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Good morning, everyone.

For those of you who are not familiar with who I am, my name is Dr. Lee Rosen and I am currently on staff at the clinic.

[But he's not going to go into further detail on that subject at the moment]

Now I realize this is not an ideal time for a general survey question but...

[Demons and murder should generally take precedence over personal research but then again demons and murder are not exactly out of the ordinary in this place so if he waits to ask who knows when an actual opportune moment will present itself. For all anyone knows tomorrow the gods will feel like turning this city into a bouncy castle and the week after that they might be fleeing from carnivorous flower pots on stilts.

So there's no time like the present]

...I have a simple question to ask all of you and I'd be grateful to anyone willing to answer:

Do you come from a world that:

A. Has magic/superhuman abilities as innate in all beings

B. Has a mixture of magic/superhuman and non magic/non superhuman beings

C. Has no magic, no superhuman abilities innate in any beings

Let me reiterate as per my last post that none of my questions are obligatory for anyone to answer, this is purely on a volunteer basis.

[Read: so keep your snippy complaints to yourselves. He's too old and too uninterested in your paranoia. K thanks]

restinglichface

[The broadcast opens up on Lup's bright, beaming expression, her mouth balled up to the right in a grin, mischief dancing against her eyes. For those who haven't seen the elf in awhile, she's sporting a new 'do, her usual long locks cropped short to her head, though with a little help from her brother, she pulls off the look effortlessly.

It's honestly the most excited Lup's looked in the past three weeks.]

Sup, nerds. This is your fav evocation expert sendin' out the call for ladies needin' a weekend away. Hadriel life runnin' ya ragged? Need a break from the liches in charge tuggin' ya this way an' that? Just plain ol' bored lookin' at your family's dumb faces?

[The corner of her mouth twitches upwards as she tries to hold back a laugh, before the elf is quickly adding,] --Sorry, Koko.

Then come join me on a trip outside these shitty dunes to explore what the rest of this world has to offer. Any an' all gals are invited. Just hit me up an' we'll get this ball rollin'.

[She pulls the phone away from her face so she can show off a few instagram angles, complete with duck face.] Lup out!

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Are you the people? The new hosts? Hello!!!!!!!! I am 864578 sub 5. If you like you may refer to me as [Name].

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We hurt you so much

I'm so.... I'm so angry! With myself! With my people! Why did we do that? You are just trying to survive!

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I am alone. In your city.

I am afraid.

Will you kill me if you find me? I hope you don't. I will continue to hide.

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I won't hurt you.

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Maybe

We can be friends?

dedikated

( As Kate clears her throat to begin this Very Special Broadcast, she almost wishes Faith were here again. If anyone would appreciate what Kate is about to do, it would be her.

But she isn't. Sad days, man. )

Anyone lost their Playboy? Braille edition.

( Said as casually as you would ask about someone's birthday. She could make a guess at who it belongs to, but there's no point assuming that her neighbour is the only blind person in the city. Who would assume so crudely? )

closerift

This is Inquisitor Trevelyan with a report on the findings of a group that included myself, Cole, Aren, Kate, and Sharon. We left to travel early this month and spent about seven days exploring in one of the other cities. The area that we came across seemed completely untouched, as if no one had ever lived or battled there. There were no signs of a fight at any point, or of life. We didn't find as much as a single footprint to suggest that anyone had passed through the city before our party. The only areas that gave off any sense at all were the temples, as each of us was able to feel the influence of Hope when we spent time within that temple. Still, they were more echoes than anything. We should be sharing what we've all found in these journeys, so please let me know if you have any questions or if anyone had an similar experience.

circumitus

[From the get-go, almost anyone who knows Rey might immediately sense that something's... off, about her. For one thing, she's activated the video feed, which she just about never does. Second, she carries herself oddly than usual these days. More rigid, her jaw tight. Third, there is a stone cold expression that might startle the faintest of hearts if they're so unfortunate to wake up to this face.]

"Greetings."

[When she speaks, it's even more obvious that she isn't right. Rey is not the 'greetings' type, and her tone is different as well. Her r's roll and her voice is lower. Not that she had a high-pitched voice before, it's just -- different. Those from Earth might even be able to recognize it as a distinctive Russian inflection.]

