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[ it might take a while for this whole post to load on the bling comm, what with the awful reception going around, but it'll pop up eventually: ]

hey do you guys wanna hear the saddest story in the world? of course you do

so i was down here, you know, trapped and bored, and fucking around on my cell even though that's maybe not my best idea ever because there's sure as hell no solar recharge down here and what else am i gonna do for light, make a torch (hell no)
anyway point is i just noticed it's my fucking birthday today back home
so this is probably the shittiest birthday yet
i just wanted to make you guys all aware of how bad you should be feeling for me. as soon as i punch my way out of here i'll start accepting pity/condolence/regular birthday presents, so have them ready

grunehexe

[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.

Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.

Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.

You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.

Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]

- Are you recording that?

[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]

Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-

[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]

selfimage

[ the sound of the wind storm hollows dully against the cave walls. Loki's squidge, Bacon, can half be seen crawling in the confines of his tacky green jacket and over his knee from where he sits, sometimes ducking and squeaking when a particularly large gust hits. to keep it from screaming, Loki offers his fingers absently, which the little squidge pulls on with its pudgy arms before ducking low again. ]

Hello there, it seems like we'll be waiting this out for some time considering the weather-type circumstances. While we're all rotting away, etcetera etcetera, I thought we could amuse ourselves with a game. A little bit of team bonding funtimes, so to say. [ he twists a dark nailed hand in the air, gesturing. ]

Soo—oo ... it's called Two Truths and a Lie. How do you play? Glad you asked, it's simple! Give two true statements about yourself and add a lie to the mix, shake it up then toss it out there and see if your team members know you well enough to spot the lie.

Usually this is done with copious amounts of alcohol, but we're lacking at the moment. [ pause. ] But—ah—you could always enjoy the satisfaction of being right. It's not like we're doing much else.

NOTE | Feel free to threadjack if that's your thing!! :****

likemyfatherbeforeme

[Thanks to an upbringing on a planet that might have been a pretty hellish rock overall, but was still more advanced than many when it came to technology, Luke has no problem with the whole sending messages in video or holo form. The problem is all in the tone. Is he supposed to be Lieutenant Skywalker, hero of the Alliance? Just Luke Skywalker, farmboy? Both? Neither?]

Hello. This is Lieutenant Skywalker and I'm looking for suggestions on how to...

[Good start, professional, mature, sure of himself. Too bad its ruined a bit by the squidge suddenly careening into the picture. It's one of the flying ones and while it may not be able to fly particularly high yet that hasn't stopped it from attempting to break the current squidge airspeed record. Slamming into Luke's leg hasn't derailed it in the slightest. Instead it makes the most of the opportunity to begin climbing upwards, apparently intent on using Luke's shoulders or head as a launching pad.

Any attempt at professionalism is forgotten, as is the recording itself, as Luke focuses all of his attention on trying to convince the thing to stop. It's far from dignified; a lot of grabbing at and then losing hold of the wriggling squidge, a lot of half-joking, half-pleading statements, most along the lines of "C'mon now, buddy, do you really need to do that?" and "Don't you think that's a little too high?" and "I know you want to fly, but you're not going to get there by throwing yourself into space."

If Luke actually allowed himself time to think about it he might feel some sympathy for Uncle Owen and his constant struggle to keep his nephew's feet firmly on the ground.]

So the point is-- [The squidge is at least slightly more under control now, settled for the moment in Luke's arms, but still giving a halfhearted wiggle every now and then as if to prove that if it wanted to it could still be fighting the good fight for freedom and altitude. Luke looks a little out of breath.] Does anyone else out there with a flying one have any good tips on keeping them out of trouble?

nishishi

[The feed is going to start up easier than it did last time. Looks like someone's actually learning how to use his communicator--how about that.

Either way, the face that Luffy's making this time around is a little bit unreadable. A smile is on his face, but somehow, if you're someone used to the sort of expression this man usually makes--it's clear that there's something not quite right with it.

Even if the tone that lights up the speakers is a bright one.]

Everyone been having fun yet? It's been messy, right? I hope no-one got too hurt when it came to the big ugly swamp monster. [After all, he'd gotten quite beaten up by it. Look at the bandages and scrapes on his hands and face.]

Even if you did, there's lots'a people here to fix you up, Like Torao. But anyway.

Have any of you seen Ace? My brother. He's always flying ahead of me when we go on adventures together, and he did it again this time around. So I think he got lost.

I'm sure we'll find him when the mission's over, but you know!!
It's not fair, I wanted to be the one who got ahead this time.

[He's so steeped in denial, it might hurt to hear. Sorry.]

iomnic

[The video starts up, revealing ... a robot. He's floating, as well. Sure hope you all were okay with non-human things.]

