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[The recent change of scenery, from the dry stone of the labyrinth's walls, decorated only occasionally with vines, to a much more vibrant sort of setting full of plants and water. It certainly seems more peaceful, even if it isn't. Zenyatta seems to have taken to it well enough, with his prison jumpsuit still on, although the top half of is just wrapped around his waist. Yeah, he just wears whatever he's put in, although it already has a few holes in it.

He's not bothered by the slight drizzle of rainfall currently happening, either. But can you really tell, with an unmoving faceplate like his?]

Greetings, everyone. I apologize if I have been ... standoffish, recently. Sometimes I forget how quickly time passes, especially so when I am meditating.

It has come to my attention lately that I am not the only one who could benefit from from the act of meditation.

[You people know who you are.]

I know that the situation we find ourselves in right now is not the easiest, and it has not been easy in some time. But it is exactly because of this, that we must be resolute in our tranquility. Guard well your thoughts, and the rest will follow.

Please seek me out, should you need help in finding your tranquility, or even if you simply would like someone to talk to. Also, if you require healing. Now that I have found these again-

[His orbs, finally back around his neck and floating.]

I will be able to help restore others physically as well. Be careful, my friends.

paintjobs

[It's a nice hello from your local, not-Zymandis robots! You know, the ones on your side that you shouldn't be slaughtering! Luckily, they look a lot different, right?

Anyway, it's Knock Out and Zenyatta together in a room that looks like it's near the library, and upon the table behind them is one of the Shielders, as well as a T15. Both appear rather... dissected, at this point. Zenyatta addresses the network, while Knock Out, still picking over the insides of the Shielder, ignores it.]

Greetings.

Although I know this may not have been a popular topic... I had been interested in the level of consciousness of our enemies. Thank you, Keith, for assisting in not harming these units fatally. With help from Knock Out, I was able to see if the Zymandis robots were capable of any thoughts of their own, or had any direction besides their orders. They did not. Perhaps that is for the best.

[There’s movement from behind as Knock Out finally gives up on his patient (“patient”) and leans in to loom over Zenyatta and share the feed. He looks pretty pleased with himself as he speaks.]

They did bring us a little gift, though. Both of these machines have connectivity ports in them — don’t worry, I’ve disabled the transmitter, they’re only receiving data at the moment. And it looks like they’re receiving straight from Zymandis… assuming Zymandis is a moving point. A warship, maybe. They’re all the rage for destructive organizations. [He pauses to quirk a brow.] So, if nothing else, we know where not to go galavanting off to.

heroforhobby

Quick!!

There's only a day and a half left!

how have you been getting cats to let you pet them???

[Morality discussions? People worried about going into yet another fight? Not as important as Saitama's goal to pet at least one cat, like, c'mon. Please advise ~~or troll~~!]

iomnic

[The video feed starts up with a shot of metal hands as Zenyatta adjusts the communicator, and then eventually has it settle on a shot of him. He's his omnic self once again, and underneath a large tree in Terra Felis, the shade it casts is nice and peaceful. With a sigh, he begins.]

I apologize to those I had caused to worry, or reacted poorly to, during our last mission. I had acted very selfishly, and because of it, others felt the consequences.

[Well. He doesn't want to make this more of a pity party than it already sounds, so he tries to move on, with a slow shake of his head.]

...I hope that our friends in Oska are well, and we are here simply by a slight error. But while we are here, please let me know if there is anything I can assist anyone with, even if it is just talking, I would be happy to help.

cachemoney

[Fiona is a little out of breath, like she just hustled very quickly away from somewhere. Which she did, but that's neither here nor there. The background behind her is some innocuous wood panelling; she's in a house.]

Okay. So. Crunch time. Things are getting nuts out there, if you didn't notice. We are gonna wind up super screwed if we don't hop to figuring out what the hell to do.

[She holds up a vial. It has some alien writing on it, as well as a familiar symbol on the label.]

We found this inside the hospital. A shit-ton of them, actually. So who wants to find out what Zymandis asshole is responsible for this mess and beat an antidote out of them?

