Video;

[Harvey is leaned toward the camera and is giving it a sarcastic smile.]

You know, Initiative, you really should have asked me to dinner before you took me back to your place.

If Donna Paulsen or Mike Ross are here, get your asses to 305. If anyone else from Pearson Hardman is here, or if anyone recognizes the name Harvey Specter from home, let me know.

Listen, I’m not staying here because I’m happy or because I agree with you. But I’m staying. For a while. And if I don’t get a meeting with someone high up in the Initiative soon, I’m going to be angry. And you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.

[He drums his fingers on the coffee table in front of him before leaning back against the couch. It’s easier to see what he’s wearing- jeans and a t-shirt -now that he’s sitting back. He’s obviously made himself home in his unit, and looks at ease.]

Now that that’s out of the way, I’ll introduce myself. Harvey Specter. Lawyer and Senior Partner at Pearson Hardman. [Of course he’s throwing out those titles.] I’m going to need help finding the best places in Exsilium. Anyone interested in a drink or grabbing a bite to eat?

Action UNIT 305;

[And if any roomies are around, Harvey is spread out on the couch in the living room, fiddling with his tablet. He’s mostly avoided everyone up till now, but he spends a good part of the day on the couch.]

I'm back.

[That was the coolest opening he could think of (or rather, the lamest of the coolest he decided on). It looks like the blue-suited lawyer is back to being a blue-beanied scruffy.]

That was a bit of an adventure wasn't it? I'm kind of embarrassed to remember it. How was it for anyone else?

Oh, and... [A pause. Then he clears his throat.] Aah, never mind. It really is a bad idea to let kids into something like this. But I guess Father's Day will be a little lonely from now on.

[to Maya, Mia, locked separately]
I think I owe you an explanation. Got some time for lunch?

[to Edgeworth, in the evening]
Do you have some time? I'll pay for tea, or coffee, or whatever you drink.

[ Someone is dressed in clothes that's obviously not his size. His shirt is obviously too big for him and hangs off the side of his shoulder. It's white, and a little dulled and thin from too many washings. The coat he's wearing over the shirt is, on the reverse, a little bit too small for him, the sleeves pulled up tight against his shoulders. The coat is absolutely, completely filthy. It's the kind of coat that you find on a chimney sweep, if chimney sweeps have money to buy coat.

Someone's either thieving from dumpsters or clotheslines or stealing them from beggars. What do you mean, you can buy clothes? Why would you do that when you have free stuff all over the place? Sure, he can pickpocket people, but the easiest targets are in the clinic and he feels bad about stealing from the people who healed him.

Look, just be happy he has a shirt on, okay? He spent like most of the last week half-naked. (He doesn't like charity. Stealing is better than charity, honestly. At least he knows where those things come from.)

The camera spent most of the time stuck onto his shirt before Sharpe tilts it up to his face. Look at his chin! Wait, no, he has it in his face. He stares a little belligerently at the camera for a long moment before he drags a (callused, not very clean hand) through his (sweaty, not very clean) hair. ]

I've got two questions. [ One finger. ] Who knows a man named 'Richard Sharpe'?

[ Two fingers. ]

D'ya think anyone can change their class? Move up the ranks, so ta speak. A rat becoming a gentleman. Summat of that sort.

[ This is important, okay? He knows about his future self (one gets very, very bored on a hospital bed, and he has this tablet thing in his hand), and future Richard Sharpe calls himself a Major. That's puzzling, that's what he is. He doesn't know how he even gets promoted in the first place to Ensign, much less a goddamned Major, commanding entire divisions and maybe even regiments. He's a streetborn rat joining the army to avoid two consecutive murder charges. What the hell? ]

[Jesse looks nervous. He keeps glancing off-screen, like he's looking for permission or approval from someone who's keeping an eye on him. It's the camera he addresses, though:]

H-Hey. So, um...

If you don't know who I am, you can ignore this whole thing, 'cause it ain't really relevant to you.

Ranka? Sorry I disappeared all of a sudden after Christmas. I hope you weren't worrying or anything. I dunno if... I mean, I probably won't be home for a while. So just... don't worry. About that.

