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[Since it's far more efficient than contacting everyone individually, on the 13th all guardsmen are treated to a small reminder over the network:]

Guardsmen, if you are going to sea do not forget to inform either myself or Nick.

[In HQ a list of guardsmen who are at sea will be posted on the wall. Presently, it reads: Curufin, Fingon, Glacius, Jon, Maglor, Sonya.]

survivethis

[The video feed flicks on to show the face of an attractive brunette with blue eyes, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She's likely in her early-thirties and has an air of confidence, despite the unusual situation she's now in having just arrived on the islands.]

Hi, everyone. I just woke up here, and I wanted to thank everyone who's tried to make this... really weird situation a little more tolerable for those of us who just came through the door.

My name is Jill Valentine. Back home, I'm a member of an anti-bioweapons task force run by the United Nations.

Strangely enough, I'm told I've been here before. I don't remember that, but something about some of you feels really familiar.

[Her eyes scrunch a bit as if trying to search the recesses of her mind, but she can't remember this place no matter how hard she tries. It's almost like trying to recall a dream.]

So I just wanted to say, if you did know me before, you don't have to tip-toe around that. I'd actually like any and all information you can give me so I can prepare myself for this place. If I've already got friends here... well, I'd count that as a very good thing.

[She ends that with a little smile.]

Thanks.

puzzlingly

「There is this guy, finally showing his face on the network after like a month or so of chilling at Hope's temple. He smiles widely at the camera.」

Hey... What did I miss?

「How long has it even been...? Please don't say 3,000 years...」

Um, thanks for the umbrellas, by the way... to whoever did that. 「He pans the camera to the umbrella fort that someone made around him, it's got the most stylish umbrellas~

He manages to get out of there and then his face lights up like if it was Christmas Day.」

... Kaiba, guess what?! They are here! The Duel Disk pieces! You can finally put it together and stop being so moody! Thanks, Hope!

「He shows them to the camera as well, a bunch of electronic little pieces scattered here and there on Hope's altar, he picks up one gently and examines it, yep, he has no idea what it does. Any other day he would have just skipped this and go look for his friend privately, but this is way too cool to let it pass! Everyone has to know! Specially the moody part.」

Come on, come help me carry these so we can have that duel!

( ooc: coming out of meditative state will make this guy extra emotional to absolutely everything and might explode at the most stupid things, this will last a couple of days. take this is a blanket apology <3 )

hotspurred

[Henry stands with the sea stretching out behind him, wearing a frown on his face. His tone of voice is sharp and his words are direct.]

Guardsmen, report in. Tell me what pieces of this splintered city surround you and who is with you on your island.

[He keeps it short. The sooner they work out who is where, the better, and this
is the quickest means of finding out.]

kingforboth

[Kelson looks miserable, he's depressed and whiny on good days, and with Sorrow's resurrection everything he's tried to hold back is overflowing again. His eyes bright with tears, Kelson's struggling not to shed. His crown is lying somewhere, it’s certainly not on his head right now, his black hair undone from it’s normal braid.]

God help me why wasn’t I paying attention? If I was really in control and really a king I would have noticed. I should have been able to prevent it all. But I didn’t. Why hadn’t I been more careful with Llewell? I didn’t think he’d hurt his own sister. I didn’t notice until she gasped and by then he’d already killed her. ( cut for massive amounts of whining and CW's )

puzzlingly

「Atem hasn't made a network post ever since he was still wearing that strange golden eye, which, is long gone by now, so, there he is, with an important question, for him, at least.」

Ever since I got here I've heard people asking, what do people do here for fun? I was one of those people too, and honestly, the answers were lacking, they still are. Maybe we should change that.

As some of you know there is a casino on the second floor of the Speakeasy, and while gambling can pretty fun, it might not be for everyone. I wish to add all sort of games that everyone can enjoy. So, please, tell me about the games you know, the ones from your homes, what did you use to play for fun? Henry, I'm sorry, we cannot fit a jousting competition in there, 「Sorry dude, 」 but I will try my best to bring something else.

I know there are more pressing matters at hand, but there always are, there always will be something else, and this is what some of us might need right now, a different let-out that's not just fighting, maybe just for relaxation, for fun, for the excitement of the competition, or even to make new friends over a game you enjoy. There is no better feeling than it.

「Kaiba, he's looking at you, not every damn game has to end on someone dying.」

Ah-- there used to be poker nights too, we might as well bring back that tradition, 「Hats off to you, Firo, wherever you are.」 and, if you can beat me at it, you might get a prize. Actually... 「He smirks, smugly.」 if any of you can beat me at a game of your choosing, you may get a little something.

