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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.]

closerift

Evening. Inqui-... dammit. Cecily Trevelyan here with a request, which, I know, must be such a surprise. I also know there's quite a lot going on at the moment, what with the [ there's a vague hand gesture here ] everything, but I also think this is fairly important.

[ Ahem. ]

Some of you might remember the memorial garden, once maintained by Sharon Da Silva and Glacius. I've taken over for Sharon since her disappearance, but now that Hadriel has been thoroughly splintered, I'm a ways off from the place. Far enough that I can't exactly care for it, what with the... limited number of boats.

[ Get on that, gods. ]

Right, so, if anyone on the - Northeastern most, I think, island can find the garden right off from the forest, I would really appreciate you tending to it. I imagine I'm not the only one who has memories of others living there.

Speaking of: Glacius, if you're out there, do let me know if you find someone closer to the place than I am.

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. ]

vocarrah

[There's a lot of shuffling, scuffling, as Ianchus tries to figure out how to do this exactly. Anyone watching would get some close shots of a knitted brow, or some concentrating, half-grins as he adjusts the camera. Okay, the top of his head is clipped here and he's at the rightmost part of the frame, but close enough.]

Hadriel! Is this working? Is everybody alright? I'm Ianchus Cepheos--I may have met some of you already...!

[And suddenly he has to put his hands over his mouth and laugh. He's not one who usually gets flustered, but talking to what seems to be nobody at all is odd for him.]

Ah, sorry, sorry! I'm not used to this at all. But! I wanted to let everybody know that I'm located on the island that holds the orchard and the hot springs. If you're here too, you're welcome to come to my home in the Love housing.

[And his voice grows a little more serious.]

These waters don't look to be the kindest--quite cold--but if anybody would like to learn to swim, I can oblige. I can also offer myself as a fairly competent seaman, though there don't seem to be any ships nor boats around. [He rubs his lower lip in thought.] I have never been involved in shipwrightery, but I can learn quickly. Or improvise.

To reiterate! Please let me know if I can do anything for you, on the island or off!

[Hesitation, and then...]

Oh, and. If anyone know where the Speakeasy went to, please let me know that, as well.

[Ianchus moves to turn off the phone, and...fails miserably. You are treated to his humming and shuffling in the background during his nightly routine until the damn thing runs out of battery.]

evocation

hey to all the new kids.
i'm kyna. i'm a wizard, which means i can use magic, and i've been offering lessons and shit.
i know half of you are going to start with that whole "but magic doesn't exist" stuff or "i can't do it" but i've got a 100% success rate, so save the negativity.
my thing is mostly evocation, which basically means i can set shit on fire or zap it, but i know a lot of defensive spells, too.
i'm not teaching anyone any necromancy or anything, so if you guys have more cool ideas to go lich or want to try some other stupid shit, find another teacher.
everyone else can step right up though.

p.s. don't vote for the ice planet

handofsilver

I have a thing to ask; a thing that is not acceptable in my world, but it is part of my story and I think I must acknowledge it. I have noticed that other residents of Hadriel share half of my inclination, at least, and I must ask:

Is it possible for one man or woman to be attracted to both genders? I mean no offense. I admit that my first love - unrequited - was female. My wife was surely female! But there was a male...briefly...though he was naught but a monster seeking to ravage the world.

redwinekindofgirl

[She's had her angry outburst at the actual machine, and after a couple of days of thinking about it, now she's just irritated. Naturally, the slightly hypocritical angle of her annoyance given what happened between her and R doesn't occur to her while she's squinting at the rest of Hadriel.

Julie, of all people, should understand that one individual in a horde can make all the difference.]

Are any of you actually trusting this Null that was so conveniently left here? Seriously, anyone believing a word it says must have hit their head. For all we know it's just tricking us so it can send its location back to the others and they can find us again.

Should just set the fucking thing on fire, bury it in a hole and forget about it.

poisonprincess

[Evie's sitting outside, blond hair covering part of her face, even as she watches the ground before her; her power being poured into it. She was watching to make sure that the plant before her grew. Though she does give a small smile. Almost like a proud mother.

Though something has been bugging her a bit.]

I don't know if it's just me, but I'm curious. Has anyone had a loved one show up but not remember things that you do? My husband is here but he doesn't remember what I do. In fact, he's really far behind what I know and I don't know if I should tell him what happened or if that would change things for his future. Our future.

