[Ugh, she'd been trying to avoid this thing as much as possible on her own part, other than peeking in and poking through things for her own curiosity. Speaking wasn't exactly a fun pastime of her's and she had other things to normally attend to. But... well, things were starting to get a little too obnoxious for her own liking. And it's something she's been sort of keeping to herself, even if some of the effects are a little hard to play off.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she flicks the video on, the backdrop seemingly some shady part of Genessia City proper, though off out of the way from the majority of the people milling about.]

Yeah, I know, there's bigger problems going on right now but I've got a curious question for some of you. How many of you are familiar with how more... mechanical or biomechanical beings function? Just for my own knowledge, might be looking into knowing just how much of an outlier I might be when it comes to non-natives of this place. Androids, cyborgs, whatever the hell you want to call them.

[Locked from Krillin]

As a jumping off point from that question, if you do have knowledge on those kinds of things and can refer me to someone that might be able to help if something isn't working properly, I'd appreciate it. My usual point of contact for these things is decidedly not in the city and without access to the damn blueprints, it's a bit of a pain in the ass to explain exactly. Long story short is that my muscles are starting to act up a bit and I know it's not the actual organic part of them causing it, it's the stupid enhanced bullshit that's causing it. It's localized to my right forearm currently, but given that's my dominant arm, it's not a pleasant experience.

video | ota
[ Standing near the entrance to the Bay was a man of average height sporting a rather striking three piece suit and tinted sunglasses. His posture was composed and the persona he projected quite obviously calculated. Upon closer inspection it might be apparent through small points of behavior or in the way he forced his smile that he was much more tired than he cared for anyone to know.

Regardlesss, there had been very few times in Tony Stark's life where he didn't feel the need to engage in theatrics. It was what he had been taught, and it was his way to hide. A safe place to reside in a situation that, had he not already become intimately familiar with things beyond the knowledge of most, would likely have broken him even further than he already was.

Really, it was about needing to stay in control.

The way he looked into the camera was like he had done it a hundred or even a thousand times. He didn't seem to be phased by public speaking at the very least. ]

Greetings, citizens of... Genessia? It was Genessia, right?

[ He put a finger up and pulled out the map he'd arrived with. It went back out of view into his chest pocket after a few moments of being studied. ]

Yep. Just confirmed it in case anyone didn't know. By the way? Shout out to the kind folks who left me the goodie box. Way generous. Wouldn't have expected it. Can only assume the party was great and I was at least 5% sober when I agreed to trans-dimensional travel.

[ He gave a charming grin. ]

Now, I'm not one to be a rude guest -- but curiosity, you know? I can't help but think all of this isn't as simple as the welcoming committee -- again, God bless their souls -- made it out to be. Therefore I come to you, the humble public. Simply put, I'm looking for information. What goes on around here, where you're from, any sort of important details that could have, I don't know, slipped between the cracks? I'm interested. Hit me up.

[ He gave a lazy peace sign and proceeded to pick up the device he'd been using to record on, but just before turning it off he paused and held it up selfie style. ]

Almost forgot. Name's Tony Stark. Expect to hear it a lot.

action, various locations around genessia city & nova city | ota
[ After his successful performance, Tony decided the best course of action was to see everything that he could see. He could be found at various odd locations throughout Genessia City during the day, and Nova City later into the evening. Running into him anywhere and everywhere was very much possible. ]

anonymous text | ota
Need to know if anyone from home is here.

Tell me what the initials S.H.I.E.L.D stood for as proof.

xoxo

[Mewtwo appears on the network today, distracted as per usual sicne the Death's Hand incident has started, going over public security footage with a fine toothed comb in addition to his normal duties.]

With the influx of newcomers that have found themselves in Genessia, I feel it necessary to provide a sort of report on the status of Fayren, as well as an introduction.

My name is Mewtwo, I work as deputy guardian of Fayren under Satori Komeiji. Currently, Fayren is dealing with a group who is targeting magic users for random acts of violence. However, the incidents are rare, and the situation is being investigated by myself and a rather sizable amount of volunteers. There are also safe-havens that have opened their doors to magic users, and as a whole Fayren is relatively safe.

Also I would like to reiterate that any information regarding the whereabouts of any member of the group calling themselves Hands of Decay should be directed to myself, and that there is a standing reward for any information that leads to the apprehension of these criminals. Thank you for your time.

