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[The video clicks on to a young-looking male, who waves cheerfully at the camera.]

Testing, testing, is this thing on ~ ?

[He laughs, amused, knowing full well that it is. He's not technologically incompetent, after all.]

What does everyone do for fun here? Do tell, I'm so curious to know. Where to go, what to see... ~

[He's smiling as he speaks. Anyone who knows him might call it an infuriating smile, but it comes off as cheerful and innocent and he waves again, before the video feed clicks off.]
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[The camera first focuses on Katherine's rather unimpressed and exhausted face.]

How am I supposed to understand most of this when it doesn't even cover a single thing I recognize? Blood, I know, everyone knows what it is and that it keeps us alive and losing it is very bad, but-...

[She turns the device around, and the image resolves from the blur of sudden motion as it auto-finds a stack of three medical books, ranging in target readership from roughly ages eight to twenty.]

But all of these break blood down into these...cells and things. What are these cells supposed to be? And phlegm and bile come from entirely different places and-...

...why does none of this so much as mention effects on temperament?

[The feed goes dark as the device goes face-down on the table, and judging from the sounds of it, Katherine's rested her head beside it. Her voice is muffled, in this case by her arms.]

Am I poking about in the wrong direction? Should I be looking at magic instead?
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[personal profile] humble_pi
Good evening.

Having found one of these devices after my rest cycle, I admit to being a little wary. It's not exactly sharing much. But having read some of the entries on this network, it appears you may be in a city very similar to the one I've been stationed at.

With that in mind, does anyone happen to know the law enforcement status of this Seven-Fold City?


[ He's been considering a transfer lately. Might as well explore his options, after all. And he's gotten used to organic beings enough that the idea of heading straight back to Turingville isn't as appealing as it might have once been. ]
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[It's not exactly the introduction McCree was expecting to make - not that this whole thing is anything he would've expected to begin with - but after hassling people over poetry, it's time to get down to business.

And he definitely has the time to spare.]


So does this kind of shit happen here often? [He gestures with the lit cigar he's holding.] Just casual news posts about serial killers, rounded off with fancyass coffees?

[He pauses to take a drag, mulling it over. Maybe it's not his place, but something needs to be done.]

Is anyone else gonna hunt that bastard down, or am I gonna have to do it myself?
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[personal profile] leaderoftheresistance
 [John Connor is busy exploring the new call device he had received,looking it over several times and getting used to the device and it's apps. ]

[He turns toward the camera on his phone and begins to speak]

This is John Connor, Leader of the Resistance against Skynet.

Where and what time am I at?

I have a war against Skynet to get back to.
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[personal profile] caduceusoncall
[It's an exciting day for the wandering doctor. Today, the outpost has given her a tent and an adjacent half-collapsed shack to live in and work from. Two months of hopping in and out of the cities, seeking inns and hotels and motels everywhere she went. Two months since she was thrown head first into the Seven-Fold City. She settles down at her new "desk", a recently bleach-scrubbed plastic table, and props her CALL device up on some books.

The screen flickers to life, and the face of a plain-clothes Angela Ziegler is made public. She clears her throat and begins, in a distinct German accent:]


Hello! Some of you may recognize me already but for those of you who don't, this will be half introductory and half informative. I am fairly new to this world - I've only been here for...two months? Maybe a little less. I have extensive training as a field medic and surgeon, so I have been traveling from city to city and offering my aid. You may call me Doctor Ziegler...or Mercy.

[She hesitates before saying her old call sign. Does it make her Overwatch again to use that name? No, she decides. It's who she is and it's a name she'll remember to respond to automatically. She squares her shoulders and looks straight into the camera.]


This is an announcement to let any of my previous patients, or future patients I suppose, know that I am now officially set up in the Outpost. I am reachable at any time through this device, this network, or by in-person visits to my station. Should I be absent on a call in a different city, contact me digitally. If you are not able to do so, please ask someone near my station to contact me for you.

[A bit redundant perhaps. Her shoulders relax and her smile softens. She says one last thing before she reaches out to turn the camera off. A gentle, motherly voice. A blessing.]


Stay safe, stay healthy. I am with you.
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[personal profile] alkhimia2i
[Being holed up in a safehouse as she is, Ana is a little short on stimulating conversation. As much as she might want to resist engaging in this strange magical cellphone, she doesn't hold out for too long. After all, from what she can tell, these people have no idea who she is.

What she posts comes in two pieces, the first a series of lines in Arabic text followed by a helpful translation in English. The second piece is commentary.]


