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[Suddenly the feed switches to video, showing... a little tongue and some teeth - a standard view of the inside of a mouth. However, notable here is that instead of looking as things normally do on the network, this looks like a very odd view of some sort of cartoon show. Said mouth is clearly animated, after all.

There is also some muffled/garbled talking that seems to belong to the owner of the mouth. How odd.]

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[The camera, which had been shaking a little as though being jolted, stopped moving for a second, shortly before the owner of the mouth spat it out. It's... it's a bright pink cartoon pony. And yes, that's the City in the background, lit up and large as life. And she's clearly a cartoon, an animated flash drawing traipsing through a 3-D world. There's something slightly off about this picture.]

Heeeeey!

[Oh look it talks!]

Where the heck am I anyway? I mean one minute I was in Sugarcube Corner and then something happened and now I'm here and I don't see anypony I know and every...body? I guess that works because it doesn't look like there's all that many ponies around here and so I guess that everypony wouldn't work but I don't see ANYPONY I know which I guess makes sense but I don't see anypony at all! And that voice in the box said that I was supposed to be a HERO but I mean it's not like I've really done anything like that before and it sounds like it would be lots and lots of work and-

OMIGOSH! That's me!

[Pinkie suddenly noticed the communicator, and is staring at the little video being recorded with very big, very blue, very eyelashy cartoon eyes. A little pink cartoon hoof descends to prod at it.]

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-mean that somepony back home can SEE me here? Ooo! Is this something Twilight's been working on?? Except if it is than I guess that this is probably a mistake because I've never even seen this before and this is definitely NOT Ponyville and I would know because I mean I've been EVERYWHERE in Ponyville because I know EVERYPONY and this looks nothing like anywhere! Why is everything so tall??

How did she GET me here anyway? I mean this doesn't even look like Canterlot and I didn't fly or anything and that just doesn't make any sense!

[A little thump as she sits down and thinks very hard.

Then in the background there is a little girl.

Mommy! Mommy look, mommy, it's Pinkie Pie! Oh mommie can't we-]

What's me? Huh, I didn't remember knowing any-

[The feed cuts.]

2 Lonely People [Video]

[neverwasanyone.livejournal.com]

[The nameless little boy had learned to use the video function during his last post; it was fairly simple, so after a day of near-constant use, he'd had the quick little process pretty much memorized. As such, he's using it for this post, which means that people can actually see the strange kid that got pulled in last week.]

[He's managed to use the money the Porter gives the Imports to get himself some clothes that actually fit, judging by the fact that his jeans are no longer rolled halfway up to kingdom come, though the thin, long-sleeve shirt he's settled for is a bit baggy and he doesn't appear to be wearing any shoes at that particular moment. Of course, keeping them clean is another matter entirely, since he hasn't exactly had the luxury of freely available washing machines and/or the money required before and so knows nothing about using them. Still, baby steps. At least he's figured out (and become mildly fond of) the bathtub.]

[That damn, hair, though--it's as scruffy as it was when he first arrived. If much, much cleaner... which means it's also naturally falling into a much more recognizable shape. The boy's bangs are only half as long as they used to be, covering down to somewhere around his nose, but the short hair on the rest of his head and the one-and-one-thirds-visible green eyes combine with his clothing to makes him look vaguely like a certain far-older someone, were a decently observant character to turn their head and squint a bit.]

[The boy also seems to be holding something in his hands. He raises it up so the comm can catch sight of it.]

I found this.

[Opening it to a page with a lion head on a fish's body, some weird wiggly dinosaur thing, and other typical Seuss illustration creatures. He points at the first.]

The pictures are nice.

But... that's not right. The cat.

35th Fantasy // Video

[magicalworld]

[Calvin is in his room, grinning evilly while waving a few dollar bills at the camera]

Guess who just joined the working world? That’s right, me! I’m now making money as part of the glamorous, fast-paced private sector! I’m a product tester for Weasley Wizards Wheezes, an important part of the mighty corporate machine.

