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[The video turns on to show the outskirts of town, nearby is a fence of sorts made of junk Pratt collected from the Colosseum and some baling wire. It's encircling a fancy new shooting range complete with training dummies and targets and some other items that aren't immediately identifiable.

Okay fancy isn't the right word, everything is made of remnants he found and some of the targets are empty soup cans on sticks but it looks serviceable.]

This is Deputy Pratt. I know we're all busy freezing to death, but if you'd like to take your mind off that, I've finally got this all together. Range is up and running!

It's set up by the orchard, or well.. where the orchard should be anyway.

[He pans the camera towards the orchard to show where it is and then starts walking towards the range. The camera is surprisingly steady, this is someone who has filmed hundreds of Vine videos of him and other deputies doing stupid stuff on slow days. He's a pro at this shit.]

I've got training dummies up front for anyone who wants to get their melee fighting on. But uh.. try not to completely destroy them because I don't have a ton of wood to fix them up.

For the range itself I've got targets at 10 meters, 25 meters, 50 and 100. It's not perfect because I'm measuring this with my feet, but it's close enough. Spinner targets are for guns, and the bigger baled ones are dirt and wood so they shouldn't chew up your arrows too bad.

This thing is a work in progress.

[He sets a can onto a contraption off to the side of the range, stomping his foot on a pedal and sending it shooting down the lane and a little to the left. The camera gets unsteady here as he launches a knife that's far too big for this at the can and it tumbles to the ground.]

Keeps shooting them off to the side, but it's better than throwing something and then trying to hit it.

As for weapons... [He walks over to a large but very battered chest and opens the lid.]

I've got some throwing knives that aren't stupid like the hunting knife I have. A few bows. And some arrows in here. Keep them in this crate because the weather is not kind to bowstrings and you don't want these things snapping when you're shooting.

It's on the honor system because I'm not going to freeze my ass off monitoring this twenty-four seven. So try not to burn it down in the next two days.

[Please guys. He worked hard on this. Don't set it on fire.]

so_dark_a_road

[ Curufin stands on the frozen surface of the lake in front of a small wooden shed the size of your average ice-fishing shack. The door is open, and through it you can see a three-foot-wide hole in the ice with water and slush oozing out. It is easily large enough to dip a bucket in, maybe a washtub, too. There is a shelf built into the back wall which holds pails, plastic bottles, and other useful containers that he and helpers found in the shops. ]

I've got a couple of announcements. The Fire Brigade and the Elfhouse have collaborated along with some of our other friends on three projects to provide some useful supplies:

1) I've chopped a hole in the ice here, near the north bank of the lake. There's WATER available for anybody who wants to come down here and get it. If you come down through the city center past the Sewing Shop and head straight for the lakeshore, you can't miss the kiosk. You'll see it sitting on the ice, not too far from shore. We're going to come down every day and make sure the hole doesn't freeze over, so water will always be available. If you're having a hard time with the weather or are not physically able to tote heavy buckets or containers, let one of us know, and we'll fetch the water to you wherever you live.

2) WOOD for fuel purposes. Heat your house or cook with it. My brother Maglor and I and the Firefighters ripped up the planking of the piers before the gods moved us here. We dried it out and stacked it in several places for distribution: the currently empty units in Delight's Housing; the Firehouse; and in my forge shack. Let us know if you want some of this lumber for fuel or building, and somebody will meet you and help you carry it home. We also burned some of it to make charcoal, which is easy to use for cooking purposes, and that we put into sacks to hand out. My boat is drawn up on the shore of what was South Island a few days ago, and I'll offer it as fuel, as a last resort. Otherwise, I'm saving it for building purposes.

3) FISH for tasty, nourishing food! The Elves and Sansa Stark worked hard for a week preparing my last few boatloads of fish from before the move. Two fish products are therefore available. We salted and dried some of it, which you can pop in a pot of boiling water and make soup of. The rest we smoked, so it's cooked and you can therefore eat it as is. Come and get it at Delight's Housing #06. We'd also be happy to offer some of this cache to anybody who wants to help distribute it -- the Bakery? The Speakeasy? Anybody who'd be interested.

