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So I thought I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I worked really hard to get to where I am and what I'm doing but...

After talking to people, talking to lots of people from all over, I'm not so sure anymore. I think I might have been thinking too small, but it feels weird to think of it like that. Like I'm limited MYSELF, if that makes any sense. I mean, it's not like we have a lot of money and I worked really hard to get the scholarships to get here in the first place.

But I'm not sure if I'm just letting this trip run away with me or if I'm finally seeing more clearly now that I've actually gone out and seen just how big the world is.

Thoughts?

redarrowqueen

Anyone got experience dealing with nightmares that can't be explained?

unnamed_chars

[ The voice on the radio is different this time. A woman, with a smooth, low tone and a faint accent that can't quite be placed. ]

Good day, listeners. We are once more coming to you live, now from the top of the McAran Tower in the City of Tomorrow.

As some of you may know, our previous host, [ crackling noises and static ] was aboard the Satellite at the time of the interplanetary conflict. And, as you may have guessed, his heroic actions were, in fact, his last. If you will join us for a moment of silence.

[ And it was a long moment. ]

Unfortunately, as he would most certainly say, the show must go on. And I, [ static and crackling noises ], will do my best to keep it going even if I can never fill his place in our hearts.

[ Another, shorter pause. ]

Today's story takes place in the City of Adventure, where reports say that the Ancient Mines have been taken over by a glabrezu of some power. Known by Sorcery authorities as "Dantalion", the demon escaped and traveled in disguise via subway to Adventure with an unknown accomplice. Little is known of the accomplice other than that they appear to be wearing a heavy set of robes to obscure their features and face.

A questing party, on loan from Sorcery, have noted that he appears to have brought some draegloth with him, so any adventurers considering the idea of providing assistance should take that into account when packing their supplies.

...everyone else should probably just avoid the whole thing, honestly. Those things are nasty.

[ A breath in. ]

In other news, very very... different news, we have been asked by new local business owner Thomas Raith to advertise that he'll be having the grand opening to his new salon slash coffee shop this month. Listeners who mention having heard the broadcast can get a free brownie from the coffee bar! And anyone in costume? Gets a free coffee, considering the holiday coming up.

That's about it, though, for the moment. So I leave you now with some music to continue your day. May it be bright.

"Caro Emerald - Liquid Lunch (Official video)" (Watch on YouTube)

sizeofyourbaggage

[ When the video clicks on, Sam's in his Falcon gear, though his wings are tucked away and he hasn't put on his goggles yet. ]

All right, given the kind of people I've seen around here, I'm betting I'm not the only one who took an interest in what the hell's going on in the Satellite. Not that I'm all that interested in involving myself in another war, but-

[ He shrugs, because it ain't like he's got a lot of options. There'd been a call for help, and Sam isn't the kind of guy who could ever ignore it. Even when he's supposed to be on vacation. ]

I'm not exactly suggesting we coordinate or anything, but if anyone else is planning on trying to meddle in shit, well, it might be a lot easier if no one's tripping over each other.

notthaticequeen

For all intents and purposes, my name is Barnes.

I'm very bad at this CALL network shit.

Not the point.

Point: I want to make a list of worlds this thing connects to. Just curious. So far, I've got eight, but just looking around makes it clear there's more.

If you're willing to contact me and tell me about your world, message me on here, or I'll meet you somewhere for coffee.

Over and out.

unnamed_chars

[ Anyone who's actually gone to the front desk at the Tower would recognize the front desk attendant assigned to handle orientation for new CALL device users. She looks a little flustered but she's keeping her cool reasonably ]

Given the situation in the Satellite, we're going to be pushing out the new app we've been working on in the hopes of assisting any CALL device users who may be working to try and rectify the situation there.

The next time you look at your main screen, you should see a new icon labeled HELP.

In the app, you'll be able to assign 2 other CALL device users as emergency contacts. Upon hitting the big red 'HELP' button in the app, a distress signal will go to the assigned CALL devices which, if answered, will instantly transport those CALL device users to your location.

As a note, this ability works within the city as well as while you are back in your homeworld.

We here at McAran hope that this new addition will assist our guests in any number of ways. And that it might be useful for coordinating things should our CALL device users attempt to assist the authorities.

kittened

[Felicity was brilliant when it came to hacking into places that she had no business being. She had no problem with that. The thing with Felicity was that she always seemed to embarrass herself without really meaning to. It wasn't like she woke up in the morning thinking today is the day that I'm going to humiliate myself,but alas. The device kicks on and Felicity can be seen in her room. song can be heard playing, and Felicity was moving around the room tidying things up.]

I'm bringing bootie back.... [small spin, eyes closed. Felicity loved music]

tell the skinny bitches that.... I'm all about that bass, no treble.

