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[Oh, look. Look who showed up on the ship. And she's just a little perturbed. And curious.]

Oh! I'm back here? And so how long has it been this time? I'm pretty sure I've missed a few things. [she huffs] I had a presentation to make.
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[This is Sarea's first time making a post to the network - she's never bothered before - so she's slightly hesitant, even though she's done her best to get the right number and lock it properly and everything]

Hey, um, Kaylee! Hope this goes through alright. Wondered if you'd like to come hangout at our house sometime? Have some tea, or whatever you drink, some snacks, chat. Need some girl time, what with always being surrounded by guys.

[Belatedly she realizes she should probably ask the guys if it's okay to invite someone over, but... eh. shouldn't be an issue.]
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[Hi network, remember this guy? Well he’s back. Again. He’s a combination of embarrassed and nervous about the whole situation, but what else is new? He has some lingering bruises from being trapped by rubble, but is otherwise all right.]

Well this is a little bit awkward. Third time’s a charm, I guess? Though this time wasn't exactly like the others...I haven’t been in a pod. [He pauses for a minute, fiddling with his hands out of habit.]

I don’t know how many of you I know are still here, but I hope I can be of some use to you all, regardless. Particularly if you haven’t gotten the ship up and running yet; I remember that being an issue. And if there’s any chance I can still help out at the hospital, I wouldn’t mind multitasking.

...Thanks, by the way, to those of you who helped me get out of the ship. I appreciate it.

[Video 01]

Sep. 8th, 2014 08:25 pm
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 [Mamoru has his communicator on as a video feed shows him walking around the streets of Poseidon, checking out what's going on, before the camera turned to his face.]

I've finially made it here from the ship, I was a little lost in the ship for a while, but I've finally made it outside, and I don't hve that feeling bearing down and repressing my abilities anymore! It feels so liberating that I decided to relax a bit before I got here, flexed my powers a bit before I arrived.

[Mamoru seemed relieved, but when he looked around to how people were acting in the town, his face became one of concern.]

I've been trying to find some way I can help out, or a place to stay or where I could get some food or other things I might need, but it seems like everyone in town seems troubled or in a rush or something, they look scared of something. I have no idea what's going on. I want to help! When I see people in trouble, that's the first instint I learned from my friends, to help others who are in trouble. But nobody in town will talk to me.

[Mamoru then looks over his red and white toga outfit with the shoulderpads and sandals, as well as the green jewel necklace.]

I guess I am dressed weird. Maybe they think I'm a freak or something....

video

Aug. 17th, 2014 04:40 pm
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[why look who finally found her way on the network. Jane's sitting on a bar stool and twisting back and forth like a little kid. She grins.]

So. [Jane tilts her head back and knocks back something that could be booze or coffee in a shot glass and she's not saying] Who here wants to talk ship mechanics? Because I have got questions.
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[ Jayne's at a bar. What a surprise. There's laughter and whatever about. And quite frankly, Jayne's fairly content on sticking around there and not talking to the network about anything. But there's no one about and he's looking a bit... sad? Sad, yes. He's bit a bit M.I.A. And he misses his crew. Don't tell them that. ]

Anyone up fer a drink? Yer payin' for yerself but I gotta itchin' fer talkin'.
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[Kaylee's trying very hard to stay calm. Stress is bad for the baby. Which really makes all this lousy timing.

So she's trying to deal with this entire situation by the method she's learned from many of her nearest and dearest.]


You know. My favourite thing about Verdana is all the stuff that happened in Mayfield that doesn't happen here. You could count on people to actually stay the same person from day to day. I promise, I am plenty grateful already, I didn't need the reminder.

[She keeps reminding herself that Luke and everybody else will be back to normal sooner or later. But it's not terribly comforting right now.]

I am too hormonal to deal with this.

[She nearly ends the transmission there, but then she remembers one more thing. Luke was supposed to pick things up on his way home from work. And now she's feeling even worse than before.]

Could... somebody pick me up some ginger and crackers? Please?
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[When the video switches on, Armand appears dressed, his shirt collar and shoulders are visible, and leaning with his back against a wall inside the Ship.]

I cannot say I'm surprised to be here.

Do any of the people I knew remember me? It's Armand. [He lifts a hand into view and waves, fingers waggling.] Uh, St. Just [pronounced san jyoost], if you don't know me.