Everybody else - I mean, like, anybody who knows me and could do me a favor, like... Could you come and talk to Mia Fey? 'cause I need - what's it? - character witnesses. Like, people who've known me for a while who would maybe...

[The next words are mumbled as he looks down at his hands:]

...come and testify at a trial.

That's all.


(( There's a plotting post if you want to know what this is all about. ))

voice;

Money in cards and saying me rifle’s been changed.

[ Except that’s not actually how he says it, it’s more like: munneh in cards and sayin’ me rifle’s been changed. Sheffield, Yorkshire haunts the streets of Exsilium now, thanks to one Richard Sharpe. ]

The only cards I know of are those given by weasely merchants looking ta fleece more money out of you. But you ain’t asking for money, are you? Yer asking me to fight with me blood and sweat, and you ain’t even decent enough to give me a half-ration of rum, or even a proper King’s shilling.

[ Thud. The sound of rifle on stone ground. There’s a soft shuffling sound and tapping of fingers on the screen of the tablet. The video switches on. ]

video;

Me name’s Richard Sharpe. [ Blond hair, green eyes, a scar on his upper left cheek. His lips are twisted into a scowl, and at the edge of the screen, you can see the edge of his Rifleman’s jacket. Have a picture.

If you met him during the masquerade, he's a lot cleaner now. Face-wise anyway. You can actually see what he looks like underneath the layers of dirt, and his hair isn't just a layer of dust anymore. ]

If yer name's Patrick Harper, I suggest you get yer arse over here before I shoot it off you.

Hello to our recent newcomers. Welcome to Exsilium.

Please do not panic, we just got the place looking decent again. There is nothing you can do to return home of your own abilities. This has been tested by many people over the space of ten months now. 

There is a guide to Exsilium put together by other transports. It can be found here.

If you are a healer, doctor, or medical professional of some other kind, there is an active clinic always looking for new recruits. They can be contacted here.

If you wish to consider joining the recently formed police force, they can be contacted at [ insert an address + ooc link ].

Should you simply wish to drink yourself into forgetting this has happened, I have attached a list of places alcohol can be found here. This method is highly endorsed.

Do enjoy your stay.

[ she figures she might as well put all her organization to temporary use. her personal annotated list of places you can drink or obtain alcohol is attached as a downloadable file. exsilium newbies' guide originally posted here. ]

[Nick is sitting at a table in his favorite bar, a glass of beer sitting on the table and a silver-plated lighter in his hand. He’s turning the lighter over and over, tapping it against the table occasionally.

His usual pissed-off look has been replaced with one that’s more somber.]

Y’know, I’ve never actually killed a person before. I’ve killed hundreds of zombies, and my dad took me hunting when I was younger – deer and elk, mostly. But I’ve never killed an actual person until that mission we went on.

It felt… different… than I thought it would.

[He taps a sealed package of cigarettes lying next to the beer.]

I gave up smoking about ten years ago… I’m starting to wonder why.

[The pissed-off look is back as he shakes his head irritably.]

Fuck this shit. We went back in time, right? By our standards, those fuckers had been dead for thousands of years. We were just… reenacting history. Nothing to feel guilty about.

[Terms like 'down time' and 'free time' were somewhat of a foreign concept to Samus up until only a few days ago. Between bombing and catacombing and Mongolian battling and Monster slaying, and then believing it some imperative duty to patrol around the Hold in-between those times like an armored guard dog set on (well justified) high alert, she's not given herself much of a moment to relax. Samus has, however, has made it a point to become in need of a good shower very acquainted with the tablet-formerly-netbook device, and especially appreciates the recent upgrade. Her technology is still far more advanced than the tiny little device, but it suits its purpose well enough.

Much the same, she's made it suit her purposes, if literally. The particularly astute will recognize this video feed is coming from the forearm of this person, fixed in place as if it's just another part of them.

"Person" is a generous term--what's being displayed could be more accurately described as a orange suit of armor from the torso up, heck, maybe even some kind of space robot with how distinctive it looks. (Though, there's also something very organic about the suit, like it were a second skin in some parts.) The voice is quite muffled under the helmet and opaque green visor--to the point of questionably androgyny.]

...

[It's a very talkative robot person. A damage report seems utterly moot.]