「You are not getting a damn thing, he's the bloody King of Games, ~~bitches~~.」

Don't forget the Welcome Dance Night at the Speakeasy, we are eager to see you there.

「He adds with a warm smile, and the feed ends.」

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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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Maybe

We can be friends?

hotspurred

Why make we friends, knowing each time it cannot last?

[Henry sighs heavily.]

Saber and Irisviel are gone.

I grew up on tales of King Arthur and his court. Never did I imagine that I would meet King Arthur, or see Excalibur with my own eyes. [He huffs a short laugh.] 'Twas a surprise to discover that she was a woman. It was an honour to fight beside her. It was a greater honour to know her beyond her legend. Saber was an estimable knight, and a steadfast friend.

Irisviel was the kindest woman I knew, lively and never meek. Despite the hardships she endured, she met everything with wonder and joy. [Briefly dry, he adds:] Even ghastly furniture. There was no trace of bitterness in her. Irisviel's spirit shone bright. Her company made it easier to endure this long imprisonment.

Being here was a blessing to them. Saber once spake this to me: their time together was once measured in days, not months. Though perhaps selfish when others suffered distress, she was thankful for this place.

May God rest —and unite again— their souls.

toiletseat_girl

[the video opens on an awkward looking teenage girl, sitting cross-legged on a bed, wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. she's holding a sheathed sword in her lap.

finally, she speaks]

Okay. I'm looking for someone to teach me how to fight. Fist-fighting, martial arts, swordfighting, guns, I don't care. I'm just sick of everyone else fighting my battles for me.

I guess that's about it. Just--lemme know if you can help. Thanks.

invariances

[ At first the person shown in the feed is completely covered, forehead to chin in wrapped linen rags and handcrafted goggles that look as though they've been repurposed from a flight helmet. As the video focuses though, she pulls her coverings apart to reveal her face as she speaks. A young girl, of about nineteen, dark-haired and dark-eyed and freckled enough to suggest she's seen quite a bit of sun in her short life. ]

I haven't introduced myself to the inhabitants here at large yet, but. My name's Rey. I've a few suggestions to offer everyone who isn't used to this kind of dust and debris in the air; my former home was essentially a desert wasteland, wracked by sandstorms, so I've got some experience with this that might be useful.

First — whenever you venture outside, cover every part of your face, eyes included if you're able to acquire some goggles. [ She holds them up to demonstrate. ] If you don't have a pair, I could probably fashion you some with some extra parts, provided you have some clear plastic for lenses. Make sure the eye covering is air-tight around your face. For your mouth and nose, use fabric that allows breathability; you want to limit particles, but not impair your breathing.

Second, for items in your home that are left out, turn them upside-down to ensure they accrue the least amount of dust, possible. Fine-mesh netting over your windows instead of screens. Make sure you cover up cracks in doors and entryways. Try not to venture outside during the worst of the storm, the harshest gales, because the sand and particles will be whipped up so hard that they actually might strip you of your clothing.

If you need any assistance with any of this, I'm happy to help. I know how hard it can be when you're subjected to the elements, like this.

That's all.

[ The feed clicks off. ]

puzzlingly

「He's been stalling on this for a while now, not sure of how to address it any longer, back then, when he first had learned about it, he was angry, frustrated, but now, not so much, he just wants answers. Might as well do this before there is more people coming into the city.

He looks thoughtful, mostly, as he stares idly at the camera not caring to hide the Millennium Eye stuck in his left socket as he did when they took pictures at Delmar's home. If everything went right, this would be the last time he would be seen wearing that creepy eye.」

Since everyone seems to be on the topic lately, I might as well remind you that there is a murderer among us. One that remains unpunished.

「Or so he thinks. He cannot keep wondering any longer, he needs to know. He needs to make sure there isn't someone running around killing people just because they think it's right. If that's the case.」

You, the one who killed Yukari, he might have deserved what you did to him, you made him pay for what he did, but you don't have my gratitude for it. Don't think you can hide forever. I will find you, no matter what it takes. And I will make you pay on his behalf.

「The tiredness in his voice, the aloofness in the way he speaks, the passion lacking in his usually prideful speech, doesn't quite make up for a good threat, maybe it's is not intended that way, but, it doesn't mean he's less determined about it. He will find them, he will read every person's mind in this city with the Millenium Eye if he has to. He can, why not simply do it?」

closerift

[ Guess who's back? Back again?? Etc., etc. ]

Hello, my fellow... cheerful... captives. After about a month of having no-bloody-idea who any of you lot are, I'm happy to report that Confusion's put me right, and so my memories have come back. Lots of gratitude there, obviously. It's an absolute nightmare to not remember how to do anything, in case you've never experienced it before.

