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Hello? Anyone on these things?

[There's some loud scuffing and bumping noises as he adjusts the device. This is not his preferred interface.]

Err, I'm trying to find this guy I met. Kind of tall, I think? Cool shades? I didn't exactly catch his name before he left. Or... I left. Sort of fuzzy on the details there.

Um, the point is, I really need to get in contact with the guy. Or whoever works with him? Just, someone who I can explain the situation to. There's been a serious mistake, I gotta... I gotta go.

batdweeb

{backdated: one week after arrival.}

[It's admittedly taken Bruce more time than it should have to get to the library, but he's been busy. Finding a place to stay, exploring the city, doing his best to keep his now-meager equipment hidden, and spending a lot of time (unsuccessfully) trying to trace the signal of Tacky Shade's video.]

[With this under his belt, Bruce decided that it was time to try some old-fashioned research, only to hit a bit of a snag.]

[People on the network will be greeted by the sight of a library bookshelf that is completely covered in book-shaped lumps of black gunk, accompanied by the sound of Bruce Wayne's voice.]

[Bruce Wayne's very displeased voice.]

So.

Looks like the library won't be providing any clues.

unriddling

{backdated: two days after arrival}

[A transmission abruptly broadcasts across the Network at a rather unpleasant hour, not too long before dawn.]

[There's static, first, and some faint white noise.]

[It doesn't take long for the video to shift to visual and focus--onto the Riddler's back.]

[He stands in the center of what looks like a quality hotel bedroom, but he isn't focused on much of his surroundings. He's staring intently at the blank screen of a flatscreen TV completely across the room from the eyeglass and half across from the man himself.]

[Riddler raises a hand from where it'd been clenched at his side and makes a flicking motion, once, twice, three times.]

[After a few seconds, the TV flashes three neon-green pulses back.]

[He does it again until the neon pulses start changing, almost making shapes. A few rings, ovals, the occasional angle--]

[Riddler tenses and jerks around, and even though he's at least six steps away from the eyeglass, the transmission cuts.]

de_lux

[ As dawn breaks over the Freesia City skyline, those new to this world will find themselves woken by an incessant chiming sound.

Those who investigate the device already fitted neatly over their eye will find a video message waiting from them, recorded on an "unknown" date and time, from a strangely generic person in a pair of tacky sunglasses. This figure speaks calmly, with a voice clear as a bell. ]

It is my pleasure to welcome to Freesia City, and I hope despite the mess you will feel comfortable here. You have been brought here to aid in defending this world, and you will not be alone.

Each of you has been equipped with a unique gift. Learn to use your new abilities wisely, and when this plane is once again free of darkness, you may be returned to your homeworlds.

This may seem a monumental task, but I am sure if we all work together...

Excuse me. I must cut this short. Good luck.

[ Frowning, the figure suddenly snaps its fingers and the feed cuts out. In its place, a group chat interface seems to have opened; anything posted here will ping everyone else on the network. ]

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