song 004, voice

[catnipped]

[Katniss sounds as though she's been sobbing -- or screaming. Maybe it was both. In any case, her voice is low and slightly shaky, but she's still managed to post this. It was a difficult decision -- she doesn't ask for help ever, not even when she's starving, but -- this is necessary. And her fault, or so she thinks.]

Um. A -- friend of mine needs help. Peeta. I don't know how to fix him. He's -- not who he used to be.

Is...is there a doctor or ..someone who could help?

one ☢ video

[hulk]

Um. Look, I'm sorry to bother anyone, but I was actually-- I had left New York a little while ago, and. I don't think it's the best idea to be back so soon, what with, uh.

[ Yeah, what with breaking Harlem and all that. But that is one of the many, many things filed away under Things Bruce Will Not Discuss and so he'll just. Fidget and move on. He is just that smooth. ]

So yes, if. If at all possible, I'd like to be heading out since obviously I'm in the wrong place - especially with that hero business, that's. [ he shakes his head and huffs a quiet disbelieving laugh. ] I mean. Other than the AI which is impressive, I hadn't known there was tech enough for that, I haven't really seen anyone in charge, and. I'd just like this cleared up so I can go and get out of here and go--

[ An awkward cough as he rubs the back of his neck. ]

Somewhere. Somewhere not here. ...Thank you.


( ooc: feel free to recognize either as ed norton or as bruce banner )

deux; video

[insufferablysmug]

Good afternoon.

[ Coolly professional, sitting at a desk inside what seems to be an office of some kind. ]

There are some things the police can't help with. Some things humans aren't equipped to deal with.

Among the Import population, such situations seem to be the norm rather than the exception. As such, Mr. Richter and I have opened up an investigation agency with backing from City Hall. X-Factor investigates the unusual. The can't-be-real. As a private investigation agency, we can also look into the things that have not progressed far enough to justify calling the police in yet. Given our abilities, we are well equipped to handle any and all situations involving criminal Imports.

We are also currently open to job applications from those with a background in investigative work or abilities that could prove useful. With only two of our team available here, we have a few open slots.

Contact either Julio Richter or myself over the network if you're interested. Or if, at any point in time, you think we could help you.

[ she reaches forward and turns it off. ]

[ ooc: see here! the City now has a baby X-Factor. ]

35th Memo- Message from the D.O.I- [video]

[maggotbone]

[Here, have a pink succubus in professional clothes, at her desk- a pile of papers off to the side]

Alright, so here's the deal. I'm going on vacation by the end of the week. To assure that nothing's going to burn down that isn't supposed to while I'm gone... I have my assistant, Robert, who will hold down the fort.

[She pauses, motioning to a man standing by her desk, files in his hands as he nods to the screen.]

I'll still have communication devices, I'll still act as a diplomatic liaison. But I'll just be doing it from the middle of the ocean and/or tropical coasts.

Any last minute business that needs to be discussed before I leave, I suggest you talk to me now.

11. text, locked to karkat vantas.

[somethinglawful]

H3Y

[this extremely short and entirely stupid message is brought to you buy Troll Drama, everybody's favorite brand of teen angst. coming soon to a supermarket near you.]

video;

[righteous_rage]

[ Razer shows up on the screen, frowning and with his arms are crossed. He's a lot calmer now than immediately after arriving, but it's pretty obvious that he's still angry. ]

So, this is Earth. Is the poor selection process regarding heroes a characteristic of the planet as a whole, or something unique to this city?

[ He looks away from the camera - there is a vague hint of worry in his voice as he continues. ]

Neither the compu- Lachesis, nor the pamphlet were helpful. I don't expect you to be any different and frankly, I don't care, but right now I need to know if three… [ a small pause as he considers what word to use. Green Lanterns? No- ] people are currently here. Their names are Aya, Kilowog and Hal Jordan.