[OOC: And anybody who wants to say their character helped with any of these projects can let me know at

tangyminx and I'll edit your character into this post. Also, any character in the aforementioned list of collaborators can respond to those who comment here, if they feel like it.]

glacius

Greetings, residents of this city-prison. Now that we have been transported to a new land, an environment that I imagine must be significantly harsher for most of you, I feel that it now may be a pertinent time to make an offer.

I am not bothered by this climate; in fact, I thrive in it. [He's not going to switch on the video and show why; even after years of being stuck here, Glacius is still wary about how and to whom he reveals himself.] So, I am offering my services as a hunter and forager to those that may be worried about their abilities to provide for themselves in the long-term. There is wildlife here that can be hunted for their meat, pelt, and parts; I can procure and deliver such items to you, should you need them. I estimate that I could feed a handful of you every couple of days without risking overhunting; I am capable of providing more, and every day at that, but we do not want to abuse and deplete what resources are naturally available to us. [Every hunter should know how to respect the lands, after all—especially when they do not have not-so-benevolent god-beings to magically manifest things for them. Glacius has always tried to remain self-sufficient from them wherever possible; now it is time to help others do the same.]

So ask of me if you have need, and I will manage the logistics of providing as much I can without overhunting. I already hunt for my partner and I and regularly patrol to be sure that no threats prowl too close to us, so this is not far out of my way.

[He seems like he might leave it at that, but after a moment he adds on:] Ah, and as far as plants go... they exist, as I imagine most of you know by now, but they are sparse. I have managed to absorb nutrients from some of them, but you are likely better relying on the orchards and perhaps the gardens should you make an arrangement with their owners. I have also determined that water is available deep under the ice of frozen bodies of water, but I am not certain whether or not it needs to be purified to be safe for your consumption.

So these are my findings and my offers. Rest assured, we can survive just fine without the absence of the gods, and I will do what I can to make it so.

puzzlingly

「Here is this kid, apparently walking around the city outskirts as he broadcasts like dem cool vloggers do. The background behind him is impressive: the sky and the patches of snow and little purple grass here and there, the mountains very far behind him making it look like some kind of winter wonderland—it all goes perfectly together with the very small clouds that take shape from Atem's breathing. But, there is something off about this picture... Let's make a review:

☆ Gravity defying hair, check
☆ Insolent smirk, check
☆ Tank top, check...?
☆ No visible jacket...? Huh, check...

That's it... You can bet he is dressed just as ever ~~no puzzle~~ without looking cold at all, either he's being an idiot, or something else is going on.」

Hey, everyone, Atem here. I was wondering if anyone here could make a pet door. In exchange I could imbue your clothes against the cold.

「Ah...」

Actually, if anyone would want that just ask. Let me know on both counts, thanks!

「And he's out.」

dedikated

( There's a soft clearing of the throat before this post starts, as though the poster doesn't particularly enjoy doing this. But— )

Owe Hope some energy.

Need at least three people to tell me what brings them hope.

( This is, of course, all delivered in the most enthusiastic sounding tone you've ever heard.

... Kidding. It's about as dry as the desert they were in before this place. Monotone, flat and rough around the edges, no attempts made to sign off or offer anything more than that as she finishes the post. )

stealyoursoul

[Set after this while he recuperates in Hope's temple.]

[When Leo starts the video, the first thing to note is that he's splattered in something so dark it's almost black in color and a little thicker than human blood, more like oil than anything else. It might take a moment to realize that it is his blood, a Sunai's being different than a normal human being's. Despite it being soaked into his skin and clothes, it doesn't look like he's injured in any way. His eyes have the usual black smudgy state going on, two black stains where they should be, but even without being able to really see them, it's clear he's mad.]

Y'know, I've played nice the entire time I've been here. I've killed one person, sure, but she asked me to. But other than that I've been minding my own damn business and staying out of the high school bullshit drama you all seem to love to engage in.

So I'm gonna give all you all one final warning: if any of you fucks try to kill me again, you better make damn sure it sticks, because if I survive, the gloves are coming off. I will go biblical on this place and see how many of you I can take with me before something puts me down for good. Maybe you'll all get a fucking clue after I rip a dozen or so souls out before I'm done.

