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[The post starts with an embedded image of a bedazzler sitting on a shelf in one of the Hadriel shops. Innocent enough, right?]

found one of these bad boys this morning
u kno what that means
or u dont but u will

[This is followed by a series of images of items that Tucker has helpfully pre-bedazzled.]

if u want anything that doesnt got my fantastic fuckin art on it
not that i can imagine why ud want that
but yall better hurry to the stores
bc i got sequins and shitty plastic jewels for days
n u cant stop me

writtendestiny

[She's new here, but this isn't her first walk in the 'kidnapped to a strange place to be used for something against your will' park. Poison still isn't settled, but she's getting the hang of things, and the face that appears on the screen is slim and pale with large, focused violet eyes.]

I'm looking for some people I might know, from the place I was in before this one. That wasn't my home, either. We called it the Box, and the people there tortured us - killed us, repeatedly - trying to stop a... a monster from waking up and destroying everything in that part of the world.

[She says this without much emotion on her face, though it's difficult to tell whether or not that's just a front for the purpose of the message.]

The last thing I remember is being on a train. The experiment was failing and we were being moved somewhere else. If that sounds familiar to anyone, contact me. [A beat, then--]

My name is Poison.

[She ends the video here, after another moment or two of silence and the smallest flicker of what might be hope in her eyes.]

magician_king

Okay, I guess I'm a little overdue for this-

[Here goes nothing.]

My name is Quentin Coldwater. I'm a magician. I used to teach at Brakebills, and for a while, I lived in Fillory. I've got a pretty good grounding in physics and mathematics, and interuniversal travel. Normally I would consider myself able to claw my way out of this shit, but no dice this time.

Is there anyone here who knows anything about any or all of the above?

[He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a nervous habit.]

I would like to get the fuck out of here, if anyone has any, uh, inroads on that one. Novel, I'm sure, but we've all got to start somewhere. Cheers.

stealyoursoul

[Since his powers had come back, Leo has been seized with one thought in mind. He's got to find something to eat. Or rather, someone, a sinner with a soul dark enough that it'll satisfy him. He's got an idea, which is likely not going to endear him to a lot of people, but he doesn't give a fuck. There's no introduction when the audio starts, just the sound of a guitar being played in an odd finger-picking style most players don't use.

It just sounds so nice, doesn't it? Like the most beautiful song you've ever heard. You just want to keep listening to it and hope it doesn't stop. Eventually, it sends all the listeners into a calm and blissful state, which considering how things are around here, isn't the worst idea in the world. It does also provide a compulsion to confess. It can be the telling of a regret never realized, someone's worst sins, or anything in between. When he's played for about a minute or so, he finally speaks.]

Anyone out there listening to this?

[If he's ended up putting anyone under his thrall, they'll most likely answer before they even realize what they're doing. Sunai songs are powerful things.]

[OOC: Good time to check out his permissions post beforehand so you and I can know your character will react and be affected!]

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Reboot attempt 5890426767832059: Successful.

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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

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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Maybe

We can be friends?

odinbolt

( The video opens to half a second of Serah looking vaguely unsure about what she's doing before a smile crosses her face when her phone begins recording. )

Hi. ( Start with manners. It's only polite. ) I'm Serah. I'm one of the newer people here. And, well, back home I was a teacher. I know this place doesn't have a proper school or anything, but I wanted to help with that.

( Which is why she's stood in a building, one which has seen better days but is in one piece. )

I think, if we fix this place a little, we could use the rooms for hosting lessons.

( How can you say no to that optimistic little voice.

A breath before she speaks again- )

That's all I wanted to say. Thank you for listening.

( Serah Farron out. )

demonsional

[Things have been very weird. There have been a lot of kids? Suddenly? Some of the kids are his friends but they don't remember him? It's weird! Hayden has no idea. What he does know is that he's "do everything for Hope" quest never sleeps. So he's posting a new video waving around an empty jar.

Some former squad members may recognize this as the selfsame mud jar. But it's clean now. Thank God.]

This is my wish jar! Please I am hoping to fill it with wishes for Mister Lord--I mean--I mean--

[He hesitates, practically choking as he stammers in confusion.]

For Hope.

[The sudden lack of titles makes him look very guilty and uncomfortable and he loses his enthusiasm, if only for a second. Then he snaps back to attention.]

I am going to give him many happy things and it will be from all of us and then he will feel better so please tell me all of your wishes and they can be whispered into the jar and they will make him feel much better!

[He's kind of stuck on a repetitive loop here but he's hardly noticed. He just shakes the jar even more.]

Wishes! Please! Thank you!

anoshe

I've been stuck in my rooms for three days. I don't have words for how incredibly bored I am. I may well go mad.

So! In the interests of getting to know some of you better, let's chat. I have a question to start things off. What is one thing you wish people could know about you without you having to tell them?

For example, I wish I didn't have to explain that I am royalty. It's a bit awkward, and sounds like bragging, when really it's just the fact of who I was born to. So I'd choose that - or the fact that I prefer red wines to white. Then no one would ever have to worry about serving me the wrong thing. Actually, that one might be even more convenient.

