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Hey, guys.

[Tranquility sounds tired, worn out, a little defeated.]

Thanks for coming for me. That's not how I would've wanted it to go down, but... well, I'm here now. And at least Delight started fighting for us again there at the end. Everything she did, as bad as some of it was, was to try to keep us safe in her own misguided way.

I'm gonna miss her.

Anyway, we're kind of in a crappy position now. The Null are almost certainly gonna track her essence, the parts that ended up here. So we've gotta move, but we're running out of options and time. They've killed one of us already, and they were going to kill me. We've gotta decide how we want to play this. Your lives are on the line here, too, just as much as ours. Maybe more.

Wherever we go, the Null are gonna find us sooner or later. It kinda comes down to whether we want to try to strike against them first, or whether we want to find a more defensive location and shore up, wait for them to come to us. We have a few different options in terms of locations, some of which we've been to before and some we haven't. Thanks to a bunch of you guys, I have a lot of information about where the Null forces are, which places will be less safe or more safe, so take that into consideration.

There's a file attached to this with the info I've collected from you, and from what we already knew. Take a look at it - or don't, I'm not the boss of you - and let us know where you want to go.

Poll #21535

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Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 50

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Where should we move to?

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the Null planet
10 (20.0%)

the jungle planet
31 (62.0%)

the ice planet
3 (6.0%)

the desert planet
1 (2.0%)

the island planet
5 (10.0%)

[Each character's phone will download the world information file as soon as they read Tranquility's post.]

unfollowing

[ In light of recent events and the overall nature of life in Hadriel - what with death and the Door making everything extremely unpredictable - Emily decides to Do Right by everyone who helped her with her deal with Hope. ]

thanks to everybody who pitched in, we now have a coffee cart again

[ victoryfanfare.mp3 ]

if i die or disappear or whatever, or if there's a battle or a city split again, it could get lost or destroyed. so in the interest of making sure everyone with good taste has coffee for however long we're here, at least one other person should have coffee cart responsibilities

it's not hard. you can go whatever route you want, just make sure everyone gets a chance to have some so that hope keeps getting power and the cart keeps getting restocked. no prior experience required, though im pretty sure everyone can appreciate a skilled barista

anyway, i'm starting my route tomorrow at the sewing shop. if you're interested, lmk here or tag along or whatever, just let me know somehow

you're welcome

hardwearing

I'll get right to the point.

Anyone who didn't see my conversation with Hope, he recognized Harlan's picture of the creatures that attacked during the stampede. They may be the former inhabitants of this city, or their descendants, or just a species related to the one that the gods called hosts. Maybe they escaped the Null's genocide, maybe they defected, we have no way of knowing unless we can communicate with one. And the gods can speak to them.

That means if they come back, I think we should try to contain one. Take them alive but try not to get slaughtered in the process -- it sounded to me like they were scouting, and usually that means the enemy comes back in numbers and we already know their shells are very sturdy. We'll need to be ready. If anyone has ideas, now's the time. I'm really more used to killing things that don't surrender but we'll need both containment and defense.

Oh and if anyone's managed to get into those bunker-looking doors out on the way to the mountains, let me know? I'm curious if there are clues about whether or not the hosts were using them to hide from the Null. Hopefully our not being invaded means these guys aren't allied with them, but more information never hurts.

((ooc: accompanying plot post is here!))

missiondeterminant

[Hey, it's one of the resident robots who happens to also be a walking crime lab, here with a very short announcement.]

Although I advise boiling it to avoid any potential biological contaminants, the lake water is drinkable in regards to any metal or chemical toxicity.

[And that's it. He's been helpful, sort of.]

64th

[ Cashmere's lounging at home, alone. she's usually pretty content for alone time but it's felt extremely lonely recently. ]

I know a lot of you are like me - where there's no one else from your world here. Just you. It's for the best, honestly. I could be stuck with anyone. But sometimes I miss having people around who really know me. Who understand the things I understand.

So let's get to know each other a little better. What was your family like? Did you have a happy childhood?

[ she pauses, and grins. ] And if give me a really good answer, you can come over and take a nap with me.

64th

[ Cashmere is really dolled up. excessively so, one might say - her hair is big and curled, her makeup looks like she's expecting a photoshoot to begin any minute now, and she's wearing a blue-green dress with a low cut neckline. is there a club in Hadriel? because that's where it looks like she's going. even the lighting is fantastic, giving her a sort of glow. ]

Hello! [ she blows a kiss to the camera. ]

This morning I thought to myself: we need a little fun around here. And what better way to have fun than a party in my honor? I've taken care of all the details, so all you need to do is show up at my place tonight, dressed to impress.

You're excited, I'm sure. It is a truly generous and amazing thing for me to do. Feel free to tell me how excited you are, and your favorite thing about me.

See you there!

darknstormy

[ The video shook a little before finally landing on his face. Well, the profile of his face. Seth had turned it on without realizing then stepped away. He glanced back, catching something moving in his peripheral.

Shit.

[ A look of illumination graced his features and he stopped his approach to turn off the feed. Seth cleared his throat, his expression more accepting of their surrounding circumstance than his frustrated focus of seconds ago. What could he say? He was glad to have a speaking voice again. Might as well put it to use. ]

If there's somethin' that getting sucked from one mess to another's taught me, it's that nothin' lasts forever. All this shit's temporary... I couldn't talk soon after ending up here. My better half couldn't hear. And some of you got acquainted with the pain in the ass who lives with us, Leo. --Who by the way, can't exactly help what he is and didn't fuckin' ask to be made but still lives buy a code. But I digress...

