk.livejournal.com]

I don't mean to bother anyone, but I'm looking for a gal on this Network. She's got long red hair and one of those black leather getups every other dame with powers in this City wears. She's real capable, I think, real no-nonsense. I never did catch her name, but she saved my life and I figure I should thank her proper. My mother didn't raise me rude. If anyone's got her name or number and's willing to part with 'em, I'd be awful grateful.

That's all, I guess.

[Video] I missed the daaate. ;_;

[tinybutdeadly]

[The camera is upside down, pointed at a certain little blind girl's face. There are plants in the background, like she's at the park. Funny, isn't this the time for kids to be in school?]

I lost track of time for awhile, but I figured it out last night.

I've been here for over a year now, and sometime during that year I turned 13. So, happy Cityversary to me, right? Crazy. It doesn't feel like it's been a year, but I guess it has.

[ λ TEAM ] - Transmission 0.01 (text)

[hev-interloper.livejournal.com]

?

[ Encrypted (Sloppily) | Alyx Vance/Civilian Resistance ]

INCOMING... HAILING VANCE SUBPRIME...

If anyone from the Resistance is present in this city, please acknowledge. Possible hostiles, City structure appears similar to New York. Some new replacement for the Overwatch- how did this happen? Was this another portal?

Respond immediately.

Fell in love with a girl fell in love once and almost completely [Video]

[boogaroos.livejournal.com]

Well, been falling back to my usual jig. There's a lot of great stuff here in the landfills, thrifts and the like... but none of the older shite I take a fancy to... like vintage Electro Brand radios from the 1900s and Machinder Voltes V Robot action figures. Call me old fashioned- so if any of you blokes out there run into something super old, weathered or otherwise dated let me know.

'That being said: Like hitting balls? With blunt objects?

Fanbloodytastic, who wants to play baseball?

[ voice ]

[prodigitalson.livejournal.com]

[As the feed turns on, at first there's only the faint scratch of pen on paper. Then Keith speaks up, his voice as flat as it was the first time he spoke on the network, but commanding.]

The 'Porter is what brings us here, and the 'Porter is what tells us to protect the City. All technopaths who investigate the 'Porter find themselves in the hospital. Or worse. What of telepaths?

What is the 'Porter? Has she ever stated her goals?

[The post does not end; instead there's more of the sound of pen on paper. Then Keith speaks again.]

Does anyone willingly obey the 'Porter?

...It's a curiosity. My loyalty remains to the system of my home. I will protect this world because it is a form of Terra and could be of use in regenerating the Terra of my world.

four :: [voice; slight Eastern European accent]

[superspeeds]

[filtered from Wanda Maximoff]

This will doubtlessly be meaningless to a good number of you, however I feel it should be said, nonetheless. My sister, from some reality or other, has been brought here by the porter. She has no memory of being an Avenger, or a mutant at all for that matter.

She doesn't even know who I am.

[a pause. no he didn't just sound hurt. not at all.]

We have no way of knowing who she was in her world, but I can promise that she has no answers for us. Leave her be and please, try not to upset her. She's very far from home.

[filtered to Hank Pym, Amadeus Cho and Bruce Banner.]

Allow me to spell it out for you this time. I'd like to do more than talk about the Avengers.

☱ 005

[masterous.livejournal.com]

[unfiltered voice // luxatic encryption]

Electronic disturbances, and darkness, and shadows ... oh, MY!

Oooo [tremulous], kinda scary ... No? Really? Hmm, then perhaps your Lord and Master has a duty - nay, an obligation - to remind you - my people - that a fear of the dark, a trepidation towards that which goes bump in the night, is no mere phobia. Entrenched within the most primeval sectors of your already primitive brains is not a deep-seated terror of the unlit unknown, but that which swarms and lurks there - unseen - in mimicry and diffusion, until any measure taken is one seized upon far too late.