[ ooc. PS, maya, hanzo, and mccree might show up in your threads. feel free to threadjack as well! ]

iomnic

Hello, world!

[Oh, who's this guy?? Surely not someone any of you have met before!! JK, there's his username, slapped on the post like it always is. But this guy's a human!! Surely there's an explanation for this!!]

This is Zenyatta. If we have met before, then you might notice I am looking very different! If we have not, I do not typically look like this. I am typically an omnic- or as you might better know, a robot.

For the most recent mission, we have the assignment of "blending in" with the population. I thought this could be an opportunity for me to learn what it would be like to live as a human.

That is also where I could use some assistance. I am still becoming accustomed to human lifestyle, but there are many things that are new to me. For example, I have noticed there are certain rules about clothing most humans follow, but it was not exactly something I thought too much about as an omnic. I typically did not wear shirts, but it seems that this might be more of a necessity, as a human?

[As are socks. Shoes. Underwear.]

Another question I have- how do humans know when they are allergic to things? How do I run some sort of diagnosis to ascertain what I should avoid?

I am sure there are much more I have yet to discover, but some guidance would be appreciated.

moneyballer

[Asher is decked out in the gaudiest holiday apparel you may ever see, addressing the network after months of ~~terrible~~ seemingly good behavior.]

Happy birthday to the original g-

[He raises a glass full of something suspicious in color, as if to make a toast.]

Je-

[The law student then proceeds to down all of the liquid at frighteningly quick pace before continuing.]

Sus Christ. Hundreds of years later and he’s still got bitches out the wazoo, stringin’ up lights on trees, prayin’ 2 his likeness, ‘n shit. I-D-K how I feel about the actual religion, but if ladies still want your dick after you’ve been dead for friggin’ ever you gotta be doing something right, right?

Anyways, I ain’t about to go to this holiday shindig sober, if y’know what I mean.

[And if you don’t, he’s about to explain it to you.]

I’m all for gettin’ slizzered in this blizzard, gettin’ some ice all up in my grill, and maybe if I’m lucky somebody’s balls’ll be getting jingled TONIGHT, y’all.

If you’re over 18 and are more keen on bein’ naughty than nice, come find me and we’ll pregame the party.

[As if this little broadcast wasn't unnecessary enough, Asher feels the need to get far too close to the camera and exclaim:]

Merry Christmas, bitcheeeeeeeez.

[*Please note that this post represents the feelings of a fictitious character about a somewhat religious holiday, and in no way is a reflection of the actual author's perspective, thank you.]

fateality

[Despite what the username displays, the video very clearly seems to show Jin with his hair down. Who is grinning, as if smug.]

Good news, everyone. No one needs to worry about the hair tie problem anymore.

[He holds up a pair of scissors.]

I was thinking I could lighten the load anyway.

[After grabbing a handful of hair on the right side, he cuts off a giant chunk in one dramatic snip.]

iomnic

It has become increasingly obvious to me that many of our teammates are sustaining serious wounds so far on our mission.

[And as a support character, he's already internally shaking his head at this.]

I am able to heal you, if you have any injuries you need assistance with, let me know. Or, if there are others capable of healing here, seek them out as well, if you are unable to find me at the time.

...Or, if you are uncomfortable with me.

[Hanzo.]

There is no shame in asking for help. Please do not try to "walk it off."

[The difference between him, and Ana.]

On another note, I am always offering shared meditation sessions, should anyone be interested in joining me. It is good to be physically well, but it is important to also take care of your mind. There is no time better to collect your thoughts than when the world seeks to shake them from you.

Peace be upon you all.

ex_adept136

It's occurred to me that since our membership shifts and our backgrounds vary so much, it might be good to compare what we're capable of. More to the point, I was thinking we might be able to help each other pick up relevant skills, if not hone the ones we already have.

If people are looking to train or think they could help others, why don't we discuss that here? I know at least a few of us don't have backgrounds in combat, for example. On our first day here I met someone who wasn't familiar with firearms but might get good use out of the skill, for another.

