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[Stitch has been working very hard on setting up this grand event for everyone! There are cords running out of several businesses, connecting to speakers and what appears to be an electric guitar. A very small one. He made it himself.

Now, Traverse Town, are you ready to rock?

Stitch has made nice with the moogles and one of them is holding the communicator for him, and he clears his throat - a decidedly human gesture he's picked up - to get everyone's attention.]


The king has arrived.

[He strikes a pose and smirks a bit at the camera, which actually looks pretty creepy, considering. But it's his best Elvis impression. The best one a small blue monster can manage.]

Stitch dedicates this song to Lilo and his circle of friends. Stitch will never forget any of his family. Aqua, Stitch will remember.

[He scurries back to where the guitar is and picked it up, plays a cord to make sure everything is set, and then starts up. He plays Elvis's Devil in Disguise surprisingly well, and he's even been kind enough to have the voice of the record playing in the background so you don't have to listen to his singing.

ENJOY THE SHOW!]
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[Whatever reason the Qui-Gon opened the video feed for was interrupted before he could say a word by the sudden unexpected sight of two things headed his way. Those two things being his apprentice and a rather lengthy and strange stripped furry creature. The answer of just why Obi-Wan was chasing the creature became apparent as it drew closer to him, the silver casing of Obi-Wan's lightsaber catching the light briefly from where it stuck out of the critter's mouth.

Placing himself within the creature's path, it skidded to a halt seconds before it would have crashed into him and he rescued the purloined weapon from the weasel-like critter's mouth. His expression somewhat amused as he looked from it toward Obi-Wan.]


You seemed to have lost something, Padawan...
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[When the video feed actually opens, the network is treated to a view of a rather scenic location within the Land of Dragons. The man it's focused on doesn't actually seem to be aware that he's being filmed. Qui-Gon is seated on a bench, dressed in a rather elaborate set of clothes, his hair resting loose for once around his currently pale face.

Just why he's being filmed perhaps isn't apparent until the feed is adjusted to show the small white birds currently seated on the man's shoulders and the one arm he has raised for them to perch on, seemingly content to just sit there in silence and observe them just as they're currently either investigating him or watching him from their various locations. Despite the hectic events which have been happening lately and this more recent unexpected change of apparel and appearance, perhaps the scene has been filmed to show there is still peace to be found in the worlds if one cares to look for it.]
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[After the moogle has shown Luke around, he's taken a few minutes before turning the communicator on. The Darkness had done something to the timelines of other worlds, apparently. It was a great temptation for Luke to just call out for his father and see when he had come from. Maybe it was early enough, maybe he could save him. Really save him. But what would the far-reaching consequences of that action be? Would it only make things worse somehow?]

My name is Luke. I am a Jedi Knight with the Alliance. If anyone else survived the destruction of the forest moon, please check in with me.

[He pauses.

Father... Obi-wan...

Do either of them hear? Do either of them even
know him?]

And if anyone can tell me anything more about the Darkness and this place, I would appreciate it.

001 | Video

Oct. 8th, 2011 07:27 pm
[identity profile] sand-sucks.livejournal.com
[He still doesn't buy the idea that their worlds are gone. Someone would have sensed something. He would have sensed something.

But there are other more important things to worry about now. Like finding two people, one he's been assigned to protecting.

And what about his Mother? What happened to her? Was this what his dreams meant?

When he looks into the video, he's tense, on edge. His voice comes out terse and demanding and if anyone looks past his shoulder, they'll notice a Moogle making a quick escape from the young man.]


I'm looking for a woman named Padmé and a man named Obi-Wan. Where can I find them?

[A pause.] Can either of you see this?

[Another long pause. He runs through all the options in his head. But he's never been one for waiting around, and being cautious at this time would just be impractical. Every moment spent away from Padmé just puts her in more potential danger. And...he doesn't want to think about it.

Thinking just makes him angry.

The way he sees it, going out and searching is the best possible thing to do.]


I'll pilot one of those...gummi ships until I find you.

[He feels a little stupid talking when there's no answer, but he figures it would be better to let them know for when they see this. Glancing to the side, he shuts it off.]
[identity profile] stitchedfull.livejournal.com
[A day ago, a little menace arrived in Traverse Town. But before the moogles could give him his communicator - or anything else - he had scurried away. He and the moogles had exchanged choice words before he'd left and the moogles had become sidetracked with another newcomer. They really hadn't thought about it... until they woke up the next morning with permanent marker drawings all over them.

