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[ This video comes whenever is timeline-convenient for Shinn to have regained consciousness. In the video, Shinn is in a large, empty cave chamber that some may recognize as part of the Dai’a Svar tunnel complex. He looks dusty and disoriented -- like he’s spent a chunk of time passed out on a cave floor and just woke up, which he has. His voice is slow and leaden and hurt; if anyone is really zooming in, his lashes are damp and clumpy from being on the verge of crying. ]

The Dai’a Svar are working with an orb. They already knew about Hahn's deal and the spark draining the planet and they don’t care. They’re gonna drain this world and move onto another one for fresh energy.

[ As he speaks, he’s quickly but woodenly arranging desert survival gear and weapons into a backpack, getting ready to track the people he’s lived with for the last few weeks and for a fight at the end of the trip. ]

I don’t know where they are right now, but --

[ He pauses for a moment, then slaps his cheeks and shakes his head, shaking off the woodenness. When he picks up again, his voice has more conviction and energy. ]

-- but stop them! Stop Garam!

mienai

[The most unfortunate thing happens, the day the powers start fluctuating:

Two network entries are clumsily posted at the same time, despite the two subjects involved being apart.

And with the very same energy.

In fact, the only sound you can hear in your head is:

ALONG, HORRIFIED SHRIEKS, ECHOING ONE ANOTHER IN PANIC.

In one network video, A floating set of (nice) clothes gesture frantically at herself, and it's quickly clear by the voice that it is none other than Rita Farr. Invisible! Unseen! But still (tragically) just as loud as ever.

And in the other video? Hagakure's high-pitched yell leads to the sight of... a skin-colored puddle on the floor, with a teenaged girl's clothes sitting on top of it. Yes, that blobby, tiny pond is actually the girl you usually can't see. Not that... you can really tell what she looks like right now. There's a mouth yelling in there somewhere? And an ear...? Floating on the surface...?

Ah, yes.

The invisible girl and the elastic girl have switched powers.

...and the results thus far are deafening for anyone else on the network.]

singlelogbridge

I’ve learned crucial information about the history of the world and where the original orb that came to this world might be. Please everyone listen carefully.

I met a woman named Jaima Bryn who was the first chief of the Vo'a Mahdin.

Chief Bryn was part of a team of researchers who studied the spark a long time ago. It wasn’t forbidden then and those who were proficient in its use could extend their lives by at least several centuries.

The research team was led by a man named Rehil Hahn, the Hahn of Hahn’s choice.

Their research team discovered that the spark wasn’t innate to anyone, but was drawing on the world’s life force itself and destroying the world in the process. That’s why things suddenly wither and die or decay over night. Anyone using the spark in secret is still draining the planet of life.

The team tried to warn the world about what they’d learned but people wouldn’t listen. They’d come to rely on the spark too heavily. They weren't willing to give it up.

Rehil Hahn took matters into his own hands. He made a deal with the orb. According to Chief Bryn, "he said that because all refused to listen, he would take matters into his own hands." His orb deal decimated the population, murdering more than half of the world’s people in the blink of an eye. It’s what created the plains. Not just people, but entire cities crumbled to dust.

Chief Bryn and two of the researchers who remained became the chiefs of the three clans that exist today.

A fourth woman named Kal Chomai became the guardian of the orb. They built her a tower without any way in and she remains inside to this day keeping guard over the orb.

The only way to enter the tower is to speak the names of those four researchers: Jaima Bryn, Gawen Klass, Havila Maas, Kal Chomai. The orb should still be inside.

[ooc: please threadhop as desired!]

greenpower

Okay, someone has to say it. What the actual fresh Frank Herbert hell is going on?

[Ivy's taken the time to go undercover-ish, insofar as she's found some of the local clothes and she's not running amok or anything. Not that running amok is her normal MO, but she's pissed off enough that she would be lying if she said the idea weren't tempting.]

So is everyone else not where they're supposed to be? Because I was going down planning to commune with the cactuses and tumbleweed, but instead I'm over here surrounded by people.

[A sigh, then she mutters softly:] I hate people.

[Followed by a beat, then she corrects herself.]

I hate most people, but I guess since I'm here now I'll do my best at the infiltration side of things.

How's that for a fucking pivot.

mienai

[Hagakure is doing alright! Sure, she had gotten stabbed last mission, but who here hasn't been stabbed by someone at some point in their careers? Exactly. She's already feeling much better and has been happily partaking in the festive atmosphere aboard the Ximilia. But there has been something on her mind, and a lot of people seem too nervous to talk about it. She can understand why; change is very hard, and their lives are all going to change in some way after this final mission — if they succeed at it, anyway.

They will, though! She knows they will. They can do anything they put their hearts to.

Or at least, the endless optimism in her says so.

