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[respirations]

( ooc; set before all the event stuff because life has been a hell prison for me, sob. )

∘ PUBLIC:

( Everything begins with a shake before one equally shaky (and somewhat wheezy) sounding man appears on screen. Considering Eddie literally met a handful of people while spitting blood everything― this is something of an improvement! )

Uh, hey― my name is Eddie. I'm new here, sorta. Someone told― well, I sort of figured out based on reactions that I was here before. I don't remember this, uh― this place or any of you aside from my one friend from home. I'm sorry about that if you knew me or, you know, I spit blood on your shoes earlier at the bar.

( There is another wheezy sound as if he was close to coughing but manages to reign it in with another harsh swallow. )

If there's anything you think I should know then feel free to let me know and―

( And with that the picture shakes as his device falls to the ground, bouncing before hands appear and Eddie curses. )

This has got to be some fucked up clown shit― ( And the video cuts. )

∘ PRIVATE TO RICHIE:

Please tell me you're still around.

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[obmanchivyy]

[ Well, she was biding her time in hiding to go break some friends out of prison — she hadn't even picked out a color to dye her hair, or a style to cut it, to make herself not as identifiable on first glance — but sure. Planet detour it is. ]

I can't say I've ever had a detour located outside of the Milky Way before.

[ Some dry sarcasm. But also truth; she's never been on another planet, let alone galaxy or universe. ]

I'm going to keep this brief, so let's just get to it: I don't suppose anyone can assure me that governmental agreements and such made in our own worlds don't have any standing here?

[ Asking for a friend and all. (She's the friend.) The question gives away the fact that she's new here, and well, if the Sokovia Accords do have standing here, she's prepared to go way back underground. ]

If any of my friends are here too, I seem to be assigned to a ship called First Breath.

[ Natasha-speak for 'you know where to find me if you need me, and also I want to see you in person ASAP so move your asses over here please and thanks'.

And then she finally, a bit abruptly, cuts the video off. ]

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[hashtagparkerluck]

[ The person in this video is a kid. He doesn't look any older than sixteen and he's wearing a gray shirt with the word's 'Y'all need Science' His curly hair is half slicked back and half sticking but don't worry about that. ]

So... obviously I'm new here. I'm Peter-Peter Parker and I'm probably gonna be grounded for like fie thousand years when I get home so that's not awesome.

Anyways, uh anyone know if it's even possible to get something like a pizza or idk like a taco or something? Something rich 'cause I'm like starving and really craving that junk food.

[ He pauses a moment, trying to decide if there's anything else he should address but ultimately decides there isn't. ]

Anyways, guess I'll see you guys around? Bye.

[ He clicks the feed off. ]

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[burnyoudown]

[Where did he even start with this?

He wore a pair of white-rimmed sunglasses even though he was indoors, and he raised his right arm, showing off the splint he was wearing on his forearm. It wasn't the same as a cast, he didn't know if it did the job as well, but it was the best he had.]

I've been dealing with this shit for a while. Is there a hospital here? Anyone who knows what they're doing with medical shit?

[He should probably clarify better-]

It's broken.

[And it was far more important than the cut on his other arm, which had more or less healed already thanks to the weird shit that had been going on most of the last few weeks. He was worried it was going to scar, but he'd also rather have a scar than a broken arm.]

Been that way for a while. A few weeks? Something like that.

I don't like asking for help, but-

[He shrugged, dropping his arm out of frame. After a moment's pause, he ended the video.]