006 ➵ video

[trickshot]

_{( the video opens to show clint, standing knee-deep in a clear, blue ocean. he doesn’t look like he was particularly prepared for that, however, because he looks nothing short of pissed off as he shuffles over to the shore, water-logged clothes weighing him down all the while. as the camera shifts, it becomes clear what—or who—he’s moving towards: lockjaw, the self-styled leader of the pet avengers, who is sitting calmly on the beach. but just as clint reaches him, the giant dog is surrounded by a glow and disappears. you’ve really got to love teleporting inhuman dogs. )}

No! Are you kidding me, you stupid—!

<sub>( clint’s voice breaks off as he fumes. a moment later, he finally looks back down at the comm, and glares at it as though it—and the network, and all you people watching—are directly responsible for his plight.

he manages to calm down for a minute, huffing as he runs one hand through his hair. )</sub>

So. Right. I think I’m in… Guam? Somewhere near there at least. And in case my ride forgets me here, I’d appreciate it if someone would come get me. Quietly. Without saying a word.

Oh, and everyone else? If anyone ever asks you to explain things to their giant, teleporting bulldog, say no.

:33【 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜 】o10

[catnips]

[ Nepeta's face appears on the screen, eyes narrowed like the bold and fearless huntress that she is. She looks like she's ready to pounce, and her face only leaves the communicator so that she can pull it back, revealing that she is sitting at the back… of a motherfuckin' snow leopard, its mouth tinged with blood. It looks unimpressed.

Her arms are around its shoulders as it makes a low, throaty rumble of a sound when its brought face to face with the communicator. She can only squeeze her own face into the corner of the screen but from the supplied glimpse of her wide yellow eye, she doesn't appear to mind. ]

Look what I have found in Central Purrk! Look at the size of this purrbeast!!

[ She looks like she's about to pass out with excitement, here. She hops away and starts to circle the majestic animal with her communicator, ensuring that a proper shaky-cam Wildlife Production is made of her discovery.

After a few seconds of this, Nepeta is balancing the communicator against a rock and revealing a set of freshly-caught and killed squirrels (as well as what appears to have been a raccoon) with bloodied hands and the proudest expression possible. ]

We are hunting together and she has been the most purrfect helpurr! Together, we are going to bring all of this home for the rest of my little purrbeasts and then I will show Kanaya that I can feed them purroperly!

[ Nepeta gives one final, proud and bloody-clawed wave before the video clicks off. ]

[Video]

[fortuna_lector]

[The redheaded woman in the wheelchair looks tired, but she manages a smile. When she speaks, her voice is quiet, but there's a certain wry amusement to it that matches the expression.]

I can't say this was exactly the welcome I was expecting.

[She pauses while she shoves her glasses a little farther up her nose and shakes her head.]

Not that I was expecting to be here at all.

[Smile fading, she leans forward, hands flat on her thighs and her expression all business.]

First things first, before I go out and get stranded - just how accessible are things around here? Some things look pretty similar, but I'd rather know in advance.

[Another pause and the smile's back, though this time it's just friendly.]

And after that, can anyone recommend a good place for take out?

١ . ١ ( voice )

[lazarisen]

[ The voice that addresses the network is calm, a bit of a dry drawl. This is, for the record, his legit registered communicator that he's using. ]

Warmer weather truly brings out the worst in a city. Even in the lush parks the stench of smog taints the air much more readily and we are only scarcely into the summer season. [ He sighs. ]

Yet, there is an admirable quality about a city who puts forth its efforts to sustain such an ever diverse, united populous... it is an effort, yes, although that does not grant it success. Perhaps I am blessed to have witnessed it. You could all be considered noble for flourishing under these conditions.

Now, I will leave you to your day.

two. ☠ video. ( backdated to this morning )

[ankhs]

[ it's early in the morning and there's little miss Death, sitting on the steps of some apartment building. she's looking up at the sky before she speaks, hand sliding around the edge of her sigil -- the ankh hanging from her neck.

after a moment: ]

Desire's no longer with us anymore. Sorry.

