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[The video opens not in the Sewing Shop but in Margaery's apartment where she's sitting in the middle of her bed, a pillow clasped in her arms. she's looking down from the camera and she's in a bathrobe and nightgown, both wrinkled. her hair is disheveled and her eyes are heavily rimmed with red, as though she's spent a long time crying. which she has been. a whole day and night and a new day of crying.

she tries to look up at the camera, clear her throat and speak, but the words don't come. fresh tears well in her eyes and she looks down again, biting her lower lip.

a long moment passes with nothing but Margaery fighting back tears and silent. finally, she looks back up at the camera and speaks]

I--I thought people may want to know that Matt Murdock is no longer among us. His. His help was invaluable in the time before the Null invasion and [her voice breaks] he will be missed greatly.

[she brushes a tear off of her cheek, looking down again. she forces herself to look back up and continues]

I need to apologize to those I promised garments to. I. It will be at least another month before they're finished. I'm--I'm sorry.

fifthreturned

All right, guys. I guess you probably already know where this is going. I managed to catch Delight before she could get out of here, so now we just have to decide what to do with her. Needless to say, we can't agree, and anyway what she did hurt you guys just as much as it did us.

So this decision is gonna be up to you. Obviously there are some options that aren't available - we're not just gonna let her go free. That would be pretty dumb, right? But a lot of us don't want the more extreme options, either.

We'll tell you how we feel in a reply to this. Think about it yourselves, and vote. You'll have about a week to decide.

Man. This sucks.

Poll #19227 What should we do with Delight?

This poll is closed.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Access List, participants: 66

What should we do with Delight?

Imprison her
37 (56.1%)

Exile her
5 (7.6%)

Kill her
24 (36.4%)

bekommen

[The dust has settled, the suns have risen, and Nick survived, sure, but she's struggling with what survival in this instance means. So she's turned to her old trusty coping mechanism - alcohol, an emergency bottle she'd stashed away for just in case. She's not completely trashed by the time she starts talking, just drunk enough to feel as fragile as necessary to talk about herself with strangers about things she doesn't normally open up about.]

You know, I've been thinkin' ... now that we actually got time to think again ... how many of y'all fought in wars before? 'Cause we don't really got wars where I'm from. I mean - there are wars, sure, but nothin' like what happened here. Not anywhere near me, anyway - the last war that happened in my country was like, a hundred and some years ago. Wars are somethin' you read about in history books, or watch movies about, or you see on the TV, in the news, happening in other countries so far away you don't even really know where they are on the map.

[A pause; the slosh of liquid against glass as she takes another swig.]

I, uh - I grew up in a real small town in the middle of nowhere, and a lot of the kids in my school had dreams of joining the military and fighting to defend freedom or whatever, but that was never me. I didn't have dreams of doing anything with my life. Hell, I figured I'd be dead by the time I got as old as I am now.

[A whole twenty-seven years old. Practically a grandma, right?]

But I - I had this friend I made here, a while back - he's gone now, but he'd lived for like, a thousand years. He'd been through wars, personally, and we had this mind-link thing happen once, on accident, when Confusion first turned up. I got to see what war was like, through his eyes. It was every bit as awful as the history books and TV reports and movies will have you believe, but ... it still wasn't anything like what happened here.

[She misses Ushahin, even though he was gone by the time she returned. She misses Chris, too, now that he's disappeared. She inhales a shaky breath, and it's not enough to keep her voice from wavering.]

I don't - sorry, I don't really know what I'm doin' here, y'know? I'm just a bartender from Chicago - I used to sing in a band. I'm not a fighter. I'm not a hero.

[And then, muffled, through her hand, before she kills the feed:] ... This is stupid.

firstreturned

What a nice welcome after such a long time away. You creatures never disappoint with how angry you get.

[Rage is back, back again. Go ahead, tell a friend. She's giving a nonchalant smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes -- it's hard to be pleased about being well fed when you've just spent six months scouting in enemy territory.

In fact, her face goes to neutral as she picks up again.]

First things first: We don't know for certain how the Null were able to find us, but we did discover at least part of the problem: there's a mole in the cave.

[Her voice goes cold when she makes the statement, and it pretty much stays that way for the rest of this post. Also, no, she wasn't trying to make a pun or a clever reference to the city being underground.]

