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[To put things delicately, it has not been an easy handful of days for Rosen, what with his team being falsely accused of being Red Flag while he personally had been kidnapped, had his face stolen, and on top of that the kidnapper decided to give him a shoddily done hair cut so his hair, while short, is oddly longer at different patches. Furthermore the possibility of a breaking point between Alphas and Non-Alphas being met violently in the near future weighs heavily on his mind.

Therefore it goes without question that the abduction to a strange world and the welcome wagon of rust monsters and bewildering individuals armed to various degrees was the last thing he needed right now.

And for this reason he spent the first several days primarily trying to find his bearings and to not get himself killed.

But now a couple days have passed and he girds himself against his sense of exhaustion and disorientation to make an announcement.

For anyone who knew him before he disappeared, he looks significantly different. Clean shaven. Healthier. His clothes, while still english-professor-chic, are well kept.]

Hello...um...My name is Dr. Lee Rosen.

[A pause as he takes a moment to remember exactly what it was he was going to say.]

I will keep this short and to the point. I am a doctor by profession, more specifically I am a neuropsychiatrist who specializes in patients with...well...unusual circumstances. But what I am guessing is more significant to our current circumstances as I understand them is that I am qualified as a physician. So...if there is need for one...I am...well...I am offering my services.

[More out of a fear of letting himself be idle for too long in this bizarre place than out of a genuine sense of generosity or solidarity.]

Aside from that, I have read the materials available to me about this place and I have already gone through the cycles of confusion and denial about the existence of this place to begin with so all I ask now is if you have any additional information you think someone new here should know...I'd be grateful.

[An awkward nod]

Thank you.

(ooc: Rosen disappeared about a week prior to the intro log. So if you want your character to have noticed, please feel free.)

stonebird

I have a delicate matter I need to discuss with a lady; preferably one who comes from a modern era. (Since her era has been called "medieval" more than once. Surely humanity has progressed in this...?)

I thank you in advance for your time. I would also like to -

(This is more difficult.)

A great Elf has left us. He was very dear to me and I will miss him for the rest of my life.

barold

[There's a fidgety middle-aged man on your screens, a bespectacled man who looks like he has absolutely no clue what he's doing. Evidenced by the fact that only about half of his face is even in frame.]

Hello. Uh, no that's... G-Greetings! No that's worse...

[He sighs.]

Okay. Say that you, uh... completely hypothetically... haven't really seen your significant other in a while. Couple months. 'Cause of somethin' you did. Hy-Hypothetically. And you're hypothetically lookin' to get'em a little somethin' now that you're uh, back together again. Just a little present, like, nothin' special, j-just somethin' nice t'show y'love'em.

Your hypothetical significant other also already has everythin'. And they're magic.

[Barry hasn't gotten any answers yet, and he already looks demoralized.]

Any suggestions would be appreciated. Uh. Thanks for yer time. How do I make it stop record--

vocarrah

[Huh. Ianchus is using the texting function for once.]

Is somebodyy near the souhern cliffs of thE NOrthern island? I'm in need ofF some assistance. Thank You!

hot_mes

This is an open call to my crew.

[is he too lazy to send individual private messages, or does he just not care? Por que no los dos? It's very piratey either way, Law sitting with the flag on his wall framing him perfectly like a real captain.]

It may be too late to stop some of you from throwing yourself at the gods, but I don't need that kind of help. Gathering food and water is a novice-level task, our ship is in progress, and I have no need for magical sails when we have a magic-user who can control weather. If you absolutely must go to them with hands out like beggars, at least get the one thing we can't manage on our own: the containers for the fragments. [thoughtful pause, shifty eyes] A map wouldn't hurt.

The gods seem to believe we're incapable of this task even after we've demonstrated our strength and hardiness in that two-week battle against the Null. Had we been transported to the jungle or to the snow, I would happily take advice from those who've lived extensively in such climates and have experience. But, we're in a world of oceans and islands, and that's where my expertise comes in. We can do this. Believe in me.

If you've already latched onto one of them, at least make your own damn decisions about what you're willing to feel. Don't let yourself get carried away. Leave the god-provided boats and provisions to the rookies who are going to want to make their own voyages.

[his own tone is all over the map, never settling on anger or hope or any one thing for too long, and his words are deliberately chosen. Man, it's hard not mentioning one of the gods by name, it takes work!]

boats_n_hoes

[ Floki was furious. Never had he felt so passionately insulted before! It was as if everyone on these stupid Islands had been brainwashed!

He had heard several peoples views on the Gods most just called them that for ease as no one truly believe them to be deities at all, yet here everyone was, joining forces with them like loyal little followers!