So... yes. Memories are back, many thanks to Confusion, and I never did get to comment on our new home, did I? Listen - [ The Inquisitor shuffles a bit, the video skewing somewhat sideways. ] I've been here... over two years, and this is the first time we've had an actual sun. Comes with the whole leaving-the-caves situation, obviously, and while I'm glad for a bit of a change -

[ What was her point? Cecily pauses, then exhales roughly. ]

I've lost where I was going with that, so I'll just ask: what's edible and what isn't? More specifically, what here won't turn you into a maniac when you consume it?

hux

Just how many here have military experience? After the shambolic events prior, I do wonder if it's merely lack of experience than anything else.

The fact a lot are treating this as a "one-off" is going to be a problem. Do you really believe that everyone will just move past this as if it never happened? It should remind you of what you are; prisoners.

hotspurred

[Henry stands in armour, ever a proud knight. Yet this time his armour is stripped back to just his layers of mail over which he wears the blue sash of the Guard, a concession to the heat here above ground. While bearing a number of visible bruises and cuts, he otherwise seems hale. Yet his eyes are dark. He stands next to a shorter woman, but in a clear break from tradition, this time it's definitely not Maketh.

If it isn't clear enough that Kate is not Maketh, it's the fact that, despite standing straight backed and with her hair (long past the stage of having even the faintest hint of pink in it, all bleach blonde with steadily growing dark roots) pulled back into a bun atop her head, she looks rather like she'd prefer not to be hosting this on video. Which shouldn't surprise anyone who's been here long enough; her posts tend to be nothing more than text or audio. Suffice to say that the knight won the rock paper scissors match.]

We have survived with our hopes for a future yet intact. Though hard-fought, and at no small cost, I yet name that a victory. But let us not celebrate yet.

[Henry's voice changes; his next words come slower, and sharper. His pitch drops, and a trace of melancholy runs through both his tone and his expression.]

It grieves me to make it known that Maketh no longer numbers among us in Hadriel.

[It's only a small, momentary glimpse of the grief he feels at her loss. But he only means to get that knowledge out there rather than talk of it, so his expression quickly shutters as he returns to his previous composure. It gets him the briefest of sidelong glances from Kate, but other than the brief purse of her lips, she doesn't seem to react.]

There is more I would say. Henceforth, consider Nick Valentine my fellow commander of the Guard. Those who feel they cannot approach me may turn to him; it shall achieve the same end.

I ask that every guardsmen report in to inform me of their current state. I must know which of you are in need of respite, and who is available for duty. I have much work for those who are able.

[As he says that, he sets a hand on his hip and cocks his head at Kate.]

Kate stands next to me for good reason. Both the Clinic and Guard headquarters were destroyed in the Null's assault. We have decided to rebuild them side by side. As such, I expect all guardsmen who nurse no injuries to aid the the construction of both.

[It's at this point that Kate actually says something, clearing her throat before she speaks.]

Be built near the colosseum, like before. Anyone who wants to assist us is free to. We need both construction and supplies. Be posting a list of supplies the clinic needs when we begin construction.

[There's a beat of silence as Henry waits to see if Kate wants to say anything more than that, but when it's clear she's done, he simply nods once, decisively.]

I intend for the Guard to see a small number of watchtowers made and manned in addition to our usual patrols. Rest assured that you shall hear from us again soon.

hotspurred

[The moment the video feed begins it's apparent that things have gone horribly wrong at Hope's temple. The low angle indicates that the owner of the phone is on one knee. A blinding golden light fills the screen, and some may recognise Saber's voice as she cries out EXCALIBUR!. Saber cuts her legendary blade down and its immense blast of holy energy strikes an opponent impossible to see through its brilliance. Yet it fails to fell their foe, and as the brightness recedes details finally begin to emerge: the inside edge of a heater shield in the bottom corner of the screen; Saber herself, now dissipating into myriad tiny glittering lights that fade into nothing.]

She is injured, but not defeated. I leave the rest to you, Henry.

[Following Saber's last words, Henry speaks quickly and fiercely. There is grim determination and desperation in his ragged voice. Every word is a struggle but he forces them out through sheer willpower. He will die here, but not in vain.]

We need aid at Hope's temple! Immediately! The Null make their move! Guardsmen, to arms! Everyone able to fight, rise up now! We are betrayed. The gods are betrayed. The Null's ally amidst us is—!

[He is cut off by their enemy, now visible to everyone with stark clarity.]

[Delight is standing in the temple, looking- well, not very delightful. In her hand is a circular object, something that looks both hi tech and simplistic at the same time. There's evidence of a fight all around her, scorch marks on the wall, Drake and Percy collapsed in a heap in the background. She's alone but resolute as she looks toward the two of them.]

