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I feel like I should be more freaked out right now, what with being lost in another dimension. But it's just that there's just so much weird STUFF here that I'm feeling more excited than lost! I already found a real life medieval village! Is it time travel or just more different dimensions...?

Sorry, I'm rambling. The name's Tracer! Former agent of Overwatch and general nosy busy body. Who else is around here?

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It's an ordinary day in Genessia, when tragedy struck. Someone wasn't looking when crossing the street, and they got hit by some asshole in a bright red sports car who was talking on his phone while driving. Whoever was hit, be it some random passerby or YOU, was killed instantly. A senseless loss of li-

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It's an ordinary day in Genssia, when tragedy nearly struck. Someone wasn't looking when crossing the street, and they ALMOST got hit by some asshole in a bright red sports car who was talking on his phone while driving. Whoever was about to get hit got pulled back onto the sidewalk a split second before the car roared past.

The chronal accelerator on Tracer's chest dimmed a bit as she made sure they (you?) were okay.

"You really ought to watch where you're going. That could have been real bad!"

[The white-haired, darkish-skinned Elven woman on the screen had actually been in the lagoon for a good while - observing the hologram and learning the Network device before making her first post. Getting a little comfortable in her weird seat, and only then introducing herself properly.]

Good evening. This unit's identifier is "Gynoid Support Unit 24", alias "Essei".

This unit, as is apparently rather normal, did not expect to be brought to this place. It has also observed that there are beings from multiple worlds and timelines among here, based on descriptions.

Based on this, this unit must ask if any viewers of this message recognize the name "Uloa"; if so, please provide proper context to determine if you have connections to this unit's past.

This unit must additionally pursue a worthy master to serve; excessive independent operation poses a risk of undesirable complications. By which this unit means a murderous psychopathic remnant of an enemy of the Empire may attempt to take control, and usually lash out by attempting to kill things. This is an unpleasant experience this unit would care to avoid.

Greatly.

Separate from both of these concerns, general assistance adapting to this environment would be handy. This unit has observed the hologram, but, well, that only helps so much.

Thank you for watching this.

Who: Gwen Stacey/Peter Parker, Gwen Stacey/Video for All
When: July 12th
Where: The Bay, Nova City, Exploring everywhere.
What: Spider-Teens invading your peaceful world, sorry folks!

Gwen was on her way home from Miles world. She was going to see her brothers and her father and her New York. Right? That's where she was supposed to be headed. Right back to her world, where she was the one and only Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Woman, she was Gwen Stacey, drummer in The Mary Janes. Daughter of Captain Stacey, sister to Howard and Phillip and Simon.

None of this...literally NONE of it...had anything to do with waking up in a strange pod, with a weird necklace and weird, red money in an envelope. Her knee connects to the inside of the pod, waking with a start before it's even open and as she holds her knee for a moment, eyes closed tight as she hisses slightly, she gets that jolt.

That electricity down the spine feeling of another Spider-Person around. So, ignoring her knee pain and leaving her smart-phone and other fun consolation prizes in the pod for now, she climbs out a bit unsuccessfully. She's beauty and she's grace, she almost fell right on her face. Blame some severe disorientation at the whole situation, okay? She's usually a lot better about this kind of thing.

But that buzz keeps going and Gwen is grateful she's in her Spider-Suit, webshooters fixed firmly to her wrists. Who knows who put them in this situation? Who even knows if this other Spider-type is even remotely friendly? Keeping the mask of her suit firmly in place, hood drawn up, she follows her spider sense to a second pod in the room, one that's just starting to open.

"Oh...kay. This is a little too Aliens for me. Please do not...be that." For an old, old movie, it sure still creeped her out when she thought about it.


[Video - Several Hours Later: OTA (also open for action!)]

[ Gwen wouldn't call herself settled in. Nor would she say she feels too comfortable with this situation. The only reason she delayed so long in even getting this video out is because she was waiting for the return of the Glitches. These horrible moments where, when one is in the wrong universe, every cell in ones body gets Big Mad and tries to return home. Unfortunately, they cannot. Fortunately, there hasn't been a one so Gwen Stacey, just your average teen girl in a black tank top and denim short shorts, blonde hair a bit windswepped and wavy, side shave no older than a couple days or so and jewelry in her right eyebrow catching the sun, has seated herself on a park bench somewhere in Nova City. She has a backpack next to her that's zipped up tight, a journal and pen lying on top. And there's a soda and a bag of chips nearby, both of which she picks at as she talks. It's been a long day. She deserves the snack, okay? ]

Hi, uh...everyone. I'm Gwen. I'm from New York. Loving your city, I'm sure. It's been a real pleasure so far.

