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[Delmar looks notably un-Delmar-esque as he waves into the camera. He's set it up a few paces away from himself, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and dark trousers, the whole of him covered in dust and smudges of dirt. Even his normally perfectly groomed hair is going every which way in short tufts. But despite the fact that he looks like he just climbed out of a dumpster on a construction site, he's smiling]

Hello, everyone. I'm sorry to trouble you but, well, um, I was hoping maybe some of you might be able to help. I need anyone who knows how to build and fix things. There's certainly a lot that needs to be fixed

[He casts an anxious glance around at the ruined building he's standing in before straightening with a thoughtful hum]

Perhaps I should explain myself a bit better.

[Or at all]

You see I have spoken to Hope and Hope has very kindly agreed to help me start up a bakery! [His grin returns as quickly as it had left and he clasps his hands together in his excitement]

But in order to get it going, I need to fix up one of the abandoned buildings here in town. [He pats a nearby wall as he would a good dog] I've picked one but it's far more than I can fix by myself. So if maybe its not too much trouble I would very much appreciate any help.

[A hesitation as he tries to remember if there's anything else]

Thank you very much for your time. Good day!

sweariff

[Broadcasting may as well be launching this thing into the sky on an exploratory trip to the moon, but in all honesty, it's not like Bigby has ever tried. Not like this. It's weird knowing that you hold something that can connect you to so many people in ways an ordinary phone can't without it being the slightest bit magical, but that's just technology for you. Either he keeps up or he flounders, and floundering in a place like this might as well be laying down to die. A little dramatic, maybe, but the point still stands.]

got a question a couple questions

[—And hoo boy, something tells him he's going to get sore fingers if he sticks with this, so uh. How about— Good, okay. Well, at least he can now safely say that recording with this thing isn't as intimidating as it looks. Small victory. For a few moments after the mic is switched on, Bigby lapses into an uneasy, thoughtful silence before finally and slowly speaking.]

There's no easy way to ask this, but it's been something I've been curious about the longer I've heard people talk about the — "gods", or whatever the hell they are. Magical assholes, sure, but. I get the feeling that for some of you they're a little more than that. [He sounds like he isn't sure if that's a good or bad thing.]

Magic isn't...all that special where I'm from, so to speak. Neither are wars like these where there's no easy way out for anyone and just about everyone's going to be dealt a shitty hand they didn't deserve. What I'm trying to say is that, when you're that scared, you'll wheel and deal just about every which way for a chance to win.

[He says it without much judgment. After all, he's speaking from experience. He'd be a big old hypocrite if he played the disdain card now.]

And what I'm asking is, I guess, how far any of you are willing to take this on their behalf. Even knowing that there's no guarantee they'll send any of us home when this ends, do you still want to take that chance? Or do any of you actually care about them and... [This would be a little more effective if the camera was on, so there's no real way to tell that Bigby is gesturing to his surroundings, save for the little pause he takes.] ...All of this?

[...Wow, he really does suck at articulating himself, huh. Serves him right for rambling.]

dreamsallotted

[Seel looks kind of pathetic. In the backdrop was an organized mess. Like he'd been trying to make meals and take care of a living space, but the last time he had to do that he'd barely begun puberty. Taking care of himself was not one of his many skills. The can or two in view of the camera might have been something edible. It might also have been cat food.]

I can't take care of myself. I need help.

pyralisit

[How to do this, then. Somehar isn't speaking to him and catching him in a corner isn't going to help. Neither will sending him a message directly--he'll just see who it's from and ignore it. Unfortunately, that means sharing far more of himself with the general populace than he's fully comfortable with, hoping that somehar will hear it by accident. He'd like to mend ties with Flick if he could. Although he doesn't hold much hope for that.

So Cal, cigarette in hand, sits staring at nothing. Glaring, really. But that's basically his normal expression, isn't it? He should have waited to turn the thing on--he's still trying to put his thoughts together, but he buys himself some time inhaling smoke and breathing it out again. Story time.]

