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[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.]

ex_break829

Man. Man. You guys are just, ahahah, just a riot. The guy tied to his bed, the guy trapped in his room, that one weird couple having a blow-out — like, hello, you know we can all see that, right? [ he gives a sigh-chuckle. ] Ahh, bandits.

Aaaanyway, just wanted to check in with everyone, say hi, introduce myself. It's Handsome Jack — yes, the Handsome is legally part of my name, yes, you can just call me Jack, though I will also respond to "sir" and occasionally, "daddy". Some of you have already met me: I'd do shout outs but I've mostlyyy, uh, forgotten all your names? Sorry, kids. Thanks for helping me kill those ugly titty monsters. There's always a job for you at Hyperion.

One last thing, promise I'll make it quick. Space travel. If you know shit about building something that can leave atmo, see me after class. If you know anything about what galaxy and sector we're in, raise your hand. If you're riding out in the desert on one'a these divine spirit quests and you think "boy, that old hunk of scrap looks like it could be useful in constructing a rocket!"? Gimme a call. There could be something in it for you.

Okay kids, that's all for now. Remember to check bloodflow to your partner's bound hands every hour so they don't lose 'em. Jack out.

lastreturned

HEY EVERYONE! I HAD A REALLY GOOD IDEA! SO, HOPE NEEDS POWER, RIGHT? AND THERE USED TO BE LOTS OF HOPES ON THIS WORLD! SOME OF THEIR POWER IS STILL AROUND, SO IF WE CAN SCOOP IT UP AND GIVE IT TO OUR HOPE, I BET WE CAN FIX SOME OF THIS MESSED UP STUFF THAT HAPPENED. IF HE GETS SOME MORE POWER WE CAN BRING BACK SORROW FOR SURE, PLUS MAKING THE CITY MORE LIVABLE FOR YOU GUYS!

SO I'M GONNA MAKE SOME ORBS AND SOME COMPASSES. TRANQUILITY MADE SOME BIKES, TOO! GRAB A COMPASS AND IT'LL TAKE YOU TO A PLACE WITH A LOT OF HOPE ENERGY. TAKE ALONG AN ORB AND LEAVE IT THERE FOR A WEEK OR SO, AND IT SHOULD SUCK IT ALL UP. THEN BRING IT BACK AND WE'LL GET THE ENERGY TO HOPE! THIS IS WAY BETTER THAN WAITING FOR A REALLY LONG TIME FOR HIM TO RECOVER! IT'D BE SUPER GREAT IF YOU GUYS HELPED US OUT WITH THIS! :) PLUS IT MIGHT BE FUN TO GO EXPLORING, RIGHT?

I MEAN, IT'S KIND OF WEIRD SINCE IT'S SUCKING UP PARTS OF DEAD HOPES TO GIVE OUR HOPE MORE POWER, BUT IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S DOING ANYONE ELSE ANY GOOD. WE MIGHT AS WELL USE IT. SO WHAT DO YOU SAY? READY FOR AN ADVENTURE? :D

bespectacledsnake

Good morning

[At present you are being addressed by a seemingly sanguine old man dressed in white linen. His beard is well trimmed and his hair well kept and when he speaks there is a very distinctive accent that gives his voice a musical cadence.]

Please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Semiyon Kleiman. I am a, well, a businessman by trade back home in Israel. Of course here I am just an old man

[His smile widens playfully]

I do realize this is a strange request, particularly as I am new and most of you have no idea who I am, but you see I am entirely comfortable living by myself for reasons I'd rather not discuss as they are very personal and I wondered if perhaps anyone here might be interested in a shared living arrangement.

[His fingers lace together]

I keep to myself and would be respectful of your privacy, you would not have to worry about me crowding you. It is more for peace of mind than anything else.

Thank you for your time.

roseofthetyrells

[the video opens on Margaery sitting in the sewing shop, three half-finished garments behind her. she's smiling, although it doesn't quite meet her eyes. she's still haunted by her loss last month and while being a child was fun, it still doesn't erase her melancholy entirely]

Hello. I just wanted to let you know that the Sewing Shop is again open for business. I've come to a deal with Tranquility to acquire fabric. I'm also available to teach sewing to anyone who wishes to learn.

