Entries tagged with allison argent

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Hey. I spend a fair amount of time in the orchard, weeding and taking care of plants and stuff. It doesn't need as much work as it would if we were growing it entirely ourselves, but that's no reason not to keep it in good condition. I know I'm not the only one - maybe we could start working together? Coordinate our efforts, I guess.

Plus, I don't even know if half the stuff that grows in there tastes good. I'm wondering if some of it might even be things people would recognize, but there's just so many different things it's impossible to tell. Anyway. Let me know if you're interested.

Oh - and I guess I'm on Sorrow's team. So take a couple minutes out of your day to think about what a waste of time being here is. All the stuff you should be doing at home, all the people you miss, all the shitty things that have happened since you came here and all the great things you're missing out on. Go tell your best friend - sorry, your best cave friend, since your best friend probably isn't here - so you can feel terrible together.

There. Job done. This is ridiculous, I'm pretty sure it's making me sadder than I'm making anyone else.

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[Remember the ~~creepy~~ cute kid that used to work at the clinic and stalk people? Look, he's all grown up now! Or well, don't look, because this is text, but point being, he has a thought to share.]

Maybe we have been looking for the wrong kind of door.

The Colosseum could be a large fairy circle. It would explain why the Door is so capricious, yes?

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[Just audio from Cal this time. Short, sweet, and to the point. He's not up to much else after the conversation he just had with Flick. But he has a question, and he needs an answer. At least he's trying.]

If I had a question, how responsive are these so-called gods?

( [Private | Pell] )

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oo1 | text

wheres chainsaw

[This message brought to you by an account that's been registered for almost a year and a half but has never actually posted to the network.]

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three; video

[oh hello hadriel. it's "connor" but this isn't the silly laid back way he normally starts his posts, he looks very serious as he starts talking.]

Man, you guys are collectively the weirdest group of social media users. One day you're asking who ships what the next day you're making vague comments about something horrible someone did once. And it's always, "oh I couldn't possibly tell you what I did, but let me look for emotional support for my vast and intense guilt!" Please. You think you deserve sympathy for that?

[connor laughs, cold and bitter and shakes his head.]

I get it, I do. It's easier to not talk about it. Easier to live on the reputations you've built while you've been here and ask for help based solely on what people know than give up the ghost and actually show them the skeletons in your closet that you're so upset about. Maybe your friends will just imagine you cheated on your significant other once upon a time, or you accidentally lied to your mom, or you did something that, when we tell the whole story, actually sounds like it wasn't your fault at all. The kinds of things good people feel guilty about.

But let's face us - how many of us are actually good people? Why waste our time talking in circles about vague half-truths or covering our obviously deep-seeded issues with superfluous shitposting?

[he clears his throat and is quiet for a moment - dramatic flair, like he's about to drop some real truth bombs. (he is.)]

Here, I'll start: I killed my professor's husband with a group of friends. We covered up the murder like the good little future-lawyers that we are. We did a good job. We'll probably get away with it. Not that I'm likely to find out, since I'm stick here with all of you now.

[he's just going to let that...sink it. better to do it now before people start getting completely paranoid about the doubles than later on. but even if they figure out he's not his original - what does it matter? this wasn't some lie he was fabricating.]

That feels good, getting that out there. Now it's your turn.

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001 [Voice]

Much as I would have preferred not to be pulled unceremoniously from my own world, it has occurred to me that this is a rare opportunity to learn about worlds I was previously unaware of.

[In other words, this is her polite way of saying "I'm bored, entertain me".]

How many are from worlds were magic exists? How many are from worlds where the technology is highly advanced?

[She's more interested in the magic portion, really, but she is curious about people's answers regardless.]

What is the government structure like in your world?

Inquiring minds want to know. Or this one does, at least.

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s i x . ( TEXT ) . don't try to fix what's not broken

The clinic will be running another round of first aid classes in the afternoons for the foreseeable future. Topics covered are as followed:

Basic first aid: cuts and scrapes, hygiene
Broken bones: diagnosis and stabilization
CPR
Burns
Illness I: common cold, respiratory infections, flu
Illness II: food poisoning, botulism, etc
Shock
Stab wounds, penetrating injuries
Infection and how to prevent it
Hypothermia/heatstroke/exposure
Magical injuries and healing

Further reminder that there are portable healing cells and first aid kits available from the clinic on request for anyone going into the caves. Clinic is near the colosseum, if you didn't know that already.