[She turned shaking her bootie at the camera]

unnamed_chars

[ There are a few crackling noises before the voice comes out and the speaker sounds... well, a little rough. He's not breathing easily either. ]

This is... [ *crackle crackle* ], reporting to you from the Satellite above the City of Tomorrow. It is... my professional responsibility to apologize for the lack of broadcasts these last weeks. But... hopefully that'll make sense soon enough.

As you might have guessed, not all is well here.

For weeks, there's been something of an information lockdown due to the 'request' of one of the peoples working to broker peace here. Unfortunately, as of yesterday, peace talks have officially been ended and the Satellite has become a warzone. Three different factions, led by each of the peoples who were part of the peace talks, have taken portions of the Satellite and we're on lockdown. No one comes in and no one goes out.

Despite our journalistic desire to spread information, we'd previously kept the civilizations in the midst of peace talks private, but at this point, we're out of options.

The Zygerrians have taken over most of the living areas and apartments on the station. They may or may not be taking civilians; our information is spotty there.

The Mycon are in control of the docking areas and most of the cargo bays.

The Angosians are the ones holding the promenade and the main mercantile spaces. Most importantly, they're holding onto the food, which has a lot of people worried.

This is probably going to be the only broadcast I can manage since I already hear things that make me pretty sure that I'm going to have company soon. We'll do what we can up here, of course, but we could certainly use a little help. Really, it'd be appreciated. Like. A lot.

Wish us--

[ And the broadcast ends with a crash and the sound of shouting. ]

boundinblood

[At first, the wrong camera turns on, showing the book Katherine has laid out on the table, pages bathed in sunlight from a nearby window. It's nonfiction - biology, in fact, and its target audience likely in the young teens crowd. The open page displays a labeled diagram of a strand of DNA and a Punnett square with an explanation in small print, courtesy of a cartoonish character sitting on its corner, clearly drawn by an adult attempting to appeal to a younger crowd they only superficially understand. The normal-sized text at its side explains hereditary traits, with a side of how DNA determines everything about a person's appearance. It's helpfully colloquial.]

Well, I can't say I completely understand all of this, but- oh, wait, I've got it the wrong way, haven't I?

[She switches to the front camera to show her face instead, bags under her eyes indicating a rather long self-imposed study session. She raises a mug of something no longer hot enough to require one to her lips and sets it down offscreen with a gentle thunk. The window beside her reveals the skybridges, flying cars, and gleaming metal towers of Tomorrow, from several stories up.]

There we are! Now, as I was saying, am I right in guessing this means the...the essence of who we are is in...all of us? Does that mean spells that require a bit of, say, hair, from the caster have worked on the same principles as blood magic all along?

roberteo

[Well, it certainly seems Speedwagon has figured out the video medium: he's posed himself very seriously, with a straight posture and both hands folded neatly in his lap. There is, however, a small, polite smile on his face, though this may be more formality than anything else. He is, of course, eternally a gentleman, no matter the circumstances.

It does not take a particularly observant eye to note that the man is in mourner's black.]

Hello! It is I, Robert E. O. Speedwagon.

[The smile widens into something more genuine, just for a moment.]

I'm curious if anyone in this city has any idea as to the state of...well...hm. I wish to phrase this delicately, but I would like to know if there's a program in place to...well, help people? Where people need helping, you know--Nightmares, Shadows...et cetera. Particularly children? I--I don't know, I was just wondering if there was any present system to care for people in unfortunate situations. Thank you.

[And he remains smiling for a few moments more, before lurching forward to grab the device.]

Speedwagon out.

shootaro

[Shoes. Black and white sneakers a good distance away, sticking out of a large... box? The camera pans away to show to no one on the other end, just a comically large saw, and multiple, brightly-coloured blurs keep cutting in on either side of the image, before he turns the camera to show his decidedly unimpressed expression.

He seems to be lying flat on some sort of surface, just his arms and head out sticking out through holes in yet another box. There are strings tied in his hair which are tied to brightly-coloured balloons, dragging up awry locks of hair, swaying. An absurdly tiny, off-center sparkly party hat strapped to his head finishes the look.

City of Laughter, naturally.]

... you know. I was going to ask what makes a fun party, but I guess these two clowns thought I needed a demonstration and made me part of their act.

They've been gone for, like, fifteen minutes already.

I don't think they're coming back and all my pokeballs are inside this stupid box.

How do I get out?

weekend_avenger

[The feed starts with the view of a cloudy sky, with something zooming overhead that sounds like it's right out of a Jetsons cartoon. Clint's really bad at adjusting his CALL device, but he gets it upright soon enough.

Mostly.

