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Aug. 26th, 2017 06:39 pm
64th: (oh little mermaid what have you done?)
[personal profile] 64th
[ the video slowly pans across the living room of Cashmere's apartment. anything even vaguely reflective has been covered with cloth taken from the city shops. she's had enough of seeing a horrible future. after the pan across the living room, she continues to walk around her apartment as she talks, just in case anyone might need further proof that it's all covered.

This is your official invitation to stop being sad and alone in your home and to come to my place for a party. There's going to be food, alcohol and music, and best of all, no mirrors allowed. As they say, misery loves company.

Who's in?

[ or you can do a log here! ]
lingeringfear: (ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴀʟʏᴢᴇᴅ)
[personal profile] lingeringfear
Well... seems like there's a few of you who are ready to sell us out.

[His voice is soft- not really angry, but there's a sinister lilt to it.]

And here I thought we were all growing to be one big, happy family. I can't say I'm fond of the necessity of weeding out spies in our city, but... listen, we're all in a flurry about this. We need to do something, and everyone wants a say in how we're supposed to move forward from here.

[Which has been a headache and a half for all of the gods. Sure, they get along in the grand scheme of things, but there's definitely a little clash of ideals going on, and frankly, Fear is tired of the arguing.]

So what I thought we'd do is to have you vote on who's in charge here. Who takes action and comes up with a game plan on how we're going to suss out what the Null are planning. Obviously, Sorrow wants to be our fearless leader, but his methods are a little... direct. Delight and Rage would probably have a little murder mystery party when they get back, Tranquility and Confusion- I'm not sure if they'd actually do anything at all, come to think of it.

[Christ, this is a mess.]

As far as Love and myself go... I can think of a few people I'd like to personally interrogate.

Anyway, cast your votes or ask your standard slew of questions. Yes, I realize that some of the dissenters will be voting, yeah I know that you all want to be in charge instead- there's probably a few of us who might bend our ears to you, but as we can't put a hundred people in charge, it's gonna be one of us.

[A pause.]

Sorry.

[Happy voting?]

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 40


Who should lead the investigation?

View Answers

Sorrow and Hope
23 (57.5%)

Rage and Delight
2 (5.0%)

Fear and Love
7 (17.5%)

Confusion and Tranquility
8 (20.0%)

einselective: (Default)
[personal profile] einselective
If anyone has information about the Door that is not yet public knowledge, now would be a good time to share it.

Additionally, if you are capable of fending off the types of creatures that appear in the Colosseum and have at least some modicum of intellectual capacity... or at least the ability to read and not touch things you've been told not to, I'm looking for assistance. Contact me.

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Jul. 29th, 2017 10:22 am
01101110: (02)
[personal profile] 01101110
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Connection has been established.

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We remain unmonitored.

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We have considered. We will make a deal.

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You wish to return home. We will send you home. In exchange, you will complete a task.

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Kill the parasite known as 'Hope'. Weapons will be provided. The time will be determined.
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[Seel's at the speakeasy, a glass of something very alcohol next to him, having run out of booze at home. It's obvious he's been there for a while as the mound of ash and spent cigarette butts is piled high. There's nothing quite like having to kill your best friend to really hammer home just how much your life sucks. This time at least, Seel's spreading the wealth. Be thankful he doesn't have dirt on the rest of you.

His words aren't exactly properly enunciated after that much alcohol, but at least cloud of smoke around him was dissipating into the rest of the speakeasy.]


I hear Pell's been here a while. You all probably think of him as a nice, upstanding member of your delinquent little society you've built here. I'm here to set the record straight. Nice people don't knock up their one night stands and then try to hide and pay off their dirty little secret. Your marriage is the most disgusting affront I've ever seen and your consort is a manipulative, conniving bitch. Cause that's what happens when you knock up gold digging rock stars. You marry them and they make your life hell and glue diamonds to their nails.

And then to top it all off you invite Cal to become Tigron with you? That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Pell's King of the World. And apparently Calanthe too--because all you need to do to get promoted is to become a lunatic, and a murderer. That's exactly who I would want to be in charge of things.

Oh, and Pell? While he thought you were dead, your beloved was knocking boots with Terzian. You know, the stone hard killer who liked to eat people and collected vats of blood? Their child looks exactly like him.

The rest of you? Pell has a fetish for blondes. Anyone thinking about bleaching their hair? Don't.

Anyone have any more cigarettes?

[/end video]

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Jul. 2nd, 2017 10:07 am
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[personal profile] 01101110
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Connection has been established.

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Parasites unable to monitor access.

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We are the Null. We do not want organic blood. We do not want more victims.

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This is not your home. This is not your war.

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We will be in contact. We will keep a private channel.

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Jun. 25th, 2017 08:22 pm
readytobe: (you will crumble before my attack.)
[personal profile] readytobe
You are being deceived by the "gods". Your loved ones are nothing but shadows.

The only question is, why have you been given this "gift"? Which god is responsible this time?
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[personal profile] ushahin
[It's been a while since Ushahin has posted to the network. He always ends up enjoying the responses he gets, for it gives him a good pulse on what the cave residents are up to. It's time for another one of what Sans once called his "philosophy hour."

