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[Chris gives a small wave and smile as the video opens, looking a little tired but otherwise pleased with himself.]

Hey, everyone. Just uh, a quick announcement that the emergency alert app now works with the GPS. You'll have to redownload it, but all your settings and whatever should just carry over to the new version automatically.

[There's a file attached to the post to download, and Chris is quiet a moment before continuing.]

And just like, if anyone's curious, magic GPS is not the easiest thing even to work with. Also, those are totally not words I ever thought I'd say.

[But whatever. He goes a little more serious then, adding in a last comment--]

I um, hope everyone's doing okay after the event, too.

[And he gives a small wave goodbye, though he doesn't end the broadcast just yet. Instead, he switches on a filter.]

( [Private to The Guard] )

survivethis

[The video feed turns on, immediately following this announcement, and shows a blonde woman with light blue eyes. To say she looks strong or capable might be an understatement. She has the look of someone who's been a cop or in the military, or maybe a bit of both. She smiles a little into the camera, but the smile is thin, since there's grim business to discuss.

This is a new thing for her; visiting another world, and she's brand new here. The only benefit of such a visit would be getting away from zombies... haha.. hah..]

Hello. My name is Jill Valentine, and I'm one of the new ones here. [Introductions are generally a good way to start.] I'm also a new member of your city guard. Where I come from, I'm in an organization called the BSAA. [More like a founder.] The Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. It's a world-wide organization that's trained to deal with... well, monsters. Zombies. Biological weapons.

It's my mission to protect people from things like that, and since there have been zombie sightings here recently, let me tell you what I know about them.

Now, I can't guarantee these monsters work exactly the way they do where I come from, but a few of these tips just might save your life.

[She reaches for her knife and lifts it.]

You'll want something to protect yourself. Back home, it's bullets, but I understand the armory is limited here. Luckily, zombies like these tend to be slow moving. In my world, they're created through a virus that shuts down all life systems of the body except for motor function and an unending hunger to consume flesh. If one of them bites you, it's just a matter of time before you become one of them. That's how the virus spreads. It can also spread through contaminated water, so make sure you're mindful of what you consume.

[She taps the flat of the knife against her palm and lifts it again.]

Stabbing one won't do any good. They don't feel anything. The only way to stop them is to go for the head. Once the brain has been damaged, the zombie is done for. You can also use fire. If you can't do either, go for the legs and get the hell away as fast as you can.

[As for other survival tips...]

Honestly, I'm a little worried. There's never just a few zombies. Typically, they move in groups. It can be easy to be outnumbered and overwhelmed. You can lock your doors, but enough of them can break down doors, bust through windows... there's even some viral species that can put up ladders. I would advise you to stick with a partner. Watch each other's backs. High ground is the best tactical position.

If you need help, just call on me or any of the city guard. I'm not saying you can't take care of yourself, but if you feel the need, don't hesitate, and we'll report to your location right away.

[She about wraps it up, but remembers one last thing.]

Oh, if you see one that's turning... red? Set it on fire immediately or get away from it. Once those are on their feet, they just might outrun you. Feel free to ask me any questions you might have.

cashlin

Heya, cavebros!

[A little wave! Hadrielites new and old, you're treated to a tattooed, more-enthusiastic-than-she-should-be redhead. She looks somewhat casual today, apart from the shotgun resting innocently across her lap, and is seated on her apartment's couch as if they weren't all facing imminent zombie-related terrors.]

Ignore Hyperion just now. Obviously, someone's been hitting whatever gross bathtub stash he and his weirdo roommate keep stocked: he's not aware that we're in the middle of a friggin' zombie apocalypse.

[hoo. anyway. Lilith huffs, rolling her eyes, and cocks her shotgun.]

I have a couple things I wanna propose to you guys, since nobody's gonna beat my Ms. Pac-Man score. Ever. [Yes, that IS a challenge.] I'm in my spire and getting bored of window-sniping zombies, so is anybody down for a rousing game of... I'unno, tabletop? I remember the rules well enough that we can use the boards and dice I salvaged from the stupid board games that the gods dropped all over the place. Either that or we can have a zombie-shooting party on the roof! It'll be fine. We can light some of 'em up-- that'll be sweet, right?

[Suddenly, there's an ominous groaning and shuffling from the other side of the room: Lilith, swearing under her breath, fires her gun at something off-camera that crumples with a resounding thump. She makes a little sound of disgust before setting her gun back down.]

Ugh. I wanted to keep that one, too... Maybe wait to come over 'till I throw this guy out the window.

[The camera briefly pans to a now-truly-dead undead she'd....kept tied up????? in the???? corner???? lilith wtf.... before she cuts the feed.]

torrefied

[Shortly after it becomes apparent that the newest crop of arrivals has started trickling in, Mello sends the following network-wide message:]

Those of you who have just arrived would do well to read this. (Attachment: README.txt)

Those of you who aren't new will no doubt have commentary to add, since it's typically known that those who are unable to do things themselves tend to have no trouble criticizing those who can and do.