( cut for length. No content warnings )

lastreturned

HELLO! I'M BACK! I GUESS NOBODY MISSED ME, BECAUSE I'M THE LAST ONE BACK. :( HOPE SAID I COULD'VE COME BACK AWHILE AGO BUT YOU ALL VOTED AGAINST IT. OUCH.

OH WELL, I'M BACK NOW! HELLO HADRIEL! NICE TO MEET ALL OF YOU, EXCEPT THE ONES WHO KEPT VOTING AGAINST ME, BUT I'M SURE YOU GUYS ARE GREAT TOO! ENJOY THE HOT SPRINGS, I MADE SURE IT WASN'T TOO HOT, DON'T WANT TO BOIL YOU SQUISHY LITTLE THINGS! :)

THIS IS LOVE, SIGNING OFF! ♥

pyralisit

[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] )

thirdreturned

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!]]

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since a whole bunch of you just got here, i just wanted to point out that if you need clothes altered or tailor made so you have more than just the clothes you got here in, i have a standing deal with delight: tell her one happy memory, and she'll give you a bolt of good cotton fabric in a solid color

we have a sewing shop by the lake. [attachment: map.jpg] you'll know it when you see it

pell and i can mend and sew or teach you how to sew your own clothes

[She's about to post this when she remembers her new bff, who goes just about everywhere with her. On most days. Unless he's hunting.]

lately i bring our house's wolf when i'm there. he's nice, but he will attack you if you're an asshole

[That last part is a lie, but she's just going to leave it at that.]

(ooc: Action logs with Emily (and Wolfie) at the shop can be done in Emily's inbox or in the log comm. She's there pretty much every day and makes it a point not to be too mean to people, which... isn't saying much! I'm also down to handwave meetings.)

ushahin

[It's a random day of the week and two o'clock in the morning. Therefore, it's time for, as someone once put it, Ushahin's philosopher's hour. The lights are dim and Ushahin is lying flat on his back on one of the beds in his house. The phone is propped up near him. He's got something in his hands, a pale looking stone carving that is mostly hidden by the fingers closed in upon it.

He's been thinking quite a bit since he was brought back from the dead. His double had caused him to reevaluate some of his previous behavior. Perhaps he's treated some of those around him rather poorly. Well, there's nothing but time here, and always a chance to make amends.]

This place is frightfully full of nightmares. I mean that quite literally. I've never met such a group of people where the night terrors come upon them without provocation. Every night, nothing but tossing and turning amongst you all. That used to be my job.

[He sits up, fingers uncovering the rhios stone he has cupped in his palms. There's three figures carved into it. The one on the left is a long-haired man, stern looking, and with lines around his mouth that suggest he's older than the twenty-eights years he is. This is Tanaros, the commander of Satoris' army. There's anger flashing in his eyes that the carver was able to perfectly capture. The middle figure is Ushahin, his broken features captured starkly, with an unfocused, dreamy look in his eyes as he stares out towards whoever is holding the figurine. The one on the right is an older man in his forties, fat and with a long beard, his close-set eyes looking shrewd as if he's ready to make a bargain. Vorax, the last of the three, and the one who kept supplies for Satoris.]

I'm sure you've all grown frightfully tired of them. So I will make you a deal, fellow denizens. Tell me one of your nightmares and I will exchange it for a better dream. That's fair enough, is it not?

pyralisit

[The video comes on perhaps a few seconds too soon, showing Cal sitting in front of a window, a lit cigarette in his mouth. There's not really any way to tell what he's looking at outside, but after a few moments he takes the cigarette from his mouth and extinguishes it, exhaling more smoke.

Judging by the haze in the air, he's been there a while.

Once the cigarette is out, he turns to look directly into the camera. This is a very human way of communicating and he isn't sure that he likes it.]

Are we supposed to believe this place isn't actually hell? [Because so far the only good thing about it is Pell. Not that he's ever had a particularly safe life, but the ridiculousness he's seen in the short time he's been here is beyond acceptable.

He almost lights another cigarette, but thinks better of it, and sighs instead.]

All this for what, to stir up some emotions? [He laughs, but the sound is joyless.] Be careful what you wish for and all that nonsense.

So what happens when they get more of us than they can handle?

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