This is the only way for the Null to consistently be able to chase us through space. [And not just because Fear sucks.] Hope and Sorrow's investigation should turn up more information about that. Would that you'd all voted for me, but like my brethren, I'll defer to your decision.

Second, it would seem your strangely shaped bodies have inspired our pursuers. We found them experimenting with bipedal robotic bodies that move the way you do. By the way, that doesn't exactly help anyone's case here. Clearly, they're finding you useful to a large extent.

[She's suspicious as hell, in effect.]

Finally, the Null's objectives have changed. They've constructed prisons capable of containing us no matter the form we take, and not only that, but they'll be able to use us to power their operations. I know some of you will see this as justice, but before you jump to such a predictable conclusion, consider this: our interference aside, the power my siblings and I gain from you is used to keep you alive and comfortable. We're able to coexist. What the Null want is our absolute confinement for their selfish purposes. Think for a moment about what that means. You all seem to like Delight. How would you feel if someone locked her up in a small space to do whatever they want with her?

[She's angrier now, more emotion in her voice and face. The silence after that question is short, but it's long enough for her anger to cool again.]

The mission was too dangerous for us to obtain more information than that. Given we're actively being betrayed by someone here, I wasn't inclined to share any of this with you, but I suppose it isn't fair to leave all of you in the dark because of one person or small alliance's actions.

[She leaned much more heavily towards not wanting to tell the residents, but Delight would tell them, and Rage is the last person who wants to disappoint Delight at all.]

Consider this a gesture of goodwill.

[With that flat, clipped sentence, she cuts the feed.]

feelslikeimspilling

[ Will hasn't really been around much at all. Finding small comfort in escapism. Fishing was too obvious a choice as was the spot down by the river he'd made for his Fenic fox and Nugs. No, Will had been living low, hiding out in various God's temples and small nooks and crannies not so deep inside the tunnels, practicing how to most efficiently take out some of the monsters with or without a weapon.

His voice is raspy like he hasn't spoken a word in weeks... which is partly true. ]

My mind has been a busy mess of blur and motion. Thoughts buzzing past like worker bees, endlessly in their endeavor... Nauseating- I er, I know a lot of turbulent occurrences have swooped down and splattered, most ungracefully so, all over this shithole of a cavern we have no choice but to call home. It's been testing, to say the least...

[ A moment of silence as Will recalled the fires, the mirrors and so on. That wasn't what he wanted to be focusing on right now. A heavy sigh before he continues. ]

... Such has been out of our control, true, but what about the things that aren't? There's no death here, no justice either, no real justice. Sure, we have the illusion our City Guard like to cast over us, that we're safe and looked after. Frankly, since Jill vanished I can't for certain say I'd trust any of them with my life- Ah, but what does life matter here, huh? No death, no crime. Murderers and monsters are our neighbors. Friendly Mr. Rodgers in his bloodstained sweater...

[ He's rambling, emotional and tired. ]

We need justice. We're ruled by our emotions, literally! God's? What God's?' He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings utter darkness into the light.' Isn't that what a God does? No, all this death, killing, darkness has to stop. We need a system of order, a place to hold the dangerous, a means of judging and sentencing them... How many times can we be revived before it's too late?

... Well, I'm gonna be trying to do something about it, even if I have to do it alone.

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.

bekommen

[Hey, Hadriel. Guess who's back. Guess who's got the camera turned on her deeply scowling face.]

What the fuck did you assholes do to Delight's bar?! Seriously, I leave this shithole for like, a week, and y'all wreck the one good thing we had here?

[Nick is disappoint, son. The video ends with her shaking her head, staring out at the ruins of what used to be her second home in Hadriel.]

tongueamok

As it seems this place has stripped me of my students, I have decided I ought to find another one, perhaps two.

[Probably one. He's not holding his breath here.]

If you have any interest in learning glyphcrafting -- perhaps some minor magics as well, should you show potential -- please fill out an application. I have left them at the Clinic with Kate Galloway for accessibility.

[And also so he doesn't have to meet people in person to hand out these things.]

Thank you.

