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[Mulan meant for this to be voice but she hit the wrong button by accident, and now is too tired to either notice or care what setting she's on. Possibly both.

She's sitting on the end of her bed, long hair lank and messy, face wan and exhausted. Her voice is weary when she speaks.]

I am grow tired of seemingly always making these calls for the same reason.

[She pauses, sighing and catching her breath.]

But here we stand once again in the aftermath of a calamity. At least I hope it is the aftermath. After these last few days, it's hard to imagine it could be getting any worse.

I want to check on my allies. Some of you I know were injured, or put into harm's way. Others I have not heard from at all. Please. Talk to me.

girlworthfighting

Greetings, all.

I trust by now everyone has heard of the resurrected...creatures that have been stalking around the outskirts of the city, and so for me to mention at one point I had among them a "double" of my own hopefully will come as not too much of a surprise.

I've heard by now that my particular double surfaced about two weeks past, and was dispatched. My apologies to anyone it may have threatened in the meantime. I sincerely hope none of you were too injured by it, if at all.

However... [She shifts uncomfortably, swallowing.] My body at the time of my death had a sword still in its possession. Well-cared for but probably visibly old to even a novice, with a plainly decorated scabbard. The sword did not turn up among my remains, and despite my best attempts to retrace the being's path I have yet to find it.

My hopeful conclusion is that it was dropped somewhere along the way and, unclaimed, someone out here found it. I am claiming it now. I will make no game about it: that sword is very important to me. If you have it, I will barter almost any favor or recompense for it's return. I would be most grateful if you contacted me immediately. Thank you.

[She hesitates.]

Oh -- and, in case any of you already among my acquaintances had somehow not yet heard, I suppose this accounts as my official notification of "I'm alive again".

My apologies for not doing this any sooner. There...didn't seem to be much to say.

[She's frowning uncomfortably to herself as she turns off the feed. After a minute of reflection she turns it back on again.]

[Private to Loki]

Well...if you were waiting for a chance to say "I told you so", I think I just gave you a big opening.

loveshishammer

[Usually by this time of night, Thor is back from his daily work with the Authorities, trying to wrangle wraiths. Since he can fly, and fly quickly, he always tries to be home for dinner with Loki, even if he doesn't stay.

Tonight, though, he's putting a message up on the network, one which flickers randomly between color and sepia-toned, and occasionally goes fuzzy enough to static over his words. What can be seen of him between the poor connection is obviously wan and tired, more so than probably anyone but Loki and Tony has ever seen him, and even a bit like he's been beaten on. It's hard to make out the background, but someone with sharp eyes might recognize where they were decontaminated after the time travel shenanigans, or at least someplace like it.]

Ah, hello, everyone. I have good news! And I-- fzzt-- slightly bad news. The good news is, the wraiths, at least fzzt, appear to be confined within the plague shields. It was a terrible fight. I would not recommend-- fzzt-- attempt it.

The rather bad news, however, is I-- fzzt-- those shields, as well. So... I am in this decontamination facility for-- fzzt-- until the good healers release me as fit for interacting with the rest of-- fzzt.

... I am sorry I missed dinner, Loki.

[Then static overtakes the message entirely. He'll be back, it just might take him a few minutes.]

girlworthfighting

[Locked to Belle, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson]

In response to Dr. Solus' inquiry yesterday, I would like to name all three of you as my stand-ins regarding my medical treatment and physical belongings were I to fall and be unable to administer to my own affairs myself, and hereby empower you to make any necessary decisions on my behalf.

[Her voice and manner are incredibly formal as she makes this collective statement. She still might not fully understand what exactly this is all about, but she definitely gets that it's something to be taken seriously.]

I don't have any specific requests to make of you. Hopefully this will never be necessary anyway. But on the chance that it is, I thought it best it'd be fully established ahead of time.

I trust all of you to use your best judgement should you be called upon to act in my stead. If there are any other questions you have for me in this matter, please ask.

attention_wenches

[The camera is pointed a bit crookedly at an ordinary kitchen counter, a bowl of water and a scruffy teenager with a steaming mug both perched on it. Loki's given up his Asgardian clothes and let his hair grow out some, and nowadays looks wholly unremarkable. But smug. Really smug. Misbehaving cat smug, at the moment. He twitches his fingers a bit and the water in the bowl rises up in the form of a snake, undulating as if to strike for a few moments before freezing solid, then falling away into mist.]

...Oh, alright, it's a bit of a parlor trick, but I thought it might get people's attention and it's safe to point this device at.

[And he preferrs using a bit of spellwork he knows as well as breathing, juuuust in case.]

I've noticed that fellow sorcerers are a bit scarce on the ground here, among we ship-folk. Not that I've ever been anywhere that you'd find sorcerers in great proliferation, even Alfheim, but it seems as though most of the scholars out of the pods are scholars of a more mundane kind. I suspect it's at least a bit due to the preponderance of humans. You seem to be better at that sort of thing. And it's all well and good, but it makes life a bit dull for those of us who are more ethereally inclined.