What's the weather like? If it's not freezing, I don't mind walking a reasonable distance. Unless the wildlife has gotten faster. [He doesn't seem too certain about that last, but he knows that not everyone out on their own gets eaten.]

At the moment, I'm by the pods still, but I don't plan on staying here. This Ship makes me feel uneasy.

Is there anything else I should know before leaving here?
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[ Okay, so he's not wearing a shirt. But he's got his pants and gun belt on, weapons all secure so there's that at least. And he's pissed as he glares at the damn device. ]

This ain't mine.

[ Pause. Shrug. The device is tucked into his pocket. ]

Takin' the gorram thing anyway. If folks're gonna be dumb enough ta leave their things with mine, I ain't lookin' ta give it back. Nice lookin' anyhow. Sell it fer somethin'.

[ Pause. There's shuffling as he puts on his shirt. ]

Right. Got 'em all.

[ Pause. ]

Now where's the gorram ship?
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[The man on your video screen is wearing a tux. He's not James Bond though.

In fact he's a writer from New York City, who was on his way to get married (for the third time) when he blacked out while driving and woke up in a pod. It was by far the oddest experience he's ever had, and Richard Castle has had many odd experiences. At first he thought he was in some kind of government facility, that the SUV with the black out windows that had been tailing him had put him here where some kind of weird experiments happened. Waking up in a pod in your boxers is enough to throw anyone. He'd put on the clothes he'd been wearing, found in the footlocker next to the pod and managed to locate the rest of his stuff. His cell phone was deader than dead, of course, so he couldn't call Kate. It seemed, other than the creepy pods filled with what looked to be people, nobody was around keeping him in one place. He wasn't a prisoner, so he decided to explore.

Stepping out of the hatch, he observed a completely different world. It was not New York. It was possibly not even Earth.]


Uh. I take it this isn't the Hamptons?

[What the hell has he gotten himself into now?]
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[A feminine voice, oddly neutral, sounds across the communication network at exactly midnight on Sunday of Week 63.]

Realigning temporal fields. Alignment will be concluded in 336 planetary hours.

[And look, there's even a timer showing on the viewscreens to help everyone keep track.]
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[The ship corridor Rumple is transmitting from-- using Belle's communicator, for those who can tell such things-- is a little bit dimmer than it should be, and there's a few flashes off to one side. And a bit of a hissing, fizzing sort of sound... like ruined electronics might make.

Rumple ignores it all. He looks upset, angry, but not to the extent that he hasn't calmed down a little since his initial rage. The network has officially missed the worst of his temper tantrum.]

This ship is stealing people.

[All right, not quite all of the temper tantrum. He bashes at something off-screen with his cane.]

Belle is gone. She was here one minute, and gone the next. And it is this damn ship that took her!

[Good luck convincing him otherwise.]
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[Currently a petite strawberry-blonde teen is clutching the pendant hanging from a ribbon around her neck as she scuttles between hiding places in the ship and stares with wide-eyed curiosity mixed with finite fear at the names located on the other pods located all around her. Yes, she is looking for specific names and is both dreading and hoping she might come across one she recognizes. There are thousands of pods here, however, and the fingers of her other hand begins to clutch more firmly at the small device she found with her clothing where she had first awoken. After a short hesitation, Chloe presses a button and brings the device to her lips.]

H-hello?

[A hesitating pause, then Chloe seems to find her courage--and outrage.]

Wh-whoever is in charge here, I really don't appreciate being left in the dark. Where am I, and why am I here? Wh-where is my Aunt Lauren, Derek, and the others? Haven't you done enough? Just l-leave us alone!

[If she was thinking clearly, she would realize the Edison Group never would have left Chloe her Swiss Army knife or can of mace... But she was kind of freaking out after waking up naked and without her pendant around her neck.]

Or else.

[Those two words sounded almost like a growl--something Chloe may have loosely picked up from her werewolf boyfriend. Despite the threat, her panicked mind silently taunted her: 'Or else what, Chloe?']
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[He'd gone blank before, shut down in China, in Dean's office. He was too used to being shut down, waking up some place other than he last remembered.

