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Many of you seem to be unhappy.

We don't all necessarily want you to be happy, but acceptance and adaptation to your situation would be a start. The only question that remains is: how?

It is clear to us that your species resolves many issues through communication. Unfortunately, none of us understand the human psyche as clearly as others of your species, and so I leave it to you to communicate with and to help one another.

You may consider this post an open forum in which you can discuss what's been bothering you. In turn, I will conceal your identities, so that you may help one another without preconceived biases. If you'd like to reveal yourselves to one another, the option is there, but unnecessary.

Heal. Recover.

I'll leave you to it.

[[This is an event post for the Never Log In event! Remember, characters are compelled to get things off of their chest here, as well as to help others- and of course, please stay oocly logged in for your comments!]]

occupiesvitalregions

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new phone who this

[Yep, that's it.]

[Action - Apartments]
[Looks like someone is taking it upon himself to move into the last empty 1-bedroom apartment. Of course, Prussia has to find out if any of them are unoccupied first. That means you might find a mysterious person with white hair and red eyes peeking through a window of your own apartment, or maybe he'd be caught on the outside looking in by someone visiting or coming home. He's trying to not get caught, but he also doesn't care all that much.

Eventually he'll be found in apartment 801 in spire 1, front door slightly open, as he inspects the place. Though the place is fully furnished, it looks like it's otherwise unoccupied. Prussia doesn't have much to fill it with other than some food he got from the store, and a pizza-shaped blanket he got in the coliseum. Still, he looks pleased with himself. His own apartment! All on his own!]

This is a good place to start over!

thechoiceisyours

[The person in the video might look familiar to some, if slightly more tired and banged up than usual. Still, despite the bruise on his forehead and the dark streaks of ash on his face and clothes his eyes are bright, indicating to anyone even slightly acquainted with him that he's about to say something ridiculous.]

Surprise, bitch, I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.

[His voice is a little weak but he delivers the line with all the sassiness it deserves, before suddenly offering a grin.]

Okay, so like maybe two people here got that reference, but I so don't care. I punched a shark, so I can make whatever meme references I want.

[That's how it works, right?}

So um... Who's still here, I guess? Or who's new? How long have I been gone, because it feels like no time and like, a long time all at once. Sort of.

[He blinks a few times, smile fading a bit, mostly because he's totally exhausted.]

I'm um... I'm Chris, by the way. Been here before and whatever so... Got the general idea. The sharks are sort of new, though. Fucking sharks, man.

[Really, what even.]

burn_all_the_babies

Whats'a gurl gotta doo to get her mitts on sum crumpets around here? I mean, whoos I gotta blow up!? Imma doo it, I am if I gots to!

[ Tiny Tina has come to the network for one very important reason today. Her evil double twin kind of accidentally on purpose ate all of her food reserves. She did, however, leave a wonderful tin can castle, complete with moat and drawbridge from the empty cans for Tina to play with! But yea... Ate all her food. Not cool. Not cool at all. ]

Okay~ So like, Imma bee reeeel generous right 'bout now, SO LISTEN UP FOO! My sista from another mista, went and done me like Goldie Glocks went and dun dem poor ol' bears. SHE ATE ALL OF THE FOODZ! UGH! I got mutha Hubbard... I got mutah Hubbard so hard, right in the cupboard...

So~ Why is dis me bean generous I hear yoo cry~?! Simple! If yoo can make me some, oh I dunno~ Crumpets or choc-chip cookies, heck I'd even settle for a dank ass salad gurl! But yes! If sumone wants'a be so kind~ and doo me this flava, Imma make dem any kinda badass, bubblegum chewin', name takin', bra removin', super powah'd weapon of they dreams~

[ despite her tone and general butchering of language, Tina is being very, very serious. She has supplies, homemade explosives, homemade bullets and not to mention she still has some of that eridium from her homeworld of Pandora left. She's crazy and capable of anything at this point. ]

Dis is a once in a lyfe time opportunity yo. Yoo be cray cray to turn dis up. Mmm!

skelebro

[Sans has something in his hands. It's a bolt of fabric that he runs between his metacarpals with a distant, unfocused precision, something to idly turn between his phalanges as he speaks. Might take a moment to realize that the backdrop to his video ain't the typical one. It's not his room he's sitting in, after all. He's reclining atop a racecar bed. The sheets are perfectly made, as though the owner were planning on returning at some point. On the bedside table, there's a small stack of belongings that clash rather astutely with the layout of the place. A snowglobe, a binder, an ECHOcomm, and at the very far right of the frame, a folded-up sweater vest.

