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Unfortunately, I'm unable to assist at the hospital or with any projects on the ship until further notice. I'd like to discourage anyone from visiting my house, as well. I've been showing symptoms of the disease spread by the bandits. But I'm not staying at the hospital, as they need the room for those in worse condition.

In less horrible news, we've successfully predicted the opening of a pod. But our prediction rate is not 100% accurate. Two pods opened simultaneously, and we were only able to predict one.

[Locked to the Avengers, including Wasp]

I hope you're all well, at least. If you are, Dr. McCoy insists that someone checks up on me, or directs him to my house if they can't. [He's not super-happy about this part. Or any of it, really.]

((ooc: forward-dated because I wanted to post and I tag like molasses anyway))

professorwolf

[An hour and a half after the Oracle's interrupted broadcast, another comes through. This one is obviously not from the Oracle. Lyall sounds a bit tense, though not terribly alarmed-- though he's most certainly feeling alarmed, he keeps that expression off his face with his usual firm control.

He even skips the polite greeting he might have otherwise started with.]

This is Randolph Lyall. The Oracle is missing. If anyone knows where she might have disappeared to, please check for her there. Or contact me privately and I will do so. Thank you.

facilitating

[Hello, Old City. First-timer to the network here, not like she'll act the part.]

I haven't had time to do much digging around, so I don't know whether or not this is any kind of plausible, but if anyone's tripped over an old computer or even some kind of smart-phone, I'd bet the completely useless cash-contents of my wallet that I can not only get it working again, but set up some kind of alternative network. Trust me, it's... kind of my job.

[She offers a slight grin, in general good humor rather than any specific amusement.]

Bonus points if you have any clue where I can find some coffee. Quality is completely irrelevant at this point--I'm not sure if caffeine deprivation really exists, but if I have any kind of a choice, I'd rather not pick now to find out.

[to those with modern-day cell phones or laptops]

[The next time you turn on your phone or laptop, you'll find a message waiting for you. For phones, a text. For computers, what looks like an e-mail, but alerted on the desktop rather than through a specific e-mail client.]

Attempt number four to make contact with compatible devices. If you read me, a heads up would be fantastic.

femshep

[This is posted from Kaidan's communicator, not that she makes it obvious. Hers is still somewhere in the dome. She has yet to requisition a new one.]

I'm alive.

[And she has answers. But she's not sure how much to say on the network. How much the Authorities don't already know she knows. So she'll tell them how to find her, and hope they think to ask their questions in person instead.]

Hospital, south wing, and if Alenko's got any say in it, I'll be here for a while longer.

Telepaths, psychics, or whatever the hell you want to call the people that crawl into your head... You're going to want to see this. [Yes, that is a free pass into her skull. No, don't get used to it.]

tiptoeing

[For a guy who just got kidnapped by aliens, Bruce is looking remarkably calm. He's quiet, too, and doesn't exactly carry himself with any sort of confidence. More to himself than to anyone else;]

As if the invasion wasn't enough. Though somehow, I think these guys are different. I just hope they're not Loki's allies, too.

[Then he pauses, glancing around the ship, which he's still standing in.] I'm going to see what I can figure out about this technology....maybe I can get things working again. If anyone I know is out there, please let me know you're all right.

For anyone else who might be listening...can you tell me anything about this place? Where is it, and who's in charge? I'd like to speak to them. At least, if they can understand English. If not, I guess I'll have to pick up another language.

((ooc: he's wearing the same outfit he is in the icon, cauuuse that's his canon point basically. :3))

lehnsherr

[it's automatic now; to make a call out that's meant only for a certain telepaths mind. a yell of tell me you're back. tell me you can hear me. please, before it's gone completely. his mind wiping blank in a way that only a person who spent half their lives around telepaths would know how to do

now, he turns his attention to his network device. it's different to his last one, but similar enough that he has no trouble navigating his way through it. the draw of the ship is too strong for him to leave the area yet. so when the video cuts in, the metal hull, gleaming in the sun, is all too clear]

Glory. If this is your doing, congratulations. You got me.

[his face may look familiar, but there are differences there. his hair is slightly longer, styled differently. he seems more relaxed than his other self. even his voice differs slightly. the undercurrents of german are less pronounced. but it's still clear that he's spent a lot of time speaking another language entirely. (hebrew, to those who can tell).]

We've already discussed this, so if you wouldn't mind, I have work to do.

[he adds a ping here to the few people he cares about; to hope summers, snape, caffrey. even givens gets a message sent through. but they're all bouncing back, and that leaves him...confused. annoyed. angry]

Will someone tell me what's going on here? Is this the city playing tricks again, or...