[ and she fiddles with the ankh for a moment before smiling this... strange, almost sad little smile and then hanging up. ]

video

[daft_old_man]

[The picture is a bit shaky as the Doctor flops into an oversized chair. In the background there seems to be some residual smoke coming from the doorway of his kitchen. Perhaps people can see a few splashes of what may have at one time been food on the walls. He's more than a little filthy and tired, but that bright smile of his can't be wiped off his face.]

I have a very big, very important item which I need to discuss with the inhabitants of this fair city. Now, sit down because this could get very heated and we don't need people falling down and such.

[He clears his throat and gives the camera a very serious look]

Pie. It is vitally important that I know what sort of pie is most loved and, even more importantly, why the stove does not have a "Cook Pie Now" setting.

ＴＲＥＳ [Video]

[aranya]

[ Well hello...City. Let us get over your completely anticlimactic name and get on with the video. It's a lovely night, with clear skies, the Moon peeking over some clouds and bad guys webbed to the walls. And Spider-Girl, hanging upside down a string all spider-like. ]

So, um. Hi guys.

[ Have an awkward little smile. ]

I've been thinking about this for a while and...well, how do I put it. Do you guys have something like, I don't know, a superhero time table? Like, Iron Man takes this side of the city on Sundays, and Ms. Marvel is over Central Park twice a week at three o'clock in the afternoon. Something like that. I know that some people might be...territorial so the last thing I would want to do is bust somebody else's bad guys.

[ She needs her own bad guys, she knows this. But truth to be told, Anya is glad the Sisterhood of the Wast is not around. They are pretty lame villains all in all. ]

Then there's that thing when weird hits the island and I don't know...do I jump in? Maybe I shouldn't jump in, I mean there's some sort of coordination going on...? I'm totally over-thinking this aren't I.

So, uh, let me know? Spider-Girl the more recent one out~

Tenth Kindness [Video]

[kindestpegasus]

[Fluttershy is sitting in the middle of a bare, yet spacious apartment. Those familiar with the alien may recognise it as Killface's apartment. She looks like she's been crying.]

Evilyn Killface is gone. He must've been Ported out when I was back home.

[Sniff]

I never got to say goodbye...

[She stares off for a moment]

Is... is anypony looking for somewhere nice to stay?

•88• [VIDEO]

[scarabsuited]

[this evening, somebody likes to post video to the Network tinted in blue.

that somebody would be a something in a somebody who used to be Jaime Reyes, actually. and his eyes are being confiscated to relay this digital message to you!

The Negotiator is there, beaten, bruised and generally frazzled. There are scratches on his shell-like head and a deep black bruise around one eye, partially obscuring his weird eyebrow. He's heavily restrained and completely livid, still dressed in Khepri Romero's ripped, torn and muddied clothing. He is the opposite of on top of things.

a generic, text-to-audio voice plays for those viewing:]

I HAVE LOCATED AND SUBDUED THE PERPETRATOR OF THE MURDER OF JAIME REYES AND THE CIVILIAN WHO DIED WITH HIM
PORTER-BASED ABILITY APPEARS TO INVOLVE A LEVEL OF DIMENSIONAL SHIFTING FOR ESCAPE PURPOSES
REQUEST: ADEQUATE STORAGE UNIT IMMEDIATELY
HE WILL NOT BE PERMITTED ESCAPE AGAIN

[eyes are closed, blacking out the video feed. the remainder, delayed, is simply text:]

QUERY: HOW DOES ONE EXACT JUSTICE WHEN THE APPROPRIATE PUNISHMENT IS NOT AS PERMANENT AS IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE? EARTH-LAW IN THIS DIMENSION FAILS TO COVER THIS.

oo1: permavid

[irreverently]

[ There is a Batman, crouched on the roof of a tall building, dramatically. As Batmen do. The starkly red bat on his chest stands out even in the dark.

But this one is grinning; you can see through the weird full-face-but-still-somehow-open-mouthed mask. He shifts his shoulders back, and there's no cape behind him, adding to the oddness. ] Alternate Dimension kidnapping? Not schway. What ever happened to just flipping on the good old-fashioned bat signal?

