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[symmachy]

[filtered from josh newman]

What does one do with a heartbroken, angsting teenage boy?

(no subject)

[netinaminiskirt.livejournal.com]

[The video feed turns on, showing a pink-haired, blue skinned girl gazing into the camera with red eyes. Some commotion can be heard in the background, and a hapless thug is seen being held off the ground by the hem of his shirt in her free hand. He struggles to escape, but the tiny girl doesn't seem to be budging at all. When she speaks, her voice sounds distinctly synthetic.]

Even with numerous superheroes, this city seems to have a disproportionately high crime rate. My name is Indigo, and I wish to help.

[Another thug approaches from behind with a shout of "Get Smurfette!" before swinging at her arm with a metal pipe, which simple bends when it connects with her blue skin.]

The name I have chosen is Indigo. 'Smurfette' is a character from the Smurfs, which originated in a comic strip created by Pierre Culliford in 1958, and was later adapted into a popular animated cartoon in 1981. A feature film is currently in production, where the role of Smurfette will be played by Katy Perry.

[The second thug stops in his tracks, and stares incredulously at Indigo. After a few seconds of silence, he utters, "What the fuck?"]

I was practicing my 'quipping.' Have I failed?

[Apparently forgetting about his friend, who continues to struggle in Indigo's grip, the second man responds, "Girl, no one knows that shit!"]

I have watched all episodes of the Smurfs. I am an avid fan, particularly of the Brainy Smurf. I believe you will have plenty of time to catch up on your Smurfs knowledge in prison.

["See, that's a better qui--" he begins to reply as Indigo tosses his accomplice into him, knocking them both out.]

As I was saying, I wish to assist mankind, but am inexperienced with going solo. I have searched through the network archives and determined that there are several active teams in this city. Perhaps one is in need of a new member?

I also wish to speak to Tony Stark, if possible.

08 ϟ [voice]

[thronor.livejournal.com]

[Someone's trying hard not to freak out. It's not really working.]

Okay, waking up in a different place than the one you went to sleep at isn't that weird all things considered. There's been weirder stuff than this. Weirder stuff than something like-- I don't know, sleepwalking. That just happens sometimes. Sleepwalking is normal. Sort of. Right?

.... Do people usually sleepwalk for a month?


Oh crud.

(no subject)

[iamnotthemom.livejournal.com]

Hey guys, check it out. I found my comm. It was under Bart's bed, who knew.

And just in time, too. Summer vacation's already driving me bats. It's like I want to do everything and wind up doing nothing. I need suggestions. Or maybe more impulsiveness. That's probably wishful thinking though.

Sooo. I was thinking road trip. I've always wanted to do route 66 in a big old convertible, everyone boppin' their heads along to "Summer Holiday" like in the Pringles commercial.

No. 24 [text]

[hackeralastair]

Vacation totally spoiled me. I've only been back at work a week and I already want to go away again. Never realized how much I missed the days of picking up and going anywhere I please, anytime. Jetting off, having fun, not keeping a schedule. Guess you never really can go back, though.

Peru was fun and all, but I hated having my power there. Constantly switching back and forth between Spanish, Japanese, and English, with a little Quechua now and then? It drove me nuts. Sure, having me as the built-in translator for the group was pretty convenient, but not when it gave me a headache after too long trying to force my brain back to English every single time I heard so much as a single word in Spanish. You hero-types with your super-speed and strength and flying and stuff don't know how good you have it. You only have to use your power when you consciously want it. Mine goes off automatically and I can never turn it off.

So yeah, all of you who kept saying to me, "oh, that sounds like such a useful power! You could work as a translator!" Yeah, no. It's a pain in the ass. I can't save people with it like most of you guys, and it gives me a headache if I'm in a situation where there's all these languages flying around. Next time, I swear I'm vacationing somewhere where at least one of the local languages is something I already know.

And by the way. I didn't get anybody a souvenir.

019 [video; unfiltered]

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

[ The screen fills with Rikki's face, as calm as she can make it. She's been back for half an hour and is just now calm enough to post without gibbering about basements. ]

This is the second time I've been ported back in right in the middle of an adrenaline rush. I hate not having anything to do with it. It makes me way too jittery. And all the memories flooding back feels like a sledgehammer to the brain. The heck do I go to file a complaint?

[ A laugh, albeit a shakey one. ] I'm back.

[Video]

[agodlesscommie.livejournal.com]

[The image frizzles on, focusing on upshot of a burly young man with silvery gleaming skin looking down at the comm unit he's holding with a furrowed brow, fingers curled as if he's handling the device gingerly, as if he may break it.]

Hello? Zdravstvujtye?

Is anyone there?

I do not know what is happening to me. I was... somewhere. I do not know where... and now I have been teleported here, and I am afraid I still do not know where I am.

I do not know if I am alive or dead.

However, I would like to thank whoever is responsible for bringing me here. If there is anything I can do for you in exchange for this kindness, please allow me to repay your generosity. I am grateful that you have given me the sky once again.

[A long pause, as he looks over the unit, perhaps awaiting an answer, or perhaps considering something more to say. Then, finally...]

Also, if there are any people on this network who are members of a group called the X-Men, could you please respond? I... would really like to hear the sound of a friendly voice.

Spasiba, tovarisches. Thank you.


[Another pause, and a mournful yet hopeful look crosses his face, deciding against calling out for Katya specifically. Instead, he just gives a nod of completion, and the screen goes dark once again.]

(no subject)

[yourentirelife.livejournal.com]

I don't know anything about any kind of like war. Or whatever.  I don't...I don't know anything about being a hero.  If you wanted a hero, you should've brought The Doctor.  Though, maybe 'hero' isn't the right term there, maybe the term there that you want is 'Oh, oops, I accidentally bungled in and messed things up, now I'll fix it and hope no one notices half the problems were my fault to begin with would you like a ride on my fancy space phone voorp voorp voorp.'

...okaaay, all right, okay, maybe that's not fair. Maybe that's only 10% of the time.  Still...right, anyway. You lot probably don't care.  It doesn't matter anyway. I'm...kind of...off topic anyway.  How many people brought here even end up playing hero?  Is there like a known percentage? Why doesn't the uh...thing send people who don't play hero away? Or does it?

...does it?

[ Rambling Rory is rambling ]

Um. Well.  Okay. Question.  So this place is called The City, but obviously it's New York. Or something.  And I can't find Leadworth on the google maps.  Is it possible that it has some kind of ridiculously un-creative name in this world like 'The Village' or 'Hey Small Place'?  How would I find something like that out?

[Video] Backdated a bit to when he knows Fakir and Rue are at work

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

[[The camera turns on to show Mytho is in his room, sitting on the bed, wearing his usual button-down shirt, looking a bit pensive]]

How do you find a purpose when you've completed the one you were made for?

Is there something else I should be fighting?