HEY GUYS IT WASN'T MY FAULT ALRIGHT
they locked me off your network (LIKE THEY THINK THAT WILL STOP ME I BUILT THAT NETWORK) but hey i just wanted to say some asshat kicked it off EARLY. i said a week, didn't i! that wasn't anyone's version of a week! look i'm gonna reboot it, no more memories, we got a real default battleground coded into it now so it

uh oh found out
oh come on I WASN'T DONE TYPI

[ Broadcast end. Anyone trying to reach this network ID will be met with the polite but persistent reply: "This host banned, please reroute your query." There won't be any NPC replies, but feel free to thread here! ]

[Two lavender eyes stare deeply into the camera, leaning in too close.]

Testing, 1, 2, 3! Um, hi? Oh good, it's working...

[Mahdi slides backward. He's in the dining area of one of the assigned apartments. The guy looks about fifteen, and was clearly plucked right from his job: he's wearing a clean but old and stained black apron over khakis and a polo that have seen better days. There's a hairnet crumpled up on one side of the table, next to a glittery purple flashlight.]

Is there any way for me to contact my boss on this thing? You'd think a simple inter-realm transmission wouldn't be that hard considering how much other crazy stuff they have out here. [More to himself than to the netbook:] I really just want to tell her I won't be coming in. I'm supposed to be there for the breakfast crowd and she's gonna be up a creek without me. Probably can't get out of getting fired for not showing up... even if technically I was there. Early, even!

[He seems to remember himself, and addresses the camera once again.] Anyway, hi! I'm Mahdi. I'm new. They set me up with a place to stay, so I guess I'm gonna be a prisoner for awhile here, huh? [He doesn't exactly seem upset about it, though at least it's clear he's not enthusiastic.] I hope we can makes friends! That's what people do on the internet, right?

[ The image is shaky and unfocused, at first, until the ruffling sounds cease and the picture stills after picking up on a blur of red, white and blue. A blond man, bruised and battered, and appearing a little worse for wear comes into view.

He's still fairly new to technology, and this seems to be that much more advanced than even some of the gadgets he came across in the future - he pauses to think that Stark - Tony - would love to get his hands on something like this. But he manages to figure it out pretty quickly, albeit awkwardly, and he audibly takes in a deep breath. ]

Guess I gotta introduce myself on this thing, don't I? Manners cost nothing, after all. [ He winces, whether at his own weariness or an actual injury is difficult to tell, and he rubs at the back of his neck, a somewhat nervous habit from years long since gone, smearing the dirt there further. ] M'Steve Rogers, and, uh, it's kinda been a long day.

[ But not long enough for him to have missed the details. This place is clean, organised, but there doesn't appear to be any immediate threat. He's already ruled out HYDRA, but he's pretty certain he left them back in the 1940s. And there's no aliens as far as he can tell, which is a relief. A civilised kidnapping? He remains on guard. ]

So, uh, anyone out there gonna fill me in on what I'm missing or am I really gonna have to do some investigating? [ He heaves a sigh, the camera pulling away from his face to focus on the uniform he's still wearing, and he mumbles to himself as he fumbles to figure out how to end the feed. ] ...'Cause I could sleep for a week.

Hi everyone, I have an important announcement, so please listen! I am look for someone and I think they went home but I want to be sure!

[ Feferi, who looks a little too excited for the context, holds up a crayon drawing so that it takes up the whole image. ]

( image cut )

This is Nik and he's really cute and he's also little. So that's why I want to make sure no one's seen him. When it comes to wigglers, you can never be too certain. Anyway, that's all. Thank you for your time!

[The video turns on and there's a woman staring right at you. Messy blonde hair, dark skin and green eyes is about as much as you can see, as the bottom half of her face is covered by her jacket. Actually, there's something else: hints of a white... surface beneath her eyes. What is it? Hard to say from this view. Moving on.

She's still staring, rather intently at that, as she finally addresses those who are watching.]

That I would be asked to fight for them only shows me how little they know.

[She stops short of declaring whether or not she'll actually do so. Fighting for humans? It wasn't too long ago that she was involved in destroying their cities.

She's taken a bit of time to browse through the network before making herself known. Observation was an area Halibel excelled in, and she has learned quite a bit already.]

I'll only ask about one matter: my weapon's evolution.

Tell me as much as you're able to.

[ right after the announcement is made, this post goes up ]

Anyone under the age of eighteen. I need you to report in, now. Please.

[ private to: artika, chloe saunders, feferi, jericho, lea, and martin darkov ]

This most certainly includes you.




[ ooc: the plotting thread is over here!

if your character is uncooperative, bariyan (or someone else? other concerned adults, c'mere!) will likely go HUNT THEM DOWN and try to take them to a safehouse built in one of the abandoned subway stations underground (courtesy of robin, anders, and nathaniel). bariyan's got magic powers that let him put people to sleep and he's NOT AFRAID TO USE 'EM so watch out for that too.

note that regardless of anything that happens, chances are that your character(s) will get dragged on missions/out to defend exsilium anyway.


any concerned adults: feel free to report in/threadjack/comment wherever and whenever appropriate! because bariyan obvs can't hold all of these babbus by himself B) ]

[ Ready for some fail Japanese? No? Well, someone is chatting away in his native tongue now. ]

Watashi no iPhone wa dokodesu ka? Korehananina no? Ā. Soreha-jō ni aru...