[have an overly-burdened sigh] And since Gandalf has long since flown, the task of imparting critical advice is left to me. So, when pitch-black enfolds and skin crawls, before the piranhas of the air take much more than their pound of flesh ... [tone urgently cools/tightens] ... fly, you fools.

[pregnant silence/pause]

Boo!

[cackling laughter]

[ooc: yes, I am TOTALLY behind in tags, but muse insisted, forgive me ... please?]

three; voice

[inspirefear.livejournal.com]

[ there is a short silence before he starts speaking ]

You all have heard of the Playstation game God of War, right? The third game in the series was released last month, there was a lot of hype about it. I got around to playing the first one and you know what? The entire premise of that game was stupid and inaccurate, I can't imagine how the other games are in terms of plot. They obviously didn't do their research. I mean, really, Ares commanding harpies? Before anyone says anything, I know, it's just a game, people don't care about the story just the game play. Whatever.

[ OOC; all replies are voice unless stated otherwise!
also, I haven't actually played God of War so...if I get anything wrong...blame wikipedia I am sorry orz ]

Tome IV

[wantedtostudy.livejournal.com]

[Video/Action]

*In the viewer, you may see books. Lots, and lots, and LOTS of books, with a blond-haired woman walking between them, sorting them out as she hums to herself. It seems that someone has accidentally turned this on while doing her daily work at the library.

Come bother her?*





((ooc: From this post! Sorry for being so late :())

voice/video;

[thought-magnet.livejournal.com]

[the feed turns on and the first thing you'd see was a close up of a blonde haired girl's face before it finally zooms out a little]

Whoa, close up... [she places the device down on a solid surface and so it's shaky a moment before she steps back and nods at it, seemingly pleased with the distance]

My name is Sookie Stackhouse and I'm from Bon Temps, Louisiana. [a momentary pause while she pushes some loose hair behind her ear and shifts her weight before she crosses her arms]

I know that you-all just said that I was supposed to be some sort of hero, but you've really got the wrong girl here. I'm just a waitress. I'm a pretty good waitress, but not so great that I'm like... a hero. Or whatever it is that you-all mean by that. Is it some kind of alien talk? It was creepy, whatever it was supposed to be... [pauses and shakes her head a little, face pinching up just a little] Anyways, I'm not super waitress or anything.

So, uh, where should I go to get sent home? Is there an airport around here or-- [she looks around and frowns slightly] or a bus station or anything like that? I'd really appreciate some help here. Hopefully Southern Hospitality still exists in weird alien dimensions. This place is probably full of weirdos...

[have a small, almost sincere smile as she reaches for the device and holds up the dogtags albeit a little awkwardly so that they're the only thing that can be seen]

Thanks a lot, I'd appreciate that, and I'll make sure to give these back to whoever they're supposed to belong to!

[ooc: She does have a Southern accent, but seeing as how I've barely ever even... heard one and knowing I'd butcher it, I won't be writing it! So... feel free to assume that it's there!]

5 // [video]

[quickdrawkid.livejournal.com]

[The communicator is broadcasting from the floor, and is mostly showing a thrilling view of Kid's bedroom ceiling and the edge of the bed that he's currently reclining in, juuust out of view of the camera.]

It's been a rough month, hasn't it? I mean, something crazy happens just about every month, but that missile attack really takes the cake...

But what I want to talk about now is relaxation. Me, I like to read. Read, mess around with my guns, or watch a football game. Simple, right?

[He flashes the novel he's been reading at the camera as a demonstration]

What about all you fine folks on the network? There must be something that you do for fun when you aren't busy being a hero.

(no subject)

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

We can't always rely on everyone else to keep us safe, can we? Not the police, not the 'heroes' of the City or friends we may have made here. What steps do you take to protect yourself?  What methods do you use?

Does it work? Is it enough? Is it better to defend yourself against a possible attack, or to attack first?

