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[Not too long after Kami's previous post, she's on console, being recorded from the side; it's obvious she's not talking to anyone in the Double-F, judging by how not-acerbic her tone is, for once.]

--so we finally got the elevator fixed, which means I can message you again. And I gotta say, I missed it.

[There's a tinny voice from the console; the words can't quite be made out, but it's male, and he speaks with an English accent.]

Don't, you're gonna make me cry, moron. So can you sneak off to come visit Newton? I hear tell there's a pretty cool holo-tag place.

[More indecipherable words.]

Yeah, I know, they keep you real busy. Just a day?

[This time, "Yeah. Okay." can be heard, and it doesn't sound grudging, but happy.]

You're the best. I miss your face.

[Words words words.]

Can I guess what the surprise is?

[Words.]

[Fondly:] Shut up. You-- Hey!! [She's noticed the record light. Busted!] LoTUS, if you were broadcasting, so help me Asimov, I am gonna ground you until the heat death of the multiverse!

[There's some synthesized giggling from LoTUS, and the feed cuts out.]

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[In her best Professor Farnsworth impression:] Good news, everyone!

The surface elevator is fixed! Which means Newton is now officially able to be visited.

A word of warning: the elevator is very, very fast since we are very, very far underground. This may cause people to get motion sickness. In preparation for this, we have provided elevator sickness bags for you to boot in if you feel the need. [Beat.] Actually, they're air sickness bags I boosted from a series of JetBlue flights back in the day. Either way, please do not throw up on the elevator floor. The smell takes forever to get out.

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[ Kevin is in Kami's lab, probably being a pest, and looking like he still needs a haircut. ]

I need a place t'cook.

[ He leans against the wall behind him, crossing his arms over his chest. He misses cooking, and wants to get back to it. ]

Also, is anyone up for some sparring? Marked, Sentinels, doesn't matter. I'm willing to spar with just about anyone.

[ One gloved hand brushes hair out of his face. ]

Did everyone survive the flux okay?

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[Knock knock. Get the door. It's Kami and she looks pissed.]

Fucking-- it happened again! I hate leap years! We skipped March again!

At least it wasn't all of March this time...damn temporal flux seems to be stabilizing. But still. Jesus.

...and no, this is not an April Fool's prank. I wish.

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[ Really, he looks like what he is - an eager nineteen year old, ready to save the world. He is wearing something odd, though: A black turtle neck made of some sort of stretch material, under his normal looking t-shirt.

Kevin's sitting at a desk in one of the libraries with the laptop he'd been given. He's not going to break it, don't worry. He knows how to take care of tech. Even if he wishes that this was X-Men issue, and not super secret government issue. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. And right now? He's not even begging. ]

I don't suppose there's a metal workshop in this facility somewhere, is there?

[ Odd question from someone newly arrived. But he'd been given the spiel, and is quite happy with the way things are. Hell, maybe this'll be better than back home.

Besides, the X-Men teach an entire class on alternate universe adventures. This is not news to him. ]

I'd like something preferably set up for welding, or for auto repair. Either one works. Access to tools is a given, and heck, if there's need of a mechanic, I'll take a swing at it.

[ One gloved hand reaches up and brushes hair out of his face. ]

Also, need to talk to someone about getting special clothes, if that's at all possible.

[ With that he shuts off the feed. Because, that's all there needs to be said. ]

001 ♞ Borrowed Support Group [Video]

Hi, my name is Malcolm. I'm another one of the 'borrowed'. Sentinel, specifically. That's a word me and someone else figured we'd call our group, I don't know if it's gonna catch on or not.

Anyway, regardless of whatever intentions or obligations the 'leaders' of this place had, it's pretty obvious that being brought here has caused everyone a lot of pain, or at least inconvenience. Maybe you'd like to talk about it? I wanted to create a support group, let people kind of just... talk. No judgement. Air their grievances among their peers.

Is that something people would want to do? If there's enough interest, I'll try to setup a time and place.

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[Kami taps the camera before leaning back, the foam-covered handle of her cane clasped between her hands.] Hello, muffins. I'm Dr. Lakshmi, or Kami, your friendly neighborhood sysadmin-slash-roboticist. I am not the person who assigns you your assignments. So don't come to me with your problems. Because I don't care.

Ways to stay on my good side: Don't touch my shit. Don't break my shit. Don't try and trash my network. Don't try and trash your devices or I swear to Space Ghost I'll make you pay in blood. I used to work for people a lot tougher than you folk; I wasn't scared of them, I'm not scared of you, and I will put you on a 2003-era flip-phone if you test me.

I'll see you Sentinels and the Fatemarked from un-techy worlds at 1330 tomorrow for computer class. If you're expected, you'll get an alert shortly. Peace out, nerds.

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[You know what this place needs? More red tape.

So here's Abigail, looking more like a put-together high school student than a working professional in her cardigan and cami set. Something about her just screams 'way too young to be handling important things' while at the same time insisting 'I am going to rat you out to someone important'.

You know the type. Someone smart. Someone ambitious. Someone who's young, scrappy, and hungry.

Someone who can really force a smile, like she's doing right now.]

Hello comrades, Sentinels, and inhabitants of the Fatemarked Facility. Abigail here. Some of you know me, some of you don't, but that's all right. You'll be seeing a lot more of me now that I'm permitted to use the network again. [That's not ominous or anything.]

[Slightly under her breath:] I swear, if anyone else quotes that stupid movie at me one more time...

[Kami may or may not have locked her out of the network with the Dennis Nedry "AH AH AH you didn't say the magic word AH AH AH" bug.

ANYWAY.]

My probation period is over, which means we - [She gestures between herself and the screen with the long end of her pen.] - can get right back to work. [Referring to her paper, she continues:] We have one pairing tonight: Molly Carpenter and Casey Ramone.

