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[vorrutyer]

[ Byerly, a handsome fellow with a hard-to-place accent that just sounds a bit different, is lounging on a couch. The angle isn't entirely flattering, since he's filming himself while laying supine, and so there's a view sort of halfway up his nostrils that is a little bit too much information. A bottle of brandy dangles from one hand, and his voice is slurring just a bit. This fellow seems quite drunk. ]

Bonsoir, you grunting peasants and cultureless rubes, and happy Winterfair to all. For those of you who are cultureless monsters, Winterfair is a time when gifts are exchanged and joy is had. My gift to you is that I won't call any of you peasants again for the duration of this broadcast. Winterfair was also the last Emperor's birthday, or thereabouts, which meant everyone had to give him their taxes for the year, but mine's not till later, so you don't need to pay me till then. I'll let you know when taxes are due. Start saving up now.

So what should you all give me instead? I suppose to begin with you could entertain me. What do you say, my cream puffs - a little game of two truths and a lie? You know the rules, since the rules are literally the name of the game. Go on, play with me, do. I'll start. I'm currently rightful Emperor of Barrayar, my great grandfather Pierre once showed up to a Winterfair ball soaked in blood to send a message, I'm terrible in bed.

Anyone who opts out of the game, I'm going to assume they're simply too in love with me to speak with me, so don't play at your own risk.

[ He winks, and then lifts the brandy to his mouth - and it apparently goes down at a bad angle, because he sits up, coughing and spluttering and getting alcohol down his front before he shuts off the feed. ]

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[beknight]

While we don't yet fully understand the process, over the past few months it's become clear that any of us could return to stasis at any time. In some cases, more than once. And while I'm sure we all have family and friends from our worlds we hope to see — sooner rather than later — those of our acquaintances from the many others represented here shouldn't be remembered as just faces in those pods.

I think it's well past time we organised ourselves a little to keep track, if only to expedite that process for all of us. To that effect, I've set up a noticeboard for refugee use.

​​​​[ GPS ping to an area on Thesa Station, the corridor leading to the mess hall. He’s already put up photographs of Charles Xavier, Kara Danvers, Kate Bishop. ]

I'd appreciate any names you had to offer.

​​​​[ bye charles :C ]

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[fuelthefire]

[This video starts with a man's eye. A little bit squinty, a little bit bloodshot, and framed by some kind of...mask?

Krieg pulls back from the device a little bit and yeah, it's definitely a mask.

He's still uncomfortably close (for other people) to the camera, but he doesn't know that, and if he did he wouldn't care. He has important business to discuss.]

The Badass Grandpa owes me a fight and a drink!

I'm ready for both!

Order doesn't matter!!

[Each statement he makes is louder than the one that precedes it. Indoor voices are for other people.

Could he have perhaps private messaged the aforesaid Badass Grandpa instead of broadcasting to the network? Absolutely. Does he realize this? It's hard to say. Would he care if he did? Definitely, absolutely not.]