Stay down.

[Her voice is cold, final.

At that moment, Hope appears. It happens in an instant, and the expression on his face is a mixture of confusion and horror. He appears almost frozen, as if this is the last thing in the world he expected.]

What - what is this? Delight, what are you doing?

[Her expression weakens for a moment when she sees him- he trusts her, they all did. But there isn't time for second guessing, and now that everything else has fallen through, she has to do this on her own. Delight steels her resolve and tilts her chin up, fingers tightening on the weapon at her side.]

I'm saving them- and us. The only cost is you.

[There's a pause, before she lifts the weapon and aims it toward Hope. It begins to let off a faint glow, but the immediate effects are invisible. There's no gunfire or beam to denote that it's powered on, but it's clearly starting to work.]

I'm sorry.

[Stunned silence prevails for a second. Then the video lurches as Henry finds strength beyond his limits to stagger to his feet with a warcry of Esperance!. There is the briefest glimpse of Ikaruga moving into the shot, drawing her blade and heading towards Delight before the video abruptly ends.]

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( PRIVATE to HENRY PERCY and NICK VALENTINE )

paragonbrosca

So, I can't be the only one who's been smacked in the face with culture shock, right? Or technology-shock, because a lot of the shit that's here I've never seen or heard of and have no idea how it works. I've figured out a couple of things through trial and error, but I'm not too proud to admit most of my reaction is still 'no fucking clue'. For those in the same boat, how long did it take you to adjust? What's the craziest discovery you've made? And for those that aren't, care to lend some advice? I'll pay you in drinks or other stuff; if you've the patience to endure all my questions, you've earned it.

I've said it elsewhere, but just repeating myself now: if you're on that hit list and not that great at defending yourself, let me know. I'm pretty damn good at that, and so is the large war dog at my side. [Said war dog lets out an eager bark.]

notimpervious

In a departure from the statements of defiance and aggression that have been the city's focus since the Null's most recent communication, I am happy to announce that I have finished writing a book: ~~Bone Deep~~. Note: I have changed the title of the book to Written in Bone. This is a more suitable title.

It is a crime novel featuring applied forensic anthropology to assist federal law enforcement in murder investigations. The science is, of course, accurate, but for those who are more interested in characters, there is quite a lot of dialogue and fluff to denote the passage of time. I am told it is quite engaging and even stimulating.

A clean copy is available in the library. I hope it will serve as an adequate recreational activity for those who would like a temporary escape from the rather chaotic events unfolding in this underground city.

[OOC: "fluff" = "smut". Smut between leading lady Dr. Kathy Reichs and leading man Agent Andy Lester. To Brennan's eternal disappointment, most of her readers back home find the characters and "fluff" more interesting than the science. >:c Also, it's known in canon that her characters are inspired by her real life colleagues, so if your character would make that leap, they wouldn't be the first.]

citytraveler

[ Anyone who knows Kyrii by now knows that he isn't much of a talker. He's a listener. Well, he's more of a 'stare-er' actually.

But being trapped in a cave and trying to keep everyone relatively safe, even if it meant being stabbed by tree-creatures to do so... He's realizing that not everyone is very capable in taking care of themselves in a fight.

He might as well do something useful with everyone's time and open up a little. ]

Does everyone here... know how to protect themselves?

[ He's sure he's probably the hundredth person to offer what he's about to.

Oh well. ]

If you don't...

Let me know.

mismanagement

[A familiar sight greets anyone who has been in Hadriel long enough: Henry and Maketh stood together, serious and focused. Henry, as usual, wears his full plate armour and mail, and stands as one would expect of a knight ready for battle. Maketh is dressed in her regular uniform, a sword at her side and rifle stapped to her back.

Henry's sharp, unyielding voice demands attention; his whole demeanour is resolute as he speaks.]

Guardsmen! We are assisting the Fire Brigade as of now. Those who are able to directly fight the blaze must speak to Curufin anon, and bolster their force. Those who cannot without great risk to themselves are charged with evacuation and holding a perimeter. Report in!

[Maketh nods firmly.]

We ask that those with medical training report to the Clinic to assist with any injuries, and that the rest of you exercise caution. Be calm, be thoughtful, and we will endure this.

[After Maketh has spoken, Henry then addresses the wider public.]

If you are trapped or suspect someone else is, let us know without delay. What is the Clinic doing?

[His final words are a request for sense, firmly stressed.]

By working together, we may field the most efficient response we can. I urge those who do not number amongst us yet intend to fight this blaze to act with us, rather than alone, and those without the skill or training to remain safe to stay back and help in other ways. Be not foolish.

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