[Click.]

prophesiedone

[Meditation is essential to communing with the Force, no matter how chaotic and crippled it feels in the cave. He is sitting in a ruin of a building, perched on what used to be a wall, legs crossed.]

We are all protected here. More than you think. [Against futures they do not want to face.] My visions haven't changed. It might be impossible to rectify anything.

[How cruel to stand on the precipice, see the monsters within and have no weapon; no defense.

"Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you."]

I think it's time I bite the bullet and accept -

[Oh boy. He chuckles shakily.]

It was a nice dream.

drabsolutelynot

Hello

[Rosen's face appears weary and thin as he blinks into the camera, the bags beneath his eyes deep and he does not make his usual attempt to put on an awkward smile. He doesn't have the energy or the wherewithal to pretend so he just looks tired.]

When he left, Sans asked me to--

[He draws his lower lip beneath his front teeth and eases back heavily into the park bench where he sits before choosing a different course to take]

--Nevermind.

[That's not important]

Does anyone know where I can get carving knives, wood... [His voice trails in thought] I also need paint, also small bits of scrap metal and screws... I suppose what I'm getting at is essentially a tool kit and small craft materials. If anyone knows where I can get them, I'd appreciate it.

[Video End]

occupiesvitalregions

[Ol' Gil is a lot more upset about what happened than he's letting on, but he's going to attempt to Play It Cool. That's a lot easier to do over text.]

hey gods

if you're going to turn this place into an actual livable town, how about keeping it that way

it was a nice change from the whole gross dark cave thing. you know, grass and sky and all that.

except for the fake memories. that was pretty shitty of you guys. like i would ever marry *some guy* and *sell insurance*?! you must have done a really good job faking us out, cuz it's hard to believe i'd go along with that for so long haha wow

there's no way i'd forever forget who i really am

anyway

it at least gave me the idea of capture the flag. would anyone be interested in forming some teams and kicking some asses? bet it would get pretty crazy since like most people here seem to have weirdo superpowers and stuff

let me know. it'll be awesome and you know it!!

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.

kingslight

[How long has it been since the former King of Light last addressed the public at large? Too long. Regis had resigned himself to silence when this fiasco begun and held steadfast to his silence until now. For those who know of him and remember the Caelum, Regis isn't the type to speak much in regards to the matters of Hadriel. He's not king here. It would make no sense for him to speak since this is not his kingdom nor his subjects but many of the people here, he deems as friends. They are friends and colleagues he's come to respect over the long months, many of which he honestly cherish like members of his own family.

That's why he speaks after holding onto his silence for so long. He knows he must do so in hopes of warding the chaos that is bound to brew. Unfortunately, this might spark quite the debate.]

Do not be so quick to cut off your noses in spite of your face. [His tone is stern and sincere without a hint of mirth.] Your desperation will lead you to sorrow if you act with haste.

We mustn't fall prey to their schemes. If they seek a life, let them take it. We are not mere pawns to used as butchers.

[He's being quite cryptic & vague for a reason. Be mindful in how you answer. Regis is aware that certain 'people' might be listening.]

blessedmaiden

[The video opens up on the library and someone is clearly adjusting the camera: she's not that good with technology and she just failed to fix everything before starting... but it doesn't matter does it? The green haired woman trots in the middle of the screen and waves to the wall behind the camera (Gods, technology makes her feel like an idiot every time) before clearing her throat and holding up a book that has probably seen better days: the cover is covered in mold, the book itself is still dripping water, not exactly the best sight.]

Greetings, citizens of the underworld! I'm Rydia and I'm speaking to you all from our... lovely library. If you've been here before you probably know this is the state of most books in this place, others are written in some gibberish language no one managed to translate so far- at least as far as I know- and the rest is either burnt or talks about the most mundane things I've ever seen. I mean, if the census of all cats in Kanzas 1850-1860 -now with names- is your cup of tea I'm not going to judge but... definitely not mine

[And, without too many compliments she dumps the old tome she was holding on the left] But- in this sea of disappointment there is a light... [Rydia holds up a tome, like trying to build excitement over such a boring thing, and slowly opens it revealing white pages.] some of them are blank.

Now, I'm not saying books are the most exciting thing one can work with but it's something we can have here to pass the most boring days between one of the supposed Gods [Much sarcasm here] decides to play a prank on us. How? We can write books ourselves.