[And then he's done, snapping the video off with a curt motion. He knows this will likely get him in hot water with people, but at this point, he's done caring.]

such_a_teez

[Tyki is sitting in a mostly empty room, with a serious expression on his face. He's not one to really draw mass attention to himself or make a show of things like this. But Hadriel calls for drastic measures. While he doesn't really think of the gods as gods at all, and he doesn't think there's anyone here currently that could actually kill a Noah, he still has to think of the future for his family. And while he's alone for now, if another member of his family arrives here he wants to be prepared for things to go their way. So he's been working on a plan of sorts.

Be helpful. Be kind. Forge a better white side, a Tyki suited to Hadriel and it's citizens. Doing whatever he can to make friends for the sake of the Noah family's needs. And now it's time to set those plans into action.]

I'm not one to talk about my home, or the war going on, but we've had some trouble as of late and I think it's only fair to prepare people for what might be coming. [Tyki sighs, and shakes his head.] I've made friends here, and I want everyone to be safe. And with what might follow me from my home, that can't happen if we're not careful. [He pauses, for a moment, before continuing on.] My name is Tyki Mikk, that much is true. I am a member of the Portuguese prime minister's family. And I'm also an agent working against the Black Order. While religion can be a source of tradition and joy, in the wrong hands it has a dangerous power to corrupt and rule. And that's what the Black Order is, the catholic church militarized and made occultic. They've been known to kill children to keep them from running away. They won't even let their soldiers die, they reuse them in artificial bodies against their will. There is no fleeing from them, a draft into their numbers is until death. These soldiers, called Exorcists, wield a supernatural weapon called Innocence. They think god gives it to them. Please, be careful. They're usually brought into the flock quite young, and indoctrinated at any cost. It's not their fault, but they're more than willing to kill for their cause. And if you're not with them, you're possibly going to be seen as an enemy. [Tyki bows his head, and the video ends.]

vocarrah

My dear Citizens of Hadriel,

I'm glad to see that our circumstances haven't prohibited you from forming bonds with each other. On the other hand, aren't those same bonds difficult to navigate at times? I'm not only speaking of romantic bonds, either. Sexual, familial, bonds of camaraderie...

And I've no doubt our predicament is a unique stressor that can strain those bonds as well. And so many of you are suffering in silence. And it isn't just the present bonds, either, is it? Many of you are shadowed by your pasts, as well.

I want to offer myself as a supportive shoulder. If you've been seeking a second opinion, or advice, or anything of the sort, please, consider this an open invitation.

I care not to find out about your secrets; if you'd prefer to speak privately or anonymously, I will not begrudge you, nor doubt the sincerity of your claim.

I only seek to provide succor to those who have been needing it. Love can be...rather difficult to talk about it, can't it?

outofthefire

[the video opens on Laura sitting on the edge of her bed, legs crossed at the knee. she's dressed and madeup in full eighties regalia, but her expression is more on the serious side than playful.

she's seen multiple posts about Caedra and has learned from their mistakes. so she's playing as nicely as she can]

Look, I get why people are so worried about Caedra going on a rampage and trying to kill a lot of people. It makes sense to be scared about that. But what if I had a way to keep her from being able to kill people in the first place?

[she holds up her right hand, a ring on her ring finger]

This ring keeps Caedra from being able to kill me. So I'm willing to let someone who knows about magic to study it and try to duplicate its magic so that other jewelry and trinkets can be enchanted with the same magic and passed out to everyone. That way, she wouldn't be able to kill anyone, even if she does decide to play nicely this time and not attack everyone.

I'm willing to turn the ring over to anyone who thinks they can figure out a way to use it to keep others safe. All I ask is that I get the ring back before she defrosts.

writtendestiny

[She considers before she makes it anonymous. Poison's pride, battered as it is, still dictates that she doesn't allow herself to be seen asking such openly vulnerable questions.]

What is it called, when things that seem to mean nothing at the time make you remember bad things that have happened to you before? When you wake up at night because you feel as if it's happening all over again, even though you're safe?

I had thought that I felt safer here. I don't know why this is happening. It feels like I'm going mad.

sallyfaced

[There are probably a lot more important things going on...but the amount of stress and tension that said important things seem to be evoking is the exact reason Sal decides to make a post sharing his self inflicted predicament instead of sitting around trying to come up with something himself. He mostly just wants to talk — it doesn't matter if he doesn't find any information or help, it's just...for lack of a better word, a "mask".