Kidding. Normal people use the Net, obviously. [ beat, muttering to himself: ] Aaand now I'm talking like anything the old man does is normal. I must be going crazy.

[ click! ]


[ooc: The only name attached to this comm is "Batman"!]

013 -- video; encrypted from reed richards

[conflagrations]

[ well good evening everyone, it’s your friendly neighborhood spider-woman, accompanied by the human torch, both in costume, johnny wearing his fantastic four suit, and jess in her mask. game faces are on. this is a serious post, you guys. ]

Hey, so I guess you all noticed that Reed Richards just showed up. But he’s not the Reed you guys know, you should know that.

[ there’s a pause and johnny darts a glance at jess before he continues. ]

He’s not a good guy. He went really, really crazy and faked his own death and then blew up a lot buildings. And--

[ there’s little tendrils of flame licking up johnny’s body because he’s getting angry. this time when he looks over at jess, it’s for help. because shouting over the network isn’t going to convince anyone. be the level-headed one, jess.

she speaks up after a moment, her voice slow and careful, trying to be as calm as possible]

Reed Richards is a terrorist and a murderer. He’s a criminal. He’s currently wanted by SHIELD and the government, for destroying various buildings of importance, such as the Baxter building, Triskelion, Roxxon buildings, and various homes of innocent families, including his own. He has killed thousands of people because of this. He is a psychopath with no regard for human life, going so far to even destroy Asgard and creating an entire civilization dedicated to conquering human life and mind-controlling children for his own agenda.

He will manipulate you and lie to you to get what he wants. He’s pretending like he’s innocent -- like we’re the crazy ones, but I was there when he destroyed Roxxon. We were there when he attempted to ruin the Earth in the Negative Zone.

Reed Richards is a danger to everyone and should not be trusted.

[ there’s a pause. johnny’s still half on fire, expression considering before he shrugs. ]

Yeah, what she said.

[ and then he turns off the camera. ]

ooc | the red text is jessica drew! and reed will most likely hack this at some point because supergenius, but they tried!

001 ☣ Misjudgment

[viscerealist]

[The communicator is far too close to whomever is speaking. It’s all lips and teeth, a chin lazily cradled in a calloused hand, and an excellent view of greying stubble. What can be seen beyond the all-too-close figure is drab, dimly lit, and all bars and concrete.]

How can a stranger be called a hero? … It’s far too subjective a word to apply to someone from a separate world --a separate reality. Particularly when who the hero of a story is very often determined by something as arbitrary as who claims the title of the victor. Me, I’ve been called a great many things in my life. Many of them unpleasant. None of them ‘hero’. Not until today.
Suppose I should feel flattered... I don’t, but it's possible I should.

[He sighs and leans back a bit, rising up from leaning on his desk in front of the communicator. The shadows in the room lit only by the screen still keep him largely obscured, though it’s clear there are deep lines in his face. Dirty, light brown hair hangs in his eyes.]

We were all brought here --seemingly at random-- by a machine working on some programmed concept of what makes a hero. Some carefully coded algorithm that seeks out saviors. What are the criteria, I wonder? Strength? Bravery? Morality is subjective, so that’s out... Dedication? Lawfulness? Can’t be that... There are laws against almost everything considered traditionally ‘heroic’, aren’t there?

Maybe she’s just looking for balance. For each influence she brings in, a counter weight. A machine, I would wager, would realize there are no such concrete, measurable attributes as ‘good’ and ‘evil’, after all. Everyone is the hero of their personal story....however tragic, horrific or vulgar.

Now...there’s me. I’ve been a soldier for truth. A lone crusader. A slayer of evil men. A martyr to my cause, in the end. A very heroic tale, if you look at it that way. Simply. In the black and white terms necessary for heroes to exist. So here I am.

Julian Priest. Artist. Newly anointed ‘hero’.
[He smirks slightly, a breathy laugh escaping through his nostrils as he leans his cheek on his hand.]
At your service, I suppose...