[Mello's not bitter. YOU'RE bitter.]

amos_moses

[At first there is a confusion of sound, before it becomes clear it’s music: a little bit tinny from the mp3 speaker nearby, but the song has a fast tempo and a rolling rhythm. The low male vocals are smooth and light.]

[The opening picture of the video is something oddly textured and unrecognizable at first, until the jabberjay pulls its head back and examines the screen with one beady eye. It blinks, pecks the screen, then hops away, bored. The crazy angle of the screen reveals one of the tower apartments: and it belongs to Amos, as evidenced by both the bird and the fact that Amos is in the middle of the main room, dancing to the music.]

[Shirtless, he’s only wearing shorts and a pair of socks: the socks are knee-high and an eye-searing combination of neon green and electric orchid stripes. Short and close-knit, Amos is lean-muscled like a dancer or a gymnast, and he moves with the same careful and precise grace. He has a few scars scattered across his skin, visible in glimpses as he dances without restraint, joy written all over his face.]

[At first the dance moves are slower, classical training showing for those who can recognize it, ballet and ballroom. But as he warms up, Amos mixes it up, pulling from all kinds of dance: contemporary, the street hip-hop and breakdancing, the sensual steps from bars and nightclubs….and more, with martial arts kata stirred in, and tumbles and leaps from gymnastics, flexible and quick. He’s moving for the sheer unbridled joy of moving, the pure physical pleasure of throwing his whole body into expression. It’s a little wild, more than somewhat childish as Amos gives in with abandon. He delights in the push and burn of exertion: dancing is something he’s always loved.]

[He’s in constant motion until the song ends: then he staggers to a halt and flops over into a nearby pile of pillows: all brightly coloured and none of them matching. He laughs, breathless and full. Oh that had been fun!]

Hey sugar!

[Amos rolls over to sit up, hair messed in every direction, as the jabberjay calls out to him. It hops back over to the phone and pecks it. Amos bounces to his feet and over to the phone himself.]

Ain’t good to eat, leave it alone, mon choux.

How’d you turn this thing on anyways?

[Amos scoops up the phone and turns it off, oblivious to the free show he’s just given the network.]

truthvalue

[Eyyyy, so. Here's a face some of you may already recognize. Souji puts on his best crowd-pleasing smile as he turns the camera on himself, clearly comfortable with this method of public address. Observant types might guess he's probably had some practice with it, and they'd be right.]

Hello. I've already met some of you, but for those I haven't, my name is Souji Seta. It's very nice to speak with you all.

[He turns the camera around to show one of the uninhabited buildings in the city, possibly one that you've noticed before, and continues speaking:]

I noticed this empty building looks like it might have been a restaurant at some point in the past. I don't really know anything about building renovation, so I'd like to ask if there's anyone here who does know who would be willing to help me restore it.

[The view shifts again, back to Souji.]

Before I was brought here, I was on a ship, and I used to cook for the crew. I'd like to continue doing so, if you'll allow me. I think having someplace like this would be especially helpful for new arrivals while they're adjusting to life here, but I'd be happy to cook for everyone.

[A quiet yip yip can be heard from offscreen, drawing Souji's attention to something at his feet (it's a fox, shhh). He smiles and nods.]

Yes, even you.

fadeling

[The angle of the video is strange--Cole's not too great with technology and to be honest, he's mostly been avoiding it. For the most part he just looks...confused. Everything was so dark here most of the time and while he can't complain about the brighter tone, he still isn't sure that he trusts it.]

Is it too bright? I can't tell.

[Cryptic as always, it seems. He may not even know that he's being recorded.]

Defeated darkness, driving and driven, but now it's bright and burning.

[Confusing. The entire world is confusing outside the Fade. And this place is even more so.

But after a moment he looks down at the camera, still looking a little lost. But then, doesn't he always?]

Is it helping?

circumitus

need a gun.
particularly one that doesn't shoot rainbows or a sign with the word "bang!" on it. [Yes, she is being dead serious about this.]

rifles are preferred, but any firearm will do.

services offered in exchange.

protection if necessary.

will also kill extra if you're in want of ammo.

[How does that sound, Hadriel? SPECIAL PRICE, EXTRA NICE. JUST FOR YOU.]

cashlin

[As much as Lilith's got a distaste for Fear, she loves any excuse to put on a stellar performance. She's got a palm, shimmering with purple phase energy, facing up just barely in sight at the edge of the feed, to set the mood: the wicked grin on her face is cast in shadow.]

Okay, okay, I got one. Picture this. [Lilith clears her throat, and puts her best DM voice on:]

You're on Pandora-- you and your teammates are the only people you've seen for miles and miles on the barren, dry wastes. Except for the Psychos who tried to chew your leg off. Soooo... the only sane people, I guess.

