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I'm sure most of you have noticed that Zeta District has taken quite some damage from that disgusting act of arson the other day. While we're fortunate that there were not many casualties, we can't just leave things be as they are.

This Saturday there will be an organized clean-up for the district. We're looking for volunteers, anyone who can work and is willing to take orders are requested to attend. Specifically, we're looking for people to carry out the following activities:

[Insert explanation here.]

If you feel that you do not have the time to contribute, you may instead leave a small donation of clothes, food and other necessities for the victims of the fire who lost their homes and belongings.

As a community, we should we look out for our fellow residents to make our district a better place to live in. I strongly urge all of you to provide some assistance, be it in terms of donations or work, and show some support this coming Saturday.

[Filtered to those in the neighbourhood guard, hackable.]

I expect all of you to be there this Saturday, not only to engage in the clean-up. Those underhanded mercenaries are sniffing around these days. It would not surprise me if they scheduled an appearance to impede the event. We must be vigilant and ensure that we keep our guard up at all times.

((OOC: As stated in the OOC post, there's a clean-up being planned for this Saturday! Mercenaries will also be appearing to cause trouble as well.))

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Apr. 4th, 2013 09:57 pm
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[ Sark’s feed is set to sweep low across the ground as he walks, and just as a pyjak skitters across his path, he stops only to kick it out of the way with the side of his shoe. And while he’s not about to show his face on the network, he’ll willingly speak on it. ]

Has anyone begun to wonder exactly why we’ve accrued our very own infestation of these things? [ He tilts the camera just enough to show it once more, the little beast already moving closer again. ] Is this normal around here, or are we simply lucky enough to be forced to enjoy their company? Though really, the coincidence of this along with the problems facing the water supply-- my mistake, the absolute lack of one, I can’t help but think it’s not out of place to think one perhaps caused the other.

[ The pyjak darts closer all over again and Sark solidly kicks it away before finally continuing to walk. ] Or if something else has caused them both. Not that anyone would ever do such a thing. [ ... Such sarcasm. ]

Perhaps we should be stopping to consider what might happen next. There’s far more to worry about then simply smelling unpleasant or having one of these settle down to watch you eat your lunch. And if you think this won’t lead to something else, I imagine you aren’t looking hard enough.

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Mar. 26th, 2013 02:28 pm
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My name is Xiahou Dun. I don't like idle chatter so I'll get straight to the point. I've noticed that there are quite a number of you who don't know how to fight so I'm offering to take on students and teach some basic fighting moves. If you require some proof of my proficiency in the martial arts, I would be more than willing to show you what I can do.

I ask for no fees. You need only bring dedication and a focused mind. Just don't waste my time.

[Private to Steve Rogers and Captain Kirahhe. Hackable.[]

I request a meeting. I have a proposition for you and I'd like you to consider it.

((OOC: If you'd like to hack the message, please contact me first!))

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Mar. 19th, 2013 02:46 pm
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[ yo what's up, Omega. York is in a shiny brand-new suit of armor, bought right in Omega, rather than her usual clunky old Freelancer armor. It's a hell of a lot sleeker than what she used to wear, that's for sure, and she looks pretty damned pleased about it.

But not just about the armor. York's grinning for an entirely new reason today. ]


Everybody settling in all right? Good, 'cause I've got some good news for the thirsty crowd. I just got myself a new job at a bar here in Zeta District, servin' drinks. And this weekend we've got an extended happy hour special goin' on, so if you're looking for a drink, then I highly suggest hauling your ass over to The Quad. I might even slip you a free drink for the trouble.

[ She actually winks, grinning and showing teeth. She tosses her hair out of her face with a quick shake of her head. ]

'Course, if you're more interested in the home security market, I'm still available for installs and upgrades. But I figured it was time to move on up in the job market. Besides, I mix one hell of a Dirty Shirley.
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[Someone is certainly not a fan of the camera function unlike most on the network.]

Quaint place, reminds me of a lot of places that wanted me dead. But, none of you really care about that or virtual tea parties of friendship making.

Two things. First off, Jackson Darby. Any information about him or his whereabouts is my first priority. Favors to be owed for this information can be discussed when you can prove it's legit information or can show me he's well and alive. Or better yet and I don't have deal with a middle man at all. Jack, if you are here, answer me. Right now.

Second. If the term Autobot means anything to you...we need to talk.

[And the feed ends just as abruptly as it began.]