No, he had had enough! Something had to be done about it. Unbeknownst to Floki, he himself would end up being a puppet to a false God here too. ]

May all your ships sink! Your sails be struck by Thor's mighty thunder and tore asunder from the pounding storms and howling winds! I dare you to cross Floki! Come, come to me so that I might shower upon you my burning rage! False Gods and false people are one in the same, you're all going to die in your quest of lies and unholy adventure!

[ He spat off to the side. Oh, he was enraged! Never before had he seen so many people willing to engage in blasphemy, it was enough to send him into a fit of rage-fueled murder!

Gods help anyone who crossed him and his homemade boat today, he was in no mood to tolerate anyone's bullshit. Especially if it had to do with the current activities of the City. ]

prophesiedone

[Don't question a bored ~~Jedi~~Sith. Anakin is balanced on a large rock, surrounded by other, smaller rocks, that are floating. His lightsaber flashes, slicing through the circle of rocky opponents in one motion. The pieces tumble back to the ground in unison.]

I'm thinking about taking on new students if anyone is interested. I stopped giving lessons and -

[That was a mistake. He can't let himself feel hopeless anymore.]

Anyway, if you have Force ability, I will be able to tell with one meeting. And if I can't find anyone that fits that criteria, I'll just give defense lessons.

Ask me any questions; I can train and talk. [He is already raising more stones into the air, swinging his lightsaber as if it is merely an extension of his arm.]

puzzlingly

if a chicken says
"all chickens are liars"
is the chicken telling the truth?

fifthreturned

All right, folks. We saw what the Null you guys are hiding said - and hey, maybe not the best idea, you know? They're kind of trying to murder us all. But as it turns out, at least some of what it said is accurate. But that doesn't mean it all is, and believe me, the Null are more than smart enough to use half-truths to mess with you - to mess with all of us.

So we're pretty divided on this, to say the least. A lot of us think it's stupid to listen to anything a Null said, since again, they're kind of trying to murder us all. But some of us are willing to try it, since you'd be on the line instead of us (not super nice, but hey) and then Hope pointed out that some of you are already trying to find ways to cross the waters and go searching.

Also probably not a great idea to do that on your own, but y'know, he's the one who'll have to resurrect you, not me.

Long story short, since our opinions are pretty divided, we figured we'd let you weigh in, and as I'm the most neutral, I get to listen.

Convince me that we should go search using the information the Null gave us, and we'll provide crafts for you to use. Or convince me it's a terrible idea, and we won't.

Man, I'm already tired just thinking about it. Not too long-winded, okay? Go.

drabsolutelynot

[Rosen hadn't expected to be making another announcement to the network so soon after his last, but feels it is important. This time, however, he does not opt for video.]

I do not know how many of you met Kat in her time here...

[His voice sounds tired and perhaps has the touch of an emotional waver]

...but I am, um...

[sorry? sad? He's never figured out just the right way to express that feeling when someone is sent home. He's not <i>sorry</i> that's she's gotten out of this place but he is sorry that he could not know her for longer. Couldn't do more for her. And if hard pressed he'd probably have to admit that he was sad that the house is now empty of her boisterous and at times bewildering presence.]

She has gone home.

pocketspa

[When the camera turns on, it’s obvious this is not a coordinated message. The whole picture is blurry, bits of light hair and dark skin coming in and out of frame, along with a lot of shuffling as the camera is passed around and laughter can be heard off screen. Finally, it focuses in on what appears to be Taako and Lup… definitively on top of one of the god’s temples. This is the third day of a party bender, but somehow, they still only look messed up in all the right ways.

The camera is now being held steady and a bit away from them, thanks to some useful magic, especially from the way Taako is swaying. With the phone so nearby, there’s really no reason for yelling, but watch them do it anyway. Lup cups a hand around her mouth and just shrieks.]

EAT MY WHOLE ASS, DELIGHT!

[This whole conversation seems like it’s going to be yelling, because Taako follows up very quickly, and at the absolute same volume.]

You see this?? We-- we threw the party of the year. The century. And nobody-- nobody needed those emotion-sucking liches’ help at all. We are fuckin’-- fuckin’ INCREDIBLE!

[Lup throws up an arm before she’s dropping it around her twin’s shoulders and dragging him in close.]

What he means to say is, fuck off! We declare ourselves the new Delight of Hadriel! The old one is out an’ we are so in.

[Taako staggers as he gets pulled in, but his face is red and he’s laughing, even if he has to hold onto her a bit for balance.]

WE’RE BETTER GODS! YOU’RE NOT EVEN REAL GODS! FUCK OFF!

[Lup snorts, equally red-faced and totally trashed, before she’s laughing so hard her whole body shakes against his.]

GET DUNKED ON!