Greetings.

[Said robot gives a small wave towards the feed, his voice sounding thoughtful, but slightly metallic and echoed. His expression also doesn't change either, and in fact, there's no movement at all on his face. Both a product of being a robot, one might realize. ]

My name is Zenyatta.

[And now, he reaches out to turn the communicator slightly, pointing it down just enough to show a squidge, curiously looking up. ]

And this is Aadarsh.

[Back to Zenyatta now;]

I have been informed by ALASTAIR that we will be working together to raise these small creatures. I look forward to meeting all of you in person, and hope that the path we share here will be one of peace.

stonebird

I have set myself to the task of keeping track of new arrivals. I do so not out of the goodness of my heart, but rather I wish to be alerted promptly should others from Westeros swell our numbers.

(Not everyone will go to the network immediately - some are too wary, too calculating - thus she needs help in her task.)

Should there be any mention of Westeros, Essos, Sothoryos or Ulthos, I would consider it the utmost kindness if you informed me. I wish to see my fellows in good stead, you see.

(She is not paranoid. Then again, even if she was, who could blame her? Alayne re-reads her words, considering how best to end her request.)

I thank you in advance and if you require payment for your generosity, we can establish such.

(Limitations will be set - as fitting a lady - should payment/repayment be required. She will not leave herself vulnerable for a slip of information regarding her home or those who share it.)

backthatup

This is odd. To say the least.

The intentions sound much like those of a group I have come to know and care for, but I cannot help but wonder if that is as far as it goes. They would never force anyone to partake in missions that they did not want to themselves. Regardless of the reasons. That is not their way. But I am being rude and speaking of what I am seeing first rather than through understanding. They do not sound like they are "bad people," and it is not as though I am not speaking to the choir, yes?

Still, I write these words down with the hope my feelings will change in time. I hope to look back at these words and find them to be false. That way if others come with these same feelings that I will have an answer for them that will speak to the doubt and uncertainty that I feel now and will most like be mirrored in them. I write, too, my name.

I am Genji. Pleasure to meet you.

whatshimadayou

Some observations I have made of the little ones:

- They will only bond to one person at a time, it seems. Supplementing a caretaker will only work so long. Once one of them bond, you must guide them.
- With that in mind, they seem to do better in groups. It might be suitable for them to socialize with each other more in order to grow as a community. I was able to cross the chasm when mine had the company of another.
- They learn quickly and will adapt your behaviors into their own, much like any infant.

I do not doubt that many of you have concluded much the same.
However, I intend to share what I have noticed for those who might not have drawn the same conclusions.

I would like to hear what you have observed as well.

If you require assistance, inform me.

boneafide

Hello, friends! Or, if we are not already friends, we will be, soon!!

[To those who know him, this is Papyrus. To those who don't… this is Papyrus. He's a walking, talking, magic skeleton.]

I have a request! Since we are on the topic of small things that emit slime…

...Has anyone seen my brother, Sans?

[He pauses, his positive attitude sobering if only for a split second, before it returns in full force.]

I am sure he's just sleeping somewhere! Maybe in a pile of snow, and then is covered over by a new layer- that's happened before. Or… maybe he's still in Oska! I haven't seen him since the mission started, so perhaps we have just left him behind! Of course, he would be so lazy to just forget to attend the missions!!

[Papyrus goes quiet again, looking off-screen at his squidge.]

…I could really use some advice on how to take care of someone younger than me.

strictdiscipline

[Instead of any person, the scene presently on the screen is of a backpack lying in the snow, overflowing with child leashes in a variety of different colors and patterns. The voice that pipes up has about as much warmth as the chill tundra wind and is just loud enough to cut through the continued wailing of infant squidges nearby.]

It appears that some of our superiors question our ability to properly watch over these small creatures.

[Though if the delivery was sent in earnest rather than as a practical joke, she can't say she disagrees with the assessment, at least not with regards to a certain subsection of Team Audentes. (Fortune might favor the bold, but it certainly won't favor anyone lacking basic common sense as far as she's concerned.)

Regardless, she presses on.]

While I should hope that none of you will need one at the moment [judging u if you put a leash on ur infant squidge tbh] some of you may find them necessary at a later point in this mission. There seem to be enough for each recruit to have one.

[Unfortunately.

A brief pause follows, enough time for a resigned sigh.]

With that said, if you are concerned about caring for a living being, I'm sure there are several of us willing to provide advice.

(ooc: i bought a bunch of child leashes as an ac reward as i was completely out of ideas, feel free to handwave your character grabbed one.)

babbylon

Hi, everybody!

