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On the recent expedition to the Grand Reef, my readings detected a change in area similar somewhat to the phenomena known as "hotspots". In scale, this appeared to be extraordinarily large, but defining it exactly was impossible at the time as it would require further investigation and descending closer to its level.

I am putting forth this information so that those who may have theories as to what this may be or wish to come see what it is for themselves may know of its existence. I intend to investigate it further myself within the next few days.

[a pause.]

As a secondary and unrelated note, I inquire as to how you would name a mechanical companion that has expressed the desire to be named.

[the drone deserves it, okay. it does enough for her.]

forfeits

So I was wondering if anyone here is a mechanic? You know, works on metal or motors and stuff like that?

[ He's not exactly over eager to share about his automail, but he knows eventually he'll need to have it looked at, but he can't avoid it much longer. No less Alphonse has been on his back about finding a mechanic. ]

It's complicated, because what I need help with was made back in my world. We didn't really have the things this place does. The technology is pretty different, and the science... [ Excuse the wistful look, because he's still learning and fascinated by this place. ]

I have a project I'm just going to need help with. I mean, the thing I have isn't... damaged, but I just— [ He sighs, frustrated, and holds up his hand on the camera, the metal glinting in the light. ] This thing's pretty important to me, and I'll need a little help with the upkeep, I guess is what I'm saying. Does anyone do that sort of thing here?

vigilantims

[ despite the nightmares and exhaustion that's come with them yuri's been itching for excitement. one can only get so much by going and fighting monsters outside of the base. which, while fun, can get a bit repetitive.

he knows there's one person that he's been itching to get a good spar with someone (by which he means no holding back) so he goes to reach out to them.

and not realizing it the rest of the base as well. look he's exhausted and forgot but the confidence in his voice is there ]

Hey. You. What do you say to a good fight. No holding back. I'll know if you are. And don't tell me you haven't been itching for some excitement.

[ because if he has the other person bound to be too right? .... and other people in the base in this case.

come. accept his challenge even if it wasn't meant for you he'll take on everyone here. ]

lefthandfree

[Well, Bucky’s reached his limit. As if the calm in T’Challa’s palace wasn’t already nerve-wracking enough, he’s now on a veritable life-long vacation by comparison, and there’s no training facility in the damn base. Shadow boxing only gets you so far. He doesn’t like drawing publicity, but he’s running out of options, and he knows better than to ask the obvious suspects, especially since variety is good and bolsters adaptation on the fly.]

«Don’t suppose there are any fighters around?»

«Name's Barnes. James Barnes. I’m looking for consistent sparring partners. One hour sessions minimum. No weapons, just straight hand-to-hand and close quarters. Willing to taper strikes and throws as needed, but it’s straight sparring and not a lesson.»

«If you're interested, let me know.»

abide

[ Truthfully, he's a little unsure about addressing the people here with an AI who is always lurking. Without any real proof to believe anything that's been directly passed on to him, telepathy is (mostly) out of the question too; it's strange having more than his own thoughts in his head. Besides, this feels too close to home to warrant a repeat of those incidents. Still, a rundown of things seems like the first step in the right direction. He gives a thin smile. ]

Hey, everyone. I know this has probably been said before, but I'm willing to take that chance. [ A short pause, and he's firm as he continues. ] Back home, it was my job to help keep people safe, and I think that's a good place to start here too. I don't know much about what's out there, not yet. But if we work together, I'm confident we can protect each other and anyone else who needs us to be there for 'em. If anyone's got info on that or if you might be interested in doing a little recon around this place, let me know.

By the way, the name's Rogers. Steve Rogers. [ Maybe he should have said that before the mini speech, but semantics. ] I can meet in person if that's easier too. I'll be around if anyone needs anything. [ Another break, and he looks off beyond the video. ] Thanks for your time.

lefthandfree

( Well, this is awkward... )

lefthandfree

(A) 0800: awakening + Monolith recon

[Well, ain’t that just damn peachy. He closes his eyes and sinks into a deep sleep, hoping he’ll awake to a clearer head and Steve still in once piece, but wakes up to find himself in a completely unfamiliar place with technology that seems like it’s from one of the films Sam made him watch. It’s eerie as hell, but one thing is clear: this ain’t Kansas anymore.

He explores. The place he finds himself in is awfully deserted despite being so advanced and clearly useful to someone. He doesn't know what to make of all of it but catalogs the information away in his head as he goes from room to room, examining and gleaning all his technologically ignorant mind can. He can think of a few people who would have a field day cracking open the panels and playing around with cables, but he has difficulty finding any reason to try, especially with only one hand and a complete lack of experience.]

(B) 1300: jet ski ~~+ explosions~~

[Convenient is the word he uses, even though it shouldn't be. He would normally be more concerned, but the obvious lack of human presence makes him a little less wary or concerned about taking what he can. He manages to figure out how to get the jet ski running after some investigation, and takes a few minutes playing with the controls to figure out how best to operate it without both arms.

There's a guidance system, and it locks on to what seems like its place of origin. There's not much else to go off of, so he takes it.

But also jet skis are fun, he learns much too quickly. Somewhere in the middle, he wastes an hour figuring out how tightly he can turn and how many waves he can hop and dive under. The freedom is cleansing. Not even a day before, he could remember thinking he may never have liberty again, but here he is with no one to stop him, and there's joy in that. He's still having fun by the time he reaches his destination, but he'll take what he can get before all of it gets taken away again (which he imagines will be all too soon).]

[Fascination doesn't capture his awe enough. While he doubts the sincerity of his host, the computer lady as he likes to think of her, he knows better than to let opportunity fall to the wayside. He takes this chance, as soon as he's fed himself properly, to check every single room he can find to gain a better understanding of what all he has to work with (or flee from, should the moment arise). It's nothing like the palace, yet everything as advanced, peculiar, and ingenious.

Unlike the earlier monolith, he finds himself much more welcome here. It's and odd sort of happiness he finds for himself as he takes it all in. Though everything is different, he feels peace. There is no Red Book here. Maybe this is good.]

Dive In

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02 | video | asking for a friend...

telepathy.

09.01 - telepathtic broadcast

( video )

08.25 - telepathy > action - CLOSED

08.25 - action, action, action - OPEN

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