XIX. [News Report]

[natureinblood]

[The reporter is a slim, thirty-something-year-old man with grey hair. Dressed rather sharply, he faces the camera, speaking with a casual air of someone who's been doing this for years.]

It seems that once again some more interesting wild animals have found their way into the City. This time, a brown and grey wolf was sighted in the Riverdale area this evening. Despite several scares, no one has yet to be attacked.

The animal was reported to be violent and likely carrying rabies. Officials are reminding residents that this animal is absolutely wild and should not be approached. They are also asking residents to report any sightings by calling Nine-One-One. Police have already begun searching and expect to capture it within the hour.



[ooc; and I'll go work on that log now.]

SCRATCH MY BACK;

[grinbitch.livejournal.com]

[An all-too familiar crackle of static as the communicators (yes, all of them) boot up. But no shock to get your attention this time! Somebody's in a complacent mood. Despite the dark muttering that sounds almost like hissing when she is audible again. The first part of the post is a general broadcast that anyone can respond to.]

I'd apologise for any inconvenience caused last week, but rest assured that it was not my doing. This time. But let's save our panic and your paranoid theories for another time, shall we?




[The rest of the post is filtered away from any communicator in the hands of anyone under fifteen years old, or a saccharine goody two shoes that would refuse to do anything sketchy (like Superman, natch). If you're not sure who counts, just ask!]

I do hate to ask -- oh, believe me, I hate to ask -- but for all my skills I find myself lacking in the more corporeal departments.

I'm in need of assistance. I lost a little something a few days ago. I need someone with, oh, thumbs to collect it for me.

Not a theft, a retrieval.

I'll make it worth your while.

[She mutters darkly one last time before she cuts out;] Should never have made a backup--

Three -- Voice;

[in-likeflynn.livejournal.com]

In the interest of not adding to the latest, ominous goings on, which remain as mysterious to me as to anybody else... A new topic!

As was recently announced, the Institute here will be holding a prom in June. Now, being a newly-arrived member of the faculty, I am attempting to fill my time as I go, not having the proper lesson plans for months in advance. Thus, I am considering teaching my students to dance. Granted, it's not strictly theatrical, but it is a matter of showmanship. It's close enough, right?

Besides, we wouldn't want anybody trying to pull the old 'oh, but I can't dance' excuse, now would we?

Suggestions, on this front? I can waltz with the best of them, ballroom stuff, but I realize that's rather dated. I imagine, in the end, we'll be going for fun over practicality either way. Time warp? Thriller? The Macarena?

Although... Those last things cannot top waltzing for romanticism. I will defend that with my dying breath!

[ Annnnd then, an edit! ]

An addendum! I have been asked if those who are not my students can attend. I would not mind this at all, and would be happy to teach anybody.

Videoing!

[scienceisawesom.livejournal.com]

[A skinny man in a lab coat marches away from the camera, and stands with his back to it whispering to himself.]

Communications device: on! Upgrades: functioning! Preparing for public speaking! Hesitating...

[He squares his shoulders.]

Reassuring! Turning! Heroic pose striking! And-

[He has turned to face the camera as suggested by his narration, but his eyes suddenly go wide and he claws at his throat.]

Throat: seizing. Allergies: attacking. Aborting! Aborting! Abor-

[He flails at the communicator, and the video feed goes black. It stays black as a recording of someone softly humming elevator music plays. When the video comes back on, the man is standing with his hands on his hips and his skinny chest puffed out like none of that just happened.]

Greetings, strange City! I'm Flint Lockwood, but I'm sure you already knew that. And I'm flattered you've chosen me to save you from whatever it is you need saving from, which I didn't catch, sorry. Anyway, I accept your gift of this quaint communications device, and I've made a few adjustments to it that I think- wait where are you going?

[The camera has been slowly backing away from Flint, and now it turns away from him completely, and is quickly making its way out of the Porter Building, as if on tiny legs. Flint can be heard calling after it.]