Speaking of masks, there's now one masked and pig-tailed teenager peering into the phone as he makes sure it's working, sitting back when he thinks he has it. He's not used to using phones or devices this fancy. He doesn't even have a cell phone of his own back home.]

Has anyone ever like...built a birdhouse before out of something that wasn't blocks of wood? A two story birdhouse. With a couple of rooms, decent space. Uh, nothing too crazy and extravagant, obviously. But something still totally cool. Because I kind of want to do that.

You know, even if you've never done it before — because I sure as hell haven't, ideas would be neat.

redwinekindofgirl

Sooooo, guys, girls, others. What's the grossest thing you've ever eaten?

[Don't mistake this for her not being concerned about Caedra, and not being concerned about generally everything, but a recent conversation and a recent find has piqued her curiosity enough to ask the question.

For her own answer, she holds up a small, white, chalky-looking cube.]

This one's mine. It's called 'carbtien', and it's basically what we live on back home, because we can't grow enough food for everyone. It's military rations, and I don't know what they put in it, but it doesn't taste of anything and when you try to swallow it, it's like your brain forgets how swallowing works.

[Julie snorts softly and drops the cube down out of sight.]

I found a big bag of them just lying around a couple of weeks ago. Weird, right? I guess I'll keep it safe for if we ever end up starving or something. You might not thank me, though.

hoperulesdespairdrools

[Komaeda actually worked out the culprit behind Caedra's imprisonment very quickly, thanks to his conversations with said culprit. He also promised not to say who the culprit was and intends to keep that promise. However, that does not mean that he cannot do something to perhaps help sway the conversation.]

is it true? that demon who got frozen. is she really gonna be unfrozen? and the gods wont stop her if she decides to kill someone?

some people say that freezing her is gonna open a can of worms. maybe shell go after the person who froze her. but what if she does more than that and goes after everyone?

but ive heard others say we should make plans in case she does something when she goes back to normal. maybe thats a good idea? she hasnt gone on a killing spree here yet but still. what if she does? what if she decides to kill person after person she sees until she finds the person responsible? what if she has something up her sleeve that can kill a bunch of people at once? what if she makes a deal with the gods to take revenge?

im rly scared. i dont wanna die. but i dont know what to do.

wantsnudes

[The post opens with a startling image of Caedra, frozen in ice on one of the islands' many rocky beaches. With it comes a text attachment.]

The demonness, Caedra, has been brought to justice. Let her icy prison be a warning to those who would harm and torment others, and to those who feel they are free of consequences, simply because they have power others do not.

There are those who will fight back. You will be stopped.

To those who lived in fear of her, you have thirty days of respite.

[There's no distinguishing mark, no calling card, either in the post or the image. He acted independently of the Phantom Thieves, after all, so he should behave as such.]

[ooc: Yusuke won't respond to this post, but you're welcome to post reactions/use this thread if you want to poke the Caedra popsicle.]

thanks_bunches

[ Geralt has been keeping himself to himself lately, ever since the adventurers had come back from the sea with fragments of the door. The strange emotional effects that swept over the Islands seemed to have struck Geralt, catching him off guard.

He was holding something in his hands, the phone sat on a rock at his side, along with a vast amount of empty bottles of alcohol he'd brought with him. It looked like a woman's coat, old Victorian style with delicate little intricate embodiment around the buttonholes, cuffs and collar. Geralt looked somber, as if the item of clothing meant something to him. ]

I can't tell if this means she's dead or... She was here one moment, gone the next.

[ Okay, so your resident Witcher might be a little bit drunk and emotional, ~~thanks Gods.~~ He's in no fit state to be out alone right now, lord only knows what he might do when his mood changes. ]

Her scent is faint. It's still warm, traces of heat but... I can't sense her.

writtendestiny

[Poison spends a long while fidgeting with her phone, walking the borders of Carlisle's garden (but not going inside, not while he isn't there). Eventually, she sits down near one of the corners, cross-legged on a low, flat rock, and taps out a simple yet heavily weighted message.]

Do you believe in Fate?

