[As background noise to Lilith's frantic chattering, there's the loud revving of what seems to be a very large chainsaw. The fact that she's either running or getting out of breath is also clear in her voice.

Truth be told, she's chasing after something. And on her first day here. Impressive business, Lilith.]

Hey! Hey, I uh, I kind of need some help here. I'm new to this place and I got that sentient weapon and everything and I picked out this really badass one I mean, it is totally swank. It's probably one of the coolest things I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of shit.

Oh, but anyway, I revved it up and it's got a helluva lot more kick to it than I thought it would and it kind of got away from me. It's also pretty sharp. I mean, it cut up this lamp post-looking thing pretty quickly and now it's just sort of flailing around ruining the ground even more. I tried shooting at it but I think that just made it angrier or something. I tried apologizing and told it that it needs to stop, but it's not really doing that and I can't really grab it I mean I'm pretty sure if it's pissed it'll just cut my freakin' hand off and I sort of like my hands.

So uh, can anyone give me a hand here?

[There's a pause.]

I don't mean actually giving me your hand, I meant help.

ooc: so Lilith has lost control of her sentient weapon! It's a chainsaw katana, something along the lines of this. People are welcome to find her with action tags or whatever!

[Guess who used all the hot water in the shower?

Marjolaine is lounging comfortably on the couch in her new living room, looking a good sight better than the day she arrived. Her hair is still styled very simply, but she is wearing an ornate dress that can be seen from about the waist up and subtle cosmetics.]

This new little toy of mine is almost as fascinating as some of you. I've read the darling tutorial, so sweet of them to provide it. I have a hard time believing it allows us to use the tablet to its full potential.

[She pauses and smiles.]

This is where you come in. Well, one of you. I'm looking for someone who knows their way around this technology for some more in depth study. I'm not foolish enough to expect you to do it for free.

I'm willing to talk arrangements. As a newcomer there's little I can offer you in influence or leverage. I suppose that means we may have to get creative.

Any takers?

( action )

[ it's been a while since Gamora has actually made her own post on the network but nothing has really changed - green skin, blank white eyes, unimpressed expression. classic Gamora. ]

It's been more than a month since the United Earth tried to kill us, and I'm not expecting it to last much longer. Nothing like the constant threat of death to make a place feel like home.

[ the zombies don't count. blah blah, new arrivals seems to be the only thing going on, see how much Gamora cares about that. instead there's another thing occupying her mind. ]

Has anyone's weapon actually evolved yet? Godslayer does exactly what it says, it doesn't need improvement. But seeing as it's going to anyway I might as well know what to expect.

[ flagged to Peter Quill: ]

Buy me a drink.

[ flagged to Gordon Freeman: ]

You're mentioned in some notes Adam Warlock made before vanishing. If you want them, take them.

[ For the sake of not having to deal with too many distracting hallucinations, texts are obviously the best. ]

Wow, this thing actually works. Here i thought it would just be a portable cutting board with how clunky and hideous it looks, but i guess it does the job

still hideous though.

Anyway, hey, i just need some questions answered then you guys can go on your ~*merry way*~ and i won't need to look at this giant, flexible floppy disk with a screen for too long. Where can i get fabric? Sewing stuff. Shit like that.

Thought it'd be easier to ask rather than roam around since i stray off course pretty easily



and cookies


i really need some good cookies, like addicting good. Super important. [ Kougyoku got him hooked... ]

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( OPTIONAL ACTION FOR UNIT 807 )

[Exsilium, you are now faced with the greatest weapon in the Winchester arsenal: Sam's puppy face. The young man looks into the tablet with an expression of complete interest in anything that might be shared with him.]

Hi, my name's Sam - I'm one of the uh, new transports around here. I'm really looking for any information you guys can give about this place, hopefully beyond the initial rundown, although some of that could stand repeating too - [he smiles apologetically] I'm sure I don't have to tell you guys it's a lot to take in at once.

Specifically I'd like to hear about these missions, the weapons, and if there's any pattern to those who end up disappearing as I've heard happens - does it usually happen say, right after a mission? Or are the incidents completely random?

Don't have much to offer in return but I can promise I'll make all the information I gather easily available so it could end up useful to all of us. And I'd really appreciate it. 

[screened AWAY from Dean Winchester and Cas]

I've heard I've been here before - if anyone recognizes me - I'd like to talk to you. 

[The face of a man about sixty-five years old appears on screen. He's squinting at the blasted device through glasses that he's very glad he kept, but he would still struggle to make a text post at the moment---not with his old prescription. The voice is rougher, but still recognizable as Billy's to the few people he knows.]

Please answer this question for me: it's urgent.

Is extreme accelerated aging a known side effect of the transporter? I have several other hypotheses about my sudden condition, but this is the first I should test. And if you know of any cures for this condition, I'd appreciate a pointer. I'm drawing up my own attempts at a cure, but there's not much I can do with our limited supplies.

[He sighs wearily.]

I calculate that I'll age to the point of death within the next 36 hours, or sooner if it accelerates further, so there's not much that I have to lose.

((ooc: The aging is a canon event caused by his own tinkering at home gone wrong with a delayed reaction. And there's a canon medicine that would likely be at the Hold, but he hasn't a clue.))

[ There's a brief fumbling of the feed before a dark-haired, dark-eyed, dark-skinned face comes into view, countenance stoic and lips pursed thin. When he speaks, his tone is low, stern, and straight to the point, almost cuttingly so. It seems this person doesn't have much patience for beating around the bush. ]

This message is intended for members of the Initiative. I am currently seeking information regarding an organization known as "Celestial Being". If any of you have details regarding their current whereabouts, please contact me immediately.

