[ When the video starts, it shows Nate sitting behind a desk, a book in his hands, feet up on the desk, boots beating the rhythm of a song in the background - if you're anywhere from his time, you may recognize Crank That, by Soulja Boy. The desk is a mess of papers and books and pens, haphazard.

Nate looks at the camera, the spine of the book in his hands reading Cadelle Through The Ages. ]

Fun fact for you, Cadelle. [ And then he looks back down at the book, reading out loud: ]

At Clementine Cadelle's funeral in 1845, her pet parrot, (that she requested in her will should attend,) had to be removed because it was swearing. It was heard using the term 'shitstick' as it sat perched on the front pew. She apparently also had a pet bear, whom did not attend the funeral.

[ He closes the book, a crooked grin on his face as he looks back up. ]

Now, if it was possible here, I'd totally go back in time just to meet her. Tell me, which historical figure would you like to meet if you had the chance?

[The video turns on, and Steve studies the screen for a moment, looking for a hint that it's on and working like it should be.] Is this how I do this? [Someone pointed out the basics to him, but it will take a while before he's used to the idea of something that's a combination of a phone and a moving picture.

Now that he's said that, he doesn't know what to follow it with. He's used to observing a situation without drawing attention to himself.] Hello. My name's Steve. Steve Trevor. Captain. I'm a pilot with the American Expeditionary Forces.

[Eagle-eyed history buffs will notice that his uniform is that of a German officer, not an American one, but his accent is fully American.]

Was a pilot, I suppose. [Since the war's not going on here.] There's nowhere in the city looking to hire a pilot, is there?

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[the video flickers to life in the middle of robbie's living room. his smiling, clean shaven face greets one and all with a very important message.]

Citizens of Cadelle. I mustache you a question...

[in the background an audible groan can be heard, followed by the mutterings of his very unimpressed girlfriend. clearly she's not as big a fan of his terrible jokes as he is.]

It's the first of November. I'd like to invite all of you to grow a mustache with me. And maybe raise some funds for men's health. Doesn't matter if it's a fu manchu or a handlebar, come join me.

Let's see who can a: grow the most epic 'stache and b: raise the most funds and awareness.

Ladies? I'm enlisting you to be the judges of this unofficial competition.

So what do you all say? You in?

( when the feed turns on, there's a smirky-looking blonde, front-facing camera showing her selfie-style, waiting to greet her viewers; such a public broadcast isn't quite sara lance's speed (being a sneaky former assassin will do that to a person), but she's got the type of charisma that allows her to ease into a natural confidence without so much as batting an eyelash. )

Hey, Cadelle. I'm Sara Lance, a volunteer citizen here just like I'm sure a bunch of you are. And, just like I know a few of you are, I was previously a citizen of a city known for generating energy through a lot less charitable actions. ( a beat, and her teeth tug at her lower lip to dissuade a devious grin. ) Alright, maybe they could be considered charitable, depending on who you ask.

— But anyway! I decided that because I was given the opportunity to live here, I may as well do my part and try to acclimate to this city's culture. That's how I discovered The Women's Building. I can almost promise that you've seen it, but never stopped to find out what it is. Don't worry — Sara Lance saves the day yet again.

( she holds her cuddlephone out in front of her to show the massive building behind her (she's standing across the street from it to show the whole thing, covered in beautiful murals; wait, nope, she taps her screen and flips the camera around, turns so she can actually show how gorgeous the building is, uninterrupted by her face. alright, time to flip the camera back to selfie-mode, her grin wide and carefree. )

Gorgeous, right? I can promise you that the inside's just as beautiful, too — as are the huge number of volunteers that devote their time to the center. That's where people like you and me come in. The Women's Building is looking for more volunteers, to help out in any way possible in exchange for a small weekly stipend, or just to further your energy contributions to the city. It's the best of both worlds: helping yourself by helping out other badass ladies.

The Women's Building offers a bunch of services, including tech tutoring for those of you either way behind or way ahead of our current technology, wellness courses like weekly yoga and nutrition classes to help you feel better every day, dance classes, meditation, and a variety of teachers to help you learn new skills, much like what was offered at the citywide "Employment Extravaganza". ( there's a lifted hand to show off some glorious air quotes at that. ) Hell, you want some legal advice for when you're back in your world? They've got attorneys on hand for you to talk to, and they're always looking for more. Learn about managing your finances, taxes, get some assistance with the whole job thing ... You name it, they've got it.

I've volunteered as a self-defense instructor down at The Women's Building, with private classes happening as requested. I'm more than qualified — but you don't have to take my word for it. We can certainly do a demo before your class and you'll see what I mean. ( does she look a little mischievous? she looks a little mischievous.

but sara does sober a little so she can finish up this message that's suddenly becoming longwinded as hell: ) So, women of Cadelle: join me! Come volunteer. Teach a class! Drop me a text here and we can schedule a one-on-one self-defense class, or tell me about what you'd like to contribute to the organization; I know they're really looking forward to having people from other worlds step in with some more out of the ordinary skills. Hell, we can just shoot the shit and talk about whatever you want — I'm a pretty good listener, and I've probably been in your shoes before.

Seeya around, Cadelle.

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1. Who's moved?
2. Anyone here play sports?

( Because why give any context or explanation to the questions you ask to the network at large, right? )

( Daisy Johnson does not look like a person who is having a good day.

In fact, it's safe to say she looks decidedly the opposite. That might be because of the sopping wet stretch of her black t-shirt, the stains on her jeans, or the fact that her hair is plastered unattractively to her face as she leans against the alley wall outside of Deja Brew. She's tried wringing out the remaining iced coffee but so far, so not good. )

You know, maybe all the good vibes and cuddling has people all blissed out and clumsy, I don't know. But this is definitely not the first "accident" - ( She lifts a hand, moves her fingers in the signal for quotations, her arms now very obviously all gauntleted up. She's not making that mistake twice. ) - I've been involved in, the last couple of days. Or maybe, just maybe, the drinks around here suck.

( A pause, a sigh. She should just take this like a champ but she's also so very done with feeling like the bad guy. ) But just in case everyone really did have their brains rattled out of their heads the other day, I - ( Pointing to herself. ) -- did not have anything to do with the earthquake. I was trying to help. ( Admittedly, a girl with earthquake powers in the middle of a natural disaster, kind of sketch. But she's fed up of smelling like a dumpster. It's not getting her any dates. ) And if you don't believe me, well, the high school revenge is getting kind of old. Switch it up a bit.

If anyone's free, I could use some company on the beach this afternoon.

( He doesn't actually want to enjoy the beach. It's an attempt to further explore and expand on the growing archive he's making on the city and its current residents. Might as well add on some sort of attempt at intimacy or good deeds while he's at it. )