Lastly, anyone who is interested in helping out at the clinic can talk to myself or Dr. Banner. People with medical experience are especially useful.

That's all.

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| two. text. 4th dec. i'm standing though you're kicking me.

Hey.
Can anyone teach me to fight? Against the monsters, I mean.

( he's become quite aware, in the last couple of months, that the ability to clock another guy his age is not the same as standing up to zombies or demons. and while anyone can swing an axe in an emergency, Matt would like to be able to do something.

something more than be scared. )

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I have not introduced myself properly and I seek to rectify that error. (He is not one who is often seen...anywhere, truly. Celebrimbor is a tall, regal Elf with long dark hair that is partially kept in braids. Two perfectly pale and pointed ears stick through the shadowy tresses and his eyes are the hue of silver.)

I am Celebrimbor - sometimes called Telperinquar - and I once resided on a land called Arda. To those who work in the Clinic, you have my utmost gratitude and I think I shall gladly spend my days (or what is left of them) moving with care rather than not moving at all.

(A ghost of a smile touches his lips, but it does not last.)

I have joined the Guard as well, so do not let my cautious movements fool you. I can fight anyone who challenges me.

(His eyes flash and he lifts his chin, haughty in his resolve.)

Lastly, I shall be opening a Forge. I am a fine blacksmith and your world has need of Elvish blades.

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Hey! Guys! Did you know there are demons here?

[hey look it's connor with the best/worst sarcastic message for you today. many posts lately have been about demons and justifiably so but connor is a shitposter and he's back so hang on or hang up on him. (that's the better option lets all be honest with ourselves)]

Since we're all smart people who definitely aren't going outside to get possessed or die on the network -- seriously, please, stop doing that -- I figured we should at least pick a game to pass the time. You know, like being on a long road trip and playing "I Spy" or some shit.

[he starts to say something else but apparently thinks better of it, because he smiles instead and reconsiders his words]

No, actually, first - a bunch of you guys are sleeping together, right? But who isn't? The lack of having an app to prove we're all cute, single, available people is clearly an oversight. (Really, pong before tindr? Also, calling it now: please, spelunkr, make it happen.) Discuss among yourselves.

[but oh right the game he seems to only remember now that's where he started, and he's maybe a little tipsy but wouldnt you be if THERE WERE DEMONS and people were doing dumb things like getting almost killed or worse on the network]

Oh, yeah, the game. Hot or Not. Post a picture of yourself and other people rate it for hotness. Honestly I'm not even going to care if you post a picture of someone not yourself. Have at it, kids.

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[ We’re going a little Blair Witch here with the shaky handheld camera as Dean moves through his apartment, turning on his device and squinting at it with all the spite he can manage. No really, dude looks unhappy as fuck.

Public service announcement incoming in three… t- ]

For those who knew him, Sam’s gone. [ Granted, names aren’t really a top priority around here, so that might not be the best method of delivering this message. ]

Better known as Sasquatch? The Jolly Green Giant? L'Oreal superstar? Call him whatever you want, but he’s out. Figured i’d pass along the info just in case he offered to help anyone paint their ceilings.

[ Stupid jokes make Dean feel better, but that’s all he’s got to say on the matter, which is why he chucks his device onto the couch, still turned on, flashing the blur of a symbol on the ceiling for a moment. Except--

Just when it seems like the device is going to time out, it is righted again by the sudden appearance of Castiel in the video feed. He looks worried, apologetic, his eyes flitting off screen. ]

-- Dean, you were supposed to offer them our help, if they find themselves possessed, or pursued by these demons. [ Offscreen a grunt can be heard, noncommittal and unbothered.

Cas looks back at the screen. ] Dean is a professional demon hunter, and I have been fighting them all my life. We both know magic that seems to be effective on them, and we are willing to teach others how to fight back. For example, this is a devil's trap. [ The camera scrolls around to show more of the pattern on the ceiling from earlier. It's shaped like this. ] If you draw one on the ceiling or the floor, even if it is concealed, it should trap the demon--supposing you can trick them into entering it.

[ Since Dean is busy finding liquor off screen… ] And I think it would be good for Dean to keep busy, considering our recent loss.

[ Buuuut now Dean has returned, peering over Cas’ shoulder into the device- ] I can actually hear you, you know. [ After which he plucks it from his hands and finally turns off the feed. ]

[ooc; dean is black, cas is blue! expect tagbacks from both boys! ]

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-ing here. Of-bloody-course.