[ He huffs a sigh, and there is a moment or two of silence and then a string of words that sounds a little huffy and angry. Why yes, he is cursing in his native tongue. He falls silent again and then when he speaks up in English, he sounds a little embarrassed. ]

I dreamed that I was home again, before matters had brought me here. The times that had led up to an unpleasant episode are dear to my heart, but I had not thought they would become so immediate that I would forget where I am. I must apologize for my lack of manners. It was unseemly.

Tell me, what do you dream of?


[ooc; bad translations get: Where's my iPhone? What is this thing? Aa, it's on... ]

[Osprey sits in front of the camera, the shot zoomed in to only show his head and shoulders.]

This is an open inquiry to the Initiative, and to any transports who may have relevant information. I, and at least one other transport, have begun manifesting symptoms that are... problematic. We seem to be losing visibility in the extremities.

[He holds up a hand in front of the camera, and the fading is obvious - his fingers are almost impossible to see.]

I'd hoped to avoid having to cause issues again, but if there is no response from the Initiative within a fairly short timeframe, I will take action again. I won't be shooting anybody, but let me be clear - I'm a better digital counter-security expert than I am a physical one, and we both remember how your physical security handled me.

[He pauses for a moment.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that to sound threatening. But I am not in a comfortable state of mind here. A prompt response would be greatly appreciated.

[The feed starts, the camera trained on a young girl of about fourteen. Her face is impassive, almost disinterested. If she has been anything less than the very picture of calm since she found herself in this strange place, it is impossible to tell now.

When she speaks, her voice is equally dispassionate, almost entirely devoid of inflection.] My name is Homura Akemi. It is very important that I find Madoka Kaname. If anyone has seen her, please let me know.

[She bows, just low enough to be polite, and straightens again, flicking her long, black hair over her shoulder as she does.] Any information about this place would also be helpful. [She pauses, as if on the edge of saying more, but she does not, and merely ends with a flat:] Thank you.

[The feed clicks on.]

Is it working? Oh, good! I'm used to other methods of communication, so I wasn't sure...[It's a young face that regards the network, set in an expression of unruffled calm. She doesn't seem worried or frightened in the slightest - just faintly curious if anything, perhaps even amused if you squinted. Yet those golden eyes are watchful, even frigid. This is not the Gardens where she's spent almost a year; this is not a place she knows. There's only dashed hope to be found in expecting her friends, or safety, or any such comfortable notion to be found here.]

I guess it's pointless to ask if this is all a big joke, huh? It's much too elaborate, too unmistakably real. Which means....there's no point in protesting, I guess. Not when it's impossible for us to leave; we were brought in by some higher power, and have no choice but to play along.

[She taps her chin in a slow, thoughful way. But that gaze doesn't soften one bit.]

That's how it always seems to work, I suppose. Which leads me to a question I had wanted to ask! If that's all right, I mean. Mm....it's a bit tricky to explain, but I'll try: has this been the second time anyone's experienced this? I mean....being a "new arrival" to somewhere twice over? The first time something like this had happened to me, I spent several months there before being...."uprooted" and placed into this rebellion.

I'd appreciate any answers. ...Ah, but I shouldn't be rude! My name is Mami Tomoe. [A serene smile and a nod toward the camera.] I hope we can get along.

[The video feed clicks on to show a very handsome young man on the screen, his lips pulled up into a grin. It looks easy going, but there's a tightness to the corners of his mouth, and it doesn't quite reach his eyes.]

I have to say, this is a big improvement over the sewers. You don't even want to know how that place smelled. [He gives a short, soft laugh, running his fingers through bronze hair.] I might never get that smell out.

But I don't think anyone really wants to hear about that, do they? [A pause, and the smile drops somewhat.] I... was with some people before. [And he doesn't exactly want to give too much away at the moment, so.] Is anyone from Panem here?

[Hey, hey, it's time for the infamous accidental video post. There's a cat, while having been cleaned up, still looks pretty pathetic. The fact that it's wearing a pair of glasses and a knitted sweater doesn't help make this kitty look any less pathetic either.]

[an exagerrated baby voice as a pair of hands hold the cat's front paws and wave them around at the camera]

Oh, look at me. I'm Pawfessor Kitty. Better get to work, because you have a pawper due on Meownday. Or maybe if I'm feline-ing generous I might give you an extension.

[Britta is actually trying to figure out how to use the webcam to take a picture so she can make the cat her desktop background on her netbook. Britta has instead been broadcasting to the entire network. She's amazing with cameras and technology and everything.]

[For a while there's nothing but the loud and slightly obnoxious sound of chewing. Whoever this is doesn't have any goddamn table manners, Jesus.

But eventually a girl's voice pipes up. The voice is young, and a little gruff, but she doesn't sound livid or even particularly upset about her sudden relocation. Either she's had time to adjust or there's something else going on.]

Oi. Whoever's listening, does anyone understand this? [Crunch crunch crunch.] I got a few questions.