So if something like that were to happen to you, what would you do?

dragonsgrasp

Those who've been exploring in search of the orbs... How have you fared? Have you encountered anything notable? Are there more dangers out there that we should be wary of?

I can report myself that I've seen no new enemies, although I've come across obstacles such as dust storms... and a location where the terrain became especially difficult to navigate. There are occasional ruins, as well, but I've found nothing unusual among them yet.

I know the main objective is to assist Hope, but we also have an opportunity to find out what we can of this world, as well. The more we uncover, the better off we'll be.

stonebird

(It has been some time - see: years - since she celebrated her birthday, but since she has a chance, she wonders if she should take it. She lights a candle beside her, sitting at a simple vanity.)

Are naming days important to you? If so, how do you make them special?

(She picks up a brush and slowly releases her hair from its braids.)

I think I will be nineteen in May. (It had taken some time for her to determine an appropriate month - the days are counted/reckoned differently in Westeros - and May had seemed the most fitting.) I never thought I would reach such an age and remain an independent woman. I would not mind falling in love and I cannot lie that I would cherish children, but I am proud of what I have overcome and accomplished.

(Setting the brush down, she lifts a small bottle of perfume and spritzes her wrists and her neck.)

I am a child of Summer, yet Winter is part of me. I will do what I must to survive and no man will ever use me again.

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.

anoshe

I've been stuck in my rooms for three days. I don't have words for how incredibly bored I am. I may well go mad.

So! In the interests of getting to know some of you better, let's chat. I have a question to start things off. What is one thing you wish people could know about you without you having to tell them?

For example, I wish I didn't have to explain that I am royalty. It's a bit awkward, and sounds like bragging, when really it's just the fact of who I was born to. So I'd choose that - or the fact that I prefer red wines to white. Then no one would ever have to worry about serving me the wrong thing. Actually, that one might be even more convenient.

What about you? At least some of you must be just as bored as me.

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.]

evocation

Hey. Uh... I've never posted to the network before, huh? I'm Kyna.

[Kyna helpfully wiggles her fingers in a little wave. She's very clearly some kind of elf, with pointy ears and all.]

So, my magic's back, which is good, since a lot of things want to fucking kill us here. Anyway, I'm offering lessons or whatever. I'm an evocation wizard, which means I know a lot of spells that blow shit up, but I know defensive magic too, if that's your bag. No healing spells, though. Find a cleric for that.

Oh, yeah, this probably goes without saying but, you know, bloodthirsty assholes need not apply. If I've heard sketchy shit about you I'm not teaching you.

[She pauses for a moment, head tilting as she thinks.]

Yep, that's it. Let me know.

hardwearing

[ When Wash appears onscreen, it's obvious he's upset over something and trying and failing to hide that. Although he's got his helmet off for the sake of the video he's still wearing the rest of his armor, the grey metal reflecting a bit of sunlight. Anyone looking closely will notice a splatter of blood on his shoulder that he missed when he cleaned himself up for this, and his hair is still mussed from the helmet. Really, he should have taken the time to go home and change and make sure he looked presentable, but. He's not exactly thinking things through well right now. No, he just knows that Kyna wouldn't want him to withdraw like everything in him is screaming to do, and that training himself to exhaustion will be much easier with help. So here goes, before he loses his nerve. He'll keep it short, don't worry. ]

I need sparring partners. The monsters aren't enough of a challenge. I don't care if you've got armor, or what weapons you want to use, just that you won't hold back. And there are probably a dozen offers like this already but if anyone wants to learn to fight, that's sorta what I was in charge of back home. I'll take as many people as are interested, I just really need to keep busy right now.

[ He starts to lower the phone to turn it off, because awkward as that felt at least it's done, but the pile of monsters he's killed catches his attention. They shouldn't go to waste. ]

Oh. Right, uh. I guess if anyone wants monster meat, I've got a ton here.

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!]

stonebird

(The change in weather has been difficult on everyone and everything. Sansa has her abundant hair tied back and she is wearing a much lighter dress than usual.)

I have food for you. Don't be frightened. (She rattles a bowl - gently, not obnoxiously - hoping to entice a rather emaciated dog.) If you need water, we have enough to spare for you.

(The poor thing isn't big enough to need much of anything to eat or drink.)

Does anyone have any suggestions on how I might get him inside for a good meal and a bath?

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?

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.

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