Stop! Hey! I don't think that you should- OH N-

[The feed goes to static this time. When it comes back on, Flint is holding the comm in his hand and looking sheepish. Behind him is a city street with a large downed tree laying across it, blocking traffic. There are a few minor fender-benders, a lot of honking, and a crowd of citizens glaring at him like they wish they had laser eyes.]

Okay, so. Um. I'll just...be going home then. Sorry. Sorry. I'll pay for that.

Video;

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[As the feed clicks on, have a video of a rather exhausted and upset looking Lyra, who is nonetheless glaring at the camera like she wants it to die. Too bad she's a skinny thirteen year old who's not all that intimidating. Even Pantalaimon glowering from the shadows doesn't help much. The levitating household objects on the other hand...]

Listen- whatever telepath decided to go into everyone's heads? Don't do it again. [Aren't you scared of the cute little girl?]

You really scared Yoite... And I know he's older than me, and can hurt anyone who tries to hurt him. He could probably kill them. But every time he hurts someone else... he hurts himself too, and I don't want that to happen. So I'll do everything in my power to stop it.

I sort of understand you probably didn't mean any harm. But Yoite... He's my friend, so he's one of the most important people in the world to me. And he... he was really, really scared. I hate seeing him like that. And he shouldn't have to be scared like that.

So- so don't do it again or you'll be really, really sorry! And that goes for anyone else who tries to get into Yoite's head without getting his permission!

And does anyone know a way to teach him how to keep people out of his head?

[ooc; Posted shortly after this log. Yoite has some bad experiences with a telepath in his canon and Lyra gets freaked out when her friends freak out.]

2/ x = Co-workers suck [video]

[seventhsmartest.livejournal.com]

[The comm flips on, showing an Asian teenager leaning back in a computer chair, holding what appears to be an old TV remote in his hand. Behind him is a stack of files.] Heh, it works. Not bad for about five minutes of tinkering. [He tosses it aside.] Hello, network. We haven't been properly introduced yet because...well, I don't DO proper introductions, but I'm willing to make an exception in this case. I'm Amadeus Cho. You might remember me from news reports showing how I helped the Avengers kick serious butt around the Earth, ooor depending on the world you're from you might just be thinking "Wow, that is a funny name." Either way, it's great to be here. [Pause.] Okay, no, this reality sucks, but it's not-completely-awful to be here at least.

[There's a snort and some mutterings of: "Tinkering with a remote and he thinks he's God's gift to technology. What a tool. And he doesn't 'do' proper introductions? What the heck?? He's no Cap." in the background.]

[Amadeus rolls his eyes.] Would you please keep it down, Kitty? I'm trying to get a post done over here. You can be horribly, obviously jealous of me when I'm not in the middle of something.

I am not jealous! I am the OPPOSITE of jealous! You are just RIDICULOUS! I mean, really. You didn't cure cancer. And if you find this place too noisy, feel free to leave.

[Cho leans forward and stage whispers into the comm.] You'll have to excuse her. She's just peeved because I tore down her awful filing system and put up a way more efficient and less confusing one in its place. I mean, seriously, you should have seen it. Like a paperwork trainwreck.

[Kitty gets up and it looks like she is going to leave but then she walks over to Cho. There is a pause before she phases her hand right through his remote. It sparks and crackles, and then Kitty walks out of the room.]

Hey! [Cho inspects the now useless remote for a second before dropping it and calling out after her.] REALLY mature, Kitty. I didn't know your mutant powers included super pettiness! [He grumbles as he gets up to turn the video off manually.] I am so rerouting all her fansite links to camel porn when I get back home.

[text; english]

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Well isn't this getting exciting? I don't think I am gonna leave the City. I wanna see what happens!

[Private to Miles Edgeworth;]

[ funfact; this part of the message is very easily hacked ]

Yo, fucking ruffles.

Your cat's out of the bag.

Or should I say, your wolf is out of his cage.

Better hurry!