He dropped in to visit some pals of his, you see. Only to find they ain't around anymore.]

For those of you who knew 'em, seems the docs've gone home. You know the ones. Newt and Hermann. [A pause.] Dr. Gottlieb.

[Being a pain in the coccyx suddenly gets to be less funny when there ain't anybody to yell at you about it, huh?]

Hope it's home they went, and not, uh...wherever it was before they got here. Yao know what I'm talkin' about.

[He folds up the cloth in his hands and stands up, grinning at the camera without a lick of despair. Maybe there's somethin' a bit tired to the whole facade, but who can say? He's always tired.]

I hate to tell ya, but it looks like my bro might'a been the guy to slack off for once. Funny, right? Takin' that hard-earned title from yours truly. Here I thought I was supposed to be the guy who nips off without a word.

[Those with sharp eyes might pick up that the cloth ain't just any old thing. It's Papyrus's sash delineating him as an official member of the City Guard - twice torn, twice mended, and now without an owner. Like hell Sans is cut out to wear a thing like this.]

'Pologies to the Guard. Looks like you're one member short. 'Fraid I can't help ya there either; Papyrus, he's got some big shoes to fill.

[He winks at the lens before reaching for the communicator and then, almost as an afterthought, adds:]

Someone ought'a take care of the lab the docs built. Lotta their stuff's still in there, too, and lyin' around my place. Figure it should go to the people who knew 'em best.

[Y'know, whoever that is. But you all know who you are, don't ya?

Yeah. He'd think so.

He cuts the feed.]

crisised

So this place is new and different. Which, considering the circles I run in back home, is kinda saying a lot.

Did you know the light in this cave gives off radiation similar, but not identical, to that of a yellow sun? I can't tell if it's tech I just haven't found yet or magic, but it feels really, really weird.

Just so I can brace myself--is everything here like that? Kinda like you're used to but just different enough that it makes your shoulder blades itch?

fourthreturned

I can't believe Hope is actually letting you mistakes pick which one of us he'll resurrect next.

Here's your stupid poll. Pick Tranquility.

Poll #17764

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Don't mess this up.

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Tranquility
35 (64.8%)

Love
19 (35.2%)

(Edited roughly five minutes later)
I'm supposed to remind you that Tranquility will do something about transportation since your two little legs are so stubby and useless while Love will probably give you some kind of hot springs which will help you relax and not get seizures from being so high strung or something.

oversear

[ It's late at night and another video by Armand pops up. But instead of asking for animal sacrifices this time, he's got a bit of art show horror going on. Armand is pointing the camera in first person view and it settles directly on the oven that is in his kitchen. The oven light is on, but shadows are being cast by whatever is actually sitting inside. Once the camera focuses on the oven window, there appears to be a head sitting on the rack. It will quickly become obvious it is not a human head but one of the Working Joes that occupy the caves. ]

They do not melt or smoulder. It is truly impressive technology.

[ A stark white hand reaches out from behind the camera and turns up the temperature on the oven. He goes back to filming the head for several minutes, nothing but silence that is occasionally interrupted by a dull thumping sound somewhere off screen. It sounds like someone is walking into a wall.

The head does not melt. There might be a bit of a disappointed air as he terminates the feed. ]

purpleknee

Oh Abeegail, what am I to do? I need to help five people and fill them with hope so I can get something that makes me feel like I have a heart again! Because I don't have a heart inside my body, which apparently means far more to me than it does for most of the people in this stupid cave. Hmn? What's that Beeatrice, this trade is basically impossible for me without the thing I'm trading for? Right you are! How smart, and how quickly you realized it, you smart little bee.

[His faux enthusiasm drops and he glares flatly at the camera.]

Come help a witch help you to help himself help us all. I have healing magic and a temper. If you think this is cheating, I don't want to hear it, and I only want things that will actually help. I'm serious, I'm trying to be good, here.

...Oh, and it goes against everything else I'm trying to do here, but I should let you know that the bees I found can't make honey. Maybe if you tell Delight or someone they can, she'll believe you and the copies will be able to, I don't know. I don't really care.

[He's screwed.]

thechoiceisyours

[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.]

whichend

[ 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. ]

strangelic

Um... I'm Castiel. Some of you know me, obviously. I sometimes show myself at the clinic--I'm a healer. Well. [ He looks down into his lap. ] I try to be. The ailment that so badly hit us last month was beyond my ability to remedy, and for that I am deeply sorry.