"I skip pretenses and keep this brief: It would seem our successor designated 'just Rey' has tampered with our memory core. Up here." [As 'Rey' says this, she taps the corner of her head as if to emphasize her point.] "Present designation is Operative Safronov. Is not my desire to be here. This area of operation is successor's purview. Not mine. She messed up brain. I fix it. Is what I do.

"Do not seek us. Not now. Have only vague estimate for damage. Safety could be compromised."

[She pauses, then adds:] "Looking for successor designated 'just Rey's contacts." [i.e. friends? What those are.] "Might help. Might not. I make no promise.

"Apologies for those inconvenienced by this asshole."

[On that rather blunt note, 'Rey' -- or, rather, Safronov, reaches for her device and the screen goes black. Now that she's made her point clear, she wants to minimize any chance of people seeing and discovering her current position.]

[ooc: A quick clarification -- Rey has recently jacked into her own brain to try and fudge some memories, and fudged up herself instead. This will not be a permanent thing. More info here.]

paragonbrosca

Yo, this is Aren.

[She clears her throat, awkward for once.]

So, I don't recall everything clearly, but...I know my younger self was being a sticky-fingered jerkhole. There's a lot of reasons why I was like that, but it's not an excuse, and I'm sorry to the folks that got the brunt of it. If you're still hurt, I've got poultices to spare. If you're missing something from your pockets, let me know and I'll check to see if it's in the stash. I don't know if I found everything I snagged -probably not- but if it's here, I'll return it.

And yeah, sorry about all that.

closerift

[ Guess who's back? Back again?? Etc., etc. ]

Hello, my fellow... cheerful... captives. After about a month of having no-bloody-idea who any of you lot are, I'm happy to report that Confusion's put me right, and so my memories have come back. Lots of gratitude there, obviously. It's an absolute nightmare to not remember how to do anything, in case you've never experienced it before.

So... yes. Memories are back, many thanks to Confusion, and I never did get to comment on our new home, did I? Listen - [ The Inquisitor shuffles a bit, the video skewing somewhat sideways. ] I've been here... over two years, and this is the first time we've had an actual sun. Comes with the whole leaving-the-caves situation, obviously, and while I'm glad for a bit of a change -

[ What was her point? Cecily pauses, then exhales roughly. ]

I've lost where I was going with that, so I'll just ask: what's edible and what isn't? More specifically, what here won't turn you into a maniac when you consume it?

closerift

Hi, yes, ah... I know there's... quite a lot going on at the moment, and I'd like to help with the whole... removing the infestation from the city, but I've forgotten how to use my weapon. A bit. And just about everything else as well. If there's someone who can- who has some kind of magic, or ability to restore memories, then I would be very grateful. Apparently I sort of died and lost them all, so I'm understandably eager to get them back. I think.

[ It's hard to be sure of anything in this condition, honestly. ]

All I can offer in terms of "why do it" is that I'll be much more useful with my memories back than I am now, so... there's that.

unitas

[ The video comes in clear. The young woman (young woman, she scoffs) leans her head against the wall behind her. There's a painting there, a mural of a mother and a daughter, wrapped in together in dwindling sunlight. Not many people know of this place and maybe that's why it's one of the first places she goes. First, her mother. Then, her father.

She's no lucky charm, it seems.

There's evidence that she's younger, no dark circles, lighter hair and less and dark root. She's exhausted, physically and mentally and the ash from the Otherworld still sticks to her skin.

She could bitch. She could moan. She could cry (she did). ]

So, did I miss much? [ The most obvious change to the contact list is that it now states SHARON DA SILVA instead of HEATHER MASON. She's not Heather. She doesn't need to be anymore. ]

paragonbrosca

So, I can't be the only one who's been smacked in the face with culture shock, right? Or technology-shock, because a lot of the shit that's here I've never seen or heard of and have no idea how it works. I've figured out a couple of things through trial and error, but I'm not too proud to admit most of my reaction is still 'no fucking clue'. For those in the same boat, how long did it take you to adjust? What's the craziest discovery you've made? And for those that aren't, care to lend some advice? I'll pay you in drinks or other stuff; if you've the patience to endure all my questions, you've earned it.

I've said it elsewhere, but just repeating myself now: if you're on that hit list and not that great at defending yourself, let me know. I'm pretty damn good at that, and so is the large war dog at my side. [Said war dog lets out an eager bark.]

sightlessly

[For once Matt has the video on. It's no use to him, but he wants his face to be seen this time, because this is serious. And he's furious.]

