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hey so, i know everyone is feeling uh
sketchy across the board about all the shit that's been happening with the null and the hosts
and i think maybe the whole invasion last thing is sticking with everyone, along with those fucked up experiments
or maybe that's just me

whatever
my point is, i know a few of us are willing to teach magic and self defense and stuff like that, but most of us have been offering it randomly on the network
there's nothing organized, as far as i know
other than lance's directory, but i'm thinking something a little more dojo-y
so i'm thinking to make everyone feel safer, maybe you can all officially offer your services here
and set up some kind of official meet up or class time, if enough people are into it
oh, but if you're going to charge or demand favors in exchange or whatever, get out of here with that crap
no extorting people who are scared and/or looking to protect the city
that's lame

long story short, me and harlan are willing to teach people magic
if anyone else wants to play mr. miyagi or the karate kid, let's hear it

tablewithoutpity

Greetings to all Hadriel denizens, and a welcome to those of you who have only recently arrived. My name is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. My colleague Dr. Lee Rosen and I are both psychiatrists, and would like to extend our services to all of you.

Perhaps you have never experienced therapy before. There are many misconceptions when it comes to psychiatry. You may think that only those who are not mentally sound seek therapy. Nothing could be further from the truth. Sometimes the healthiest thing is to seek the assistance of a professional when desiring to understand how both the past and the present are affecting you, and what sorts of behaviors you may alter to ensure for yourself the best future. This is important even in the most mundane of situations, yet ours is far from mundane. The gods play with our emotions. Sometimes we are left to wonder if what we felt was real, or merely an illusion. Either way, the pain is real. And we can help you. Recently the gods allowed us to speak to each other anonymously over the network. The outpouring of raw feeling, of fear and worry and sorrow, was striking. There was some solace in speaking to our fellow citizens. Perhaps even more may be found in utilizing the training and talent of Dr. Rosen and myself.

We would like to hold open office hours at the clinic, if those who run the facility are amenable. In the meantime, you may contact either of us for an appointment. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have.

feelslikeimspilling

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[ It's been a rough few weeks and Will knows that the oncoming weeks ahead are probably going to be just as bad for him. He has a lot of explaining to do and a few apologies to make, which isn't the easiest thing to deal with. His double caused a significant amount of damage both to others as well as to himself.

He's not in the best mindset as he sits out in the cold, just a few hundred yards from the colosseum. The thought of entering it and letting whatever beasts have been brought through the door maim him or worse. With bruises from head to toe and a few fractures scattered around his bones here and there, falling from the window of his fourth story spire had left him a little worse for wear, as had the final fight with his double.

Beside him were a few bottles of water, a small handful of chocolate bars and what was left of one of his bottles of aspirin, Will had originally intended to offer some help to anyone leaving the arena in poor shape, only his mood had gotten the better of him. He knew it was dangerous for him to be out in public right now, what with several people cursing his name and after his blood, but Will wasn't thinking straight (when was he ever?) Stricken with grief after watching someone special to him, take their own life in order to save his, Will was in a state of both physical and mental pain. Still, he would sit and wait, see if anyone needed his help, or if he could even muster the effort to help when the time came. ]

I have a few supplies... If anyone might need them?

[ Stroking his dog, Winston who acted as a guard around his deflated master. ]

[ Private audio to Tyki ]

[ Will was an intelligent man, it didn't take him long after picking out a few words that he recognized in Portuguese to work out roughly what the rest of the message meant. The part he was truly struggling with, was deciding if it was a prank or not?

After some pondering, deciding he really had nothing to lose, Will picked up his device, switched the settings to private and contacted the number left on the flyer. ]

I might have a need for your offered services.

wipedclean

[He probably should have done this as text. But he started the video, and he doesn't feel like changing it now.

Bucky's hunched over, clearly sitting in the middle of his apartment floor, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, his hair hanging in his face. He's curled in on himself, and his eyes are red-rimmed.

He looks awful.]

Steve is gone. I. I looked everywhere. For days. But he's gone.

[Angrily, he pulls his sleeve across his eyes and shakes his head.]

I can't... I don't... I don't know what to do without him.

[He sinks in on himself.]

I can't stay here. But there's no way out. What am I supposed to do?

prespangled

[What started as a chill in his bones became the unnatural heat of a fever, but it's finally left him. It's time to play catch-up, which is always the toughest part for a guy who needs a head-start even under the best or circumstances. Is it days later? Longer? The network seems the quickest way of finding out some answers.

It has nothing to do with the fact that he's as weak as a kitten. Steve can't do anything about the palor of his skin, or that he looks like he could use two sandwiches (and a bowl of soup). But he does make sure that he's dressed, and that his hair is neatly combed. Ain't dead yet.]

I guess I was more tired after my last patrol than I thought.

[Downplayed, even if the people closest to him know the truth. Steve takes a deep breath, and asks what seems like the most obvious question to him.

He doesn't know the can of worms he could be opening here.]