So I'd like to do a headcount of the magicians we do have, of whatever sort, if you don't mind. And perhaps we could meet at least every so often? I'm only an apprentice and I'm falling terribly behind, and how often is one going to encounter so many schools of magic at once? We really should be exchanging notes all we can, before something else goes wrong. Even if you do a sort of magic that no one's likely to be able to learn, like Jack does, at least it'd be interesting to talk about.

[A brief pause as he thinks back through his tangent-filled, over-caffeinated, self-congratulatory blather.]

Oh, yes, if you don't know me, I'm Loki. And--

[He's interrupted by the whistling of a teakettle.]

Right, that's all.

[Click.]

universalhope

[The video that pops up shows a pair of pair of men, both heavily muscled and with ridiculous hair. The taller of the two is dressed in an orange martial arts uniform, while the shorter is cutting a bold image in blue-green leather pants and sleevless leather jacket, with a red undershirt. And neither of them appear to be anywhere near the ground, the ship clearly visible underneath them, a faint thrumming of energy audible through the network. The taller was looking around in confusion and interest, while his partner seems a bit more disdainful and irritated at their predicament. Obviously, they're newcomers to Verdana, if the dialogue is any indication.]

Hey, look...I can see a whole city down there, but this entire planet just feels weird somehow. What do you think, Vegeta? Can you feel it too? And look! [He points towards what could presumably be the remains of the Hyperion Dome in the distance]

Well, Kakarot, it's good to see that you're still ever the observant one around here. [He'd seen the city as soon as they'd gotten into the air. It was hard to miss. Turning, his eyes follow the direction of Goku's hand, eyebrows furrowing at the sight.] What is that?

I dunno, Vegeta. Looks like...maybe some kinda ruin, but I don't like the look of it one bit. Or the feel of the place, either. It feels...dead... [He wrinkles his nose up] Man, where the hell are we anyway? Weird cities and that ruin...

Well, why don't we just toss you right in and find out? Sounds like a perfect plan to me, wouldn't you say? [His eyes roll, not surprised by the reaction from his dim-witted friend.] How am I supposed to know where we are or how we got here? If anything, you screwed something up yet again and landed us here!

Uh...[Goku turns to regard Vegeta with a look of annoyance, and as he's about to say something stunningly witty like 'nuh-uh, it's all your fault' he sees something else] Y'know, that scouter you found? It's blinking, like they do when they're broadcasting.

What do you mean it's blinking? Blinking where? They don't blink you idiot, information is displayed on the glass when you activate it. Watch. [He presses the button, turning the video off, and after a few moments, flips it on again unknowingly, confused as to why the functions of the scouter aren't working the way he remembered them.] What's wrong with this blasted thing? It's broken, great, just like your brain. Argh, it doesn't matter, we don't need to use them anyhow.

Yeah, well, it's blinking. So...guess we should say hi to whoever's watching? [Goku waves at the camera, and then approximates a traditional Japanese bow, which hopefully makes whoever's watching see him as polite. Because if he wasn't, he's pretty sure he'd get yelled at by somebody...] eh-eheheheh, Hey there. Could you please tell us where we are?

Shut up, no one's going to hear you. It's a scouter, not a camera. Besides, you don't even know who's on this planet anyway! They might be a bunch of blood-sucking savages that know nothing else but the flesh of other beings! How would you like to be the next meal on the menu? [Not that Vegeta thinks anything is capable of cooking them up for dinner, but he's just trying to make a point.] Go ahead, announce to everyone that we're here! That's a great idea!

[Goku rolls his eyes now and shakes his head.] Well, let's just wait and see then.

Fine. Have it your way.

(ooc: This is a joint intro for both Goku and Vegeta, responses are likely to come from both and threadjacks/actions are welcome too. Blue text is Vegeta, Orange is Goku)

akito

[ 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 )

infourbooks

[Neville looks rather frazzled as well as being... rather upset about something]

Briar is gone.

[He takes a deep breath.]

That's bad enough, but we have this plant shop and he was really the one who knew anything about how to actually run it. I'm decent at growing plants, but I've only been selling them for a few weeks now. I could... really use some help. I don't think I can run it just on my own.

memoryguardian

[ For most, this video feed might look like nothing but a nice shot of scenery in the forest. Birds chirp and flutter on and off camera but, besides that, there's nothing really happening and no one in sight. For those that believe in her, however, they'll see Toothiana in all her wonderfully bright colors and with a small smile on her face.
Despite the feed being video, a text message accompanies it. ]

Hello, everyone!

My name is Toothiana. While that's my given name, almost everyone where I was from referred to me as the 'Tooth Fairy.' Yes, /that/ Tooth Fairy. It's a familiar story for most but to those that it's not-- I collect the teeth of children and leave behind a small gift in exchange. The reason I collect the teeth is because the most precious memories of childhood are stored in them. It's why my other title, though lesser known, is the Guardian of Memories.