Heh. The Carpenters and The Ram- [Not now, Abby.] Nevermind.

Congratulations, Casey and Molly, on your new union. I'm sure you'll be very happy together.

In other news: whoever has been leaving their clothes in the hallway on level four, please report to the lower combat level to collect your possessions or they'll be recycled for training.

[She now starts reading as though the remainder isn't terribly important, letting the words run together or drag out in a display of boredom.]

No, we cannot import this specific brand of ouzo, please stop asking, it does not exist in this universe. Just because one person has a service dog does not mean you are allowed to bring animals into the facility, having feeder mice is not the same thing.

[Snapping her notebook closed, she looks up at the camera, and her broad, forced smile returns.]

Oh, and we need some new volunteers to donate blood on Fridays.

~1~ Enter one brand new Faerie Queen. [Video]

[Molly's been around for a little while, doing her best to try to get acclimated to the facility and mostly keeping to herself. She knows she needs to start classes soon, and she will. If she's supposed to be protecting someone, she has kind of a lot to learn. Illusions and ice magic will only go so far, and if she finds herself needing to fight, she's woefully unprepared.

But now she's starting to get curious about the other people in this facility, Sentinels and Fatemarked alike. And--well. The best way to meet people is to introduce herself.]

Hi. I'm Molly. I'm from Chicago in the early twenty-first century, I'm still unpaired, and I have to say it--I am bored out of my mind. What does everyone do for fun around here?

Announcement

Greetings,

[The woman's voice is clear, but has a slight Australian edge]

For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Evelyn Hunt. I am a Governor here at the Facility and despite the misgivings of some of my fellows, I believe in an honest and open leadership.

[A pause, some low and murmuring voices can be heard in the background before Evelyn speaks again.]

Some of you may be wondering as to the extended suspension of access to the city. The fact of the matter is that we received intelligence that the Trust has infiltrated the city. While we are verifying this claim, no Sentinel or Fatemarked is allowed to visit the city.

(no subject)

[A woman comes on the video with a smile, and she's sitting in one of the lounges, looking relaxed. Well, mostly relaxed, every so often, her thumb brushes across the new mark on her palm. Following the lines of the snake eating it's own tail, she's done it so often now she can do it without looking. Her voice is normal though, despite the fidgeting.]

Hello. For those who didn't meet me yet, I'm Martha Jones, and I'm a doctor. If you've need of one, you can always come to me. [In case you don't want to see the people in the medical center is what Martha means.]

[Private to Snape.]

Why'd you request me? I didn't even think you'd liked me very much.

enter Sir Grumpus McWhinelord, King of the Pissbabies [audio; filtered from Gene]

[It's been a week, and Tony has done everything short of throwing himself on the floor of a Governor's office and literally kicking and screaming. And despite all his arguments and protests and even a few veiled threats, he is still stuck with Gene. They take this 'link' pretty seriously here. Tony thinks it sounds like a bunch of faux-mystical nonsense, but apparently he's not going to get the Governors to budge on it.

That means the only people he has left to turn to are the Fatemarked and his fellow Sentinels. He has absolutely no faith that the Governors are telling him everything. Maybe the other recruits will give him some straight talk.

The post is audio - he's not disguising his identity, but he's not going out of his way to make it obvious, either. He has locked the post from Gene, though. Gene already knows that he is extremely unhappy with the situation, and Tony really doesn't care about offending him, but he wants to minimize Gene's opportunities to needle him with snarky comments.

He makes a cursory attempt to hide the post from the bigwigs, too, but he's aware that it probably won't be effective. Fine. If they see him going behind their backs to get this fixed, maybe they'll start taking him seriously.]

So, these 'links' that some people have - what's the deal? The Governors can't really think we'll believe them when they say they don't know anything about them, right? Somebody's got to know how they work. And how to break them. Who else has one? Are they permanent? Does anyone have any idea why they happen? [...HE'S ASKING FOR A FRIEND.]

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Now that everyone's had a chance to settle it, it's as good a time as any to announce assignments. I won't do this every time, but occasionally I'll be the one making announcements on behalf of the governors.

[A beat.]

I should probably introduce myself.

My name is Sarah Harding. I've been here about six months. Until recently, I taught Wilderness Survival, but I've been reassigned, myself. We have a surplus of Fatemarked and not enough Sentinels to go around, so every hand's on deck.

I encourage all of you to introduce yourselves if you haven't yet, particularly to the people to whom you've been assigned. Here goes nothing:

Cissie King-Jones, I'm assigned to you. Let me know, we can meet up and talk.

Tony Stark, you're with Gene Khan.

Jack Metcalfe, Daniel Kinney.

Martha Jones, looks like you were specifically requested by Severus Snape.

Chase Collins, you're with Alex Marsters.

Malcolm Ducasse is with Brigid Finn.

[She falters over the next name.]

Ru- [...] Rumpelstiltskin - Really? - you're with O'danyu Mitnu. Did I say that right?

...Right.

Lastly, Tim Drake and Seraphina Mirandir.

I think that's everyone. If you have any questions about the assignments or the Facility, I can try to answer them.

oo1. video. / let's get this party started;

[ There's a young person on the screen of the first broadcast since the new batch arrived. Other older members have used the network for their own communication, of course, but this one has all the hallmarks of a freshfaced, uncomfortable but trying newbie. ]

Um... so, what are we supposed to do here? I had a job back home... and I know—once we're assigned we might have more to do, but as it is, I'm just...

[ Beat. Casey's face turns a little red. ]

Right, my name is Casey. Everything here is a little weird for me — from what I understand, nothing here is powered by magic? Ah, but I guess I might be the weird one. No one else has said anything. My point was, it feels a lot like coming into something halfway. Where do we start? Is this it?