((ooc: She's going to be lurking in dark corners or in high places and moving about the areas with the most concentration of people. Like the merchants area and Afterlife. So if you want to note glowing blue eyes in a shadowy corner or wtf over a blue lady robot moving from place to place come at me bros.))
starspangledspandex: (I'll be looking at the moon)
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[So bad things are happening on Omega, he's not really surprised. It's not really the type of place that screams 'good place to hang out'. He realizes on his walk back to the apartment that neither Tony or Bruce really have the means to deal with these particular problems.

Both of them will get a ping but the message is going to be open because he has this thing where he has to check on everyone.]


Is everyone--

[There's a roar and Steve dives to the side, camera rolling with him. There's a 'chink' as his shield is pulled from his back and the huge, glowing blue thing that crashes into view is no joke.

Luckily, neither is Steve. The video is an absolute jumbled mess. Steve is lithe and athletic; he uses it to his advantage to stay out of range. Paired with his shield throwing abilities--and what seems to have the ability to defy the very laws of physics themselves--it's hard work, but he banks the shield off some canisters that go boom and down goes the adjutant.

He warily watches it for a moment before he slings his shield over his shoulder. As he addresses his omni-tool again, he keeps glancing up at it.]


Is everyone doing alright? If you need an escort to a safe zone, let me know. Stark and Dr. Banner, I'd stay in the apartment. The streets aren't safe. I'll be back soon.
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[ It's a bit of a mess, when the feed clicks on. Natasha's been keeping her head down — there's a few things you need to get a handle on when you get plummeted head-first into a new enviroment. There's the economy, socio-political climate, technology; today's way of flying under the radar isn't necessary tomorrow's, and that can get a little getting used to when seeming one thing and being another is your bread and butter.

Not that this does well for first impressions. She looks alright, if painted with tell-tale signs of blood and dirt and grime — not as messy as some of the others, though, which is probably as good a sign as any that she's not been a front-liner. She's somewhere in the district, surrounded by vague shadows and pillars. Also, dead things. Not really a good place to be right now, Zeta.
]

I don't think I've ever liked Jules Verne. [ But at least it's not Ten Thousand Leagues. Her eyes track something to her left, tension settling in her shoulders. A flash of red as she turns, firing four shots in quick succession; there's the slump of a wailing adjutant as they make their mark.

Natasha's mouth quirks into something that might almost be a smile, if a wry one, giving the firearm she picked up off a dead merc a few bodies back a little shake.
]

Anyone wanna help a girl out? I'm almost out of toys, and I like keeping my options open.
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[From the moment Kengo figures out what's going on in Zeta District and gets information from various sources -- other messages on the network or things he hears in passing while out on the field -- he's intent on being the voice of warning to everyone else. While an initial message goes up early on the first day of the attack, he's established a ping to send the alert out every few hours with the new updates, wanting to keep as many people informed as possible.]

ALERT: Please use caution! Zeta District is currently under attack. It is unknown if this assault has spread to other areas. The source is also unknown at this time. Enemies are known as adjutants. These creatures are slightly larger than the average human and have moderate strength barriers and armor. These creatures move slowly but are capable of jumping at least two meters. Pay attention to your surroundings! They have a distinctive cry but will go quiet and hide themselves to catch their targets off guard. Even if you are at a distance, they are able to shoot a long range blast of energy from one of their arms.

A safe house has been established. [coordinates provided by Shepard are shared here.] This location is currently unconfirmed for safety. Please respond if you are able to confirm its status. This location is confirmed for safety, but primary pathways may be blocked. If you are unable to reach the safe house, use any available resource to keep yourself safe. If your position is under threat, message your coordinates and help will be sent as soon as it is available.


[Here, he's hoping he can at least forward the coordinates to someone else if he can't make it there on his own.]

For your safety, please avoid contact... )

[Over the course of the weekend, expect for Kengo to be keeping everyone up to date with various messages being posted to the network. You can use what information he shares as a jumping point for your own interactions in your own threads/posts (if coordinates are shared by anyone needing rescue). Feel free to post reactions or send him messages asking for further details. Also, any information you want to pass along for him to broadcast is welcome!]
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[personal profile] airraid
[well if this isn't freaking great.

so, he's missed the part about zeta district being quarantined until just now, and he can't say he likes the look of what the hell is going on out there. he's seen these things before - because uh, didn't we just have to deal with this? come on! but it doesn't surprise him to see that here are still some stragglers left behind.

he peers into his omni-tool with one eyebrow raised, a very unimpressed expression sliding across his face.]
So, I dunno about you guys, but I think I'm gonna stay inside for this one. It looks like it's raining bullets and damn if I didn't forget my bulletproof galoshes.

