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Many of you seem to be unhappy.

We don't all necessarily want you to be happy, but acceptance and adaptation to your situation would be a start. The only question that remains is: how?

It is clear to us that your species resolves many issues through communication. Unfortunately, none of us understand the human psyche as clearly as others of your species, and so I leave it to you to communicate with and to help one another.

You may consider this post an open forum in which you can discuss what's been bothering you. In turn, I will conceal your identities, so that you may help one another without preconceived biases. If you'd like to reveal yourselves to one another, the option is there, but unnecessary.

Heal. Recover.

I'll leave you to it.

[[This is an event post for the Never Log In event! Remember, characters are compelled to get things off of their chest here, as well as to help others- and of course, please stay oocly logged in for your comments!]]

64th

[ Cashmere's coming to the network from Connor's couch, though Connor is not in the video and she does her best to not swing the camera around and reveal too much of her background. this is absolutely, totally not a shitpost designed to make Connor laugh. nope. (yes it is)]

I hope everyone is done being a bummer because I need everyone to get it together for an important message.

[ she takes a breath, as though this might actually be an important topic that she needs to discuss with everyone. ]

Should I cut my hair? [ it's hanging loose down her back, and she flips it forward over her shoulders. ] It's gorgeous, I know, but I look just as good with short hair.

[ she smiles. there's a spark in her eye that says she hopes you think her question is stupid and want to fight her on it. ]

Also, I'm looking for a housemate or two. Please submit a 500-word essay or 3 minute video describing why I should pick you.

iustitiae

[oh hello hadriel. it's "connor" but this isn't the silly laid back way he normally starts his posts, he looks very serious as he starts talking.]

Man, you guys are collectively the weirdest group of social media users. One day you're asking who ships what the next day you're making vague comments about something horrible someone did once. And it's always, "oh I couldn't possibly tell you what I did, but let me look for emotional support for my vast and intense guilt!" Please. You think you deserve sympathy for that?

[connor laughs, cold and bitter and shakes his head.]

I get it, I do. It's easier to not talk about it. Easier to live on the reputations you've built while you've been here and ask for help based solely on what people know than give up the ghost and actually show them the skeletons in your closet that you're so upset about. Maybe your friends will just imagine you cheated on your significant other once upon a time, or you accidentally lied to your mom, or you did something that, when we tell the whole story, actually sounds like it wasn't your fault at all. The kinds of things good people feel guilty about.

But let's face us - how many of us are actually good people? Why waste our time talking in circles about vague half-truths or covering our obviously deep-seeded issues with superfluous shitposting?

[he clears his throat and is quiet for a moment - dramatic flair, like he's about to drop some real truth bombs. (he is.)]

Here, I'll start: I killed my professor's husband with a group of friends. We covered up the murder like the good little future-lawyers that we are. We did a good job. We'll probably get away with it. Not that I'm likely to find out, since I'm stick here with all of you now.

[he's just going to let that...sink it. better to do it now before people start getting completely paranoid about the doubles than later on. but even if they figure out he's not his original - what does it matter? this wasn't some lie he was fabricating.]

That feels good, getting that out there. Now it's your turn.

hasitsthorns

Hellllooooo Hadriel!

[ So. Someone's cheery. One wouldn't think so what with the cave being restored to its 'former glory.' ]

Sure is a bummer that Tranquility's good times ended, huh? [ Understatement of the year. ] Fret not, however, for I have taken it upon myself to plan for Love's inevitable - and fashionably late - arrival!

[ Do you have a bad feeling yet? You should. ]

How, you ask? Well! Easy. I've started charting out the ships down here in the cave. What's a 'ship,' you ask? A ship is short for 'relationship'! This can be any kind, really, but the actual fun is in ones of the romantic sort. [ An oh so innocent bat of her eyelashes. ]

There's a couple obvious ones, there's those who have loved and lost, there's the hopeful buddings of new relationships, and of course we're always wondering who are deities are into.