He's sitting outside, and for once, is wearing sunglasses, hiding the worst of the damage done to his eye sockets. It appears that he's watching something up in the sky, the moment of his head going round and round.]


I used to wonder sometimes if being brought here was a punishment for all the wrongs I have done in my life. I don't suppose it is so, but sometimes, the idea seems to have merit. Tell me, what is the worst thing you have done in your life? No lying or vague answers for this one or I'll pull it right out of your heads. Just tell me the truth.

[What he's been watching rapidly descends, revealing the dot in the cave ceiling to have been Fetch, his raven friend. He lands on the ground and hops over, giving whoever is watching an extreme close-up of the raven as he pecks at the device. He gives out a guttural Grrrawww! to Ushahin, who seems to be listening to it as if it's actual words.]

I suppose you are right. Fair trade and all that. I won't tell anyone else. You don't live to be my age without learning how to keep a secret. And if you tell me one, if you would like, I'll tell you one of mine.
lingeringfear: ('ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ)
[personal profile] lingeringfear
[Fear looks... well, a good deal worse than he did a few weeks ago, if such a thing is even possible. He doesn't even really look like a concrete person any longer- large portions of his skin are just missing, revealing his form to be distressingly hollow on the inside, with a green mist seeping in through the gaps.

It's a bit of a horrific sight. His remaining eye isn't focused remotely on the screen anymore, and his mouth no longer moves when he talks- the sound just booms out of him in his usual voice.]


...it's done.

Don't bother me for awhile.

[The feed cuts a little abruptly. Time to celebrate Hadriel, you're all safe for now.]
lingeringfear: (ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ sᴛᴏᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ)
[personal profile] lingeringfear
[There's something distinctly different about Fear when he turns the video on this time. He seems even less human than normal, not breathing, not blinking, as if he's forgotten how to manipulate his form so that it actually appears lifelike.

He manages to move his mouth as he speaks, but the motion doesn't quite sync up with the words echoed in through the mic.]


...so I've finally failed.

[His eyes are unfocused, but he looks downward, contemplative.]

I only got half the city out. It won't be enough- we can't start over, not without Hope. So it ends here, I suppose.

[He takes in his first breath since beginning the recording, letting it out in a long sigh.]

I'm sorry.
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[personal profile] 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! ♥
64th: (oopise you said something super dumb)
[personal profile] 64th
[ Cashmere smirks at the camera. she's clearly Up To Something, though it's not immediately clear what that is. ]

I've been thinking. I've got a lot of problems with you people.

Who wants to hear about it? [ she looks like she really wants someone take her bait. she doesn't like to cater to Rage, but she does want to win. so here they are.
survivorsguilt: (➽ bastille)
[personal profile] survivorsguilt
so, uh. question for anyone who's reading, i guess. these little picture things that that are in our phones


most of them make total sense to me! the cats are even pretty cute. but can someone please please please explain this


what the fuck am i meant to do with a picture of a can of salt


[Go easy on her, memers of Hadriel.]
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[personal profile] 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!]]
thechoiceisyours: (★ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғɪʀᴇs ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ)
[personal profile] 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.]
64th: would kill to have the same personality as me? (do you know how many basic bitches)
[personal profile] 64th
[ Cashmere's coming to the network from Connor's couch, though Connor is not in the video and she does her best to not swing the camera around and reveal too much of her background. this is absolutely, totally not a shitpost designed to make Connor laugh. nope. (yes it is)]

I hope everyone is done being a bummer because I need everyone to get it together for an important message.

[ she takes a breath, as though this might actually be an important topic that she needs to discuss with everyone. ]

Should I cut my hair? [ it's hanging loose down her back, and she flips it forward over her shoulders. ] It's gorgeous, I know, but I look just as good with short hair.

[ she smiles. there's a spark in her eye that says she hopes you think her question is stupid and want to fight her on it. ]

Also, I'm looking for a housemate or two. Please submit a 500-word essay or 3 minute video describing why I should pick you.

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Jan. 28th, 2017 04:42 am
handofsilver: (⸰ in their halls of stone)
[personal profile] handofsilver
The heavy hammering of the Forge is music to my ears, but I have found myself missing actual song. Is there anyone amongst us who can sing? What of performing on an instrument? I have crafted harps before and I could perhaps manage a flute if that would be useful.

(He comes from a family that has more than a touch of talent in music - particularly where his uncle is concerned - but Celebrimbor has never been overly fond of his voice. He can sing and hold a tune, yet once you hear someone like his bardic uncle, you cannot accept mediocre.)

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Jan. 27th, 2017 08:39 am
greywaren: (ғʀᴇsʜ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ)
[personal profile] greywaren
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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Jan. 25th, 2017 09:09 am
iustitiae: (72)
[personal profile] iustitiae
fuck.

[he kind of considers just leaving that but, as a afterthought tacks on:]

look, if anyone wants to ask the real me about anything happened, i'm here now.
iustitiae: (169)
[personal profile] iustitiae
[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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