So have a video of two very decorative moogles, yelling at the little blue monster who has shown up to admire his handiwork.]


Hey, kupo! You come down here right now, kupo!

Naga takabah!

Oh, for the love of great Mog, kupo. Stop using that strange language, kupo!

[Stitch is clearly delighted by how upset the moogles are, and he chuckles.] Chunga bey!

Don't worry about him, kupo. Just leave his things here and lets go take a bath, kupo.

But...our jobs, kupo!

Do you want to wake up tomorrow with your fur shaved, kupo? I didn't think so. Let's go, kupo.

[There's a bit more arguing before the moogles leave the various items for newcomers on the ground and wander off. They better start bathing now, because it'll take a lot of baths to get Stitch's scribbles off.

After a few minutes, Stitch comes down from the side of the building he was clinging to, and peers into the corner of the camera curiously. There's a long minute or so of him just looking before he grins, showing all of his sharp little teeth.]


Ashi salaam! [A pause and then he waves his little clawed paw like he learned on Earth.] Hi.

[And with that the feed ends and Stitch is off to cause more mayhem in Traverse Town. Maybe sometime soon everyone's left shoe will be missing. Or the sewers will back up. Oh, the choices!]
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So that's it. My entire world... gone. My country, my people, everyone...

[A teenager in red and gold clothing slumps dejectedly onto the steps in Traverse Town's first district. A moogle carrying the communicator is hovering beside him.]

I'm sorry, kupo. For now, you'll have to make a new life here!

[Zuko looks up, showing his mismatched eyes; one side of his face is covered with a burn scar. His anger flares as his gaze fixes a little above the camera onto the moogle.] I didn't want a new life! How many times do I have to lose everything?!

[He moves to stand abruptly. Bad decision; the still-fresh wound in his midriff jolts and he has to sit back down, gritting his teeth in pain. The moogle flutters beside him, worried.]

Are you okay, kupo?!

...Yeah. [Zuko runs a hand through his hair, obviously agitated.] Sorry. Getting mad at you won't fix anything. [He accepts the proferred phone from the moogle and looks at it with a blank expression.] What are you giving me?

It's a communicator! Maybe you can contact your friends with it!

How--? [He's curious, even in spite of his situation. He presses a button experimentally-- and the feed ends.]
[identity profile] aangin-loose.livejournal.com
[There's a happy looking face with a big tattoo on the forehead peering close into the camera.]

Hello! Um, I'm Aang! Has anyone seen a big sky bison or a flying lemur? I sorta lost them when I came here.

What Nation am I in? The nice moogle-guy said that I'm in Traverse Town, but... is that Fire Nation or Earth Kingdom? Normally, I can tell which one I'm in.
[identity profile] formerasgardian.livejournal.com
[The comm cuts on - and shows a moogle. Who looks very, very panicked indeed.]

Help, someone help me, kupo! This new arrival just attacked my partner, and now he's--

[Cue a shadow. A rather large shadow. And the Moogle dropping the phone with a squeak. It clatters to the ground, still running, showing everything happening above it. That large shadow? Belongs to a very well-cut man with blond hair and beard, and with the clearest baby blue eyes anyone could possibly imagine. He bends down, his glowering expression boring into the moogle, making it shake with fear--

And then the man very delicately puts the moogle's injured partner on the ground, suddenly looking quite apologetic. Said injured moogle looks like he was just smashed into a wall; he's literally flat like a pancake at the moment.]


I...apologize, small creature. I thought you were the black demons attacking me once more.

AH!! I-I mean...k-kupo, no! We're not Heartless, we're Moogles!

Moo...gles...

[Durr what those. The man narrows his eyes in concentration, trying to process this information.]

Are you moogles native to the realm of New Mexico, then?

New Mexico? No, this is Traverse Town, kupo! Your world is...uh...

My world?

[It's really hard to break this kind of news to someone who looks this intimidating. And so the frightened moogle backs away from the very scary-looking man, who stands up. He looks around for a moment, before shouting in a clear, loud voice.]