[pause.] I thought we got rid of all these things. Hey, either of you Shepards - what the hell's the deal?
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[personal profile] mathemagician
[the video loads to show a younger male, dressed in something that seems far too casual to be a business suit, though a tie and blazer are visible. a patch on the left breast of the bright blue blazer hints that it's most likely a school uniform. the boy's face shows he's less than happy about addressing anyone in particular the moment]

If anyone's listening to this, I'm looking for information.

[he takes a deep breath, turning his gaze away from the video to stare at something in the distance for a few moments, hoping he can force himself to speak the words he knows he has to say to get what he wants.]

Someone was with me right before I arrived. He's hurt pretty badly--

[dead. when his mind corrects his speech, the boy abruptly stops, then presses his lips together. he certainly doesn't seem to be hurt -- just confused. does it even matter? it's hard to tell who's listening or where he is, or what's going on. maybe it's some sort of set up. ... somehow. maybe. ... maybe he could wait a little bit longer before asking for help. seeming to err on the side of caution, the video drops slightly, focusing more on the boy's chest as he moves to shut it off, muttering something to himself just before the video cuts. This place seemed too dangerous to risk showing he had any sort of vulnerability.]

[about ten minutes later, a message is posted to the system]


I need directions to the morgues on the station, if they exist here. Just provide me with coordinates, I can find them on my own.

[Text]

Feb. 20th, 2013 10:15 pm
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[personal profile] tasteslikecoconut
Sooooo who's got some palladium they'd like to give me? No reason. Just need it. Preferably like. I don't know. One point six grams or so. Not greedy.

Oh, and some scrap metal. Again, no reason.

[Video]

Feb. 19th, 2013 08:20 pm
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[ooc: For those unfamiliar with Mass Effect canon, Gavorn can be found in this video here and that is almost the extent of his entire character arc. Kinda sad for such a cute turian. And don't be afraid, he won't bite!]

Seeing a lot of new people around here not knowing where they are or how they got here. Can't say it's not strange, but that doesn't change the facts.

[He has a job, and it's quite clear-cut, but he wants to make sure the new peeps are safe even if he doesn't know all of you.]

So if the newbies around here don't know already, stay away from those pesky vorcha if you don't have a gun or a knife on hand. Don't know what they are? They're the little pests running around with a mouth full of teeth, a bad attitude and the occasional flamethrower.

[He spreads his mandibles in a turian grin and slings his rifle over his shoulder. Yeah, it's a really pretty rifle.]

You'll thank me later.

( video )

Feb. 12th, 2013 02:51 pm
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[personal profile] bloodpacks
[here is someone that has been watching the new arrivals on omega with a bit of interest - it's his job to keep an eye out for newcomers, after all, and some of these soft-looking fleshbags look .. well.

puny. fragile. all of the things that the krogans are very much not.

he peers into his omni-tool with a fair amount of skepticism, as bored as a krogan can look.]
So .. you're the new things that Aria has such a stick up that fine asari ass of hers about. Hrmph. Don't look like much to me. Pretty sure you'd all snap if I so much as looked at you wrong. Don't know why she cares so much about letting you stay.

[there's a pause, and something of a wry smirk as he peers a bit more intently into the omni-tool.] Tell you what. Why don't you pay me to protect your breakable asses, and I'll give you something a lot more interesting than clean-up work to do. What could it hurt?

Except .. well, all of you. The name is Kurr - come talk to me if you have any hope of surviving on this station for longer than a day.
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[A week with no answers as to the circumstances of their arrival. Irritating. Luckily, he had some credits on him. He's not as well off as he would be if he could access all of his savings but there had been some money in his pockets. It puts him ahead of most of the new arrivals.

It also gives him a starting point. Mordin has been on Omega before. He's worked and lived here before. He knows the ins and outs of business here. He also still has contacts here--easily convinced that he is, in fact, still alive. No one pulls off Mordin, quite like Mordin.

The room behind him is neat and well-lit. The rooms beyond look like a terrible mess but there are one or two aliens scurrying about behind him that seem to be attempting to sort it out. Anyway, hello Omega, have an alien on your screen.]


Greetings. Professor Mordin Solus. Previously spent time on Omega. Successful salarian scientist and medical professional. Attack on Omega left shortage of facilities. New arrivals place strain on system in place. Wish to help in any way possible.

[He paces--Mordin is one of those people that always have to be in motion.]

Called in number of favors. Procured equipment necessary. Have reopened clinic in Gozu District. Hope to avert patient overcrowding during potential calamity. Location attached. Number of credits irrevelant. Will not turn patient in need away. Able to work out alternate method of payment.

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