What about you? At least some of you must be just as bored as me.

imhisaunt

[Today is one of those days that the loneliness that always follows just a few paces behind Delmar has caught up with him. It's for no reason in particular. It's not been a bad day, nothing specific has happened. He woke up with it wrapped around him like a blanket he can't shrug off. It's not the oppressive, sharp type of loneliness that cause a breakdown, just a quiet kind that perhaps makes that space on the other side of the bed feel that much emptier, the quiet seem heavier, or make him look that little bit older when he gazes in the mirror.

Back home he'd escape through his television. He'd bundle himself into his favorite armchair and let himself get lost in his favorite soap opera, the romance, the drama...it'd keep him company.

But he doesn't have something like that here, so in a small attempt to distract himself, he turns to the network. He's sitting at his kitchen table when he turns on the video and perhaps looks a little bit tired. Not ill or injured, nothing like that, but perhaps the bright and chipper Delmar just seems somewhat less vibrant today.]

Do, um, do any of you have things that...that you know you'll never get to do?

[He's looking more at his fingers that are knotting nervously with each other than he is at the screen]

I've been so blessed since I came here. So many people have been so very nice to me.... I am so lucky with all my friends.... but, um--

[His hands shift then, palms now laying flat against the surface of the table]

--But sometimes its hard to not think about home.

[And how none of the wonderful things he's been given here will be there when he goes back. His thoughts try to add a hopeful 'if'...if he goes back...but today the 'if' feels like the fairy stories parents tell their children]

demonsional

[Hayden's never posted to the Network all on his own before, so it's a little nerve-wracking. In fact, he's kind of shaking a little as he sits himself in front of his video feed, tittering and mumbling to himself before he actually seems to remember he's recording and maybe he should say something. So then he says a lot, all at once, really loudly.]

Hello I'm Hayden and I don't think anybody should think about bad stuff like murder anymore! Perhaps maybe consider...that people are nice and would not like it! I have met a lot of nice people! Tell me who your favorite people are, please! Let's all talk about our favorites! My favorites are Mister Harlan and Miss Temperance and Lord Mister Sir Hope! Also, also, a lot of others I think!

[Hayden takes a breath.]

Thank you goodbye!

[He reaches for his phone and fumbles with it, but then it's off.]

lingeringhope

I appreciate the vote of confidence, though I do understand that it was more for Sorrow than for myself. Nevertheless, we will be undertaking an investigation shortly. Our main goal is to uncover any allies the Null have in the city - this should be no surprise.

However, I will admit that we have not conducted an investigation such as this before. Our kind never had any need to. As such, we would appreciate any constructive input you would like to give, as well as any assistance you may wish to offer. We have discussed this and decided on a course of action already, but Sorrow and I have agreed that some of you may have more experience with this sort of thing. It would be foolish of us to ignore that. We are listening to your suggestions.

However, please note that I said constructive input.

imhisaunt

Good morning, everyone!

[Delmar waves with a timid excitement at the screen, blushing in his shyness but it's taken him an hour to work up the courage to make this announcement and so he's got to go through with it now or never! And in his anxiousness he hasn't even realized that there are a few drops of yellow and pink paint on his cheek]

I was wondering if, um, if perhaps anyone wasn't busy if they'd like to come help me paint the walls of my apartment? I thought they were too dreary so I wanted to brighten them.

[He fumbles a bit with the phone to get a view of where he's painted one part of a wall with a cheerful and child-like representation of New York with a bright sun and clouds above it. He then returns the screen to himself]

Anyone is more than welcome, I have paint and I also have treats if anyone might be hungry.

[Delmar then looks uncertain, unsure what else to say]

T-that is all. Thank you!

lemontree

[ The device is held by someone who is clearly still learning how to use it. The visual is bits and pieces of a young woman, one who eventually gets the camera pointed at her face... more or less. Her head is in the bottom of the view, partially cut off by the angle so that most of the image is ceiling. ]

I have now seen the arrival of new captives for myself. It has only been weeks since I was brought here, but this helps to confirm that things really are as you all say.

[ It's been hard to swallow the story that everyone tells, but a month is more than enough time to see it all in action, much as she hates to admit it. ]

I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne. ... I am many other things, too, but there are no titles that carry weight in Hadriel. There is no Iron Throne, there is no war between the Great Houses. There is only the war between those beings that call themselves gods and we who are their prisoners. [ Her mouth flattens unhappily, jaw tight in clear defiance. ] I have much to say about these gods, but that is not a matter for this - message.

[ What are the little boxes called, anyway? Hopefully, it's actually sending out her words, or else she'll feel more ridiculous than she already does. ]

I am asking for the aid of someone who can fight. I am no warrior, and I don't need to be taught the skills for myself. Rather, I need a guard. This place is dangerous more often than it isn't, and not one soldier from my armies arrived at my side. [ Dany's expression softens a little: this is a request that isn't likely to have any results. ] ... I do not ask for service out of loyalty, as I am owed none from any of you. I realize, too, that there are few ways that such work could be repaid in a place like this. All the same, I'm not able to defend myself from the monsters that make their home here, and so... I must ask.

[ Nothing comes without a price, which makes this difficult, given that she has nothing to pay with. ]

I have no confidence in my ability to speak on this device, so if you are near the center of the city, in the middle of the houses and shops, you can find me nearby. ... You have my thanks.

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