[she hesitates a moment]

And I wanted to--to apologize to anyone who had to deal with me as a child. I suppose I was rather. . . full of myself back then.

stonebird

I will miss the children. (Sansa is probably one of the few that would have delighted in caring for a gaggle of kids. Okay, maybe not a gaggle. One or two would have been nice ~~until Hadriel struck again~~.) It is best if they are not trapped here.

(Her lips twitch, gentle amusement making the blue of her eyes warmer.)

Arya will no doubt appreciate this, however an apology is due to Lord Fingon. I was...quite abominable...as a child. You, on the other hand, were absolutely precious. I would not mind a son just like you.

(Will that ever be? She shakes away her uncertainty, choosing to be at peace instead.)

And Lady Margaery, I think we should have been companions from the beginning. Isn't it a shame we met so late?

wonderland_vogue

[After the last post debacle, she's being only a tiny bit more careful. Just a tiny bit.

Though she sounds bored if not with a faint hint of curiosity in her tone.]

Probably not the best time for this, but I have to ask now that I've poked around a little. How many of you here are older than, say, a thousand years or so? I'm just curious.

On another note, what are your thoughts on the... captors, I suppose, feeding on the various emotions as it were? Such a thing isn't really... uncommon where I'm from, so it's always interesting to see a new side to it from those not as familiar. We have another name for them, as well, but that is something I'll leave to all of you to be curious about.

Though I'm sure someone here could enlighten you on the term if she so felt inclined.

lifetothefullest

[After a month or so of mostly sticking to text and voice, Lance is back to video for another network broadcast. He's still looking a little unwell, but definitely better than in his last post or any time he's spoken with someone in person since then.

He was also fortunate enough to be in his apartment when the dust storm started, so he doesn't have to camp out in some public place or with people he doesn't like. Hurray! And since pretty much everyone is stuck inside somewhere, this actually ends up being a good time to make a network post to address a few things.]

Hello, everyone. For those who just arrived or otherwise haven't met me yet, I'm Dr. Lance Sweets, and I'm a psychologist; if anyone ever needs or wants to speak to someone professionally, whether about being here or otherwise, you're welcome to send a message or call at any time.

[And that usual note out of the way--]

But I also wanted to discuss something somewhat unrelated, which is the subject of creating an organized directory of who has what skills that they're willing to teach, if asked. Many here want to learn new skills or hobbies, whether due to practicality or boredom or otherwise, but it can be difficult to figure out who to ask especially if you're new and may not want to either use the network for a general announcement, or approach someone you may not know individually.

So a list of who is willing to teach what skills, and who is alright with being asked to do so, would be beneficial a lot of people here. I can compile and maintain it as a file that can be shared.

[It's not like he's doing a whole lot at the moment, having pretty much quit working at the Clinic. He seems to briefly consider continuing with another topic but then ends the feed there; the other thing he wanted to discuss probably wouldn't go over as well as the first one, and he'd prefer everyone not get distracted.]

weedbgon

hey guys when are we finally gonna name this planet? something COOL. because i got some good ones!

what if we call it "the extreme teen bi-ball"? for the two suns! or "spume"! i think spume is a pretty good one.

how do we vote on this? who's got ideas? if we get enough we could just use a different one every day. yknow keep it fresh!

[ anyway sorry, but merle is... here.

(i've come back from hiatus to say. 1. he icly forgot all about offering dance lessons probably within a week of doing it, and 2. if anyone wants/needs to discuss handwaving an old thread, my office hours are open.) ]

justmath

[Oh hey, look, it's a (fairly) new kid on the network. And he has a question for y'all.]

Hey, everyone. My name's Alvin Draper and I'm pretty new here, so I apologize if this is a question that's been asked before, but it seemed ... relevant, given some of the more recent discussions here.

[I.e., that whole "should we kill Delight" poll, which Tim is still actively side-eyeing the hell out of everyone here over. Except Lance. Lance is the only sane person here and has the correct opinion on murder.]

I'm just curious - [because he wants to know exactly what kinds of psychos he's landed with] - under what circumstances do you believe it's acceptable to kill someone, and why do you believe that?