WHO: Vegeta and YOU!
WHAT: His (explosive) entrance into the city
WHEN: Today, because why not
WHERE: in the bay, on the outskirts of the city, wherever you want to find his dumb ass
WARNINGS: ...Vegeta. (will be updated if needed!)

[He doesn't appreciate waking up in some place he's never seen before with no recollection of how he got there.]

[On one level it's disconcerting. On another, it's absolutely infuriating. Enough so that the pod is being fried to a nice crisp as soon as he's torn himself out of it. Poor thing deserved better, but alas, such is the way of things that happen to catch him in a bad mood. A fate that will be shared by many an inanimate object by the time the day is over. Like those rocks over there. Which are now some lovely ash.]

[This is totally a rational way of dealing with his problems. Anyone who says otherwise can come argue with his fists.]

[Krillin appears before the network in an orange gi with a patch over the heart with the kanji for 'Kame' emblazoned on it. He's standing in a modest looking dojo, complete with a wall of mirrors at the rear.]

Okay, so I was so wrapped up in getting everything ready and lessons going that I totally forgot to announce that I've opened my own dojo. My wife and I are running it, and it's open to everyone. Just for a bit of history, in my world I was trained by a man named Roshi, a legend among martial artists, who bore the title of Turtle Hermit. Together, my best friend and I trained in his rather unique methods and have since become pretty strong, if I do say so myself.

So uh... y-yeah, feel free to come by for a lesson or something.

[It's clear that public speaking was not on Master Roshi's regimen.]

closed to shizuma;

[ It's cold.

The cold is the first thing Reiji notices, because he doesn't remember it being winter, and also because it chills his entire body from the inside. It's not natural at all, a faint realization that is soon confirmed by the fact that this isn't his room at all.

Most people would panic upon being confronted with a panel of some sort of clear plexiglass very close to his face. Reiji does too for about three seconds before his eyes spot some irregularities on the inside of the panel, and a few moments of fumbling later it opens with a soft pneumatic hiss.

The heir sits up, rubbing his eyes to clear them and not recognizing the bay area at all. Half of him suspects it's a dream, but the other half points out that it feels too lucid to be one. He turns to look down, and his still-sluggish mind takes all of three seconds to process what exactly it could have been. ]

Gosh, please don't tell me this is a coffin.

[ Truly, the most witty of comments. ]


a good while later, mass text;

Hello everyone! The name is Suwa Reiji, and I've got a quick question or two.

Is anyone here from Kanagawa Prefecture, or otherwise Japan? I've just arrived here with a friend and we're looking for anyone from the same area. As well as any news or tips you can give us, that would be greatly appreciated too.

I understand that people from all professions come here; could anyone point me to places that could reasonably hire performers or athletes? I'll be keeping an eye out for it myself, but advice would make it a lot easier.

Thanks a bunch!

[ ooc: replies will come from both of them! ]

Okay, so, I've gotten the whole spiel about other worlds, the cities, blah blah blah. I just have three questions.

First off, does the name Sparda mean anything to anyone here? Usually when weird shit happens to me, it's usually tied back to him.

Second, how high in demand are a Demon Hunter's skills here?

And lastly, I'm gonna need a good pizza joint's address. Preferably one with a bar.

[Dante will be just wandering around Genessia, probably turning a few heads with the massive sword and handguns holstered in plain sight. He has no destination and as such is just aimlessly exploring, looking for landmarks to help get a feel for the layout of this strange new place.]

(One Poe Dameron's first thought was - when'd the base become a cave? His second thought it was - where's BB-8? Third? Well, he had this feeling more than once in recent days.

This is bad. I have a bad feeling about this.

(He finds himself staring intently at the box that had been lying on his chest while he slept and he pauses as he reaches towards it to open it and see what was inside. He wonders if this is a trap, a set up of some sort, but judging from the pamphlet he had just glanced over...this couldn't be something that the First Order had set up.

Propaganda aside...

Besides, Poe found himself internally chuckling. He would have woken up in a cell and more or less incapacitated and probably surrounded by guards or just locked inside with someone staring him down, he didn't care to think about that experience again- not lying in a box with a soft material making up the inside.

He, in that moment, just opened the item in his hands. His eyes were first drawn to the necklace. Then he saw the communication device. Then the red paper bills.)