[there's some muttering under his breath then; hebrew now. if anyone listens closely enough, they may register the word ha-satan amongst it all. yes, he's talking about that satan]

I want answers. Now.

ooc; to you pesky telepaths: you're welcome to pick up on that first message. he knows how to project his thoughts well enough to make it rise above the usual surface thoughts people have. he just can't direct it to one person :|b

standsentinel

Kaidan's looking much less stressed and mid-combat than his last network post, we must say. Of course, he's still got deep bruising across half of his pretty face (and it seems strangely on its way to healing, given the timespan) and there's that shiny technological collar hanging around his neck. Too, he seems to be mentally willing back a pretty vile headache, if the squint to his eyes and the pain lines at the corners of his mouth are an indication.

But... not mid-combat. This is a plus. He appears to be underground, in some sort of half-salvaged space that might look familiar to a few of the more community-minded tech heads. He's even gotten the bare bones of some lighting in place.]

I didn't want to add to what's already a bitch of a cleanup, but I need a hand. Specifically, I need three pairs of them, and so does anyone else who got stuck with one of these.

[One hand lifts, patting the collar by way of example.]

Come to my workspace if you've got some spare time and don't mind helping out. I've also got a couple other things I can't pull off alone. One's for some heavy lifting -- I don't want to go into detail on here. The other... well, you've seen what happened to the fields. I have a plan that might get some more food on the tables, but it needs manpower. If you're up on 20th century technology or later, I need your help. Hell-- if you can be taught quickly how to hold a soldering iron, I could use you.

I can't really offer payment, outside of information and maybe some salvage, but if this works then maybe we don't starve.

Either show up or reply to this -- and put a filter on it if you can -- if you want to know more.

femshep

( long-ass motherfucker -- under cut to spare you )

femshep

1. If you join him, you're a fool. A public call to arms is what the enemy's been waiting for. They'll kill you where you stand. No hesitation, no remorse.

[Yes, Shepard has a plan. No, she isn't letting on that she has one here. If Erik wants to be a big flaming distraction, more power to him, but she isn't letting him take anyone else down with him.]

2. My offer for weaponry's still open. No compensation necessary, I got what I needed. If you can't shoot, I'll teach you. He was right on one thing: Defense is crucial.

3. Eliot, a word? Later tonight, unless you want in goring range of a ten-ton reptile. Let me know where to find you.

4. Kaidan--I'm on my way.

[She thinks. She and the triceratops are doing a bit of sizing up as she types this, so it's all up in the air how well this'll end up working.

MEANWHILE, anyone on the main road will see a single triceratops making haste more-or-less toward the pen Kaidan mentioned. It has two or three ropes tied near the ends of each of the two primary horns, the other ends of which are in her hands as she straddles its shoulders, just barely too far back for any potential injuries from the dinosaur's crest. The aforementioned hands are glowing a faint blue--she's strong, but not quite strong enough to steer a triceratops. Not without her biotics, anyway.]

lehnsherr

[for once, it's an audio message. he prefers not to make them simply because it makes it easier to track him. but this time, he wants to take that risk, regardless of any negative attention it might bring. that's partly the point of this

he isn't at "home", for once. instead he's off alone, taking another look around the remains, having already knock down a few buildings that he consider uninhabitable. but it's the smell that's prompted this message. the stench of rotting and burned flesh that brings back memories he'd sooner ignore right now

this really isn't something he particularly wants to do. but with only ~~three~~ five mutants here, he knows there isn't much of a choice any more. not when he knows he's the only one of their little group who'd willingly kill others if they're a threat. it's his job to make sure they stay safe, even if it means having to work with the humans here]

We have...lost a number of those amongst us over the past few months; both native to this land and not. More recently of course, a fire and a stampede a to blame, and once again we were caught off-guard. It seems to be a recurring theme here, regardless of whatever attempts at preparing ourselves we have made.

[and that doesn't include those they've lost by being brought here in the first place]

A certain member of our non-native population previously suggested that we group together. That organisation is needed. I'm sure that this past week has helped to reiterate that fact.

[yes, he's talking about you shepard. but no, he's not using names openly on this network]

Damage control is needed, at the very least. A defence would be better. Something to protect those here against whatever dangers make themselves apparent next.

[but that's not the part he most interested in. he's never been a pacifist. that's charles' job]

And to those willing to take the risks needed, an offensive team. We need to prepare ourselves, however possible. The Authorities will continue to hold the power in this situation until we take it from them. We need to be ready to fight.

Whichever path you choose, the important thing to remember is that there isn't a single person here capable of doing that single-handedly.

[one last pause and-]

You're not alone. Not unless you choose to be.