[ Oh, hello. A pale Cecily appears over the network, trying for an at-ease smile and failing. She is outlined by the eerie glow of something big and green which hangs in the air behind her. ]

Shit. All right. This is Inquisitor Trevelyan, and... long story short, there are these... tears, in the air, which must have just appeared, as I've not seen them in Hadriel yet. Thing is, they're from my world, and it's really not good to have them hanging around like this. I've gone to close one, but [ but when she did, a dozen more opened ] there's more than one out there. Dangerous things, dropping demons around, so stay away from it all until I've got them shut again.

[ Remember the exploding hand? That's the one that has both caused this problem and will (hopefully) fix it. The hand in question is shown briefly on screen, the sliver of green pulsing to match the rift behind her. ]

In case it wasn't painfully clear, demons are demonic and should be avoided. Killed, really, if you've the ability. Don't listen to them, don't... talk to them, don't make any stupid blighted deals. They're demons, not - nugs?

[ She does a double-take; off-screen, one such nug goes scurrying by. ]

Andraste's tits, has Thedas just gone and vomited all its things through the Door? [ Not good, not good at all. ] Right, avoid the demons, stay away from the rifts - that's it.

[ Anddddd she's off! ]

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[ Allison is standing in the middle of the orchard when she clicks on her phone, an odd-looking fruit in her hand. She thinks it's supposed to be something like an apple-peach-mango hybrid but she's not really sure. Which is part of why she's broadcasting: ]

Is everything in here edible? I really don't want to end up accidentally poisoning myself, but I also really want some fresh fruit. Considering this place has apparently brought in all sorts of crazy things, I wouldn't put a poisoned orchard past the people in power. [ She turns it over in her hand again and then finally shifts her attention to her phone. ] Also, I stumbled across a signed football back when everyone seemed to be getting things-- [ and thank god she didn't get something gory and awful ] --but I have no idea whose it is. It's definitely not mine. [ If she's going to support any sport, it's lacrosse, not football. ] I'm hoping someone here might either know who it belongs to or be able to stake claim on it.

[ She ends the feed with a pretty friendly smile, her attention shifting back to the fruit as she hits the end button. ]

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[Chris is at the bar today, looking like he's more interested in having a nap than making a broadcast. But he has a large coffee, at least, and manages a smile for the camera at the video starts.]

Hey. It's uh, been a little weird around here lately, huh?

[What with people arriving in two waves at completely the wrong time and all. But at least there's been some good snacks, even if Chris carefully avoided Delight's energy shots.]

Um, this has nothing to do with any of that, but I was uh... Hoping someone would be willing to like, talk about making a deal to trade for some bullets or something. I kind of ran through what I had during the whole zombie incident.

[Or well, most of them; he'd used the last one later on during the Confusion event, but those are unnecessary details.]

So uh... Yeah. That's about it.

[Have an awkward, dorky wave before he disconnects.]

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| one. video. 16th oct. just not what you seek of me.

( at approximately 7 am, Hadriel Local Time, the residents of ~~Upset Dweeb~~ Until Dawn house may just find themselves woken up by the yelling from Matt and Emily's room.

(sadly, this is not because of good sex. Matt wishes.)

for the fortunate residents of ~~Shitpost~~ Shithole Cavetown that don't overhear this commotion, there's a helpful post a few minutes later.

... is that...?

yep, that's a severed hand on the bed. )

This- um. Does this belong to anyone?

( WHAT ELSE DO YOU SAY ABOUT THIS. )

( Matt has found Rosie's severed hand! Have fun with this. )

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You may have noticed some abnormal behavior regarding the Door. Normally it doesn't bring in anything so large, and we did not expect it to do so this time. Delight and I have been attempting to alter the Door to send you home, as you have so often requested, but as I have said again and again, we have very little knowledge in this area. We will try again.

My appreciation for those who slew the dragons. We did not intend on their arrival, and I would be willing to grant you a favor in return for your efforts - if it's within my power, and not too foolish.

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NOTIFICATION/REPORT #2 || BACKDATED TO 10-10 AFTERNOON

Attention: Hadriel Residents
Subject: Dragxkdksoe

[ Abruptly, the text is posted, with a video immediately following, the screen initially shaking, jostling, as one voice protests in the background ]

Newton, give it back--!!