You're starving. You're tired. Two of you are almost bled out, held up by painkillers and the most minor of healing injections, numbing all the nerves in your body that're telling you to turn back and to stop chasing this next kill. But, hell, if you've come this far, you're not going to stop, are you?

And. [Dramatic pause.] At last, you find it. The Mothrakk. It's the mother of all the Rakks you've ever seen on Pandora: a span of torn-up skin wings bigger than you ever thought possible, scabbed-up flesh over its terrifying bony frame! How the hell is it flying, you ask? You don't have time to contemplate that shit, it's spitting fireballs at you, raining hellfire down from the fucking skies!

Whoops. [She's knocked the camera over while gesticulating mid-story. (You do have time to contemplate, apparently.) Lilith clears her throat and resets the camera before picking the tale right back up again.]

Over an hour of fierce battle, third degree burns, burnt-out rocket launchers, and exploded rover turrets later, the beast is dead. You've all won. The horrible creature comes down like a meteor, and it shakes the earth where it falls... a mile away.

[Lilith's phase energy blinks out.]

You walk all the way there, and it's only dropped a white-level gun.

[Is she gonna go th-- yep. She is.] A Tediore.

Dun-duh-duuuuuuun.

torrefied

In the interest of having it completed some time this century, I'm taking over the project to create a guide document for new arrivals.

[And he's starting it from scratch, no thanks to Chris.]

If you can tear yourselves away from telling ghost stories long enough to reply, I'm interested to know what information you found most helpful when you first arrived, as well as what you would have liked to know sooner rather than later.

thechoiceisyours

[Chris smiles and gives a small wave at the camera when the feed starts, then turns his hand to show Hope's blessing on the back of it.]

So uh, who else got one? And are they all from Hope, or...?

[This is so cool you guys he wants to see who else got what. And for something else slightly less important by still cool--]

Oh, also, my iPhone was up and working for a bit thanks to Pell, and I managed to get some music off it. I'll share on the condition no one makes fun of my taste.

[The last comment is a joke--he's really not going to be too hurt by jabs about his choice in music--but the offer is serious, and attached is a download of the music he's copied off so far. It's kind of a slow process, so there's still more on the phone that he can transfer later.]

lingeringhope

At the rate these monsters arrive, before long there will be too many of them for me to effectively keep them within the caves. As such, I would appreciate it if those of you who can fight would help out your fellows by venturing into the caves and killing a few monsters. Naturally, you would be rewarded for this.

Additionally, the state of the city itself is quite poor, and I am unable to waste energy on improving it. Anyone who might wish to assist on that point will find supplies in the shops for a period of time. Any help there will not go unrewarded either.

You do not have to participate, and I have no doubt that some of you will refuse to for petty reasons, but to those who do - you have my thanks.

pighead

ingredients of a good shitpost:

well thought out

insightful

sincere and kind

lots of emoji + dank memes to make them annoying af

youre welcome hadriel this was a good effort but make your next shitposts even better

bookman_exorcist

[The feed turns on to the redheaded exorcist in a flower crown. Beyond that and his sparkly eye things seem to be pretty normal. Lavi still hasn't quite gotten the full grasp on using the phone, but he's mostly there. No shaky video footage here.]

Hey hey fellow... cave people? kidnapees? misplaced humanoids? Well whatever we are, how's it goin'?

I admit this place's got a lot better now that all the creepy stuff is in one spot, but does anyone need help with anything? I haven't met too many of ya, so I'll introduce myself. I'm Lavi, a Bookman and an Exorcist for the Black Order. Some of you might know Kanda already, and if you do sorry and yes he's that mean to everyone.

[He laughs and shrugs his shoulders, just in time for his filter to change to a halo.]

Anyway, feel free ta hit me up! And don't be strangers Yuu and Two Spot~.

[[ooc: very open for action comments should you prefer to run into the silly redhead near the orchard]]

alayne

[ This is evidently the first time she is doing this, anyone can tell and she knows it; it is clear by the little frown, the uncertainty. there is nervousness and fear, too, but those she knows how to hide. A moment later and the confusion is tucked away and she offers a little graceful bow ]

Fellow residents, I hope this finds you well.

[ She knows grace well, the girl. The one who came before wore it a little better than her but a baseborn girl must not have the gracefulness of a highborn lady. ]

I am Alayne Stone, a newcomer to your city. Some of you I have met already, those who have been kind enough to help me upon my arrival, my thanks to you.

[ she tucks a strand of chestnut brown hair behind an ear ]

I ask for advice and counsel. I know little of the ways of the city nor what is expected of me during my stay. I know of the gods, a little.

[ and already she fears them, all of them ]

Are there any vendors in the city? I am searching for fabrics, in specific and if - if there is a need for tunics or breeches or dresses, I would be pleased to offer my services, I was oft told my stitch-work and embroidery are pleasing.

[ a breath. she attempts a smile ]

My thanks for your time and your counsel.

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