I'm going to guess most of us read the post that the ones who call themselves the Null posted. If you didn't, it's because you're on their list. The list of targets they've asked us to kill in exchange for the location of the god killer. I'm not the first to post about it either, but the louder the signal, the less chance it can be missed or ignored.

And it needs to be known.

This is the list of names as of this moment.

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Jo Harvelle
Ellie
Duck
Fingon
George Lass
Alphys
Chris Hartley
Hanako Nurumi
Seel har Parasiel
Curufin
Will Solace
Gilbert Beilschmidt
Maglor
Cecily Trevelyan
Kate Galloway
Maedhros
Calanthe
Atem
Trafalgar Law

I'm no fan of the "gods" who brought us here. I'm no fan of these null either. But I refuse to stand by while people are used as pawns and killed. This is their game, not ours.

[His voice is low. No sunglasses this time. And even if his eyes can't see, they can absolutely reflect indignation and fury. And they are. Clearly.]

If you know anyone on this list, reach out to them. Warn them.

If you are on this list and cannot protect yourself, reach out to someone you trust to help. If you cannot protect yourself, I can help. I will help. Lives are not games or currency.

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Lup Taako
Aren Brosca
Rydia
Matt Murdock

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Temperance Brennan
Terrence Ephemera
Lee Rosen
Margaery Tyrell
Julie Grigio
Kyna
Nathan Drake

[Update3.txt]
Taako Taaco
Eddie Kaspbrak

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[The following post is filtered away from... well, if your name is on this post, you're not going to see it.]

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Connection has been established.

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You have all been authorized. You will all receive an offer. You will all understand our offer.

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We must allow ourselves to be sure of your intent. We must be wary. We must be diligent.

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Working with us will ignite a war. You must be ready. You must be willing to weaken the parasites. You must work toward our goal.

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Kill one of the following members of your community who have sided against us and with the parasites. Respond with evidence that you have followed instruction.

If you do this we will tell you where the god killer is.

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Jo Harvelle
Ellie
Duck
Fingon
George Lass
Alphys
Chris Hartley
Hanako Nurumi
Seel har Parasiel
Will Solace
Gilbert Beilschmidt
Maglor
Cecily Trevelyan
Kate Galloway
Maedhros
Calanthe
Atem
Trafalgar Law
Lup Taaco
Aren Brosca
Rydia
Matt Murdock
Temperance Brennan
Terrence Ephemera
Lee Rosen
Margaery Tyrell
Julie Grigio
Kyna
Nathan Drake
Taako Taaco
Eddie Kasprak
Kain Highwind

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If there is sufficient proof of others consorting with the parasites we will allow proof to be presented. We will allow their deaths to be utilized to demonstrate alliance with the Null. We will reveal the location of the god killer within your city.

pocketspa

[The camera opens on two people, sitting shoulder to shoulder and addressing the camera head-on. Or, well... one elf and a skeleton. Taako’s face is wide in a grin, seemingly intent on emoting well enough for the two of them, and they simultaneously move to flip some hair from their faces- or well, Lup would, if she had any. The motion is still recognizable enough as they address the network.]

Helloooo, Hadriel!

[For those who remember Stepford, it might be very reminiscent of their tv show, Lup’s voice coming through loud and clear to make herself a little more recognizable.]

You’re on with the twins, and today, we have a suuuuper important thing we need you to settle.

Bee-tee-dubs, we wouldn’t even need to bother with this if my dear brother could get over himself.

[Taako gives her a look, before re-addressing the camera.] Anyway, so there’s like, transmutation magic, which is awesome and rad, and then there’s evocation, which just like, does elemental stuff or whatever, and is super lame. So if you were gonna pick one--

Yeah, no. [And Lup raises a hand to prove her point, summoning fire instantly to her skeletal palm.] Deffo cooler than anything that comes out of his specialization. Trust me, fam.

[Without even a response, a translucent, spectral hand appears behind Taako, and moving in tandem with his hand, floats into the frame and smacks Lup upside the head before disappearing.]

I can literally turn into anything I want, whenever I want. I can fly, my dude. I could be a shark.

Holy shit, Taako. Give up the shark thing. No one cares about sharks! I’m not trying to crush your game or anything, but pick a better animal.

It’s a fucking shark! What is there not to-- no, you know what, stand back, this is gonna be amazing. [He is, in fact, backing up to give himself some space with the intent to actually do it, tossing his pointy wizard hat to the side in preparation.]

