☠ eleven [translated from eldritch]

[disillusionists.livejournal.com]

[ there's Eridan and Rose sitting together on a couch. Rose is dressed in her soccer team uniform and not looking very happy to be there. Eridan's disgruntled and pissy like always. in Rose's hands, there's a dry erase board and a large pile of markers. ]

Now, it's been brought to my attention that certain indiwiduals are throwin' around the names a the magnificent quadrants without knowing quite what they are. Some a you miserable sons a beaches [HE WENT THERE, EDDIE] don't ewen know what the quadrants are in the first fuckin' place, and my bein' the most romantically educated a the trolls around here means I got a certain responsibility in informin' the lot a you.

[Eridan sighs and makes some random stupid gesture with his hand for no particular reason, aiming for disaffected but landing on douche. as he usually does.]

I understand wantin' to emulate the fuckin' majestic nature of 'em in your own personal liwes and all, but I been seein' 'em used in manners that quite frankly don't make a god damn lick a sense, or just end up bein' offensiwe as fuckin' fuck. So me and my wolunteer here took the liberty a transcribin' ewerythin' anybody's ewer gonna need to know about their own personal romantic liwes.

[he smirks viciously into the camera.]

And we were ewen nice enough to go prowidin' examples.

[back to pomposity!]

So if you're in any sorta way thinkin' a usin' the quadrants, sit the fuck down and listen.

[ rose's face just..... flatlines even more than it already is. the epitome of ":|" ]

I believe being taken and held against your will isn't under the definition of "volunteer".

[Eridan shoots her a quick but nonetheless dirty look over his shoulder.]

Rose, be a fuckin' team player for once.

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oo4 » voice.

[gevurah]

( ENCRYPTED to DAMIAN )

( ENCRYPTED to CHARLOTTE GAGE-RADCLIFFE )

I don't share your greed, the only card I need is the ace of spades [Video]

[boogaroos.livejournal.com]

[Video kicks in. Booga... appears to be by the Grand Canyon, and yeah. He's lighting up a cigarette atop of Flying Fox's demolished remains. He could tell you a story, however, he just smiles stupidly at the screen, rubbing the back of his neck. Yeah, he did something stupid.]

Hey, baby...? Did... a little bit of damage. Don't be mad. ... taking a smoke before the cops get here. Trying to decide if I should stay or make a break for it. Can run fast in these 'roo legs of mine but they got squad cars and bikes and shite.

[A voice off screen, it's assumed it may be a cop at this point]

Hey, whatever the hell you are. Stay where you are.

[Booga's not paying attention, he's still talking through the Tech, putting out his cigarette.]

....Considering taking his bike. Might have ways to go. Rendezvous later?

I'm warning you! Don't you-

Love ya, Tankie.

[Video feed is off. Blue is the fuzz]

o1; every me and every you // video

[kingofrooks.livejournal.com]

[ The video blinks on suddenly, catching the corner of the chin. There's a shift of it left, right, before it settles on a pair of ice blue eyes, far too close. Familiar eyes, and an even more familiar face when he pulls the screen back.

Bruce Wayne. ]

You know. [ He clears his voice quietly. ] It's a really surreal experience to be snoozing next to a beautiful lady - and let me tell you, her breasts are fantastic - and then suddenly landing back-first into a strange city. It's terribly rude.

And to make it worse, I switch on this thing, and the first thing I see is my own face. [ Pause. Dramatic pause. He's letting that sink in, City. ] I think there's a word for it - deja vu? But words don't seem very adequate right now, no.

[ There's a scuffling as he sets down the camera on a nice surface. Rocky, though. But it steadies after a while, and he clears his throat. ]

Unfortunately, as handsome as my own face is, I don't remember making any of those posts. Or talking to any of you surely fascinating people [ Bright smile. ]

Care to enlighten me?

[ ... Shush, you're not supposed to realise he has been here for days. ]

19 ⊗ video ⊗ in which i finally start numbering hank's posts

[professorlionface]

[The video shows a brown-haired man, early-thirties and with round-framed glasses. His style of suit, plaid slacks with a matching vest, rolled up sleeves on a yellow Oxford shirt, and a red bowtie, may have some familiarity to it. He's studying his hand with a look of almost excited curiosity.]