--we’re talking about dragons, Hermann! There’s no way you’re doing this in a stuffy text post!

[ The video stabilizes a bit, currently held just out of reach of one (1) Hermann Gottlieb. The arm holding said phone out of reach belongs to one (1) Newt Geiszler. It’s debatable how long he’ll be able to keep it out of Hermann’s grasp, but he sure is going to try.]

[ For a petulant, tortured moment Hermann sincerely looks as though he is about to lunge for the phone, a matter of aggrieved principle and standard outrage. Yet, 1.53 seconds and he thinks better of it. They are recording. He would be seen looking foolish.

Hermann grits his teeth and straightens, standing up, all stiff professionalism as he leans on his cane. He has rarely used video. He hates this. Newton will hear about it later, once the video is off. ]

Fine. As you may know, I am Dr. Gottlieb, that is my colleague--

(Boyfriend!)

[ They are recording. A muscle works in his jaw, but Hermann swallows his protest, resists the urge to throw something at or strangle Newton, and continues-- ]

--Dr. Geiszler. In our world, we worked in Kaiju Science, which to put it succinctly, means we studied the behemoth -- larger than these dragons, I assure you -- alien creatures invading our world, and aided the development and design of offensive and defensive weaponry.

We are requesting data--

[and that’s about the time Newt’s managed to prop the camera up somewhere, and pops fully into view.]

--basically I want any info anyone has about the dragons! Flight patterns, movements, where they’re hanging out, their favorite color--seriously, anything and everything. You notice it, I wanna know it! Aaaaand if you can get scales or something, that’d be super helpful. Or any other bits. The more there is to analyze, the more likely it is that we’ll be able to throw something together.

[and tbh that’s about as much of serious professional as Newt is going to be able to get before really yeah okay he has to fold and his face splits into a wide grin] Also real, live dragons, you guys. Dragons! This is seriously some King Arthur level shit! How cool is this?!

[ observe the look of deep, deep, depthless chagrin as it settles into the lines of Dr. Gottlieb's face, lines carved by almost seven years of this.

LOUDLY: ]

Videos if they may be safely obtained, observations, specifics, as specific as possible. Note the effectiveness of your standard weaponry, or whatever it is you can do and use. The scales would, indeed, be particularly helpful.

Be safe, but be quick and be thorough.

Yeah, don’t die while doing it. That’d be dumb.

...Right. The sooner, the sooner we may be able to put something together.

So, like….chop chop and stuff. Thanks! K-Sci, out!

[aaand yep gonna turn off that video now, though because he’s Newt, he’s continuing to talk as he’s reaching to do so--]

Though maybe it should be D-Sci since it’s dragons and not kaiju--

Please, perhaps once you've studied them for a decade, and you can't--

[--click!]

[ooc: i'm so sorry (nikki isn't) but plz help!! -- they'd have mentioned DRAGON PIES WTF but backdated) ]

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[Sato's clearly recording from somewhere high up, but exactly where isn't clear; the background is nothing but cavern ceiling.]

Hello, fellow residents of Hadriel. I'm Sato.

I'd hoped I'd have something more important to say the first time I posted anything publicly, but it turns out I just have a question for all of you.

You see, where I'm from, there's no such thing as magic. But I know that many of you are from places where it really does exist in one form or another. So to those of you out there, I'd really like to hear from you about how it works, who can learn it, and anything else you wouldn't mind sharing.

After all, with dragons flying around, this seems like as good a time as any to talk about the fantastical.

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psa [video]

[ Arya sits in a grassy patch outside one of the spires. She keeps one hand on the sword in her lap, and every so often, looks fretfully up at the sky. ]

The dragons have come. I am guessing most of you have never seen a dragon, so you might be afraid of them. And want to kill them.

[ Arya frowns. A loud, powerful roar sounds from off-camera. Arya sighs. The roar doesn't help her make the point she's trying for. ]

And I understand your fear.

[ She leans into the camera. This is serious. ]

But you must not kill them. They could very well be the last of their kind. Dragons are dangerous creatures, but impressive ones. Killing these dragons could not only mean their deaths, but the death of all dragons. So keep yourself safe. But let them be safe, too.

[ Suddenly, the lighting becomes brighter. In the distance is a red-hot flame. ]

Shit.

[ Arya mutters, and cuts the video there. ]