And there he goes again. [Lup could not possibly sound less excited if she tried.]

Check. It. Out. [Taako winks towards the camera, hands on his hips, and then extends his arms, starting to emanate a strange sort of glow. But just before their audience can catch sight of what supremely awesome magic Taako is about to throw down, the camera shifts, pulled to a close up on Lup’s skeletal face. She tilts her head, as if smiling, effectively blocking Taako’s transformation from being seen.]

Y'know, I don’t think I’ve ever looked so good.

[Behind her, a loud and rather angry roar can be heard, that still kind of sounds a little like Taako. The voice that follows is much rougher than his normal tone, because it’s hard to make animal vocal chords try and speak, okay.]

LUP WHAT THE FUCK--

[It’s accompanied by what sounds like some thrashing, and then absolutely the sound of something in their room shattering to the floor. Lup somehow manages to ignore the chaos behind her completely, throwing up a skeletal peace sign before the connection cuts.]

[ooc: Taako is blue, Lup is red, both of them are purple! Specify if you want one or the other because the default is both with a three-way thread!]

closerift

[ If you've ever encountered Cecily before, then this may be the worst she's looked in a long time. There's clear evidence of a lack of sleep, along with a number of tears and general angst. ]

This is Inquisitor Trevelyan. [ She doesn't bother apologizing, as she usually does, for accidentally using the now-irrelevant title. ] With Sharon - Sharon Da Silva gone, I will be stepping in to take her place in tending the Memorial Garden. I trust this won't be an issue with anyone.

[ As if to say: "I dare you to try and stop me." ]

I'll need to add- [ "her to the memorial," she starts to say, but her throat closes. Cecily struggles for a moment, then swallows and doesn't finish the thought. ]

... There aren't many of us left. From the beginning. [ Maybe this is a sign: the beginning of the end of their time here.

She ends the feed without a goodbye. ]

torrefied

[He's put off doing this notification as long as he can, hoping against hope that she'll turn up again, that her physical absence and alias's disappearance from the directory are mistakes, that there is another explanation waiting to be found. But it's been three long days, and no sign of her. She has friends, and they probably deserve to know, too.]

Sharon's gone.

[Yes, he's upset. No, he doesn't want to talk about it.]

I'm taking over maintenance of her emergency supply cache network, but I could use some help.

[Grieving? What grieving, there's work to be done.]

handofsilver

What you have seen in the mirrors is no different from experiencing a nightmare while you slumber. The images need not be reality, though if that must be so, I encourage you to face them bravely. They are the worst, are they not? All else is, therefore, better, by comparison, at least.

(He, for one, refuses to give his enemy (one of the Enemies of his world) power over him. It helps that he is surrounded by his kin and they are daily reminders of why - and how - he can overcome.)

You are not alone in your suffering.

circumitus

delight's bar has been out of commission for some time now.
while it's doubtful that she would ever rebuild it for its original function, we'd spoken about repurposing the place into a café, just so she has her own place again.

and then she left.

was thinking that it might help if some of us got together and rebuilt some of the groundwork. hopefully before she comes back.

motivate her or some shit to finally do something with the remains.

anyway, could use some help.

[ooc: This is pretty much the IC setup for fixing up Delight's bar! If anyone is interested in having their character pitch in a little bit, just hit this or the OOC post up and we can maybe handwave the involvement.]

64th

[ the video slowly pans across the living room of Cashmere's apartment. anything even vaguely reflective has been covered with cloth taken from the city shops. she's had enough of seeing a horrible future. after the pan across the living room, she continues to walk around her apartment as she talks, just in case anyone might need further proof that it's all covered.

This is your official invitation to stop being sad and alone in your home and to come to my place for a party. There's going to be food, alcohol and music, and best of all, no mirrors allowed. As they say, misery loves company.

Who's in?

[ or you can do a log here! ]

unitas

[ It's obvious this is being filmed in one of the many temples, all cool hard stone behind her, and, given the subject matter of the video, most likely to be Hope's. Sharon does not look pleased. Furious might be the better descriptor but it's a calm sort of fury. There are a few spatters of dark blood on her cheeks, dried and cracking; old. She has no wounds just stains and memories. She leans in towards the lens and whispers: ]

So, which one of you fuckers killed me? [ Her killer could reply, he might not, but she won't stop until she finds him and returns the favor. ]

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