[ No? Just her? Alright then. ]

You can find the list I've started attached and, please, add to it as you see fit! I'll make the changes accordingly. I'll even try to keep it up to date, so! If any changes happen after the fact - break-ups, make-ups, or unfortunate farewells - feel free to hit me up personally and let me know. This way, Love can be up to speed upon arrival.

( allyouneedislove )

Oh, right, of course. I should also mention that I've enabled the anonymous feature for responses, so! If you're shy or don't wanna compromise friendships by outing the couples you do know, don't worry. Or if you just wanna stir up some gossip and speculation, don't worry! Your secret's safe with me.

[ WINK. All's fair in love and war, yaddah yaddah. ]

(( ooc; So! HAVE AT IT, MURDERCAVE. FEEL THE LOVE. I'll be updating the post as I get suggestions and eventually porting it to Rose's personal journal for future reference. C'mon, ya'll, let's make Love feel welcome for when they arrive. ))

bheidh

Some weeks ago there were many demons in this place - the skies had opened and they fell through the tears. Thankfully now the demons are gone, but there were other creatures left behind.

( It's likely that not everyone has noticed them, cities aren't often where they're found so the fennecs and nugs had likely stayed to the quieter areas, but she's already spoken to some about them )

These creatures are dear, and though they can care for themselves I have been make sure that they have been safe.

( Because even though they are wild creatures Leliana does love them )

I know that some have also been taken in. Should you need help, or wish one removing, I will be able to do so.

( How To Care For Your Nugs, by Leliana )

benumbing

[The video opens with Jack crouched on the beach, a handful of sand trickling from the gaps between his fingers. He's staring at it like he's trying to find the catch, something that would prove that it's counterfeit.

After a moment he sighs and dusts his hands together.]

Am I the only one who liked the city better the way it was? Or does that make me a blasphemer? [Wouldn't be the first time. He glances back, eyes lifting in the direction of the skyscrapers.] This looks a little too much like the city I came from.

[Everything clean and shiny and fake. Jack sighs before he speaks again.]

I'm looking for something that I lost recently, something that I was hoping someone might've found. [Jack chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment.] It's one of those hairless little...things. I haven't seen it in days. I don't think it could see very well, and I doubt it could swim. If anyone has seen one wandering around-

[He doesn't know how to finish. He cares, and that's never been an easy thing for Jack to show. He takes another deep breath, forcing a smile to his lips.]

Return it and I'm in your debt. Maybe we could even roll around on the beach together, make memories, get sand in our underwear. That sort of thing.

unknowable

[It looks like Adam has taken one of the mopeds to pieces. There are engine bits carefully arranged around him, his hands still have traces of grease on them, and there are tools nearby. He generally doesn't use the network much, but - this seemed relevant.]

I guess these are the vehicles we were promised. They seem all right - probably won't go more than 25, but it's not like there's a real need for speed here. They run pretty well, though they're electric, so they'll need charging. And they're not too complicated, so if something breaks it should be easy to fix - I'd be fine showing anyone who wants to learn.

[He pauses for a moment, shrugs.]

Or doing it for you, I guess. But there's some... weird stuff.

[Adam picks up the carburetor, unscrews part of the covering, and pulls it off. Rather than what would be expected to be inside - normal moped parts, necessary to running it - out pops a spring-loaded, fake-looking snake, like something you'd hide in a can for a shitty prank.

Expecting this, Adam does not seem surprised, only vaguely tired and maybe a tiny bit amused.]

All the ones I looked at have something like this. They run fine, though.