He's sitting cross-legged on the pavement in front of what looks like a junkyard-- or 'recycling center' according the holographic sign blinking above one of the fenced buildings behind him. There's something of clunky, mangled looking toy robot draped across his knee and he gestures with a screw driver.]

So I don't have a good history with robots but-- This little guy started following me around about a week ago. [He holds up the toy, which looks a bit like the battered love child of Wall-E and a rock em sock em robot.] And today he just sorta... stopped. [A little shake rattles it's limbs about, and yeah... it's dead, Jim.]

And I can't so much as program a VCR, so if anyone knows anything about... this sort of thing, I'd appreciate the help.

mandatum

--ll I'm saying is, this place is the pits.

[This more or less out of nowhere. A very loud statement bursting through the devices along with a cacophonous burst of Bar Sounds™. Someone is audibly quaffing. Some other people are banging what are presumably pints, or possibly horns, of ale on the table in rhythm. There is a folk song somewhere in the background about a maid who came a-wandering.]

[Audrey sounds disgusted.]

You can't just drip beer down your beard and never wash it. No, I can tell you never wash your beard, buddy. I can tell it, I can smell it, I can see last week's lunch in it. Don't play games with me. You didn't even skin that lion right. I know all about skinning. I live at a lodge. No, don't--don't start picking bacon out of it! Go home and shower. Go. Get out. And leave me your beer.

[There's relative silence for a moment (the folk song continuing on in the background, because nothing stops a folk song), then a grumble and retreating footsteps. A loud, put-upon sigh.]

There's blood on this floor. Cripes. I thought home was bad--wait, did I turn this--

[. . . which appears to be all.]

disjunct

[ A stuffed animal sits center of the screen.

The room he's in harbors just a chair, and looks isolated enough to be an interrogation room, if not for the dusty slats above him pouring in some light. It's a basement somewhere remote, but nonetheless, he seems to wave at the camera. However, his motor functions seem limited. ]

Hello! Good evening! Good morning! Whichever one you're feeling right now.

[ A slight, curious cock of the head. Once again, the mechanics seem off... and the voice doesn't seem to be coming from the stuffed animal. Someone is speaking for him behind the camera. ]

I think the best way to get to know everybody is to toss out a fun little icebreaker! Lesser-known facts! No one likes being the shut-in at a party. So...

[ "He" clears his throat. ]

( cut for length! )

notthaticequeen

allergy cream

goddamnit I did it again

shootaro

[CALL]

[The call begins with the sound of something flapping incessantly, as if blown by very rough winds. It soon settles into eerie howling. Pleasant!

It's not entirely a creepy silent call, though, and soon enough, a cool and quiet, young-sounding voice that's a bit hard to place, filters in:]

—one hear me? Sorry, the wind picked up.

I'm going to check out the temple.

Will anyone else be coming? I won't be needing your help [—rude.] I'm asking for your safety. I don't advise sneaking up on my partner and I, unless you don't consider your soul valuable.

[End call. Not so much as an introduction! He thinks he owns the place, doesn't he?]

unnamed_chars

[ ...the jingle sound is more like a thump today. ]

[ The speaker for the day seems to sound nervous, and it's clearly not the usual announcer. They also seem to be reading almost directly from a card. ]

Hello, listeners. This is [ *static* ], filing in for [ *static static* ], reading off the news for the Seven-Fold City.

The folks over at McAran Tower are running their annual expo this week, showing off the latest in communication, teleportation, chronoportation, and AI technology here in the City of Tomorrow. Badges are available free at the front desk for interested parties and CALL devices users would be especially interested to know that there's a whole booth dedicated to CALL device development for interested parties.

Down in Shadow, St. Jude's is doing their annual thrift market for the next couple of weeks, offering space for folks to sell their old belongings with a percentage of the profits going to help finance the church's work. If you have some things to get rid of, or you're looking for an interesting bargain, it's not to be missed.

Kingsport University is offering a few free summer classes for those interested. The offered classes include Esoteric Runes Through the Ages, 13 Mad Poets You Shouldn't Read Out Loud, How to Survive a Tentacle Attack, You Know You're a Fishman When... and lots lots more. Knowledge seekers who don't have a terribly high regard for their personal safety should definitely check it out.

Over in Sorcery, it's hatching season for the dwarf dragons in the Dark Forest. Wise travelers are advised to watch their food and supplies if traveling through the City. They're also warned to keep a watch on their things to ensure that a baby dwarf dragon doesn't stow away. They can grow up to be as small as a cat or as large as a horse, but they start small, after all. [ Inherent offer: pick up a baby dragon! ]

Apparently, Phi Upsilon Kappa is having a wet t-shirt cont--

[ cough ]

That is not news and I'm not reading it. But beware water balloons, togas, and of course, flamingos anywhere near Laughter.