[A bright and jubilant face awaits you all on the network today. While some features of it may yet prove familiar—that golden hair, those red eyes, snowy white skin—others may not, such as that radiant smile. This is indeed Gilgamesh, looking about 5,000 years younger, and he's very happy to see you! He appears to be sitting on a mountain of Stuff in his room, that stuff being various things he's yanked out of the Gate. Looks like someone's attempted to do some spring cleaning.

Judging from the mess he's made, though, the degree of success he's had may be slightly questionable.]

It sure is exciting around here, huh? We're going to a new planet really soon, and I don't know about you, but I haven't visited too many of those. Guess that makes us real explorers now! Pioneers, even, like in the movies! I always wanted to visit space, see the stars, meet a few aliens...

[Gil dangles his little legs over the side of his bed, humming cheerily.]

What kind of planets have you been to? I mean, if you've been to any. Even talking about your home world would be fine! Me, I'm from Earth.

[Which wasn't too exciting, in his view, and by his guess most everyone was familiar with it already. Anyway, he should probably wrap this up, so—]

I'm looking forward to working with everyone for our super secret mission! Let's have fun and try really hard, okay?~♪ Bye-bye!

[A spirited wave, and... oh! He even blew a kiss. How cute.]

meramera

( what up, futuro. the message comes in the form of video transmission without preamble or introduction, but he doesn't really need that, anyway. )

Looks like ALASTAIR's assembled a whole collection of characters from across the universes, huh? Pardon my asking, but what're your homelands like? Figure if I'm not gonna go elsewhere anytime soon, it'd be interesting to hear about yours. Since, you know - we've got a bit of downtime.

sereneflame

[Serene has never tried making these posts before and thus she's as formal as if she's making a speech, keeping her voice well-modulated and calm. She's matter of fact, unembarrassed by the subject she's raising]

Good afternoon. I hope that someone can help me in an urgent matter, but I fear this is a long shot.

I am looking for the wombsbane herb and I was wondering: are any of you cultivating a patch in private? Back home it grows as free as a weed but I have trekked through the gardens and forest here and have not seen as much as a seedling.

If not, are there any herbs from other worlds here that will lighten my menstruation and will render my womb barren? Womanhood is a burden I like to minimise as much as possible.

I thank you in advance for your time.

OOC: replies will come tomorrow!

heavyhitter

So we got a buncha old fashioned guys who are used to swinging around swords all the time and stuff, right? It seems like it, I can't go 20 feet without tripping over someone that's never seen a minipad before. God, would it kill that rift stuff to start taking more people from the modern era?

Anyway, point is I need one of you guys — or, hell, a buncha you guys — to start teaching. I've got some students in mind, foremost being me, because the training room here doesn't cut it if you've never even seen a fucking sword before. And if anyone else sucks at medieval stuff too lemme know, we'll make it a whole party.

Achilles and Koltira, you guys are my top medieval guys that know what you're doing, don't you fucking ignore this.

[ a beat ]

Also, I've got this little super strength issue where I might break any weapons I try and use, so... there's that, too. Still working on that obstacle. Any ideas, lemme know.

[ ooc: here's a planning post for teaching stuff!! ]

kikoku

[The feed shows Law leaning on a table, in a much better mood than he was in his last address to the network. If you pay attention, you might notice Olivia puttering around in the background amidst an assortment of boxes.]

Now that we're all back in Oska with our powers restored, I'd like to formally offer my services as a doctor and surgeon to the team. Especially those of you with what you think are incurable diseases.
[A pause as he turns his head to answer a question from Olivia, inaudible from this far away.]
Just sort them by expiration date, if it's past the date then throw it out.

More importantly... [Law rests his chin on his hand as he turns back to the feed, inadvertently showing off his fingers tattooed with the letters "DEAT".... Given his username you can guess what letter is on the thumb. It's all the more sinister with that lazy smirk on his face. Literally nothing about him says "legitimate doctor."] For all you heroic and daring types out there, be a little more reckless, won't you? We've got to give Olivia-ya here some hands on practice.

[ This time you can hear Olivia yelp "Mr. Law!" In the background, but before she can protest further, he ends the feed.]

keystaff

[Well, while some may have seen her more recently to figure Sakura went home for a while, and she doesn't thiiiink it was too long that she would have been missed, in the timing of things being so different here, she still wants to try reassure everyone. So when she turns on the jewelry to talk to everyone, while there's still that same shorter light brown hair and wide green eyes, the face that greets everyone is more matured, less rounded as age refines her features more. A year or two in someone older might not change their appearance so drastically, but for her, given she had barely been twelve prior in her time with ALASTAIR, it is quite a difference.]