64th

[ Cashmere's lounging at home, alone. she's usually pretty content for alone time but it's felt extremely lonely recently. ]

I know a lot of you are like me - where there's no one else from your world here. Just you. It's for the best, honestly. I could be stuck with anyone. But sometimes I miss having people around who really know me. Who understand the things I understand.

So let's get to know each other a little better. What was your family like? Did you have a happy childhood?

[ she pauses, and grins. ] And if give me a really good answer, you can come over and take a nap with me.

am_i_a_monster

[Abigail died in the deserted plot and has just been revived.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me? Is anyone out there? It's dark out. I can't see anyone. Please tell me I didn't go through all that just to be alone again.

[There's a moment of Abigail crying.]

I was dead. Am I still dead, is that what this is?

[Being alone feels like hell to her.]

hasitsthorns

[ It's inky black when the video starts rolling. The camera adjusts to the low light and focuses on Rose. It's still hard to make her out in the dark but she sits with legs crossed and guitar in hand. It's been a while. Normally, she only addresses the network when she's got something ridiculous to share with her fellow Hadrielites but today's clearly more of a somber affair.

There's the quiet count of 1, 2, 3... and a song starts to carry on the night air. She sings in time with the tune, a melancholy lilt to her voice. ]

I found God in a catalytic converter in Topeka on a Monday night. I taste blood every time I think of summer. If that's true, I'm in for quite a treat, 'cause I'm beggin' for the sun in a mid-Missouri winter waitin' desperately to get outta' town. No, you can't keep a good man down. You've been known to obsess over the future. Do you think you'll get away from the past? As you stone yourself just to make it through 'til midnight consider what you might have found; you think you've got a good thing now.

I found God in a catalytic converter in Topeka on a Monday night. Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future so you know what keeps me hangin' around. No, you can't keep a good man down. From here on, you can count on all things going the way they must've from the start. All you feel, all you feel, all you feel is the current flowing through you and seizing your infected heart-

[ There's a pause. A hitch of breath, a mistake and jumbled sound of the wrong strings. Almost immediately after, she laughs. ]

Ah, jeez. Lame. I said I wasn't gonna' cry. [ The blond clears her throat, gives a shaky breath. ]

It's been two years, give or take, since I arrived here. I'm the only one left of the Havenites. It's kind of... wild to think about sometimes. I had a lot I wanted to say, actually. A lot I felt. [ She lapses into silence again briefly. ]

I thought maybe I'd just sing instead. That seemed fitting. Despite everything, there's still... some parts of the me that came before all this. I know I've changed. Not in just bad ways, of course, but. Kind of makes you wonder, you know? A lot of what could have been, what might have been... For me, this is all there is anymore and some days I'm not sure how to feel about that.

Anyway. I just wanted to say Happy Two Year Hadriel Anniversary to me, I guess. It's been a pretty alright ride, all things considered. Here's to hoping I make it another year and however many more to come.

[ Her hand reaches out, blocking the lens and ending the feed. ]

puzzlingly

「It's been a while since he's made a video post in which he looks actually serious, he doesn't look sad for a change, just thoughtful.

When he finally speaks he does it uncharacteristically (for him) quietly, even though, firm.」

How do you deal with loss?

When people leave this place or, when you know you will never see someone you care for again?
When they pass away.
Do you try to forget about them... or... 「No, that thought actually hurts.」

What is that helps you to move on?

「If they do at all.

This has been in his mind ever since Maedhros and Celebrimbor were gone, and even way before. He didn't knew them personally, but he could see how much pain their departure had caused — only one person had made him feel that way, but it wasn't Yugi who left, it was him. Atem left them all and he cannot help but wonder, was he the cause of grief among his loved ones, the ones that survived him when he decided to give up his life, and then when he had to move on from the world of the living a second time?

He doesn't wish to think so highly of himself, but it's hard, specially when all his life the world did use to revolve around him. But he worries about those he left behind, they would be fine, wouldn't they? Heh, if only they knew he hasn't moved on at all, that he still talks to his partner in his head all the time... What a little hypocrite.」

「private text: Kaiba Seto」

Mokuba is gone.

「But Atem is sure he already knows. He doesn't expect a reply.」

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