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tenrectricity

Type: Video
Sender ID: tenrectricity (Surge)
To: Public
Subject: Hikes
Warnings: Trashing Espio's room

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sos_pilot

Type: Video
Sender ID: perfpilot (Della Duck)
To: Public
Subject: missing another mother's day
Warnings: Sads!

[ The feed turns on abruptly, with the image jostling - as Della had violently thrown the device on her bed and not realized it turned on. Everyone is treated to her yelling mid-rant, as she kicks furniture and stomps about, pulling at her hair. ]

- Missed it AGAIN, and this time, it's not even MY FAULT! How is that FAIR?! Haven't I done enough? Why can't I just... why? Is this someone's sick idea of a joke?! Am I just not... allowed to be with them? In any world? In any universe? Why? Why? I... I just...

[ Her voice breaks, and she sits on her bed, burying her face in her hands. After a moment, she shuffles, and pulls out a piece of paper from her jacket. From this angle, it's difficult to tell, but it could be a drawing of three little duck boys. She runs her fingers down the image, and then begins singing softly.

Fair to say a good number of people here know Della as an adventure-loving nutjob. But here and now, her voice is filled with genuine love. ]

Look to the stars, my darling baby boys,
Life is strange and vast,
Filled with wonders and joys,
Face each new sun with eyes clear and true,
Unafraid of the unknown...
Because I'll face it all, with you...

[ Then, out of the corner of her eye - which may be tearing up - she spots the device. And can guess what happened. ]

... Aw, phooey.

[ With a swallow, she reaches over, and weakly smiles. ]

... So. Uh. Anyone know any good jokes?

[ ooc: if you'd like to tag della but not interested in something this depressing, feel free to hit me up for a quest-starter! ]

reneggadetinkerer

Type: Video
Sender ID: reneggadetinkerer (Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik)
To: Public
Subject: A proposition, of sorts
Warnings: Scheming

[Now that Eggman has been here for a few months, he's about ready to make some moves. Specifically, he's been working on a little project. It's taken him some time to acclimate to the magitech of this world, and to gather appropriate resources, but the good doctor is nothing if not industrious.]

Attention fellow riftfarers!

I realize that I have not exactly made the...best impression to most of you. And still, there are others who come from my particular sphere of reality who have warned you that I am not to be trusted.

I readily admit that I have made a great many...missteps in my time. But never let it be said that Dr. Eggman can't shed his shell!

And so, I come to offer my particular brand of expertise. Behold!

[Eggman steps back and procures a small disc. A disc that, with the press of a button, creates a small projection of five, animal-themed automatons.]

These designs might be a bit antiquated but I am offering to construct these automatons for interested parties with custom functionality! They're quite good at reconnaissance and security, but they can also be used as personal assistants and companions! In fact, if you were interested, I could scale them down and make them into fun little toys for yourself or a friend! And I am offering these "Radniks" at a pittance! Whatever you wish to pay, I will gladly accept!

Consider this a peace offering from the great, magnanimous, Dr. Eggman.

And, if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask~

[OOC: Step one of Eggman's latest scheme is happening! These bots, while not dangerous now, are part of a long term scheme! If you're interested in getting involved, please feel free to let me know! You can reach out to me on the CR meme where I have some more details or message me on Discord of plurk at

bitterbearface]

emet_sulk

Type: Video
Sender ID: emet-sulk (Emet-Selch)
To: Public
Subject: Join the Raiders of the Lost Arts
Warnings: Extremely cringe/cheesy theatrics maybe

[ It's been a little while since Emet-Selch has had cause to put on a performance. His last one - half-hearted one may argue but no less sincere - had ended satisfactorily. The curtains falling on a bittersweet end and the night passing its baton to the dawn of a new day. This performance isn't nearly so dire nor so serious. But Emet-Selch takes it seriously regardless.

After all, there's not much point in a research vessel when there's hardly any researchers to fill it.

When the video feed switches on, his smile is already in place: thin, bordering on a smirk, yet congenial. For those who know him, this is a lot more life than most of them will have seen from him in the past year. ]

Greetings, newcomers and latecomers. I am Emet-Selch. Acting captain of the Raiders of the Lost Arts crew.

[ He's holding the shellphone in true 'selfie' fashion. The vacant deck of the Phantom Moon can be seen behind him, fin-like sails furled. Keener eyes may recognise it as being docked in Eltrut. Their crew are on the island somewhere enjoying some time off.

With a grandiose sweep of his arm, he turns the camera away from him so that people can take in the ship. It's largely in the style of a Chinese junk (credit to original captain's player for the image). ]

We're currently seeking some intrepid people to join our little band. As you can see, we have ample room and quarters...

[ The camera moves towards the inner corridor, pausing in front of the kitchen, the workshop laboratory, and one of the empty cabins. ]

While research of the old and unusual is our little crew's aim, we will gladly welcome anyone who feels their niche interests are unsupported by their circumstances. [ Emet-Selch leans back into frame briefly here to wink. ] Be you poisoner, cook, or mad scientist: don't worry - we shan't judge.

[ At that moment, a strange creature pops its head up. It opens its beak and tries to bite Emet-Selch's phone and tug it away from him. There's soft cursing in a harsh, unrecognisable language before one can hear him calling to someone. ]

Professor, your bird is at it again!