[ Seth sat back after the brief introduction of sorts. ]

I'm Seth. Seth Gecko. You've already met Leo on here. As my Bonnie once called him, 'a walkin'-talkin' after shave commercial' who sang for you. Margo hasn't graced you all with an appearance yet but that's probably thanks to the roller coaster we've been through since arriving. She'll no doubt talk about magic when she does. Me? Well, I'm just a run of the mill guy from Kansas City. No powers, though not too bad with a piece.

[ He leaned forward and pulled out a gun tucked at the small of his back, brought it to view then returned it. ]

So if I haven't bored you all to hell yet, maybe some of who's left can enlighten me on what life's been like here? It seems the breaking up into islands is something new. Before ending up here, the three of us were at a place in France--or at least, it seemed French--that nobody could make a sound or chance gettin' torn apart by monsters.

Anybody sharin' insight about life here, you've earned yourself some manual labor. Or anythin' else I can come up with.

[ He offered an expectant look at the end. Not quite a smile, but a signature move when trying to get something without the means to obtain it otherwise. ]

dreamsallotted

You all remember Cal right? Blond har, used to be here. Smug as shit? Followed Pell around like a broken puppy dog?

So, I might have gotten him locked him up, told him enough lies mixed with half truths to break his mind and spirit and let him be locked up in a tower for thirty years.

And I'm only sorry he got out and it wasn't thirty years more.

inthewar

[ He has no idea what the fuck is going on, but he knows he's never felt like this before. He's reflected on the things he regrets, of course, and he's been haunted by the choices he made in certain situations, but he carries on with the business of living well enough. He takes what he can get, what joy he can find, and he focuses on that.

So, what the fuck. ]

Anyone else feeling pretty shitty almost non-stop?

[ He has no shame in talking to people, why the hell not? He has nothing to hide in expressing his emotions, though that doesn't at all mean he's ready or willing to just confess all his sins to whoever the hell is listening right now. He's got some measure of control still. ]

I was a fucking asshole once. I get it. I know it.

But whatever this feeling is now - shit. It's this place, right? It's gotta be.

[ And he has this desperate, almost suffocating need to fix the terrible things he's done, but he can't. He's just paralyzed by this overwhelming feeling of being an irredeemable asshole. ]

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Are you the people? The new hosts? Hello!!!!!!!! I am 864578 sub 5. If you like you may refer to me as [Name].

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We hurt you so much

I'm so.... I'm so angry! With myself! With my people! Why did we do that? You are just trying to survive!

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I am alone. In your city.

I am afraid.

Will you kill me if you find me? I hope you don't. I will continue to hide.

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I won't hurt you.

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We can be friends?

yearrounder

[Sigh. Really, Annabeth should be used to losing people by now, but, well. She never expected that it would be Percy. He's always been there. He's supposed to be impossible to get rid of. Maybe she'd been getting too complacent, which seems more than a little bit ridiculous for her life. And for a place like this. But she's supposed to be able to count on him.

...right?

She's quiet at first, but sighs once again before she starts speaking.]

I...don't know how many people he knew, but it looks like Percy Jackson left. He wasn't here for very long, but he was the one in the lake. That's pretty memorable, right? [Maybe not. People here can do all kinds of things.]

Anyway. I figured I should tell someone. In case anyone needs to know or anything. I'd want to know.

[She cuts it off there before it can get any more ridiculous.]

wantsnudes

While we debate over Delight's fate, I would like to share what little I can offer to provide relief to everyone.

[The camera pans over to one of the various pools of water, which is partially frozen over.]

The heat will melt it soon enough, and the ice magic itself is only temporary. But for anyone in need of ice or cold water, I can provide it. Meet me by Hope's pool if you wish to make use of such an offer.

[Belatedly, he realises he should explain himself--] My name is Fox. I apologise for wishing to remain anonymous, but you will easily identify me by the mask you see now.

[Perhaps the secrecy is excessive, and anyone perceptive enough might identify him by voice, regardless. But he wants to keep both his powers and his secret identity, well, secret, particularly when it's become harder to know who to trust since Delight's betrayal. A Phantom Thief can never be too careful.]

[locked to Mokuba]

Are you well? If you're ready to begin training, please let me know.

64th

Has anyone seen Chris?

01101110

[The following post is filtered away from... well, if your name is on this post, you're not going to see it.]

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Connection has been established.

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You have all been authorized. You will all receive an offer. You will all understand our offer.

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We must allow ourselves to be sure of your intent. We must be wary. We must be diligent.

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Working with us will ignite a war. You must be ready. You must be willing to weaken the parasites. You must work toward our goal.

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Kill one of the following members of your community who have sided against us and with the parasites. Respond with evidence that you have followed instruction.

If you do this we will tell you where the god killer is.

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Jo Harvelle
Ellie
Duck
Fingon
George Lass
Alphys
Chris Hartley
Hanako Nurumi
Seel har Parasiel
Will Solace
Gilbert Beilschmidt
Maglor
Cecily Trevelyan
Kate Galloway
Maedhros
Calanthe
Atem
Trafalgar Law
Lup Taaco
Aren Brosca
Rydia
Matt Murdock
Temperance Brennan
Terrence Ephemera
Lee Rosen
Margaery Tyrell
Julie Grigio
Kyna
Nathan Drake
Taako Taaco
Eddie Kasprak
Kain Highwind

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If there is sufficient proof of others consorting with the parasites we will allow proof to be presented. We will allow their deaths to be utilized to demonstrate alliance with the Null. We will reveal the location of the god killer within your city.

redwinekindofgirl

[Julie looks tired, and grouchy, and she sounds grouchy too.]

So, is this normal? I mean, it's not normal, obviously, but should I be expecting more of this crap while I'm stuck here?

[She rubs under one of her eyes, where lack of sleep is already making shadows.]

Give me a zombie apocalypse any day.

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

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?]

Poll #18652

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

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Who should lead the investigation?

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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

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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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.

dreamsallotted

[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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