[ She doesn't 100% sound like it's been a real pleasure. And she's not smiling too much. It's not a look of resignation entirely? But there's clearly some small part of her brain that has 'F*** this shit, I'm out." playing on repeat in her head.

Listen, I'm just here to try to find a job for now. I'm a trained dancer, been dancing since I was three. I play the drums, and that I've been doing for almost as long as dancing. I'm an artist, I'm super organized. I worked at a coffee shop for a few months back home, so I have experience there.

Really, really leaning towards music and dance for employment, but for now I guess I can't be too picky, huh?

Just let me know if you have anything, okay? I'll come to you for a face-to-face interview. If I'm stuck here, and I'd greatly rather not be, but if I am...I gotta take care of myself somehow, right?

[ And that's the end of her video. She's going to stop recording now, waving slightly beforehand before closing and waiting for replies. ]

[ Really, Gwen? Really? That's how you're gonna be, huh? ]

Who: Satori and YOU
What: Cooking the angriest meals in the calmest ways.
Where: Chireiden. AKA That one creepy subarch that’s literally hell
When: Late June, crack of dawn.
Warnings: Excessive snark, extreme cute, being stared at.

Bright and early in the morning, Satori's video feed switches on. The camera focuses in on one of those posable Satori action figures, this time with its arms and hands crossed as if holding a pair of weapons, its expression downright menacingly determined as it stares down a cracked eggshell. Its 'weapons' of choice are a miniature whisk and frying pan. Eventually, Satori's third eye pans into the frame and blinks a couple times before the camera pans up to focus on the mind reader in question..

( Now, people of Genessia, witness the breakfast that will leave you sleepless!” )

[OOC: Feel free to react or call Satori back for more cooking tips.]

Who: Shooter (Aaron Conner) and you!
Where: Nova City
When: June 25
What: A monster attack! (And a weapon heist) (It's also an event catch-all log!)
Warnings: Illusions, riots, and trolling

[It has been a day since that strange anonymous text has posted through the network. While some shrug it off as a prank text, some tried to demand to reveal this mysterious poster. Either way, no one seems to take the warning too seriously.

Unknown to them, a young man wearing a red mask, black gloves, and a red and black hoodie, is staring at his phone reading some of the replies he got.]

Huh, looks like I got some fewer replies than I expected.

[But instead of reacting negatively to this, he just gives a big grin before he turns his attention at the people below him.]

In any case, it's going just as I planned.

[He then leaves the rooftop before anyone can notice presence there.]

( Let the mayhem begin )

[Action/Anon Text] Come Find Me

[Afterwards, the masked teenager watches the chaos unfolds in the affected streets, chuckling and grinning at the sight of this as he carries a bag of weapons behind him. Ever since this whole mess began, he just broke into some of the stores and stole some weapons and some equipment while the people continue to panic over the non-existent monsters.]

I was hoping I would try to sneak in without any notice, but I do need some extra points.

Though, just getting away is too boring for my taste. How about we kick this up a notch then?

[He then pulls out his phone and starts to type his anonymous text.]



I hope you like the raid event I just put out for you. Now the real question is if you can even stop it.

Here's a hint: The final boss is all red and black and jumping around the buildings.

Good luck. ;)

[Once he sends in the post, he grins once more, happy about his misdeeds in the city.]

(OOC: So if you're confused, this is Aaron's catch-all log for the Attleton Charm Event as well his debut as Shooter. He will not only leave several illusion monsters to induce a mass hysteria in Nova City, but he can control several NPCs to do his bidding of stealing several weapons and attacking other residents.

This is also a semi-mingle log, which means you can team up with other characters to snap the residents out of their illusions or mind control. And if you like, you can end up as Shooter's temporary mind slave for a few minutes (note that he will be only using Grey Mind Bullets, which only turns the victim into a mindless slave for a few minutes). As for catching the main culprit himself, I will leave a top-level if you like to confront Shooter by yourself.

Of course, being affected by Shooter's mind-based powers is optional. You can check out Aaron/Shooter's profile for more details about his powers and check out his power permission post if you like to opt-in or opt-out of his powers in the near future.

Also, feel free to plurk me at RunnerRPAwaker if you have some other ideas with Shooter for this log.)