Good people! If there be any around to hear me, I humbly apologize, but it is of great import!

I need transportation back to New Mexico, if this not be that realm. I must try and warn the people of this sudden scourge which attacked me and my friend unjustly. A horse will suffice, anything of that size will also do. I will...take an ow-toe mobile if need be. But I must leave.

[A pause.]

Also...if you know of a man named Erik Selvig...Dr. Erik Selvig, he was with me. He's...somewhat inebriated. I humbly ask you not attack him in such a state if he challenges you! He isn't-

[At this point the feed ends.]
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[Everyone say hello to Padmé's diplomatic face. She's been at the Disney Castle for a couple of days, working with the king, but now she's back and taking a few days to enjoy Destiny Islands. She grew to like it during her brief stay; it was the perfect place to take a couple of days to herself.

Anakin would enjoy it as well... It reminded her a lot of the exotic landscape of the lake house around Naboo. But she brings good tidings, so she pushes the thought from her mind.]


Everyone, I'm here to bring you all some good news. I've spoken with King Mickey, and we've decided it would be best to create an organization dedicated to welcoming and assisting refugees. It's important that we see that everyone's cared for in the time spent getting your worlds back, and the smoother we can make the transition, the more free others can be in seeking answers to this phenomenon.

So, I'd like to announce the formation of the Refugee Resettlement Coalition. It will see to the needs of newcomers, and will help all refugees find homes on the various planets. If you'd like to assist with these things, please let me know. I would love to find volunteers to get this started.

[Filtered to Golbez;]

I assured you I would let you know if I learned anything of import. Well, I've learned a bit, if you have the time to spare.

[Filtered to the Jedi (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Starkiller) & Tidus (who has earned her trust);]

In light of these events, I'm in need of seeing all of the worlds. I understand most are dangerous; if any of you could join me, I'd be grateful.

[And back open to everyone!]

[Barking fills the sound of the feed for a moment, and when Padmé glances down she sees the little creature that's begun to follow her around ever since it saved her when she arrived back on the Islands. She smiles and bends down so she can pet it, focusing the video on the Growlithe.]


I hope it's all right to befriend the wild life on the Islands. I'm not sure what to call him, but he protected me from some Heartless earlier. If he doesn't belong to anyone, I think I'll keep him. He kind of reminds me of someone.

[The feed shows her fond smile for just a moment before she shuts it off and returns to playing a laid-back game of catch with the puppy Pokemon.]
[identity profile] futurefab.livejournal.com
First Zell and Rinoa, and now Cloud and Zack... Rapunzel, Yuffie, Locke...

[She really hadn't meant to make a video that started out sounding so dejected, but it'd already turned out that way.]

When people leave these worlds, I wonder where they go? What I want to believe and what the reality is likely differ. But whether they find their way back here or they've safely made it home, I hope they're happy.

[She'd say more, but chirping takes over for a moment. It seems the chocobos are hungry.]

Oh, these were left in my care with Cloud's disappearance. [She turns the camera to show the chocobo chicks, and leaves it on them while she fixes their lunch.] I can care for them both - we raised them in my home country - but if Cloud spoke to you about taking one, I'm all ears. I'd like to keep one, at least. But I'll warn you--Cloud got them hooked on sweets.

[How a chocobo could stand to eat pie was still beyond her, but they loved it.]

And should anyone need a place to stay, I have a few rooms for rent in Radiant Garden. If you're helping out the Restoration Committee, I can even offer a discount!
[identity profile] blastingzones.livejournal.com
[Appearing on the feed and getting straight down to business, Leon gives the feed a single nod in greeting.]

So. I've been hearing about some of you guys wanting to join the Restoration Committee. Frankly, we could use all the help we can get. ...I would have done this sooner, but. [A shrug.] Been a little hectic.

Here it is, then. If you're interested, reply to this message with your name, your skills - fighting or otherwise - and what world you're living on. Who knows. If we get enough interest, we might be able to set up a little something on each world. Radiant Garden's not the only one that needs help.

[And he leaves it at that, promptly turning the feed off again.]

001 Video~

Sep. 18th, 2011 09:57 am
[identity profile] spiritofguardia.livejournal.com
[ A man with messy blonde hair and brown eyes appears in the video looking more than a little confused as he tries to figure out the device he was given.]

