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If you knew her, Gwen is gone. Transferred.

( that seems to be pretty much all he has to say on the matter, but what he isn't saying is clearly obvious on his face. he's upset, eyes red and a little dark, like maybe he hasn't been sleeping well. he hasn't been.

he knows she's not dead, and yet, considering that he might never see her again, it sort of feels like it. how long will he spend mourning Gwen Stacy? forever, probably.

he wishes he could point out Spider-Woman is gone, too. she'd made connections as both. but he can't — those who miss the masked version will have to figure out she's gone on their own. )

If there's anybody that cares, I could use some help with our little dudes. They're close to hatching, I think. It's better if someone is there to meet them when they do. ( he's talking about the squidges, and the observant will notice that's where he is — hanging out near the squidge park. he's been here a lot lately if one can find him at all. if you can't, well, he's probably somewhere on top of the castle where you're not likely to get to him. )

respired

[ Koltira's coming to you live from the latest addition to Oska: a blacksmith's forge, newly constructed on the castle grounds. He's standing over the anvil, hammer in hand, his implacable expression as unreadable as ever. His saronite breastplate is on the anvil, repaired back to its dark and ominously gleaming glory. The hearth behind him blazes with hungry fire, and the stone walls--already black with soot--are hung with various tools for cutting, shaping, and otherwise manipulating metal.

He lifts the hammer--a tremendous, black thing that looks like it could easily smash someone's head in--such that its oak handle rests against his bare shoulder. He's wearing only a pair of rough black trousers, slung loose on his hips; his pale hair is tied back into a ponytail. The glowing blue tattoos across his chest and forearms cast shadows in the dim forge light, evoking the silhouettes of blades over the cream-colored bricks.

Friendly and innocuous, as usual. ]

I asked Lloyd for a forge, and my petition was granted.

[ He taps the breastplate with his free hand. ]

I needed to repair my armor after answering Achilles's challenge.

[ Koltira speaks tonelessly, as though referring to ancient history, though the fight weighs on him still. He pauses for just a second, his long ears twitching, and then he moves on. ]

I have materials enough for other repairs, should you require them. If you'd like a weapon crafted, I can accommodate a few requests on that score as well.

[ He bows his head slightly. ]

You need only ask.

daimeinashi

i have some information, directly from a taraxa:

- it confirmed the existence of zymandis; it is indeed an organization that seeks the destruction of the timeline

- zymandis employed the taraxa as infiltration agents for the express purpose of destroying this sector

- the deemers never actually existed; it was merely a ploy by the taraxa in order to operate here on q65 without suspicion

- infestation took place at the saloon, beginning with the brothel visitors

- the mother would seem to have some manner of kill switch; initially the taraxa would fall suddenly silent mid-sentence, as if forcibly silenced, then eventually it screamed and fell over dead of its own accord

paintjobs

A quick question — does anyone among us have any background in synthesizing? I know the finer points of the science are probably a little beyond your evolutionary pay grade, and I’d usually know better than to run this by a bunch of humans and humans lookalikes, but, well… desperate times, as they say.

I’ve heard from the Qorral Mayor that their species hasn’t had much success with synthesizing argecite, but synthetic materials just so happens to be one of my specialties.

[ And sure, he’s had disastrous results before, but they were still results! He probably won’t accidentally make any vampire zombies here, it’s fine. ]

If any of you think you’d be of any use to efforts to engineer an artificial compound to replace argecite — synth-ar, you could say — feel free to speak up. The only hitch being that this backwater planet doesn’t have much in the way of laboratory equipment. The local blacksmith has been told to expect us stopping by with equipment requests, but I have to wonder if even that is enough. This is a ground-up operation if I’ve ever seen one.

dbag

Hi, guys! Okay, so, I got a present the other day, and it gave me an idea — a really good one, if I do say so myself — and I think— okay, I need to sort of introduce you to it a little bit first, just hang tight. How many of you have heard ooof... tabletop?

[ He holds up a big rule book; STRAP IN, FOLKS, IT'S ABOUT TO GET CRUNK IN HERE. ]

It's called 'Bunkers and Badasses' and it's a cool game for cool people, don't let anybody tell you otherwise. You pick the class you want to play in the party and their ability scores, and you go on an adventure and fight monsters and roll dice to see how successful you are! And, you know, I was thinking, it's not like there's a lot of fun stuff to do around here, and we're probably going to be here a while, sooo... anyone up for an exciting game of B&B? It has to be a small group so not everyone can play, but maybe if it goes well we can do it again sometime?