[And, totally deadpan, as a service to those who might be unfamiliar with this kind of thing:]

They really shouldn't.

dedikated

The clinic will be running another round of first aid classes in the afternoons for the foreseeable future. Topics covered are as followed:

Basic first aid: cuts and scrapes, hygiene
Broken bones: diagnosis and stabilization
CPR
Burns
Illness I: common cold, respiratory infections, flu
Illness II: food poisoning, botulism, etc
Shock
Stab wounds, penetrating injuries
Infection and how to prevent it
Hypothermia/heatstroke/exposure
Magical injuries and healing

Further reminder that there are portable healing cells and first aid kits available from the clinic on request for anyone going into the caves. Clinic is near the colosseum, if you didn't know that already.

Lastly, anyone who is interested in helping out at the clinic can talk to myself or Dr. Banner. People with medical experience are especially useful.

That's all.

wipedclean

[He probably should have done this as text. But he started the video, and he doesn't feel like changing it now.

Bucky's hunched over, clearly sitting in the middle of his apartment floor, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, his hair hanging in his face. He's curled in on himself, and his eyes are red-rimmed.

He looks awful.]

Steve is gone. I. I looked everywhere. For days. But he's gone.

[Angrily, he pulls his sleeve across his eyes and shakes his head.]

I can't... I don't... I don't know what to do without him.

[He sinks in on himself.]

I can't stay here. But there's no way out. What am I supposed to do?

meatbrained

Hey.
Can anyone teach me to fight? Against the monsters, I mean.

( he's become quite aware, in the last couple of months, that the ability to clock another guy his age is not the same as standing up to zombies or demons. and while anyone can swing an axe in an emergency, Matt would like to be able to do something.

something more than be scared. )

unitas

[ The video starts out shaking, the view beginning with a brief shot of Sharon's stained boots (brilliant red spatters) and the dirt floor beneath, but it's soon shifted up. The focus settles on a fire engine red box, nearly a foot in length, that rests against the wall of one of the buildings. The lid has a strange symbol painted on it, a triple moon, and after she's certain people have gotten a good look, she kicks open the box, lid flopping back. The workmanship on the box is shoddy at best, but that's not what you're supposed to be noticing.

No, what you're supposed to be noticing is that the rectangular box is filled with a variety of items. There appears to be cloth, canned goods, a blade, and a canteen stuffed within, among other things. ]

There are a handful of these caches throughout the city. You spot the symbol [ She kicks the box again, and it rattles as the lid falls shut, the symbol back into frame. ] You'll find a box nearby. In it should be enough goodies to help you survive if you're ever caught off guard when the shit hits the fan here. There's also a healing trinket in each one, thanks to Kate and Carlisle, along with instructions on how to use it.

[ She pulls back, lifting the camera up to show another of the triple moon symbols on the wall in red paint. It's not large, but the bright red is enough to catch an eye or two. She doesn't turn the camera to her face as she continues to speak, leaving everyone to enjoy paint drying. ]

You use something from it, you put it back when you can. I won't be doing rounds to check on these things often, so if you fuck someone over by being a dick, that's on you. [ This is obviously the perfect place to end the post. No goodbye. No sign off. Yeah. She's good at this. ]

[ ACTION ]

[ And, for those who wish to encounter Sharon in person, she can be found throughout the city, painting the symbol on various walls, about eye level for those of an average height. She may also be found stocking any one of the red boxes. So, come over, have a chat, or criticize her on her shoddy workmanship. ]

hasitsthorns

[ At some time that is far too late for probably anyone to be awake, a message comes across the network.

God, how she's missed being able to text. ]

Have you ever done something you regret? That you're ashamed of?
Maybe it's a lot of things. It is for me.

How do you deal with that now?
Did you find a way to make it better or did you just ignore it until it went away?
(The latter is my strategy. Hasn't worked out so well, let me tell you.)

I have trouble sometimes with it all still.
I try to do better, but...
Trying only gets you so far sometimes.

fulminants

Whoooooooo -- dragons!

[ There's the dizzying view that's evidently taken from someone flying at high speed, and making sharp swerves and wild loops. There are the dragons that come into view, some uncomfortably close before the camera pans out again just as quickly, and jets of fire that come jarringly close.