More Transports and more Exiles. It really is a testament to how miserable this place can be when the island population never seems to grow despite that. Some of the new arrivals seem... ill.

[Then again, if the last mission was any indication time can change anything, can't it...?]

I suppose an overdue introduction is in order. Here's my resume for what it's worth. Take it or leave it.

( [ UPLOADING ENCRYPTED DOCUMENT. . . ] )

[ACTION for el residentes of unit 406]
[KNOCK KNOCK. HONEY, I'M HOME. Actually Samus might have let herself in and out of here previously just to quickly use the shower, chances are when no one, or Maya was present so no time paradoxes happen and saying nothing more than 'hi' and 'bye' before leaving as quickly as she came.

But now, running ragged, Samus thinks she is ready to give this... roommate thing a real try. It couldn't be worse than the fiasco in Adam's place, or sleeping outside in the dirt another night, could it? Hopefully her roommates are ready to give the big armored person standing at the door a try too.]

[OPEN ACTION]
[When not needed Samus is an elusive creature, but the towering armored person can be found especially if your name is Mia patrolling around the Initiative Hold and in the city--there's still plenty for Samus to explore, being here only a little over a month now.]

All this shit is pretty above my pay grade, so it's not like I'm speaking from experience here or anything, but it seems like we got a crazy ass mix of folks around here.  I don't think I've ever seen so many aliens in m life and I come from a world where those guys are all over the freakin' place.

Though I gotta say, it's freakin' weird to be around a bunch of people who've never heard of Kryptonians before. [Just.  Throwing that word out there.  Vaguely hopeful.]

Anyway.  It's late, I'm bored.  We've got a shit load of aliens and sword and sorcery types up in here.  Tell me somethin' good about your world.  Or tell me something shitty, we can swap horror stories.

[It's late at night, which means it's time for punks in masks asking bullshit questions on the network to keep themselves from broody navel gazing.  Not sleeping is kind of a thing for him, but this not brutalizing strangers who really deserve it thing is kinda new and borderline unpleasant.  Feel free to spot a brightly colored spot skulking around rooftops.]

[The video feed is live, but the visibility is terrible. The tablet's owner sits in the near-dark, three stripes of red light where his face should be. Diego's spent much of his initial week in as much solitude as the circumstances allowed, an ear tuned to the chatter streaming over the network.

Best to test the temperature lest you burn your tongue on the first sip. That's what he always says.

But there's a matter that needs to be addressed, and urgently.

When he speaks, his voice is gruff, drawling:]

This world seems determined to serve up one cup of bitterness after another: monsters, mayhem, missions to the past.

[The red light flashes when it's briefly obscured by his knuckles and the handle of a mug as Diego puts it to his lips. The contents are choked down with a scowl that's barely readable in the low light. ]

I was happy to swallow every drop until I tasted this sewer water. They call it "coffee", I call it an abomination.

If there's a single tolerable bean in this city, I want it. Name your price.

Our labor has not entirely been for nothing, it would seem.

[Elissa's actually out in the city, sitting somewhere and watching a few of the new arrivals sort themselves out. It's safer to be using the audio function if only so that her displeasure is not so easily seen. She still has several misgivings over what they've done to the earth in order to arrive at this point.]

But any victory is not without its costs. I attempted to speak to a few of the shop owners to ask them about what had transpired before now and no one could answer me. In fact, they all start looking at me as though I had grown three heads and horns. They do not seem to remember the change in scenery or even the monsters. One woman told me I must have been on the bottle.

[Considering the last time she had appeared on the network, this garners a brief snort.]

I suppose I'm the only one that finds all of that troublesome. I don't think I'll ever understand these time changes. A shame, too, because it seems like a fairly interesting concept.

[Too bad it just seems too far-fetched for her.]

And this talk of parties reminded me that I - we, really - would be celebrating a holiday if we were home. [Though it's been a while since she's done any sort of gatherings or parties.] I suppose that's a shame too. But I'm not the first to miss an important holiday or occasion, now am I?

[And being away from home isn't going to stop her from doing something for Satinalia. It's just going to mean a little bit of creative thinking on her part to find gifts suitable enough with the coin she has.]