[But this was...new. And unpleasant, even among a series of experiences that Alex would describe as less-than-pleasant. Because it wasn't his docking cradle he'd woken up in. At first he'd thought he'd been kidnapped, but there were no guards, and his weapons were just where he'd stowed them, fully charged. ]


This is Detective Ale--. Just Alex.

[The voice is slightly modulated, almost , but not quite, inhuman.]

I’m looking for a man. A Dr Dennett Norton. Five foot nine, Caucasian, mid-forties. No criminal history.

[You spend enough time on the force, and people seem to settle into categories like that.]

I can provide a list of known associates.

[A short list: did Norton have a family? Anything outside his work? He should probably know, after all this time.]

He’s….. I need him.

[He doesn’t want to say for what, at least just yet.]

((ooc: open to network or action for anyone on/near the ship))
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I know Atticus's been gone for a bit now, but seemed too soon to be worryin' about this before. But... me 'n Luke need a new officiant, since he was gonna do the ceremony. There anyone else who can help us out with that?

[She's about to end her transmission when she suddenly remember something else that was on her mind]

And I ain't got a bun in the oven!
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[For those on the ship, the afternoon's calm is broken by the sudden wail of alarms, and the blooming glow of amber warning lights set in the ship's floor panels.

For those off the ship, the light display is absent, but the alarms still wail from the ship-linked communicators.

The ungodly racket is accompanied by a dispassionate feminine voice - those few who saw her before the crash might recognize the voice of Salvation's AI, though the message itself is recorded.]


Hostiles detected in corridor 83-alpha. Containment initiated. Dispatching security.
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[The setting in behind Kaylee is fairly recognizable as the area right outside the ship. Which isn't surprising, as the smudge of grease on her face suggests she's very recently been pretty deep in a generator or engine.]

Alright, I ain't the only one who's been feelin' right discombobulated when they go on or off the ship the past coupla weeks, am I? Thought I might be comin' down with somethin' at first, but that's the only time I get all dizzy like. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing the ship's ever done I guess...
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Um, okay, so I think I've been watching a little too much Twilight Zone lately...

[Dani's voice is slightly nervous, as is her little laugh at her own circumstances and attempts at assimilating her current situation into her own world view. And she knows she's more than just nervous because that's her father's voice in her mind, not hers. She's scared. Her eyes dart nervously about and she often looks away from the screen of her communicator.]

This isn't all just in my head, is it? This place? I mean because at least this all being some weird immersive hallucination would make some sort of sense.

[If she were locked away in Building 7, for instance, and everything that had come after her father met with her in holding was the product of her own guilty mind. Or she was still in that room in the warehouse and one of Stanton's special pets was weaving some elaborate simulation for her. That would make sense. But everything feels too real and this is a remarkably random scenario for either of those explanations.]

I just don't understand. I'm trying, but I don't know how I got here. I don't even know how I can be here. The last thing I remember...

Look, I'm not even sure what the last thing I remember is, okay? But I do know that I was in New York and then I was waking up on some kind of spaceship in my underwear.

[Another nervous laugh.]

Do I need to worry about being probed or something? [A small, frustrated sigh follows.]

Is there anyone out there even listening to me?
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[ have one currently powerless wind spirit staring awkwardly at his communication device, worrying at his lip for a moment before offering a small, equally awkward smile. ]

Ah... Hi! I'm Akito. I'm, um... Usually invisible to most people because I'm a wind spirit. Back home I kind of... try to manage global warming, so it doesn't happen faster than everything can adapt... Umm...

I thought it would be kind of... cool? To, ah... Try and see if I'll still be visible in a video feed after the collar comes back off... Since you never know, ne?

[ he fiddles with a snowflake he's attached to a small chain he wears. the hand that's visible is splinted, and the plastic may or may not have a couple of random, bright stickers on it. he makes sure the next part is filtered away from Jack: ]

Question!

Um... How do you make a... crush go away? Like... Make your heart stop going dokidoki around them...



filtered to jack )
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The Spring Equinox is coming up
And the city is getting ready for preparations


I am turning 100 years old this Equinox
Which is an important birthday
At least for spirits
I think

I don't know much about birthday celebrations
And the city looks like it will be having its own big party (???)
So I was wondering if anyone would like to
Hang out with me during the equinox?
For a little while maybe
If it is not too much trouble!!

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