H-hello everyone!

I just wanted to say that -- that I'm back! Though I'm not sure I was exactly 'gone' back home for long with the timing here..... I think it was maybe a year and a half? For me. Or maybe a little longer. A lot happened, back home, since I think I last recall when I was here before. I guess I can talk about it a bit if anyone did have questions. The main thing really is that I'm going to need more clothes. I think some of the bigger things I had before might still fit, but....I'm sure this is something I can figure out easily enough.

[But honestly that is hardly the most important thing here with. Everything else that has been going on. Even if she did initially arrive here again in her pajamas.]

Ah, also -- if anyone was hurt in the battle and all - please come see me and Sieglinde-chan! We're able to try help heal anyone that needs it, but we can't know unless you come to us for help. Or find someone else, if you prefer. I'm sure we aren't the only ones capable of healing. Just please take care of yourselves, okay?

asscan

[The stars are out and the moon is bright overhead. Laedo's bulk is mostly hidden from view in this video broadcast, just an inhuman face with long ears, a spray of arcing horns rolling down his spine, and a countenance like a big, sullen cat. Good luck getting rest, if you've finally managed to get to sleep. His voice doesn't rumble with the same resonance as it would have in person, but it's bigger than a human's, and deeper. There's a bit of an abrasive guttural rumble like a motorcycle in idle behind the sharper of his words.]

Who among you have spoken to the goddesses in question to be put on the gallows?

[Evan, if he winds up getting flayed for outing himself here, he's taking you with him.]

figureitout

[ Good day, recruits! Today, the network graces you with the image of a teenager, sitting in front of... a wide array of weird things. There's a pile of coconuts, some broken tree branches and some obsidian scattered around him. Stiles' expression can be best described as a determined grimace, and the brief wave he gives before starting to talk is haphazard at best. ]

Okay, so-- I don't know about you guys, but I'm definitely not going to wait around for the goddesses to get wind of what the Timeline told us to do, so I thought I'd, uh, start a self-defense... thing. In case Ryba decides she'd rather get rid of all of us before we even start thinking about getting rid of her.

[ Not that he is all that opposed to killing both Ryba and Nalanni, really; if the goddesses are gone, the world survives. If they live, the world dies. If they're sent somewhere else, who knows if the same thing happens there, too, and they just inflict this same situation on some unsuspecting planet. He has no trouble picking out the lesser evil here. ]

I wasn't around when people were building the bomb, but I heard the bomb itself was fine, even if the result wasn't. I still need some more stuff [ he gestures at the pile of things in front of him, a pile decidedly lacking some necessary ingredients ] and no clue how to get them so... I guess my point here is, those who were involved in building the bomb? Some help would be helpful.

[ It seems like that's going to be it, but then the video swims back into focus, almost like another thought has occurred to him. ] Also, before anyone gets on my case about "how can you do that we can't kill anyone", please notice how I said self-defense. That means exactly what it sounds like, I'm building these to make sure no one kills me. Or, uh, anyone else out of the recruits, actually. I mean, have you seen me? I'm not exactly goes-out-to-kill-people material. [ As in, he has literally zero knowledge in martial arts or shooting a gun or any powers whatsoever. (Nogitsune notwithstanding, he's trying very hard not to think of that.) Sarcasm is his only defense... outside of the bombs, thankyouverymuch. ]

Oh, and if anyone has a clue if these even work against divine beings, now'd be a good time to tell me. [ Loki, he's looking at you. You and everyone else god-material around here. ]

( ooc: stiles doesn't know it, but the bombs do work! and if anyone would like the threads to go from video to action and help building the bombs, that is a-okay with me! for anything else regarding the use of these particular bombs, hit me up over on plurk @

celen c: )

stonebird

(To say she is shaken is putting it mildly - and kindly. Alayne isn't sure she can stand on her own two feet when she lands - yes lands. It seems falling through the rift originally is not the only fright she will be receiving from this...adventure.

She is sick to death of adventures - or, no, perhaps Alayne isn't. She did visit the East and she chose to travel across the sea to see her father.

But this is...not the same. A sea doesn't have any magical or mystical properties. A sea cannot, in the blink of an eye, carry you from one place to another.

Though she is shaking in fear, she decides to reach out for answers - for hope - for guidance. She must be strong.)

My name is Alayne Stone. I am the daughter of Petyr Baelish and I hail from the Eyrie.

(There, beginnings are proper. She cannot be too panicked to forget her courtesies!)

What am I to do...? I thought it was strange to be hired for such a mission, but it has only gotten stranger. I feel I am dreaming.

(She must have hit her head. Yes, that is a comforting theory, however her dreams have never been so...surreal.)

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