So, jewelry, some sort of communication device, and...paper...money, I suppose. Whoever is doing this, they really should get a new job.

Yeah, no real answers...great.

(If anyone he knew was here, he would be seriously trying to shrug that off like he never end said it. But, as far as he knew, there was no familiar faces - no one he had to look out for, keep out of harm's way.

He thinks at this point he is more than allowed to be unsettled.

Besides, none of this was making any sense. He had never heard of Genessia, whether it was a settlement or a world itself, and he certainly did not remember being asked to come here or even ordered. Nor did he remember falling asleep in a box. Then the pilot picked up the videophone and after a minute he managed to turn on the video function.)

Video:

Alright, got that figured out. I'm Poe Dameron, pilot. (He decides against going into much more detail than that for now. Who knows where this place's loyalty was to.) So, is waking up in boxes a normal thing around here? Also, got a few questions to go with that if anyone's out there...

Who: Troy Dantes, and others.
What: Bounty hunt for Red Claw assassin who attempted to kill the CEO of Aster Technologies, and related missions linked to the manhunt.
When: 1/6 (EDITED)
Where: All over Nova City

[At a meeting room inside the Aster Technologies HQ, bounty hunters have assembled for a briefing before starting their operation. Troy was the first to answer the bounty, and as former Deputy Guardian of the city he was tasked to lead the operation. As soon as every hunter who answered the call has arrived, Troy shows up in his power armor. He speaks up to begin:]

Alright, listen up. I'm sure you already know why you're here. Nova's police force have their hands full on something else right now, so we're on our own here. Our target is an assassin with cybernetic enhancements and the ability to avoid surveillance cameras with his cloaking ability, which sounds easy enough until you add in the group he is a part of. The Red Claw is a sizable faction of cyborg terrorists with a bone to pick with Aster Technologies. They will be armed and combat ready, and we are asked to apprehend rather than eliminate our target. No doubt there will be a tussle before they give up their brother and we get our paws on him, so try not to be trigger happy and keep the property damages to a minimum, that'll make things less of a headache for the new City Guardian. We'll split everyone into small groups and each of you would have a different mission. We have less than 24 hours to get this bastard, so let's get to work

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[OOC: This thread would work like a mingle log since I wouldn't be able to GM for all of us. Your characters can interact with each other, and don't necessary have to team up with Troy himself. You are very welcome to pick any of these scenarios, operate the NPCs, and determine the outcome of the missions yourselves! Also if you want to join in the hunt and haven't commented on the newspaper thread, please let me know]

Uh, kind of an odd question, but... does anyone know where I can find 50 pound turtle shells?

[Private to Weiss]

Hey, uh... I've been giving it some serious thought, and with 18 here and all, the security guard job just... isn't where I want to be at the moment. Nothing against you or the job, I'd just like to try something with a bit more flexible hours and maybe reconnect with something from home. ...So I guess you could say this is my two weeks notice.

That said, if you ever need anything, feel free to give me a call.

Action
[Waking up groggy is, by far, not exactly on the list of things that happens a lot in her life. Especially not when the feeling of what's around her is not the bed she's accustomed to or anything that's remotely familiar. For most it'd probably get them groping around trying to feel their way out, in 18's case it's more like she's on immediate hyper focus mode, knowing without a doubt that this is not where she was and this was not where she should be. Which means one of two things: This is a very vivid dream and she'll probably end up shoving someone off the bed in her actions or something has gone very, very wrong.

She's betting on the latter, given her track record.

Pushing herself up and out of whatever that was does she finally turn around to investigate where she'd been sleeping, brushing off her jeans as she does so. The fact this is a cocoon of sorts bothers her more than it probably ought to, but it does bring up some particularly disgusting memories she'd tried these past few years to suppress and forget for her sake more than anyone else's.

A small shiver runs down her spine at the thought before snooping further into the contents of the thing, the only important items seeming to be the contrasting box that must have been the pressure she felt on her chest from the beginning.

Rummaging through it she picks out the three items in it, stashing the necklace in a pocket as well as the pamphlet and turning over the walkie talkie in her hands.

Seems primitive enough technology, she might be able to get some sort of message out to figure out what in the hell is going on.]

Voice

[Being not someone of many words, this is a simple enough statement to get her point across.]

Answers. Now. [Well, okay, that works well enough.