Yes...I believe it to be working now...but is it relaying a message yet? Oh! Yes, I think so.

[He stops fiddling with it and looks into it properly, his demeanor turning more formal.]

Excuse me, my apologies. My name is Cyrus and I have, really, only just arrived here. I was informed this place is called 'Traverse Town' and that there are many like me who do not normally belong here.

Is this the case? And, if so, what else can those of you who fit that description say of this place? I must admit, my curiosity is strong and I would like to know as much as I am able to learn of my new...home...as I suspect I will not be returning.
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[Oh, hello. The feed seems to be wedged back somewhere on the control panel of a gummi ship and it's shaking wildly. But look, there's Starkiller and Obi-Wan in the pilot seats and Obi-Wan is trying so hard to sound serene but--... holy mother of the Force, the ship is crashing!] --don't care if you have to think of baby rancors, please try to smile?

Baby Rancors? [Starkiller still finds it hard to believe this ship runs on smiles and happy thoughts, it just doesn't seem possible. He could keep the ship from crashing.]

[Obi-Wan glances over at him shortly.] --I don't know! [It was the first thing to come to mind!] Ler--

Don't. Start. [Leroy again? He'll never live that given name down.]

[Obi-Wan grins in spite of himself; he really has grown fond of that name.] Starkiller, we are going to crash if you don't think of something happy. And fast!

[Starkiller rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, doesn't look like he's going to smile anytime soon.] Relax, Jedi. I won't let this thing crash.

Oh, for the love of--... We're plummeting at an alarming speed towards a planet we didn't mean to land on and you're telling me to relax when you could have prevented this in the first place. ...Wonderful! [Obi-Wan is struggling with the controls, trying to get the ship to stabilize somehow.]

And I told you I wouldn't let this heap crash. [Starkiller's very sure of that. Perhaps too sure sometimes. That brought about a semblance of a smile.]

[The ship's power blips up a tiny bit from that sort-of smile, but not much. Vrooooom, they're flying into a very sunny looking world! Obi-Wan goes quiet, just hoping Starkiller knows what he's doing. He stays calm, but he's oh so very tense; his voice reflects that, as well.] Whatever you have up your sleeve, I suggest you start doing it now, please.

[Instead of a verbal answer, the clone reaches out with the Force, attempting to still the ship. This was no different than a TIE fighter. He was met with a lot of resistance, but even a ship that ran on smiles was no match for him. It comes to a sliding stop in the middle of the desert.] Ships don't need to run on smiles, Jedi. [Smirk.]

[Obi-Wan is just... staring at Starkiller. Did he really just stop them from crashing with the Force? His mind, it is utterly blown. ...Aaaand then he's suddenly grinning again.] You could bring a whole blasted ship down on my head whenever I call you Leroy and you haven't yet.

Would you like me to? [No one should have this much power at their fingertips, yet here he was not even thinking anything of it.] Any idea where we are?

...No, that's quite alright. [But the smile doesn't disappear.] Judging by the desert, I would venture to say Agrabah-- oh. [Obi-Wan notices his communication device blinking.] It must have turned on in all the chaos. [He's gonna reach over to turn it off now. Click!]

(ooc notes: Color-coding is Leroy Starkiller & Obi-Wan!)
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[Padmé has listened to every word the moogles have told her, and it's long after they've left that she finally turns to the oddly-shaped communicator. She's wounded, but she turned down the creatures' offers of help. Whatever pain these wounds might cause her hasn't registered to her; a very large part of her is numb.

She knows the dangers of making a public call for help; if the bounty hunter that's after her made it here as well, she's little more than a sitting target for him without Anakin. But if she doesn't do something, her fears will never be put to rest--or confirmed.

So when she turns on the communicator, she's wearing a grim expression.]


I am Padmé Amidala, a Senator representing the thirty-sixth regional state space of the Galactic Senate. The planet I was on-- [she pauses for hardly a beat, but she can't bring herself to say its name;] --met with misfortune. Though it seems this isn't uncommon, it's imperative that I'm contacted by any Jedi that might have survived.

[She won't name Anakin by name; she can't even attempt it.]

If there are any others that can hear me... Please, tell me what I can do to return that world, and any others in the galaxy. I'd do anything to help them.

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