[Taako detangles himself from Lup some, approaching the camera in a way that looks like he’s trying to walk with a swagger, but it’s obvious he’s just absolutely wasted. He reaches for the phone, as if to turn it off, and… misses entirely, taking a step sideways to reconnect, and then just goes directly out of frame. There’s a smashing noise as he hits the side of the building and some muffled yelling as he just falls right off the damn thing. On the upside, he still sounds like he’s laughing, so he’s probably not dead or even unconscious even from his new position on the ground. Finally, he yells, his words barely able to be heard.]

Lup, the hat worked!

[And the video finally cuts.]

[ooc: taako is blue, lup is red, and we'll be responding with 3 way threads!]

stonebird

(Drawn to the shore again, Sansa is perched on a rock with an open book in her lap - or, rather, an open journal in her lap. She is writing fluidly, recording her experiences and her thoughts. At any point, she could disappear and leave only the journal behind, she knows, thus there isn't anything too damning on the pages.)

I should begin writing songs again. (She pauses and smiles, glancing out over the sea.) There are days that I don't feel much like singing. I can't really explain why I feel that way. My situation here is far better than it ever was on Westeros.

(But...)

I feel as if my life is on hold. (She sets her pen aside and absently examines the ink on her fingers.) What do you value in life? What makes it worthwhile for you?

(Private to Lady Jeyne.)

Would you have dinner with me? I think we have much to discuss. My brother was...is...very dear to me. What happened to him changed my life forever. (Does Jeyne feel the same way? Sansa wants to know.)

(/)

hot_mes

[much as he really should wait and learn more information generally, Law feels like he has enough to go on to make this...declaration. And question. Mostly question but there's some solid plans up in there too.]

Is there anyone present with the capability of building pressurized underwater vessel technology and passable engines from the parts we have at the lab? If not that, what about breathing apparatus for underwater exploration?

Without a submarine, at the very least we'll need a vessel capable of holding up to lengthy journeys and containing supplies for the trip. Curufin, Floki, it's time we got working.

[those who know him well might note the lack of his casual -ya on those names]

I'm sure our hosts will be on this soon enough, but I'm not waiting for them. I'm also not planning on taking the entire city on a pleasure cruise. When I form a crew it will be of the most capable and functionally useful sailors, fighters, and explorers only. And the position of captain is already taken. [S M U G] As is ship's doctor. I could use a navigator so long as their experience isn't solely a set of stars that don't exist here.

01101110

Hello!!!!!!

[Name] knows it is not supposed to talk to you anymore but this unit has accessed memory from before the infection! The Null had asserted that the majority of the people of Hadriel wanted to go home and said that they'd help you, is this correct? Is this still true? Because I think I can help you!

I do not want anything in return, except maybe for you not to kill [Name].

The city has moved around so much that getting concrete data is difficult but my scanning capabilities are at 79% and I'm beginning to get results from my efforts.

[Retrieving Data. . .]

I have found the ninth god.

The parasite is at [x,y], twenty-four feet underground, beneath what you would call the Colosseum. It is kept in a small room underground, hollowed out from the earth. The body is circular, six feet in diameter, and is constantly moving.

Fragments of its body are also on the ocean floor, within a four hundred mile radius. Two complete pieces, one in multiple pieces. Fragments do not have the same energy signature as the parasite but is composed of the same material which has not been located anywhere else in this city or on the surface of this planet.

Locations are [x,y], [x,y], and [x,y][x,y][x,y][x,y][x,y].

[End]

There! I hope that helped!

so_dark_a_road

[ On the south shore of North Island, Ignis Scientia and Curufin Fëanorion stand in front of a stack of boards. The construction of the North Island pier has commenced. It will be a low, narrow, and simple structure, but solidly built. Shovels, picks, hand-crank drills, and sledgehammers are leaned against the embankment, where it is obvious that some earth-moving is already taking place in order to accommodate the structure as it goes up. The logs that will stand upright to uphold the walkway are already cut and shaped and are ready to be driven into the muck at the bottom of the water. Saws, hammers, pliers, and other tools are stacked neatly in their bins near the lumber, and cans of nails and fasteners. Gleams of sunlight break through the clouds occasionally, although a faint mist lies on the water, and the breeze is slight. It's a great day to work, not too hot and not too cold. ]

Welcome to our humble construction site! We intend to make life easier for anybody who uses a boat. Now you won't have to moor offshore and wade to get to the beach, just tie up at the pier and stroll along the walkway. When we're finished here, we'll move on to the other islands and do the same, so that everybody has a place to dock. We have some highly skilled people lined up to work with us already, but everybody who can dig or wield a hammer is welcome. We'll find you something meaningful to do!

[ They also won't mind if you show up just to cheer them on or serve the food. There are some tables with sandwiches and drinks, but the workers won't object if you bring more. ]

[ OOC: Ignis or Curufin or both will respond, and of course feel free to mingle! ]

[ And the post title is a quote that I mangled, from Criss Jami's Killosophy. ]

prophesiedone

For a kid who grew up in the desert, this is...something. [Anakin is pretty awed by the islands, okay.] The Force is so strong here. I don't know if it's the waves, the islands or...what. But I like it. It's much better than being dried to a husk in the heat.