So, uh, let me know if you're interested, and. I... really hope someone is interested.

hyperverbose

[ enjoying your vacation yet, audentes?

it's shortly after they spend a day warming up and 'hatching' the squidges, but before they've embarked on their journey across the frozen tundra that they receive the following video transmission. despite his frequent bitching about it to everyone who would listen already, tony's wearing the ALASTAIR uniform for warmth - but they would get a view of his back as he turns away, where he's stitched IRON MAN across the back like it's a sports jersey. he's tinkering with... something that's set up on a nearby rock, but his body blocks it entirely from view ]

I haven't met all of you yet, which is a real shame for you, because you're gonna wish you'd had someone to steal this idea from earlier.

Tony Stark, Earth's Avengers, saved the world a few times, might have heard of us. [ the cavalier delivery manages to mask pretty well any of his current reservations about the word 'hero', or about the Avengers in general, or about being good for his planet and not a potential menace to it, but those who know him are probably aware that it's the usual tony facade kicking into gear ] Anyway, there's someone else I want you to meet.

C'mon, don't be shy. The camera's your friend. Know it, love it. [ he's coaxing the thing on the rock, and as he steps closer to the camera, where he shifts the bracelet he's set there a hair to the left and steps aside.

this gives them a perfect view of a miniature suit of armor that is currently wobbing on top of the rock. it's red and gold, and since the head is so large it probably looks a lot like this stuffed toy. it is perfectly squidge-sized, but the little guy is obviously baffled by this development and trying to shake out of the thing to zero avail ]

Amazing what you can requisition if you ask nicely. I'll have to take ol' Lloyd for a space brew some day. Hear that, Lloyd? You and me.

This is Sparky, by the way. He's still getting used to the -- [ he gestures at himself as if to indicate the armor, as the squidge rolls over onto its side ] Totally safe from the elements in there. Keeps him toasty, monitors vitals, I'm even working on a food dispensing unit... And the material? Titanium alloy, great for-- [ with a loud squeak, sparky tries valiantly to get up and winds up falling straight backwards off the rock with a resounding clang, causing tony's head to swing that way. ] -- falls.

Uh, one sec.

[ he holds up a finger and steps away from the bracelet, accidentally shoving it slightly askew so that they can't see anymore as he does so ]

evantuality

Hey, uh...

[Just Evan's voice comes through the network, and quietly at that. It's some terrible wee hour of the morning, that liminal time when no one should really be awake. The moon has set, not that Evan has his curtains open to let the stars interrupt his small bubble of quiet.

At home he'd pop on a tablet, see if any of his friends from other timezones were online, shoot the shit before sleep took him again. Here, there's no such such luck for an easy distraction, but perhaps the ALASTAIR recruits can make use of the same principles.]

Anyone else awake?

[Insomniacs unite: surely there's got to be one or two other night-birds out there.]

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.]

naturallywavy

_{[ God, he cannot even remember the last time he addressed the network as a whole, but here is a video of one wavy haired samurai— eyes half opened as he stares into the camera. He seems to be sitting under a tree, and lifts a hand as a greeting. ]}

Yo.
I’m sure all of you have taken a look at what we’re in for next. I know it’s annoying, but crap like this happens sometimes, and it can’t be helped. You think to escape another season and get off scot-free, then something like this… it happens..

_{[ A dramatic pause. ]}
A baby arc.

Look, the best thing to do is just stay calm when this happens. If you get too nervous, you’ll just be throwing up. And we don’t need that— there’s gonna be plenty of baby puke as it is.
I know some of you are gonna mess this up because it’s nothing you’ve ever gone through before. Some of you aren’t fit to be parents and some of you should probably never procreate anyway. Like you’re the leftover putty that God didn’t know what to really do with and there shouldn’t be miniatures of you existing after your death. That’s okay. _{[ he just insulted a bunch of unnamed people casually, brushing it off with a “that’s okay.” ]}

It’s important that we do this mission right. For those people that are stupid when it comes to care—taking, we will be offering our advice and counsel.

_{[ We? Who is the we he is talking about? Out of nowhere, he pulls this thing into the shot. Yeah, the purple haired blow up doll, which was a gift he received from ALASTAIR some months ago. His voice sounds calm and very polite suddenly: ]}

We’ve been happily taking care of children for years if you need help before the mission starts. Thank you, thank you.

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