However if there is anything, any scrape, any...broken leg, or incurable sickness... I should be able to resolve it. Should be. Given the state of my powers here, it does seem to be a game of chance. But I have healed far worse in the past. It's better, surely, to let me try than to live with pain and scarring when I might help with both.

But that isn't what I was here to say, not really. I wanted to... I want to...

I haven't been very clear, and I feel that it's important, given the way things were, and the way things will likely be again. I hear you, all of you, when you turn to prayer. It's impossible to avoid, and while I understand that it is private... I just wanted to apologize, either way.

[ ooc: Castiel doesn't hear all character's prayers since you can opt out of that on his permissions post, however! It's a fun way to make new CR with him if you're interested; just drop him a prayer in his IC inbox! ]

burn_all_the_babies

[ You might be enjoying your evening, relaxing and trying to unwind after all that butt-crap that's been going down in the City lately, huh? Well that's all about to change as a rather loud young lady graces the network on your devices. She needs some supplies and isn't shy about asking for them. ]

HELLOOOO BITCHES!!

[ Let's hope non of you have headphone and are wearing them for this one. ]

Ight! I'mma get straight to the point like ma' name was Zero. I needs one of yous fine ladies to do me a flava! Y'get me? MMM!

[ Just to clarify, when she says 'ladies' she's not really specifying, she kind of calls everyone a lady soooo... ]

I needs someone whos all up and gots fingers that was crafted by the God's themselves~ Heavenly divine digits that could dissemble ass hairs off a fly and have it say "Oh~ that tickles, may I have another~?"

[ She's getting distracted, bear with her. ]

I've got the wood and shizz, just need someone who is good with the human form. Otherwise deez characters are all up and gonna be rabbit styled! OH and some dice!! Gurls can't get her game on without the D's yo!

[ In summary; Tina would like to enquire if anyone has any experience whittling wood. She's trying to make some figures for a game she'd like to play. ]

fourthreturned

I have been informed by my siblings what has occurred in my absence from Hadriel. I am Confusion, and you are our new citizens for the time being.

I would strongly recommend that you do not go into the tunnels. They are there for protection, not recreation. However, since apparently you can't be trusted to listen to warnings, by tomorrow all of your communication devices that Hope has provided you with should be updated to include navigational assistance.

I would appreciate it if you took detailed notes regarding any malfunctions that occur while in the caves should you survive the incident.

thirdreturned

It's time for another poll to revive one of our allies. As there are only three of them remaining, your choices will be limited moving forward.

Tranquility is the last god to be optioned to you. He is an architect and he was instrumental in creating the city that you all live in. He is agreeable to a fault, but pleasant enough to be around, if that's the sort of thing you value. When he sees the state of disarray that the city is in, I have no doubt that he'll prioritize clearing the streets and perhaps offering methods of faster transportation in place of your flimsy legs.

Confusion has been an option since the first revival. I see little need to discuss her merits when my associates have done it already, but I have been asked to be thorough, so- she is the creator of the labyrinthine tunnels around the city and knows how to navigate them better than anyone else. She is quick to action, true to her word, and would likely give you a way to find one another if you became lost in the tunnels or elsewhere.

Love is your final option and is difficult to pin down. In short, I would summarize both Love's personality and actions as jovial, charismatic, and complex. A hot springs may seem like an unnecessary luxury, but Love would enjoy giving you things to make you more openhearted and accepting of both yourself and others.

This poll will close in a week's time. I will accept some questions. Choose wisely.

Poll #17648 Fourth god resurrection

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Who to revive?

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Tranquility
18 (30.5%)

Love
16 (27.1%)

Confusion
25 (42.4%)

oversear

[ The video starts too close to Armand's face, blurring the image, making his stark white skin appear to be glowing with the poor lightening. He seems to be somewhere very dark with a lone candle burning. The seconds tick by as he plays with his own image in the frame. Eventually he finds the proper distance to hold his camera. He breaks his silence with a very soft voice. ]

My impression was that I had landed in Hell but now there is an atmosphere of a child's fantasy. There are monsters yet candy rains from the taps and there is light pouring in from inside the cave. I cannot make sense of it.

[ He stops speaking for a moment to think this statement over. ]

I come to this strange community with a request. These animals that have appeared. Rabbits and kittens and such. I would like to welcome them into my home. If someone could deliver them to me I would find a way to repay you. I have fallen ill and unable to leave myself.

[ Not with the chance of encountering odd hours of daylight. He can hardly believe he's using such simpleton tactics to obtain blood. ]

I'm afraid that is all I can say at the moment. My thanks in advance.

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