[ Though there's no actual delay in the post, she had deliberated for quite a few minutes before figuring out what to say next. ]

I know it's probably a little strange but I'm not the first spirit here. There's Jack Frost and Akito, to my knowledge, and I'm similar to them. You can't see me if you don't believe in me. I don't expect all of you to believe me in me though. Not right away, at least! I hope that you do eventually, of course, as belief is the only thing keeping me in existence.

I'll be happy to answer any questions that you may have. Thank you for your time!

professorwolf

[What begins as merely trying to catch a meteor on record for his own personal interest and for various friends rather quickly became something else entirely. And Lyall spent a few minutes afterwards figuring out how to upload what he caught on his device onto the network.

So everyone gets a nice video of the second two thirds of that falling object's trajectory, and a couple seconds of the beginnings of a warm glow on the horizon. Then they get Lyall coming on the screen right after. He's out in the more local woods, dressed only in his coat, and looking a little bit rumpled, for once. His voice, however, is a bit deadpan as he speaks to the practical and pointedly doesn't mention the bit about the thing from space.]

I believe there may be a fire starting in the western forest. If there are still Authorities monitoring this channel, someone may wish to be dispatched to contain it, unless there isn't much risk of it spreading too far.

forbiddenfriendship

[the video feed turns on, and a giant, curious yellow eye stares back, accompanied by a deep, rumbling noise that sounded a bit like a cat's purr. Off in the distance comes a young man's voice talking in Norse - although thanks to the communicator's translation, there's an easy English text version popping up]

Toothless, what are you doing with that…[there's a crash, as the voice has apparently just dropped something]...oh gods, it's a magic book.

[the giant eye twists away, as Toothless lifts his head up to look inquisitively off at something to the side - the source of the voice, presumably. The angle is strange, and all you can see is part of his head, but it's clear enough that Toothless is covered in black scales, and big.]

Okay, okay…Toothless, just come over here, okay buddy? [Toothless rumbles softly, but takes a step away from the book, and out of view.] That's it, come on…let's get away from the magic, probably cursed book…oh gods, why me…

djinnigenie

[The feed kicks in with an accidental activation. Shuffling, loud, brushing noises herald a loud, muffled, angry, female voice.]

MORRIGAN! Where in the Maker's name am I? WHAT DID YOU DO?

[Slam! Rattle! Distortion. The louder words echo a bit in the cavernous space.]

WHERE AM I?

[Heavy breathing.]

You said I would live, but you didn't mention *this* - can you hear me?

[Deep breath. Calmer voice.]

Very well. I do not know where I am. This is not the Fade nor the Deep Roads nor anywhere I have seen in Ferelden.

[Muffled noise and scraping.]

Dear Andraste! Morrigan - please run, my friend. Loghain is going to be hunting you. Loghain... dear Maker.

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

lanfear

( Some prose here! )

[She begins her broadcast simply, a beautiful young woman with dark hair and thick robes appearing wide-eyed over the network. Her voice trembles, from fear or despair it might be hard to say. But this woman is definitely not taking this well. The angle of the camera plainly shows the interior of the ship, the woman huddled in a corner, staring at the recording device]

W-where am I? I...have no idea where I am. Light, I was just...out for a picnic and I f-fell asleep. And now I'm here. Where...wherever here is. Can someone out there help me? Please? I'm so frightened and I-I don't know what's going on. I have gold, if you need. Just help me...

[She leans over, peering uncertainly at the feed...waiting for an answer. Inwardly, her face is a mask of amusement. Someone with a kind heart, or a craven fool seeking easy prey would surely answer that call, a noble maiden in distress. The former would be easy enough to fool, and the latter simple enough to leave in a tattered heap. And either would leave her in a better position than when she started...]

(ooc: Feel free to actionspam as well as network her, all I ask is that any action come after her little "meltdown")

girlworthfighting

All who can hear this, you will be so good as to grant me a moment of your time to listen. My message is both of stern significance and brief.

For those who've not yet met me or don't know my voice, my name is Fa Mulan. In the land I come from I am a warrior of great renown, and no small amount of skill. [She rarely ever boasts like this, so it must be important - and not about her.] The young prince and novice sorcerer known as Loki Odinson is under my protection. I know there are some of you who may take issue with his presence, or wish him harm for another unvoiced reason. But I care not what these reasons are. They are irrelevant to me, and to the oath I've taken upon my name and honor.

I don't seek out battle with this young man's would-be enemies. But if you make quarrel with him, then you will quarrel with me. That is the way of it.

I expect when I return from the short journey I am undertaking I will find Loki perfectly safe and unbothered. If not, then any who have failed to heed this warning will answer to me.

[There's a pause and then, in a softer tone, she begins as if almost in a separate message.]

Jack Frost, will you be so obliging as to allow me to request of you to keep an eye on him while I am gone?

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