We all come from different places, have different backgrounds and different cultures, this would be a wonderful way to share pas of what who we are with the others. And we can create cheap and easy entertainment for everyone. It's not necessary being real writers and if you don't know how to... you could just come here, I volunteer in taking care of the writing part of it. I... oh, and if you have issues reading I will be glad to help with that too, of course!

[She's starting to feel really awkward talking like this...]

That's all, I think. Let me know if anyone would be intersted in contribuiting, I will try to write something myself... Thanks for listening, have a good day!

[Have a somehow embarassed wave... and look her get up, drop her 'transmitting device' on the floor and swear (At least for a Feymarchian, it's something about 'Leviathan's balls') before finally being able to turn it off.]

beanstalk

[ Ugh he hates how HE TURNS AROUND FOR ONE GODDAMN SECOND, and poof, his stupid ~~boss~~ charge is gone. Like, you have no idea how frustrating it is to try and keep track of Tyki Mikk. Well, it helps that the irritation is clear in Kanda's voice when he does speak, though. ]

Would anyone happen to have to seen our dear [ /SARCASM ] Mayor? I've tried searching the spots he tends to frequent when he sneaks away, but he isn't anywhere to be found.

He left some important documents that needed to be signed by midnight, well, unsigned. Any news of his whereabouts is appreciated.

handofsilver

(Fresh from a bath, Celebrimbor looks even more like some ethereal being. Arda Elves are all rather bright yet those in Hadriel are...dimmed. By sorrow. By grief. By a thousand and one reasons that they cannot put into words. Sauron's taint lies heavily on Celebrimbor's skin in particular, but as he sits, methodically braiding his black hair over a pale shoulder, he looks as if he is in another place entirely. Somewhere beyond the shadows.)

What do you think of being in love? (The network needs a lighter train of thought, he thinks. He is tired of raging; of hurting.) Even if it is not meant to last forever, does it have worth? Meaning?

(Private to Curufin, Maedhros & Fingon.)

(This long sigh is likely telling.)

I am in trouble.

(/)

prazerbutterfly

Mmm...

[He's a mess and it shows. In the era he's from this kind of blasphemy could ruin a good noble's reputation but it was not like he had a good one in this forsaken underground cavern. The small bags of chips, wrappers of assorted candy bars and empty bottles of both glass and plastic that likely smelled of vodka and collected booze littered around showed he hadn't moved from that spot in a while. A week to be exact. He's worn the same clothes a few days in a row and had only left once to dump himself into the lake for a haphazard wash of them. He hasn't been home. He doesn't want to go back.

Tyki might be a dangerous and overpowered person but he was very much still a man. A family man to be precise. This last little 'event' actually hit him rather hard for once.]

Genocide is one of the most effective routes to obtain something. Not without consequences, mind you, but still effective. To erase an entire town, village, nation or species can affect an entire group of another town, village, nation or species.

It's easy. It's simple. Not as hard as other ways of doing things. [From where he is laying flat on his back he's not looking at the phone but down at the city with his hand unfolding from his stomach to stretch out and face a building or two.] There's not much many of you could do to stop a genocide. It would take one blast to remove a group of houses. Another to ensure it was successful. One cut of a person to severe an entire family. One memory stolen to change someone's life forever.

I hope they are happy as they suckle on my sorrow and cherished love I gave to my loved ones while they were here. I hope they are drinking deep of my rage or my blissful confusion. Just remember it takes just one push to send someone to the edge. I can still do it. I'm still considering it. I'm still angry.

Without this city's inhabitants, you'd have nothing to feed on. You'd exhaust yourself bringing them back. Sure, the Door can bring more. They can come back. But how long until you wither up and die.

[action]

[He's up high given the angle of the camera from his phone. It's propped up enough to show his location if anyone could pinpoint the view from Spire #3. For someone like him it didn't take much to find a crook in the polished stone or a curve to lay against in the oddly shaped spire. A normal man would have to climb or find a window or hole to ease their way out of.

Despite his mood company is highly welcomed even if he'll be a little sour. The mere fact he isn't grinning or smiling like he always is can ascertain something is wrong. He's rather serious and taunting nor will he apologize.]

elegant_and_proud

[Ikaruga looks serene as she pats her golden cyclops cat. It's visibly sparkling. She's learned this is what it does in lieu of purring.]