At first, the screen seems empty. But once the shirt collar floats into frame, people will get that sneaking suspicion that it's probably the invisible teen hero that wanders about with enthusiasm.]

Happy Holidays! At least, I think it's the holidays? It's hard to know in space.

I've been enjoying it all with you regardless!

[And then, a handprint indents on her shirt, as she places her palm over her heart.]

Sometimes I feel a little like an intruder... Not that that's a bad thing! You're all just... You're so familiar with each other, and you take care of each other, and it's a really nice thing to see. Ahh, it reminds me a little of my friends at home...

[She misses them, but they would understand how important it is that she see this through.

It's a hero's job!]

Um... I had wanted to ask... Because, well, I'm just a little worried. About all of you. Is everyone... you know... going to be okay? Once this is all over. Will you all be able to... go home? Safely? Or — maybe stay here, if... that's a better option?

I know we're all from different places. Some are scarier than others, so...

[You don't have to see her face to know the earnest sound of concern, at least.]

unjedi

So I was thinking for all of us that are new here, maybe we could all share our skills and expertise. Just so we know who to go to and who to ask for help. I imagine asking for help and knowing where to turn is essential on these missions. Or so I've read.

I'll start off. My name is Ahsoka. I . . . was a commander in an army. I've done strategy, tactics, guerilla warfare. I'm also trained in martial arts and swordsmanship.

Also, I'm a decent mechanic. For people who seem to be at odds with the technology here, I can give you a run through. I'm from space, if that helps.

And this is what I really look like. No staring or touching, please.

rehandle

Just a quick notice to those of you who haven't had the pleasure - there's a sentient cloak loose in the halls. Big, red, a blue patch on the back. Nothing to worry about, it's usually harmless.

[ Ordinarily he wouldn't bother with the public service announcement, but... ]

If you see it, do me a favour and tell it to grow up.

Oh— and welcome aboard. Or back, I hear we have returnees.

[ It briefly seems like he's gone at this point, only suddenly, in abrupt afterthought - ]

Newton Geiszler, if you collude with the Cloak today I will personally ensure you remain on your prescribed bed rest for the foreseeable future.

[ Chipper!! Jovial!! And that's Strange out. ]

astudyinviolet

[ Sherlock Holmes has no idea how this works and what to do. He's honestly more than a little unnerved by the earpiece sending him voices and images given everything, but there's no getting around it. Seeing and hearing things is his lot in life. ]

Wanted resources current technology, science, stop.

Have 1880s knowledge, stop.

Respond to S.H. stop.

[ There is a pause in the recording as he reconsiders the ending given that this isn't like leaving a message to Watson while he's out... even if there is a chance of a Watson reading this. ]

Sherlock Holmes, stop.

How am I to know this worked? Am I just talking to myself again?

[ If this sounds like a telegram or a newspaper advert until the end, that's because he's "composing" this like the closest technology equivalent he knows... and it ended up as voice because help. He's from 1882, and what is all this?!

And since he's mistakenly doing this voice and not text, that aside comment and sudden deep coughing attack he tries to muffle is picked up and recorded. A Victorian immune system of someone who hasn't been sleeping or eating well for weeks never stood a chance. ]

farr

Hello, one and all! Never fret, for I, your favorite actress of the century, have returned!

[ on the screen is a woman with hair styled like an old hollywood starlet and a million dollar smile, arms spread out like she might have jumped out of a cake. and honestly, if she'd had the cake, she might have done her grand entrance just like that.

if some were to squint, some might see that her perfectly styled hair seems to be sporting a few more ... gray hairs. something that hadn't been there in her previous time here. ]

Don't worry. I'm not upset there's no red carpet, but — [ a light laugh, very humbling. ] Well, you can all do better next time.

[ a joke. obviously. not really. ]

For those who haven't had the privilege of meeting me, I'm Rita Farr. Though depending on what universes and what do that you all come from, you might have seen me in such classic films as The Crimson Lady, Three Guns to El Paso, and Cupid Knocks Thrice. All of those and more available to rent here at this very station for all interested.

Last time I was here, I had the privilege of serving as the Ximilia's Team Morale Coordinator, a position that I would be more than honored to take up again if it has a vacancy. [ it better. ] Though the trials on these missions are often difficult, it's always important to support one another and keep our spirits up! Let's cheer ourselves on, shall we?

In my time away, I've worked very hard as the leader of a very successful superhero team, and it's given me the chance to secure much more valuable experience that should prove very useful to our efforts. If anyone would like any advice on teamwork, confronting enemies, coordinating binders for mission notes, or simple have an interest in the field of Theatre, you can reach me at any time.

[ exhaling a breath, she clasps her hands together, maintaining her well-practiced smile. ]

I look forward to seeing all the old faces! I've missed all of you tremendously. [ well— ] Most of you. And for those I've yet to meet, I'm sure we'll be quite compatible teammates for the missions ahead.

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