What'd I miss?

iustitiae

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.

hippocratical

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[It's been a little while network, hello. Here's your resident licensed medical professional, looking fairly tidy still if a little shaggier than he's used to. A quiet clearing of his throat, and he begins.]

Ah, hello. This is Dr. Simon Tam, recently of the Hadriel clinic. I know we've had an...eventful past month or so, here in the city, which is why I'm making this broadcast. You all know, or should know, that the clinic staff is here to assist you as best we can with any injuries or illnesses you might face. However, it isn't always feasible for you to come to us, or for us to come to you. The situation may be too urgent, there may be dangers between here and there that can't be avoided. [Like zombies, or fire-breathing dragons.] This is largely part of why we'd like to start offering a rotating course of first aid and medical care courses again, as Doctor Banner has done previously. During these courses, myself, along with he and other trained clinic staff, will teach you the basics you need to survive, if the worst happens. Death may not be an entirely permanent situation here, but that's no reason to seek it out.

If you're interested, please come by the clinic tomorrow for our first course. Basic information, the importance of cleanliness, caring for minor scrapes and cuts, and how to assemble a small home first aid kit. I sincerely hope most of you won't need it.

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[Clinic staff, and those who come by the clinic, may note a small note posted on the wall of the front room. Simon is spending a good portion of the day out there himself with one of his large medical journals, clearly still reading, cross-referencing, and planning. After all, it's not like they get much down time around here.]

feelslikeimspilling

Why won't you work the way I want you to?

[ The video was mostly accidently, Will laying in his bed fiddling with the buttons on his phone. Will had been trying to dial numbers from home, all to no avail. He'd tried turning it off and then on again, hoping that resetting it would give him the means of calling home... Not that he had anyone to answer but still. Failing that, he was checking the contact list every 5 minutes, just in case another name was added that he might recognize, or the possibility that his own would vanish. ]

If I take you apart and you break...

[ He sighed and the video feed cuts off for a moment. It next returns a few hours later, after having accidentally, privately called a few people only to hang up quickly after having realized he was calling. As his finger lingered wearily over the connect button, having fallen into a light sleep while trying and testing his methodical and repetitive act. His finger pressed heavy with sleep and called the network, only to show the ceiling of his apartment, the uttered mumblings of his sleeptalking. ]

I wasn't... Thinking straight... I was... Upset... Angry...

[ The feed cuts off as Will's palm enveloped the device. Until a few hours later that is.

The feed seemed to be swinging, Will still holding his phone down by his side as he walked slowly into the night. Clues of his whereabouts in the City came in small sections as the camera swayed in motion with his steps. It was dark and a thick fog seemed to roll in from out of nowhere. Then the noise began. A loud and steady siren, yet Will remained calm. A dark blur moved passed the camera of his phone, steam from the breath of a large animal puffed out the nose and directly on the screen. It was anightmareish stag that dislodged the phone from Will's hand, becoming clear to those viewing as it leaned down and gave a snort from its nose.

Will swayed in his slumber where he stood, then took to walking again, just a few feet in front of the device, he was seen barefoot and dressed in only a sweat soaked t-shirt and boxers, the stag followed close to his side as other motions and shadows from the fog began to emerge. Human-like forms with their arms bound across their chests held in place with a sheath of discolored skin, yet Will continued to sleepwalk towards them. Ash started to gather around the small lens of his phones camera, distorting the view, yet just before it was covered and the screen went a static white and gray, something else from Will's deepest, darkest dreams, scooped the phone up before dropping it suddenly, knocking it hard enough to crack the screen and switch to audio only. Will's trembling, cold, voice in the near distance, speaking out softly as the sirens continued making it harder to hear. He sounded almost as if he was coming around from his slumber, confused and tired. ]

... I brought you a gift... Then thought better of it... I had no idea you were here... Abi- !!

[ Suddenly the sound of fast movement and heavy thudding. He'd fallen? Been pushed down? Something wasn't right at all. Nothing but the sounds of labored breathing and slight grimacing. Will felt out and found his phone in the thick settling ash, holding it up to his face to use as a light. The cracked screen flickering in and out of static and feed, showing a rather disheveled and confused looking Will who had no idea he was broadcasting this whole time. ]

She was just here... Where'd...

[ The screen showed Will's face as his eyes searched the blinding darkness of blackest night and ashfall. Though he was not alone. Something was lurking behind him, just over a shoulder, just at arm's length away. ]

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.

enchangement

the music is gone and with it
the small favors and familiars they brought
do you miss it?
do you miss them?
the colors were brighter
the sounds were louder
and some trick of the mind forgot
we were in a cage
or didn't and just
observed the decorations on the bars

benumbing

[Jack's parked himself, where else, in Delight's bar, and even though he's halfway through the bottle in front of him, he's still composed. It's equal parts troubling and impressive...his reputation for being a party prince back home was well-earned.]

At least one of the gods here has good taste in alcohol. That's more than I can say for the god of my father. I think he prefers sweet wine and the blood of lambs or bulls...

[He waves his hand dismissively before taking another drink. He doesn't want to talk about sacrifice, or even think about it. But he's not shying away from the subject of blood.]