[Please cite your sources using MLA format, thanks!]

needlebearer

[ It's taken Arya a while to figure out how to use the phone properly, let alone consider posting to the network. But there's a question that's been on her mind ever since she arrived, and she figures it's about time to get it asked. ]

someone told me that people who have died in their own world can come here and live again. have you known anyone that's happened to? have they been happy to be alive again, or angry that they can't go home?

[ A moment later, another text. ]

i dont know what any of the machines in my kitchen are supposed to do. can someone help me out?

stantheman

Does anyone here know how to do something useful like make an umbrella?

Asking for a friend.

roseofthetyrells

[The video opens not in the Sewing Shop but in Margaery's apartment where she's sitting in the middle of her bed, a pillow clasped in her arms. she's looking down from the camera and she's in a bathrobe and nightgown, both wrinkled. her hair is disheveled and her eyes are heavily rimmed with red, as though she's spent a long time crying. which she has been. a whole day and night and a new day of crying.

she tries to look up at the camera, clear her throat and speak, but the words don't come. fresh tears well in her eyes and she looks down again, biting her lower lip.

a long moment passes with nothing but Margaery fighting back tears and silent. finally, she looks back up at the camera and speaks]

I--I thought people may want to know that Matt Murdock is no longer among us. His. His help was invaluable in the time before the Null invasion and [her voice breaks] he will be missed greatly.

[she brushes a tear off of her cheek, looking down again. she forces herself to look back up and continues]

I need to apologize to those I promised garments to. I. It will be at least another month before they're finished. I'm--I'm sorry.

fifthreturned

All right, guys. I guess you probably already know where this is going. I managed to catch Delight before she could get out of here, so now we just have to decide what to do with her. Needless to say, we can't agree, and anyway what she did hurt you guys just as much as it did us.

So this decision is gonna be up to you. Obviously there are some options that aren't available - we're not just gonna let her go free. That would be pretty dumb, right? But a lot of us don't want the more extreme options, either.

We'll tell you how we feel in a reply to this. Think about it yourselves, and vote. You'll have about a week to decide.

Man. This sucks.

Poll #19227 What should we do with Delight?

This poll is closed.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Access List, participants: 66

What should we do with Delight?

Imprison her
37 (56.1%)

Exile her
5 (7.6%)

Kill her
24 (36.4%)

feelslikeimspilling

[ Will's been missing for a little while now. Hard times hit and just being able to pretend he could cope was no longer an option. After considerable thought and a short conversation with Confusion, Will decided drastic action was needed.

His memory has been tampered with, Will can no longer recall anything that happened to him after Hope resurrected him... Save from a few blurred memories of being fed his own heart by Hannibal, which was nice...

So there he was, standing in the middle of the street, blood splattered across his face, a knife in his hand and a confused look in his eyes. Sure, it looked bad and considering his history it could have been catastrophic, even Will didn't seem to know what he was doing. ]

This place doesn't seem real but I don't feel like I'm dreaming anymore... I don't know what's going on.

[ Looking up at the twin suns in the sky, their rays reflecting against his dirty glasses. He was more confused now than he had ever been. ]

People are missing- -dead... Are we not underground? I remember robots and fighting.

[ He starts to shake, nerves and shock kicking in. Slipping his glasses from his face and covering his eyes. That's right, he'd went through with this drastic change just before the Null attacked, memories were mixing, it was hard to focus.]

I can't find Winston or my foxes... I can't...

handofsilver

(If anyone saw him around his Forge in the caverns, they will recognize that Celebrimbor, unlike his Elven family, has no trouble walking about half-clad. His muscles are what one might expect of someone who does hard labor - and, now, the suns are giving him a decent tan.

He lifts a large container onto a shelf in one of the temples - it's one of the best places for it, he presumes. Water sloshes about within said container, giving away its contents.)

I'm gathering water. Tainted or not, we will need it for our most basic of needs soon enough. I encourage everyone to find water-tight containers and take what you can find.

(He wipes his brow and grimaces.)

We can go without food much longer than water. We have been through too much to lose one another.

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