...in addition, if you've happened to see [ hesitating ] sparkles of some kind in the sky, or anything else out of the ordinary, let me know. Thank you.

[ Yeah, that totally wasn't conspicuous at all. Going to be shutting that feed down now and definitely not muttering tersely in the process. ]

[It takes some determination on Murphy's part but he finally gets his tablet to work. Once he is sure he is broadcasting he clears his throat.]

Hello. Murphy here. I'm new around here. Um... I'm just trying to get some things sorted in my head about this place - like when do we get to return to our home worlds? And - is this real? I keep figuring this has to be a dream or a nightmare.

Also, I'm roomed in UNIT 1 2 0 3. I think I have some roommates around... somewhere.

[ Today you may find two teenage boys huddled around the camera. Kuroh, the boy with black hair, has set up the video function on his tablet, at the suggestion of several other people he met earlier, in a last-ditch effort to find out if their lost friend made it to Exsilium with them. And since they're still very new at this, they might as well give it a shot!

The boy with white hair, Yashiro, has drawn a moustache on himself with marker and has taped two rectangular pieces of paper to his eyebrows in a sad attempt at a disguise. Well, when you’ve got people after you and don’t know if they’re here or not, you have to be extra careful! He kicks the video off with a bright smile and a wave. ]

Hello everyone, fellow Transports! ...That’s what we’re called, right? Anyway, we’ve just arrived and, well, we’re looking for someone. We figured you might be able to help.

[ Kuroh nods in agreement and addresses the camera. ] Her name is Neko. She has long light pink hair, one green eye, and one blue.

That’s right! Hmm, I’m not sure how old she is, but she’s pretty young. [ Yashiro looks up, tapping his chin in thought. ] Younger than me, so that would put her... 16? Or 15, maybe?

We should probably also note that she can change her appearance at will. Specifically, as she has the power to manipulate senses, she often chooses to appear as a small cat.

She’s a pretty cute kitten, right Kuro? [ Turning to him and grinning! ...When there’s no response, he just turns back to the tablet. ] She’s affectionate, likes to eat a lot, and really hates clothes-- oh.

[ Oh yeah, they should....probably talk about this. Um. Kuroh looks over at Shiro, but there’s no sign of backup, so he gulps and continues. ] ...That’s correct. She may also be naked. [ Wow this is very awkward. ]

[ Yashiro glances at Kuroh. ] ...That sounds pretty weird, doesn’t it.

…Of course, she may also be invisible. [ Probably should have mentioned that earlier, huh? These guys are totally helpful. ]

She can do that!?

Theoretically. She could manipulate her surroundings so others wouldn’t see her at all.

[ Wow. Well, good thing she’s on their side then, huh? Good to know. In closing, he gives a big smile and another wave to the camera. ] Well, I hope this was helpful! [ HA. ] If you’ve got any information or have seen her or, [ he leans in, peering at the lens ] Neko? If you’re here?

Please contact us right away.

[ Yashiro makes a huge sweeping gesture towards the other. ] Leave a message for him, Kuro! Thank you for your time!

[ FEED CUT. Roommates in 802 are of course welcome to walk in on their shenanigans, if they are so inclined.

ooc: Gray is Yashiro (fadedaway) and Black is Kuroh (nikubaka)! Responses will come from both individually (for your convenience, as the muns are currently on opposite sides of the planet.) ]

[Okay, Exsilium. Hilda's kept quiet on the network so far, although she's commented to other people. She's chiefly been out to familiarize herself over the past month with the city, among other-- things.

(Like settling Victini in, and finding somewhere to put him if she should leave.)

She's ready today, though, to ask a few questions of her own. Those get pretty nice responses, right? The more philosophical the better. Which would be good if she was the philosophical type, but she isn't. She smiles, because even if she can't ask a meaning of life question she can at least look friendly.]

People get dragged out and go back in time to fight, right? [It's rhetorical. She's already been to the past, during the masquerade. She knows it's possible.] Is there a way to volunteer for that kind of thing?

[The smile slips into a small frown, as she realizes that fighting blindly in a foreign world probably isn't the easiest thing. Time for a little advice getting.]

And if you've been out like that, can you tell me what it's like? Unova hasn't had a huge war since the twin brothers, so I'm pretty much a Basculin out of water.

[ Holly's first network broadcast is a simple text post for two reasons:

The first is that she's still not too happy about the prospect of exposing her face (and potentially her species) to a city that's populated by mostly humans.

The second is that some things are just easier to ask for this way. Things such as 'assistance from strangers'. ]

Two questions.

1) Any tech-heads out there with experience in mechanical wing design/repairs? Think one of mine's broken. I'll give you more info if you consider yourself up to the task.

2) Magic. I'm looking for anyone with magic that's replenished by nature. I'll need some help with that too, seeing how the environment here's been completely destroyed. [ Human greed is as limitless as ever, she types out, then deletes, because she's trying to get help, not start a fight. ]

So, I don't have anything to offer in return. At least not upfront. But if you have anything that I'm after, let me know. We can figure something out.

[Duncan looks much grubbier than usual, a few smudges on his forehead and his armor dusty.]

It's odd how quickly we adapt to the conveniences of this place. I never thought I'd say I was looking forward to returning to my quarters and the shower there.

It looks as though there have been several new arrivals recently. My name is Duncan. If there are any of you from worlds with less advanced technology than this one, I will be willing to assist you with any questions. I know it's a difficult learning curve at first.

( private to Gordon Freeman )