[ There's some tussling and the feed cuts out briefly (although there is still the sound of two men negotiating with the robot bird). Once the image returns, it is steady. The creature is presumably being manhandled away from the camera. Emet-Selch clears his throat. ]

Ahem! Besides the usual facilities, we have a garden in which you may take your ease should your work grow too tiresome.

[ He moves towards the back of the ship now and points the shellphone camera at lush-looking smaller personal ship that functions as a floating garden. After ample time, the camera pulls back and Emet-Selch's face returns to the screen as he walks back to the centre of the ship. ]

Should you desire a more quiet, private setting, however, you may also make use of our island base. Alas, that is a place whose location I cannot divulge unless one is a part of the crew. So should you be interested, do come find us at Eltrut. We shall be docked here until tensions settle.

Ah! Speaking of which, we care not which armada has claimed you. All intellectual curiosity is welcome.

[ With one last smile and a trill of his fingers, the feed ends ~~and Emet proceeds to lie down in embarrassment for an hour~~. ]

reindered

Type: Video, Voice, or Text

Sender ID: rendered (Tony Tony Chopper)
To: Public, to everyone
Subject: Chopper's arrival
Warnings: Pirate talk?? Is that needing a warning in this game??? It's OP pirates though so. They're good guys???

[The device turns on, a curious reindeer with a blue nose being rather close to it.] Is it working? It's on now?

[And then he notices it seems to be working and tries to hide. Only to still have about two-thirds of himself still visible anyway. He is still not quite grasping that concept of cover, and hiding meaning he can't just keep peeking out like that.

Still, after a bit, he returns to the device, picking it up and tilting his head, his ears shifting as he inspects it again.]

Hello? Um....I'm Chopper. Tony Tony Chopper. I was wondering if there are any of the other Straw Hats here. If not, I guess I'll figure it out myself. But um. I'm a doctor. So, if anyone gets hurt or sick, I can try to help. I just got here so I'm still figuring this place out. But I'm sure I can manage! It's a whole new world to explore! A whole new map to discover! And lots more delicious food, like cotton candy!

[Right? He's got this. Totally got this. He isn't actually absolutely terrified at being here alone at all. And wasn't just bawling his eyes out upon finding himself initially without familiar faces. It's not like this sort of reminds him of being left alone on the Merry to look after it while the rest of the crew went off to find their precious gold.]

Okay, um, this isn't like the phones back home, I guess I just push this....?

[Cue a teeny hoof pushing the button to hang up. Look at him figuring this out!]

spinsandneedles

Type: Video
Sender ID: spinsandneedles (Sonic)
To: General Public
Subject: new phone who dis
Warnings: furries

[Sup buckaroos, this strange looking blue creature pops into focus after fiddling with his shellphone (a pun that he absolutely appreciates, good job whoever invented these). Despite the fact that he's stuck here on this weirdo wet planet with all this damn water, he seems to be pretty cheerful!]

There we go, I think... I'm just gonna assume this is recording-- Aaaand, hi everybody! My name's Sonic, I'm new here, and I'm pretty eager to dig into whatever's going on here and help out however I can! If you need something done fast, I'm your guy. Pssst, this is how you make an introduction other hedgehog, take notes.

Anyway, nice to meet everyone! And I do mean everyone. I get around real quick and I have no chill, you can't avoid me forever! That'ssss about all I've got for now-- Oh! So, asking for a friend, does anyone happen to have any spare like, pool noodles or y'know, floaty things. That float in water? I-- that is, my real friend that I have that I'm asking for kinda swims like a boulder. And this planet is like, really wet? Sooooo.

Yeah! I'll catch you all later.

wherethereislight

Type: Voice
Sender ID: wherethereislight (Shadow)
To: General Public
Subject: A Warning
Warnings: Warning for Egg bullying

Do not provide a man name Dr. Ivo Robotnik anything he ask for. That man brings nothing but ruin wherever he goes and creates. The least he has to work with, the better for the rest of us.

[That's it, that's the message. No introductions needed.]

reneggadetinkerer

Type: VIDEO
Sender ID: reneggadetinkerer (Dr. Robotnik)
To: General Public
Subject: Introductions
Warnings: ~THEATRICS~

[The first thing you might notice on the screen is a bulbous pink nose. A nose from under which a massive, aburn, magnificent mustache extends off to either side like the bristles of two enormous brushes. Only then might you notice the glint of dark spectacles completely enshrouding the eyes of the one beginning this broadcast. As he pulls his shellphone away, you get the full picture; a rotund man that simply exudes the aura of a mad genius.]

Attention! As loathsome as it is to admit this, I appear to be stranded on this overly moist macrocosm like the rest of you. The accommodations I've found myself in are abhorrent, frankly, and I refuse to live like a deckswab. As such, I'm taking it upon myself to begin searching for more appropriate facilities so that I might continue my work. If anyone out there knows of any...let's say...recently vacated warehouses or factories...or, better yet, an island that I may lay claim to as my own, I can repay you with the knowledge that you've helped secure the great Dr. Ivo Robotnik a place where he can properly work. For the betterment of...everyone.

Apparently. Pah.

Oh, and if there's anyone out there versed in this "magitech" I keep hearing about, make yourself known! I'll have you disclose your findings so that I might better ascertain the nature of this technological power. Better yet, if you have anything worth disassembling, bring it to me.

But don't expect compensation!

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