012 || voice // wèntí yǐncáng de gūdú

[shiniest]

Y'know, this place ain't bad once you're used to it. Bein' used to it can take a while, and I still wouldn't wish it on anyone, just 'cause of the adjusting.

[A sigh.]

But selfishly, outta your own need, let's say, imagine you could pull someone from home t'be here with you.  Someone who's been here before, someone who ain't, anyone.  Why them?

breaking news at 11 AM!

[indentcision]

[ Channel 2's news!! ]

( detail behind cut, for length! IT'S AN ARREST. )

(voice.)

[carbonite]

Since I'm getting off of this damn planet and actually going back into space, I'm subletting my apartment.

It's a great place, really quiet and private and the neighbors are way too pretentious or are usually out all night to care what you do. Have fun with it or whatever, no need to tell me what you're going to do with it though. Really, the less I know the less liable I am for anything that happens there. This month's rent is paid, so you actually get a free month in a great apartment. (this, sadly is said terribly sarcastically.)

If you're interested, contact Han Solo for the specifics.

permavid; only registered name on the comm is "spider-man"

[remake]

[ The video is up-side down. It's hard to tell, because the guy in the video is also up-side down, sticking to the shiny, windowed side of an office building by his hand and feet. He looks distinctly spider-man themed, but the design is different and so is the voice. He sounds awful young. ]

Okay. Okay. I'm not freaking out but- [ A pause for some quick, audibly shallow breaths. ] -uh. I might be freaking out? Uh. There's- there's someone else living where my house is supposed to be which is really not cool, and I can't figure out what happened to the Triskelion. I'd like to help y'all out but.

If I had- uh, I don't know, directions maybe I could... knock on the door and get you some r-real- some better heroes. I kind of know Nick Fury? Sort of.

And it sounds like you need that. I-I mean, I can stop muggers and stuff, and I guess like The Ringer and Kangaroo (I'm so not making that up, there's a dude that calls himself "Kangaroo"), but this whole-- this whole alternate dimension thing is way over my head and-

[ Hitched breathing. ] And I'm still... working on it.

one ▫ video

[omnomnombunzuh]

[ Parts. Parts everywhere. Nuts, bolts wires: All strewn across the plain blanket of a tiny bed. At the foot of the bed is a beautiful young man taking a pair of pliers to... well, what little is left of his communicator. His eyes light up as a staticky noise starts to reverberate throughout the room. Then, with a wide smile, he addresses whoever is watching. ]

Hello! Ohhhh.

[ he waves the pliers with his free hand ]

I was inspecting this device, but the re-assembly is taking longer than I anticipated. Have I properly re-established connections? The sound and video are still a bit fuzzy on my end. Duh.

To my friends, if they happen to be watching this, please inform me of your location and status immediately. Mmmm. Diately.

Thank you for your time.

. - - - - / voice + text

[whoneedsinformation]

Hello. I'm Billy. I'm new here. I have a question.

[The post is text and audio combined, both saying the same thing. The voice is not just computer-augmented, but entirely synthesized -- very obviously so, the program it's being run through at least twenty years old. A complete lack of tone and inflection.]

It is very loud. Radio. Television. Back home. I knew those. I was used to them. But here. Now. Cellular phones. Internet. Global positioning. Digital television. Satellite radio. There is so much in the air.

I understand that everybody who can read this has powers. I have read the news. Can anybody else hear it? I would like to know.

[The tech-adept -- specifically, those who have filled out his permissions post -- may notice an attempted intrusion, when they reply. Starting off awfully old-fashioned, like the last time the intruder touched a computer was during the eighties. But getting more sophisticated every time. Trial and error.]

xvii | video

[onblackwings]

[ guess who is the proud owner of a seat in a noisy bar and a very large half-finished drink! YEP IT'S THIS DRAGONLADY RIGHT HERE. she's looking a little tipsy. ]

How do you people do it? That... game. Of attention, and such. [ She pauses to scowl at her drink. ] I've tried various ways, but none of them are having the desired result.

Tell me how you get someone's attention when you want it. You humans are either impossibly thick, or more... difficult to maneuver around than I first thought. I really hate most of you for it, whatever it is.

[ She looks about done, but pauses to aim a dark look into the camera. ]

And if I see any small dogs tonight, I will eat them. This is your only warning.

VIDEO.

[clobberin]

[ There's a tall young man with his eyebrows tightly pinched. Someone is sounding annoyed. ]

Guess someone's momma didn't teach 'em it's rude to teleport a guy from his home dimension without asking first. I dunno about anyone else who's been kidnapped and brought here, but I've done my damn fair share of unintentional dimension hoppin', and it tends not to really work out too good for me.

As much as I 'preciate not coming out of it orange and five hundred pounds this time, I got people back home that need me. Suzie needs me. And I don't got a problem with clobberin' whoever it takes to get back.

I already lost my best friend. I'm not losing anyone else. So either line up to take a Grimm style beat down or show me the door.