ANYWAY, reports have come in that strange howling noises and soft weeping has been heard coming out of the Temple of the Ancients. No one is quite sure why or how or when, since it doesn't seem to be consistent or continual, but if you feel a shiver going up your spine around a strange looking temple, well... there you go.

And lastly, it appears that there's a Love At First Site in Nicholson Park. Reports are disagreeing on the site, exactly, so it might be best to avoid the park entirely if you don't feel like falling into a potentially temporary love with the next person you see.

Which finishes up the broadcast and can I go now, please?

[ *quick silence* ]

Oh thank goodness. So now there's going to be music. Enjoy the music.

"Starships - a multifandom space vid by bironic" (Watch on YouTube)

cosmetological

[ It's not often that Thomas goes for the video option, mostly because Thomas generally prefers not to be remembered as anything special and anyone looking at him will definitely see something special. Even dressed as he is in a hard hat, a t-shirt and jeans, dirty and a little sweaty, he more resembles a workman in a porn movie than an actual worker. But it's clear enough that he's actually working with the other folks renovating the space. ]

Hey, everybody. So... as you can see, I'm doing this thing. Soon enough, there'll be a Coiffure Cup right here in the City of Tomorrow and let me tell you right now, this officially makes it unacceptable for any of you to have a bad haircut. Seriously.

Anyway, [ he waves off all the nonsense from a moment ago and rubs at his nose where some of the dust is tickling ] as you can see, we're chugging along here which means, that party thing is definitely on. In fact, as long as everything goes according to plan here, we should be good for grand opening in a couple of weeks.

So consider yourselves all invited to said grand opening party, which is going to be in the hotel a block over from this place. Coordinates are included attached to this message, of course. Free food, free booze, free coffee, and coupons for free services at the salon.

[ private to Harry Osborn | TEXT ]

We're a few days out from painting if you've got some time to work out what we might want to put on the walls.

american_alien

[ Clark had been hoping and checking and even begging for his CALL device to turn on for three years. He'd checked dutifully at least once a week to see if the damn thing would get out of it's funk and he'd always thought that having it turn back would be a day he might just throw a small party over. Today, however, was not that day. Not when the soft beep of the CALL device turning on was almost covered up by the blaring klaxons of literally every alarm on the small plane blaring in his ear. Which was fair, really, since they were three seconds from making a water landing.

Suffice to say that Clark didn't actually get to pull out his device until later. You know. AFTER he's gotten mixed up in literally the stupidest thing he's ever heard of.]

Okay, one? I really missed you guys.

And two, has anyone here ever heard of Bruce Wayne or Oliver Queen?

lightmagic

[ Lily is shockingly familiar with this sort of technology for a witch from 1981, but perhaps that's to be expected if one considers her recent history. This place is so vastly different from everything she's had to deal with lately that when she appears on the feed it's with an air of someone that's both exhausted and relieved.

She hardly looks like someone that's spent her last several months in space; her bright red hair's pulled up into a messy bun and her clothing is definitely a product of her proper era. There's a cat prowling around in the frame as well. Still, she's been looking around and figuring things out and still hasn't found a satisfactory answer to her biggest question. ]

Hello, everyone. [ A wave. ]

I've been asking around, but I can't seem to find a proper answer quite yet. I thought I'd ask people that may have experience with it. I see that on these devices there's an option to go "home" but what if you've arrived from a place that isn't your home at all? Do you go back to the place you last were, or do you go to your proper home? I understand the question is a bit unorthodox but I find I really must know. I would test it myself, but unfortunately I'm not in a position to be able to do so.

[ An explanation of that doesn't seem to be forthcoming: instead, she cants her head and smiles, ever gentle, ever pleasant. ]

Thank you very much.

[ And exeunt Lily and Cat. ]

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unnamed_chars - WSFC - Broadcast 0009 - October 16
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unnamed_chars - CALL Device Update
kittened - [accidental Video] CALL: UN:Smoaked [Backdated to before the broadcast]
unnamed_chars - WSFC - Broadcast 0008 - September 21st
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roberteo - video • CALL • un: themeddler
shootaro - 002 [video | CALL | un: ghostprince]
weekend_avenger - [02] CALL.net : VIDEO | UN: Hawkguy
mandatum - one 🌹 audio | un: audacious
disjunct - [CALL | Video | un: monokuma ]
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shootaro - 001 [voice | CALL | un: ghostprince]
unnamed_chars - WSFC - Broadcast 0007 - August 10th
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WSFC - Broadcast 0008 - September 21st

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CALL Network | un: Barnes

001 [voice | CALL | un: ghostprince]

WSFC - Broadcast 0007 - August 10th

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