I can’t wait for my career to really get started. From what television has taught me, within a few weeks I’ll probably be getting raises and promotions and backstabbing my colleagues to get ahead. It’s wicked! [This is Calvin’s favourite word now. Blame the Weasley twins]

Now that I’ve got a high-paying job with an up-and-coming company, soon I’ll be able to afford my own home and car! Since I’m new to the real estate market, I thought I should ask for a little input. Should I start out with a high-priced condo downtown, or head straight to the suburbs to buy the largest cookie-cutter house I can find?

[PRIVATE AND HACKABLE TO TEDDY ALTMAN, BILLY KAPLAN, ANGELICA MAXIMOFF AND PIETRO MAXIMOFF]

[Calvin puts his money in his pocket, reaches down off camera, and comes up with two plates of pie. Delicious-looking pie.]

Surprise! I got everyone pie!

Well technically a really nice waitress at the Pie Hole is paying for all the pie. But it was completely my idea! I figured I should do something nice for everybody, since I’ll be moving out on my own soon enough.

Now, if anyone doesn’t want any for whatever reason, tell me now and I’ll, uh, take care of it.

♣ [video]

[he-is-wild.livejournal.com]

[Joker is sitting in a restaurant somewhere. There's a twinkle in his eye, one that hasn't been there since his re-arrival in the City.]

I dare say, I've been thinking about my little transdimensional vacation the wrong way. I've been here before, yes? And you know what they say. The show must go on. Ain't over until the fat lady sings and she hasn't even started humming yet. Not even a whistle.

[He looks thoughtful, as if he's said these words before and is only now starting to believe them]

Yes, I think I can get used to this place. My only problem is that someone has stolen from me. And I can't just ignore it anymore. I'm not okay with-ah...

[He waves to someone off camera. After a moment, he waves again and the waitress walks up.]

Darling, fetch daddy some bubbly.

[And he turns back to the camera, gesturing after her as she leaves.]

So hard to get a person's attention in this joint, I tells ya. Even the Bat's. I had to look him up! What kinda guy makes you do all the chasing!? I'm a busy man. It's hard setting up new business ventures in a new universe and he still makes me do all the work. I'm starting to think he doesn't love me anymore.

[The waitress sets a champagne glass down in front of him and he tilts his head.]

Anyhoo...What was I talking about before I so rudely interrupted myself? ...Oh! Yes. Theft. What should a chap do if something valuable has been stolen from him?

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[When the feed turns on, Roy's face appears, tired and more drawn then usual. Definitely not his happy self that he was when he first made a network post. And definitely not as he was when he was talking to all those new people.]

I'm back in the city, if any of you guys see this. [He sighs, running a hand over his face.]

I know some of you were looking for me. I decided to see the world, so to speak. Okay, not see the world, but see some of the US. Check out the ol' homestead and all that. It was a little weird, seeing the place that I grew up but it... wasn't really home. Not really. Hitchhiking is still the same anywhere, though.

[He would grin, but he's too tired.]

I'm at the MAC right now. Anyone willing to fill me on on what's been happening here the past few days? Or...

[He checks the calender in the room and sighs.] Past week or so?

[voice]

[latrodectus]

Matthew Murdock.

It's considered common courtesy to replace the things you take from the refrigerator.

Something to think about, maybe.

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[ex_deadbird880]

How much would it take to make you kill somebody? Would it be easy for you? What if they killed people? What if they killed someone that you cared about, like your kid?

There aren’t any wrong answers, but I’m going to call bullshit if anybody says that they would never kill. Everyone has a limit.

[There’s silence for a few minutes, disrupted by the occasional sound of gunfire.]

What is the definition of “hero”? Do you all believe that it’s about beating up the bad guys while holding onto pointlessly strict morals that only end up getting more innocent people killed? How about the Greek interpretation that a hero is a person idealized for possessing superior qualities, defined by his or her courage and fortitude, even if they sometimes do things that inspire fear in others, sometimes terrible things?

[A few more shots ring out, this time closer.]

Tick-tock, City. Time is about to run out for some very unlucky guy.