Except for the fact she probably should take a look at that pamphlet thing, that's a great idea. So she leaves the message at that before coming back with a different one, having finally looked over something that looked kind of important.

Which begins with a sigh more than anything else, the attitude and anger present previously gone now.]

Someone mind filling in the gaps this thing leaves? I'm going to wander, but I'm not much of an aimless person. [May as well see what's outside of this cavern, right?]

The day had been a fairly calm one, and the weather was perfect. Bright blue skies above, a nice gentle breeze, everything was perfect really. Krillin and Eighteen had been walking through the park like any other couple in the city, but stopped when they got to a nice wide open area away from any other park-goers.

"This a good spot for you?"

"As good as any, I guess."

Krillin nods, taking a few steps away from his wife before turning to face her, as they both take up fighting stances. Krillin takes a deep breath before launching himself forward, unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches so fast that most are invisible to the naked eye. And yet, Eighteen makes subtle movements and shifts, blocking each blow that she doesn't outright evade. The first round of the flurry ends with the two punching and letting their fists crash together with enough force to cause a shockwave to wash over the area.

"You still good to go?"

"Hey, I'm not that bad. I've still got a couple rounds in me. You're up, hon."

Eighteen smirks slightly, eyes narrowing as she brushes a lock of hair back behind her ear. Once she does she lunges forward, with speed and strength that clearly outclasses her smaller husband, what little of her movements could be seen by the untrained eye. Krillin is definitely on the defensive and his face shows he's having trouble keeping up, but he doesn't say anything to stop the sparring match... until Eighteen flicks the back of his head with her index finger after appearing behind him, sending Krllin stumbling forward.

"You've got to cover your back. That's really the only opening I can find though, and that's small most of the time."

"Eheheh... You sound like Goku. The last time we sparred, he'd slip in behind me every round. Don't think I'm going to be catching up to either of you anytime soon, but I'm okay with that."

[OOC; Red is 18, blue is Krillin, replies can come from either or both. Spectators are very welcome! :D]

[Click. On goes the video and here goes Eighteen talking. She appears to be outside... somewhere. A balcony maybe? There's just enough background behind her to see the sliding doors anyhow.]

I'm looking for someone - or a group, if you like - interested in seeing to these 'bounties' in the newspaper. Preferably on something of a long term basis.

[When the feed clicks on, Krillin is staring thoughtfully into what appears to be a mirror in a hotel suite's bathroom. He hasn't shaved his head since arriving in Genessia, and as such he's now got short black hair sticking out of his normally shiny dome. A razor can be seen nearby along with some scissors but he's looking kinda pensive.]

Okay, I can't make up my mind, so I'm going to ask you guys. Should I shave my head, or grow my hair out some?

[The room is mostly dark when the video feed turns on, but maybe that's because the camera is propped oddly next to a book on a table. One pink paw-pad is visible as Luke's pet fennec fox steps on the screen. It's her, clearly, that's triggered the camera to turn on.

Further away is Luke, in pajamas without his hat and standing on a chair, struggling with what looks like a piece of plastic. With a little straining, it's probably clear that he's in front of a window. Just to the side of the chair is the weekly Genessia Tribune. His voice is quiet, and he's talking to himself.]

Suna, I wish they'd stop throwing rocks through the window with the newspaper. This is really hard to cover up. At least I already have a tarp--

[Oh. Well, he was actually pretty close to getting the window covered, until he leaned a bit too far to the right and toppled the chair. With a startled yelp, down he goes, landing squarely on his bum. Suna seems startled by the fall herself--she darts off the table and in doing so knocks off the camera, cutting the video feed off.]

So it's welcome and get to work, hm.

[The video shows a woman with short blonde hair, bright blue eyes and an expression set and calmly cool. She waves the stack of red bills bound in their white ribbon in her free hand.]

Well that's quick and handy, isn't it.

[There is a distinct air of icy amusement to her tone, coupled with the faint smirk.]

I don't mind jobs really but there better be entertaining ones here. I don't like being bored.

[That said, she has little else she needs from the network. Now it's all about exploration and figuring out the lay of the land. If she's not at home and won't be getting back, she's going to make damn sure she thrives here.

First though:]

If any of you see a man just a little shorter than me? Don't touch him. He's mine.

[Said with conviction and matter-of-fact ease as she switches off her communicator in the next beat.]