In my case, I have experience training others and can help with hand-to-hand combat. I can work with people ranging from average human strength to well above it. I've got some skill with swords and knives, but I wouldn't compare that to someone who specializes in them, and that's something I'd like to work on. In terms of non-combative skills, if someone wants to work on something like cooking, I'm reasonably helpful there.

Let's see how we can help each other improve.

[ooc: Please feel free to thread-hop/jack here, that's what this is for!]

pummelling

[With only vague recollections of his child self and even vaguer ones of his teenage self leftover from that last unfortunate week, Kung Jin's stopped being so concerned about what might've happened then. He can't control it, after all, and what (unsalvageable) damage could he have even done to anybody as a teen punk? It's fine. It's totally fine. Yup.

Onto now. He's trained alone as much as he can stand, nearly as much as he'd done during those years at the Wu Shi Academy, even; hung around the library longer than he could stand, and without falling off any bookshelves this time, too; loitered his way across as much of the castle and grounds that he could get to and then some. With all of that done, then, Jin has settled into something much more dangerous: boredom.

He talks a lot, when he's bored. For an opinionated jerk with a tendency to run his mouth, this is never a good sign.]

Let me get this straight.

[The magitek's feed'll treat viewers to the sight of a dark-haired young man seated on the foot of the bed in his quarters, clad in ALASTAIR's uniform and idly polishing an ornate staff with a cloth as he ~~complains~~ speaks.]

ALASTAIR picks up a whole crop of new recruits. Out of the multiverse, as you do. They're supposed to give us the rundown on this timeline stabilizing thing, except their translators are busted-- so they make their old recruits run the welcome wagon. Then we get a big ol' bug infestation, and, what d'you know! All of us recruits are the ones playing exterminator, while some of us are reliving the total joys of puberty for days at a time. And we still haven't seen anywhere else except this castle.

Anybody else beginning to see a pattern here? [He tosses the dropcloth aside so he can focus on rolling his eyes for the camera.] Yeah. Some saving worlds we're handling: all we're doing for them is the chores they're too lazy to do themselves. How much you bet all our rocket ships break down when we're about to fly off to that Q-65 dustball? And that we have to wash and wax all their hulls, too? I swear, I'm gonna quit.

[you cant tho jin... but okay.]

I mean, I've had a lot of bad gigs in my life, but... yikes. This is just embarrassing.

backthatup

I cannot-- [ Let's start again. ]

For those who do not know... I am Genji.

There is rarely a time that I feel I should apologize for my entire existence, but the amount of embarrassment that I feel upon having to relive the memories of my younger... more impertinent self... calls for it.

flashbanging

[ Having seen off his squidge into the wild blue yonder of this planet, Jesse reckons it's at last time for him to truly enjoy a guilt-free smoke. He's sitting by a clear, bubbling stream, legs stretched out, bionic hand draped over one knee. He's got a fresh cigarillo--one of his last--in his good hand, and he's grinning like the cat who ate the canary. ]

Hey, y'all. Them ALASTAIR folks made me magic.

[ He obviously thinks this is one of the greatest things that's ever happened to him. He pulls off his glove--there's a flash of a tattoo on his inner wrist, something vaguely skull-shaped--and he pops the cigarillo into his mouth. He arches both eyebrows in a 'Check this out' kind of way as he touches his index finger to the tip of the cigarillo, which ignites shortly thereafter. Jesse puffs, exhaling a cloud of rich, hazy smoke. ]

Fine as frog hair split three ways.

[ Puff. ]

'Course, I know it ain't nothin' compared to a lot of you, but I don't got much personal experience with makin' things happen just by thinking on em real hard. And speaking of ...

[ He flexes his good arm, wincing slightly. He drawls, his warm tones turned sheepish. ]

Turns out, wrestlin' with bonafide Greek god-damn legends wasn't the greatest idea I ever had. My muscles are still screaming something awful. I'd be much obliged if one of you would take a look. Especially if you got those healing hands.

[ He settles back on the grass, smoking the cigarillo, and reaches to adjust his serape--but his fingers glow magma red. A second later, the serape starts to hiss and burn. ]

Ah--damn it--not again--

[ As the image cuts, he's diving for that stream. ]

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?

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.

FUTUROLOGY NETWORK.

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