[Seriously. Excessive sunlight was old when he was a baby.]

Should we be...fishing? What do we use? [Can everyone stop partying so they can, I don't know, eat? Survive? Does he need to punch a shark in the face with his mechno-arm? That might be a great way for him to lose his remaining arm, actually. Anakin, no.]

vocarrah

Hadriel!

[Ianchus is almost breathless, excitement flushing his face as he speaks rapidly to the camera. His eyes are practically glinting.]

I've had the most wonderful idea. A party--a celebration! Of all of you, of us!

It'll be at the Hot Springs--ah, Lady Rey, would you be so kind as to grant me some barrels of your alcohol? And I'll arrange transportation from any other islands, of course. I would hope that anybody with a boat would be so kind as to share it.

[His words are imploring, and yet somehow give a hint that there's no room for argument.]

Please come! You are all invited! Come, drink, be merry, revel in yourselves, in each other! What better place than our own open-air springs, no?

...Ah, and food, there will be food too. From the orchards, and from our little stores, of course--but bring whatever you wish! Still, I assure you, I will take full responsibility as host to ensure that you've all you need!

So! Please! It will begin...ah, tonight, then, tonight! At the eighteenth hour!

[He pulls back and gives the camera a little bow, still grinning.

He never did mention when it would end.]

feelslikeimspilling

[ Will doesn't have a boat, not even one that he could spruce up a little bit. Maybe the people on the Island he's stranded on took them all before he started looking? What he does have, however, is an old boat engine, yes that's right, a genuine boat engine he's fixed up and into working order. ]

Hows that song go again? I got the cards but not the luck. I got the wheel but not the truck- or eh, well, I got the engine but not the boat in this case.

[ It was what seemed like almost a whole year ago now since Will received the item from home. Miriam Day was the one who found it and returned it back to him, Will had been tinkering with it since then, managed to fix it up pretty nicely. Now hopefully he could put it to some good use. ]

I er, I need a boat. I'm on the West most Island, where the Colosseum and Hope and Fear's temples are. I cant find all of my animals over here and believe they might have gotten themselves scattered during the shift...

[ So far, Will had only managed to round up about half of the 14 Fenic Fox he'd rescued prior to the City relocating. Needless to say, it was stressing him out. ]

I can help fit this engine to the boat, make it go faster. In exchange for a little boat trip across all four Islands, that is. I'm not bothered about it after that, you can keep the engine.

magician_king

Okay, I guess I'm a little overdue for this-

[Here goes nothing.]

My name is Quentin Coldwater. I'm a magician. I used to teach at Brakebills, and for a while, I lived in Fillory. I've got a pretty good grounding in physics and mathematics, and interuniversal travel. Normally I would consider myself able to claw my way out of this shit, but no dice this time.

Is there anyone here who knows anything about any or all of the above?

[He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a nervous habit.]

I would like to get the fuck out of here, if anyone has any, uh, inroads on that one. Novel, I'm sure, but we've all got to start somewhere. Cheers.

boats_n_hoes

[ It's been a little while now, since Floki arrived in this world. He's had a lot to deal with, emotionally when it comes to the Gods here. Believing that any interaction, involvement or acknowledgement of them is a direct insult to his Gods, the real Gods!

It's also taken him a while to get used to the communication devices. Floki is fluent in Runes, one of the lucky and knowledgeable Vikings that managed to teach himself how to communicate through them. Floki could read and write, understand and create tales through this means, yet the phone device he was given? This was all new and strange.

So, here he was. The first appearance over the network sat in what looked like a beautifully crafted, ornate wooden Viking boat. The head was of Fáfnir, the mythical Midgard Serpent. Floki slumped against he neck of the dragon, a smirk-like sneer pulled over his lips. He placed the phone on the side of the boat, freeing his hands so that he was able to pick up a rather large wooden statue he'd handcarved himself. ]

May the Alföðr himself, bless my boat.

[ Raising both arms to the sky, fingers twitching in random movements, a strange chirp of a giggle left his lips before he stroked the statue with one hand, a gesture of praise with his other, moved down his forehead before kissing the knuckle of his thumb. ]

The true Gods should be pleased to see someone still worships them. I shall be blessed a bountiful life so long as I reject these false deities... And you should all be wise too, turn your back on their lies, for Odin is forgiving of the ignorant and blind but not those who will turn their backs in blasphemy.

[ Turning his head aside, Floki spat at the ground as if he was so disgusted in what he was saying, disgusted that people here fell for the glamour these so-called Gods had them under. ]

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