I'm here to ask where I can find training with the weapons in the armory. I served in the military of my world, but we were somewhat more...advanced with our weapons - which really just means we grew impatient with the time it took us to kill a great number of people, so we came up with tanks and guns. But since there are actual monsters here and I can't burst into flames or shoot ice daggers from my eyes, I'd like to master something as quickly as possible.

[And he doesn't find the up-close and personal aspect of if to be as distasteful as he might've thought. Maybe because he'll be killing monsters and not someone's son, though there are instances where he thinks the two can overlap.]

I'll be in your debt. [And the sobering way that he says those words show just how seriously Jack takes them. But it's followed by his lips curving into a smirk.] And in exchange, I'll also bring the tastiest monsters right to your doorstep. The ugly ones taste just like chicken.

[But they don't stay down as easily, not unless you're the youngest Stark girl.]

wipedclean

the yetis are mine

stay out of my way

scarletcast

For those of you who have [ pause, a low hum, ] superpowers. Has this place ever taken them from you?

[ A beat. ]

If you wish to speak in person, I will be in the park. In the red jacket.

[ She has ways of being completely private, but that's a little invasive and not something to advertise. Anyone heading to the park to speak to her or in the vicinity will see a young woman on a bench, with a thermos full of tea next to her, steam rising off the cup clasped in her hands. ]

64th

Have you ever killed anyone?
Do you feel bad about it?

zen_en_vert

Hello, Hadriel.

We have a garden now, and Sorrow has made comments to the effect that the food in it might disagree with us, so I'm going to talk to you about how to test for poisons in plants.

First of all, to those of you who aren't human, let me apologize, because I won't be able to help much with your physiology. But for those of you who are-

We need to catalogue and name everything we can that's growing in there, and then identify the plant species that no one knows. Once we have the unidentified species, each one needs to be assigned a volunteer. The testing period takes several days, and if you do two at once and get a reaction, you won't know which are poisonous.

The first step is to test for contact toxicity- that is, touch the leaves and stems and fruit juices of the plant to your skin, and see if it poisons you that way. Plants that provoke that kind of reaction aren't generally safe to eat. You take a few days to see if a reaction develops, and then begin by cooking small portions of the plant, and holding it in your mouth for a few minutes- three, and then later fifteen, testing to see if it provokes tingling, swelling, or any kind of reaction.

No one should try to test any plant with milky sap, white berries, or any kind of pod. You never want thorns, spurs, on the plant itself or on grain heads. If you get an almond scent or a bitter taste, stop eating, and just to play it safe, avoid plants with leaves in clusters of threes.

I've got a small supply of activated charcoal in the clinic. Let me know if you can help. Nothing is ripe yet, but we can begin classification and contact testing immediately.

Thank you, everyone.

wipedclean

[The soldier is usually pretty stern, intimidating, all that jazz, but right now he's downright grumpy. And... snarly. Clearly he's not in a good mood.]

Why. The fuck. Are these fucking fireflies everywhere?

[Speaking of, here's one fluttering against his shoulder right now. His hand slams down on top of it, squashing it. He growls.]

They are getting in the way and they are making Steve forget he has to eat. Is there a way to stop them other than crushing them one by one?

prespangled

[He was gonna go somewhere a little more peaceful for this, maybe the outskirts of the park. But his energy levels are running low, even lower than usual with the stress of late, not that he'd ever admit it.

But he's not dead, not even hurt really. He's just tired. So what you get is one Steve Rogers, sitting in front of a pile of nondescript rubble. There's something just at the edge of the video, something he tried to push out of sight completely. But anyone who's every seen a little red wagon will recognize it for what it is, no matter how dirty and dull it appears.]

I know just about everyone's had a rough few days recently. I thought...maybe I could help. [Those words bring a lump to his throat. He wanted to help while it was all going on too, but in the end he wasn't able to do much.] I'm already out, so if there's anything that you need, I'll do my best to find it and get it to you.

[Steve's eyes lift and dart to the wagon, which he has a love-hate relationship with right now. It reminds him of when Bucky wanted him to do this sort of thing. Pride is always a bitter pill to swallow, and Steve's never really managed to choke it down. Come to think of it, maybe that's the lump in his throat.]

Of course, I'll be able to get it there faster if anyone knows how to put a wheel back on. I can live with the scratches and dents.

closerift

[ Though she's had her hands on the communication device for months, Cecily still isn't entirely sure how to use it. Not well enough that it's taken her until now to send out a city-wide message, anyway. As a result, though, she texts as if she's writing a letter. ]

Hadriel, Her name may be 'Delight,' but do not forget that she is one of them. Do not forget all that they have done to us since our arrival and how little they know of us or care for our safety. Most of all, do not forget the last time that they offered us something edible. I promise that I am as much in need of a drink as anyone else, but I remember too well what their gift of food did for us, or, rather, to us. I would not be surprised to find that their bar offers much the same danger. Be well, Inquisitor Trevelyan

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