I hope everyone is having a lovely evening. I've decided to host a dinner party tomorrow night. The dress code will be semi-formal, and I ask that everyone who attends bring something to share.

[The conversation topic is light-hearted and ordinary enough, but she has an underlying purpose behind this that goes beyond simple socialization. Anyone who's spent much time around her can probably gather that, even if they're not sure of what that underlying purpose is.]

While useful, the network is a poor substitute for face to face interaction.

[Not to mention, the gods can see everything said over the network, and she'd rather they not be able to easily eavesdrop on this conversation.]

We can discuss current events, and toast to our loved ones. I will be supplying the main entree and two bottles of wine.

[She can supply other things as well, if need be, but she's curious what others might bring.]

Do let me know if you'll be able to attend and what you intend on bringing.

utulien_aure

[Fingon's sitting by the lake, his harp already our and positioned against his shoulder. He plays absently as he speaks, changing chords and melodies as though he's not yet sure what kind of song he wants.]

This city never does run out of surprises, does it? Pleasant, unpleasant, liable to get us all killed....

[He shakes his head, smiling grimly]

Still, as deaths go, I've had worse.

Among the Eldar, deaths are often met with the laments of those left behind-and why not? We celebrate every other event in song, and we must deal with grief somehow. There are thousands of such songs now, celebrating both the greenest youths to ever hold a blade and high lords who kept dangerous posts for centuries on end.

But there are a few exceptions. Sixteen years ago, at the height of a terrible battle, the High King of the Noldor rode out to challenge a god to single combat. The king lost that fight in the end, though he managed to give that god seven great wounds before he died. No songs of his death were sung in his kingdom, for the grief of his passing was deemed still too near.

And, I suppose, people may have wondered what madness had struck him in his last hours, to run headlong into death as he did.

[He plays a few more chords, ]

I tried my hand at it, a few times. I served at his right hand for four hundred years; if one of us could have managed it, it ought to have been me. But nothing seemed to fit, no matter how I worked. And eventually....well. There was still a war on, and ever fewer of us to perform his tasks.

And then the city returned him to me, at least for a time, along with others whose losses cut near as deep. I know they were memories, not the real people. But as resentful as I am for the trick, I am so glad to have seen even their ghosts again. I think...I needed to hear what they had to say. What he had to say, about why he chose to die when he did. And, in a strange way, I am grateful for that.

[His playing grows louder then, more complex and challenging.]

My father's lament...I do think I'm ready to pick up the task again. That is something, at least.

unitas

[ The camera flickers to life showing off the inside of the Speakeasy. It's mostly quiet at the moment, a few people drinking their sorrows away in silence, hiding away from their ghosts. The video swivels to show off eight unique paintings spaced equally apart, one of each god, lining the back wall. They're all painted with black ink, names scribbled above their heads, and on each forehead is a bright red X, or, in Love's case, right in the middle of their pink fluffy self.

And then she turns the video to herself. Her dark roots are more visible and her pallor is off but she appears pleased with herself. There's a smudge of black paint on her cheek. ]

Anyone up for a game of darts? [ She says it with mock cheer, a spit in the face or whatever god is trying to force her to feel what they want. Her expression sours for a single moment, words turning icy. ] And to the asshole who thinks it's cool to play with our loved ones: fuck you. May you lose someone you care for and never, ever be able to bring them back.

[ Her eyes begin to sting as she punctuates that last sentence, nose turning a few shades pink, and she quickly swallows it back, bringing a drink up to her mouth with her other hand. It'll be over soon but for now, it's pain. It's pain for the people she loves here and she won't be quiet about it. She lets her voice soften as she continues, though her scowl remains. ] It's open to all, obviously, and I'll make certain to do upkeep on them so you never have to miss their stupid, smug ass faces. Though, someone should sew up a curtain large enough to cover that wall when no one's playing; no one wants to see them all the time.

[ Don't you love how she doesn't ask? In any case, she ends the feed at that moment. If anyone wants her, she's available at the bar for action threads, tossing makeshift darts at Sorrow's face. ]

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