It's the hands that always take me by surprise. They've never been so small as this, even when I was younger. Well, not in terms of proportion, at least. [The voice may be familiar as well, though it lacks a very distinct purr to it. He stamps his foot twice.] My balance isn't struck such a blow as last time this happened, which I suspect is a result of the resurrection. The change wasn't so sudden, thus the loss lacked something immediate to compare it to. I also must express my gratitude to Lachesis for giving me clothes that fit at this size. Anything less, well, I'd rather not dwell on how embarrassing that could be!

[He puts his hand down and smiles at the camera.]

Sorry to ramble, but you'll have to understand I'm only just now experiencing firsthand phenomena I'd only heard of before! It's an astonishing sensation, actually, and I can't help wondering about the logistics behind it. Whether it's due to my X-Gene simply being shut off, or removed entirely? There's clearly some alteration occuring at a basic genetic level, but by which means? Nanites? Magic? Some simpler chemical process? Just imagine what we could learn from the data this process could reveal, should it be possible to unlock it!

[He puts up his hands aquiescently.] Ah, but I'm sure I'm boring you all by now! This isn't meant to be a lecture, Hank, but an announcement of your return. Of course. I suppose I'm still dealing with the entire process of being dead only to now find myself no longer in that state. [He runs his hand through his hair and smiles wide. Sorry, guys, this is all just a little overwhelming for him.] I suppose I'll need some sort of update on the situation as it's been in my absence. I'm sure there's much to do!

( encrypted to Amanda Waller )

two-point-six. » voice.

[skort]

[ there's some clanking in the background as kara turns on the voice feed. she's working on something while she talk ]

I figured it's probably about time I get off my butt and start actually doing something again. So I got a part-time job at a local coffeeshop. I may not like my coffee unflavored, but I really do love the atmosphere here.

I've been thinking about trying something else, though. I know I've got a lot of skills that don't involve making really awesome cappuccino and hitting giant robots, but a lot of it is weird things I have no idea how it would even fit on a resume. [ she pauses in both her work and speech for a moment. ] I'd love another job where I can actually use my brain, maybe even get to fiddle with some technology, but I've got no real paper qualifications.

[ back comes the clanking. ]

I'm beginning to wonder if maybe I should just offer to fix things for people on the Network to get my working with my hands fix, but how often does that happen? And one can only fix so many toasters before one goes mad.

That said, I haven't ever fixed any besides my own, so I'm nowhere near that point yet. Anyone got one that's broken?

3rd page; video

[bibliogasm.livejournal.com]

[Here's Lavi, and he looks - disappointed? Disgruntled? Maybe both!]

Baroooona, you're late. That's the fourth day, now, you know it's not good to get behind on your studies.

[Is he wagging a finger at the comm - oh god, yes, he is. And suddenly grinning.]

Luckily for you, I'm feelin' generous, so if you can stop playing with the squirrels or whatever the hell you're doing, and drop on by, maybe I'll throw in an extra treat.

Besides the dirty magazines you wanted.

[His lips quirk a bit, the asshole. B|]

One - [video]

[hisrotundness.livejournal.com]

[The video feed shows a jolly (in a...slightly sinister way) fat man with a big bushy mustache and goggles adorning his bald head as he waves at the screen.]

Well helloooo, "The City". So very interesting to be here, even if you happen to have such a very bland and boring name. In my time, we call what's left of this place Old Megaopolis but- [He visibly waves that train of thought away.] -that's not important right now.

My name is Dr. Ivo Robotnik, and I come from the future. A terrifying and harsh world full of anthropomorphic animal barbarians where mankind relies on my science and machines for survival! [All lies, but he's definitely selling it well.] Fortunately, you now have my genius in your presence and I shall devote my tremendous technological skills to the betterment of your primitive society.

So let's all be friends, hm?

[His face twists into a grin that's just a bit too wide.]

Now that the introduction is out of the way, may I ask who is in charge around here? We need to talk.

The Sixth Page ~ [Audio]

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

It's...my birthday today.

Strange.

{She doesn't sound very enthusiastic.}

I suppose I'm nineteen. I feel much older, though. {Releasing a soft sigh, she moves onto a new topic.} Is it possible to age here? I've...never noticed anyone celebrating birthdays. Then again, I haven't been here long.

{There is a long, thoughtful pause before she says.}

Mom and Dad used to make a big deal out of it. They never let me each anything with too much sugar in it - considering they're dentists. But it was fun.