ﺃﺩﻣﻨﺖ ﺍﺣﺰﺍﻧﻲ
ﻓﺼﺮﺕ ﺍﺧﺎﻑ ﺍﻥ ﻻ ﺍﺣﺰﻧﺎ
ﻭﻃﻌﻨﺖ ﺁﻻﻓﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻤﺮﺍﺕ
ﺣﺘﻰ ﺻﺎﺭ ﻳﻮﺟﻌﻨﻲ ﺑﺎﻥ ﻻ ﺍﻃﻌﻨﺎ
ﻭﻟﻌﻨﺖ ﻓﻲ ﻛﻞ ﺍﻟﻠﻐﺎﺕ
ﺣﺘﻰ ﺻﺎﺭ ﻳﻘﻠﻘﻨﻲ ﺑﺎﻥ ﻻ ﺍﻟﻌﻨﺎ
ﻭﻟﻘﺪ ﺗﺸﺎﺑﻬﺖ ﻛﻞ ﺍﻟﺒﻼﺩ
ﻓﻼ ﺍﺭﻯ ﻧﻔﺴﻲ ﻫﻨﺎﻙ، ﻭﻻ ﺍﺭﻯ ﻧﻔﺴﻲ ﻫﻨﺎ

I was addicted to my sorrows,
Until I became scared of not being sorrowful.
And I was stabbed thousands of times,
Until it felt painful not to be stabbed.
And I was cursed in all the languages,
Until I became nervous of not being cursed.
And all the countries seemed the same,
in that I neither see myself there, nor do I see myself here.


I came across this while reading, so I thought I might share it. No particular reason, except than I found it to be moving. I wouldn't mind hearing your opinions.
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[personal profile] american_alien
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?
notthaticequeen: (interested thumb-biting)
[personal profile] 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.
weekend_avenger: (down? cv)
[personal profile] 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.
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[personal profile] 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: (still a weapon?)
[personal profile] notthaticequeen
allergy cream

goddamnit I did it again
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[personal profile] 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?]
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[personal profile] notarambler
[Sam appears on camera looking deeply confused, but not all that freaked out]

So that's the last time I just toss a phone in a drawer and ignore it, because I think grabbing it just saved my life. Long story, but I was about to get shot in the face when I hit the button that  said TRANSPORT. Now I'm not sure where I am, but it looks like a scene out of Indiana Jones or something...I think.

Dean...Cas anyone?
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[Hi! here's a crooked camera angle of Clint, he sort of looks like he just woke up-- or just had an exciting brawl with a box of bandaids. Either way it's not a good look.

He scratches at at least a day's worth of scruff on his chin and reaches to straighten his CALL device out... it's still crooked but A for effort, right?]


So this lets me talk to all you guys in that crazy city, right? Cities... place, wold? I kinda got the run down -- and had a look around? Also pretty sure I almost had to fight a dragon but...

Um. Hi, I'm Clint and I'm the new guy?

Where do I get coffee around here?
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[personal profile] your_friend
[ The camera is a little shaky before the owner manages to settle it into a good spot and take a nervous seat on the bed in what is clearly a starter apartment. He's looks anxious, but excited, and he flutters a wave at the camera. ]

Hey, guys. I just [ he moves to reach down and pull out his CALL device from where one might grab a phone before realizing he's TAPING ON IT, duh ] found my CALL device today and I maaaaay have spent most of the day looking through the apps on it before I even started on work.

Anyway, my name is Billy and I was just kind of... I dunno, checking in? Saying hi? I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do with this thing but it just seemed like people were all making introductions so I figured, why not me?

Especially since I'm suuuuuper curious about this Seven-Fold City thing. Anybody been there yet?
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[personal profile] iron_man
Guess I should probably check in, huh?

I'm Tony and I'm still exploring this cool little device. Any recommendations on where to go/what to check out?
cosmetological: (chill)
[personal profile] cosmetological
So apparently, getting a business license and finding a place to open said business is pretty damn easy around here. I asked the lady at the front desk and she said that the 'Handwave Effect' makes stuff like this go supersmooth for 'Named Characters' like myself.

So you wanna feel like a VIP, apparently, do your business here.

So two big things: 1. does anyone on here want a job, say handling some of the coffe-making on the cafe side? or doing cleanup? Or heck, any other hairdressers, you're welcome to a chair if you want it. and 2. totally separate, but opening party y/y? Might be a nice opportunity for some of us to meet in person, have a few drinks, make friends, all that good stuff.

I promise, I know my booze.
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[personal profile] notthaticequeen
If my count of the date is correct:

Happy birthday, Steve(s).