[locked to charles;]

[this message gets added on a while later, and somewhat reluctantly. sometimes you just need to man up and talk to your bff when something is wrong]

Can you hear me?

[it's as close as he's getting to asking charles to listen in to his thoughts this time]

standsentinel

[The feed opens with Kaidan sitting on a stone bench that's actually a chunk of concrete balanced atop some repurposed construction blocks. It's overlooking a pit in the ground that was once a basement, and has now been converted to a dinosaur holding pen... at least for a dinosaur of the less carnivorous persuasion. The fencing around the top isn't complete -- this is a thing that will take more time and manpower than he can give at the moment -- but the debris in the pit has been removed, a ramp created to where the one bit of fencing is, in the form of a gate and sidewing walls( made from more repurposed debris) and he looks headached and exhausted but satisfied.]

If you're involved in Shepard's transportation project, a more permanent stable's ready now. Someone else'll have to bring in browsing for the beast, and if someone wants to check over my attempt at getting seepage to pool at one end for a water source I'd appreciate it... but it's got a home as soon as you can get it here.

As for me, I want to get started on some basic electronics now that things aren't actively on fire. I have a few ideas and I scavenged a few things, so if you want in, meet me here.

[He pans the datapad's camera so that people can mark the location by the buildings and backdrop.]

I've got a spot picked out that I can take you to. Needs a little work, but it's private and out of the sun.

pepperspray

[It's definitely a smart phone. It's definitely not her own. But, this one has signal and the other one doesn't, and she's just gotten herself out of one pod to find that she's surrounded by thousands of them. If there's anyone who knows what's going on...]

Tony?

[To most ears, she sounds carefully neutral. Calm, if you miss the little quaver that underpins the words.]

What's going on? Is it the chitauri? Is this--

[She ends the audio call on that, returning a couple moments later in the form of a video of a slender woman in a good quality business suit -- somewhere late-20th or early 21st century by its cut, and conservative enough to really fit any time that women are wearing modern suits. The backdrop is still the ship and she sems a lot more composed.]

I'm not sure who's out there, but if anyone can tell me what's going on here, I'd appreciate it. Was there another invasion attempt?

femshep

[She's seeing too many new faces and missing too many old ones. Something tells her she should start from the top.]

This is Commander Shepard of the Normandy SR2.

If you know who I am, report in. I want to see who's still around.

If you don't, it might be a good time to say hello.

[But enough of the meet-and-greet.]

I need a couple of favors.

I need food and water, I need a sitrep, I need a runner who wouldn't mind spending a few hours on the ship, and-...

[One sec, she's switching to video, and aiming it at what appears to be a moderate-sized triceratops, enclosed in a rather large blue dome (no, not the same kind of dome as the one on the horizon, keep your pants on).]

I need to know what the hell this thing eats. Bonus points if you'll supply it.

[The video turns off, and there's a pause. Does she need anything else? Nothing's coming to mind, so:]

I can pay you in weapons and ammo, or we can figure out something else.

[Another pause--she's done with that. Then, as a brief afternote:]

Kaidan, Liara, are you busy?

standsentinel

[The video opens with the sort of grainy footage that happens when you're training a camera on a holographic image recording. Kaidan's omni-tool, and therefore Kaidan's arm, is in the frame and is showing a high-angled shot of what happens when two styracosaurs, survivors of a panicked herd aimed at the barrier, get past the Outer Authorities and collide with the dome:

They actually get halfway through it, before it stops them. Messily.]

So, there's that piece of news for you folks -- I'd say hold off on any personal experimentation, because failure looks damn' unpleasant, but it looks like the dome isn't as impenetrable as all that. I'm not speculating which variable in F = ma is the critical one, but it's something to look into.

I know we lost people to this, and nothing makes up for that, never does, but at least we've gotten something out of it in turn.

I've been doing some scouting, and with all the losses and changes, I was hoping I could get a specific sort of head count. If you've got any experience with electronics, specifically the 20th century tech level we're working with here, although earlier'd be fine too, ping me or come find me -- Shepard will know where I'm at if you can't.

hackreality

Hello! Um, I'm told that there are others of you out here that arrived on the ship? Which is pretty interesting! Have any of you investigated it at all? Do we know where it came from? I mean obviously we all got on it somehow—which is another thing to investigate, now that I mention it, because I have like zero memory of that—but if anyone's taken some more diagnostics on it that I was able to do in a few hours I'd love to compare notes! I guess I'd also appreciate if someone could fill me in on the situation out here, since this is... not anywhere near any place I've ever been, based on my GPS.

Oh, um! I forgot to introduce myself, ahaha... anyway, I guess you can call me Judy? I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you; um, feel free to say hello? Hi.

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