[Video]

[theteenofsteel.livejournal.com]

[Conner holds up his dog tags and waves them around, not looking thrilled at all.] So let me get this straight. I'm supposed to just go to this MAC apartment place and stay there for who knows how long? Sorry, but not happening. I've got someone to get back to and if I'm gone and Krypto's gone, then she's all on her own and I'm not going to let that happen again. My whole entire home town looks like it was abducted because it's not there anymore. I'm going to go along with this whole alternate universe thing for now and chalk it up to that, but I'm warning whoever, if it was taken somehow and you had something to do with it, if any of my friends are hurt, if there's so much as a scratch on her? You're gonna regret it, big time.

[He drops the dog tags down on the ground and punches a fist into his palm.] So whoever is responsible for this, you'd better send me back right now before I start breaking things. Or I'll just make my own way back.

[001] - Video

[sonoftheseas]

[The screen flickers slightly, the static breaking up slowly to reveal sea-green eyes, and dark hair. The boy looks confused, and the light beside the screen blinks]

Erm, hey? Is this even … how do you know if this thing is …

[The voice cuts out, as the picture flickers again rapidly, before settling back on the boy's face. It's clearer now, any static long gone]

Okay, I hope this is on right. Also sort of hope I'm not just talking to myself here, 'cause that would just be a sort of odd I don't think I can deal with right now. But... Wait, I hope no one's expecting me to know anything, 'cause I'm... I don't know what's going on. At all.

[He blinks, and looks just past the screen, as if trying to see something in the mid-distance. He shakes his head, and the screen jostles slightly as he turns it round to show the street he's standing in]

I know, well, I think I'm in New York but … it can't be New York. Can it?

[He turns the camera back to himself]

I'm Percy Jackson, anyone out there know that name...? No, didn't think so. I just got here, somehow, and got this camera thing and these... I think they're tags, but I don't know what they're for. Actually, there's a lot I don't know.

… Is there even anyone listening?

4 Lonely People (A/V)

[neverwasanyone.livejournal.com]

[When the communicator clicks on, there's... something different about the boy who has been popping up every now and then. Oh, he's still very young, still small, and just as quiet. But that hair--that hair! The bangs have gone from his nose to his chin almost overnight, and now, it's almost impossible to mistake that style for having ever been anyone else's. Not only that, but instead of its usual overall scruffy, shaggy look, it's been neatly trimmed around the sides and back. He's even wearing a long-sleeved shirt today. It's not a turtleneck, no, but combined with a dark grey scarf and the loose, lighter grey cargo pants he's wearing, it, too, calls that same person to the mind's eye.]

[How strange.]

Mister Lupin said... [He presses his lips into a thin line, trying to think of how to say this without offending people.] ...said not to go to school. He's... I'm going to learn at home.

[Part of him is sad about this, since that means missing out on meeting people every day, but he'd had it explained to him and generally understood the reasoning behind it. Besides, there were still some people he would see there every day. He could meet everyone else over time, as he'd already been doing.]

He cut this but... it grew. I don't think hair should do that. [Examining a lock of it, he goes nearly cross-eyed in the process.] It's okay.

[Oh, right. He's getting off-track.]

Mr. Flynn said I could be anyone. Can I--[He shrinks into himself a little at this. It's a big question, and one he's not sure he won't get in trouble for.]--can I be 'Trowa'? He's not here. Terra said he was... good.

[Quietly.]

I want to be good, too.

Video

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's sitting at a table in Awesome Base, looking worn out but very, very happy.]

Everyone, look! I figured out how to do it!

[Lyra spreads out her hands, and between them a scene forms- the night sky above a field of ice, with the aurora dancing in the sky. Lyra beams, and then dissolves the illusion.]

Everyone can see it, right? [Unless they're Toph, anyway.]

I couldn't make it show up over the commsg before- I dunno why it changed, though.

1 - video

[tigerscub.livejournal.com]

[after a minute or two of quiet, audio-only fumbling, the video comes on, first showing a glimpse of sky and buildings, then a young girl's face appears in frame. She looks worried, and maybe a little scared; but she's obviously trying to put on a brave face.]

L-look, I don't care why I'm here. If you're looking for a hero, it's not me...I'm a NEXT but I can't-

[She pauses to take a breath, because her tone had been becoming panicked. When she starts talking again, her voice is a lot more steady, and her expression a little more determined.]

Okay. I don't care about any of that. I don't. I just- I'm looking for my dad. If he's even here. He broke a promise and I'm not letting him get away with it this time.

He's got a lame beard and a dumb hat, and his name is Kotetsu Kaburagi.

ｏｏ１； ｔｅｘｔ

[gogdamncrow.livejournal.com]

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[peanutblooder.livejournal.com]

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