But then there's the Human Torch's face, fully aflame before he decides to use his prettier, non-fire face to address the video feed, turning the camera back to him. At least, just for a moment. He's grinning, evidently exhilarated and ready to do some damage. ]

Look at those things, pretty awesome, huh? Who knew that dragons really existed? [ He's flying higher, circling just above them, showing the audience the view (sorry, if you've got any sort of vertigo) before flipping back to himself. ] All right, all you flammable land pals, keep your hands and legs inside a safe building at all times, and stay away from windows. You don't want to be their freshly roasted appetizer!

And those of you who need some help, send a shout-out, and I'll come by. [ Then he starts to dive -- ] Now let's see if I can't make two of these bozos knock heads!

[ the feed cuts off. ]

whichend

[ Arya sits in a grassy patch outside one of the spires. She keeps one hand on the sword in her lap, and every so often, looks fretfully up at the sky. ]

The dragons have come. I am guessing most of you have never seen a dragon, so you might be afraid of them. And want to kill them.

[ Arya frowns. A loud, powerful roar sounds from off-camera. Arya sighs. The roar doesn't help her make the point she's trying for. ]

And I understand your fear.

[ She leans into the camera. This is serious. ]

But you must not kill them. They could very well be the last of their kind. Dragons are dangerous creatures, but impressive ones. Killing these dragons could not only mean their deaths, but the death of all dragons. So keep yourself safe. But let them be safe, too.

[ Suddenly, the lighting becomes brighter. In the distance is a red-hot flame. ]

Shit.

[ Arya mutters, and cuts the video there. ]

robobees

Citizens of Hadriel! ( henry. henry it's too early for anyone to be able to handle you. let them have their coffee first. or their beverage of choice. before you start rambling on about whatever it is you're about to ramble on about.

( except that isn't going to happen, and everyone knows it, so just … go ahead and resign yourself to an early-morning headache. we'll make it up to you somehow. )

now, anyone that is actually paying attention to the video might notice our friend here is looking a little unkempt; two months in this place, and he's done the best he can without his hair products of choice, which is to say none at all and while he likes to think he's creative in the best of ways, in a pinch when it calls for it, there's only so much he can do with nothing.

( oh, and for those paying particularly close attention, they might notice a certain piece of art on the wall in the background. the gift from hope, right there in the main room of ravenhaus, for everyone to see. we're sure ronan hates it. we're sure that's why it stays there. )

for all his unkempt glory, henry looks particularly chipper, especially for only just getting to his cup of instant coffee. ( another gift from hope, thanks bro, you're a pal. ) he takes a sip, sets his cup down, and folds his hands in front of him. ) I have a question for you. Well, two – and they are, probably, the two most important things one could think about in a place like this.

( one might wonder, briefly, what henry thinks is so important – but those that know him at all, or at least in passing? are probably about to groan out loud in realization.

there's a pause for dramatic effect, which looks downright goofy with his hair looking as it does, but this one doesn't ever do things by halves. )

One: you fine-haired denizens, how do you manage the upkeep? I have personal standards to uphold, here, and I find myself slipping. It doesn't look good. ( really, he's just beginning to look normal instead of pretentiously coiffed, but we can't have that, now can we? ) And two –

Has anybody ever thought about starting a newsletter? Vlog about the goings-on? It sounds like a pretty nifty idea, doesn't it?

( basically: give him something to do. )

strangelic

I want to--Um...

I feel like life would be improved here if we all played more games, and... [ Kate, why are you making him do this? ] I-I wanted to ask if anyone else had any games that they could teach us. Party games, this time, not card games. Like Twister.

[ He glances off screen cautiously, then looks back, trying to seem more courageous on the subject than he is. ]

Kate thinks that life here would be much improved if we all played more together, and I have to agree with her. Play is important...for the well being of people, especially those who don't have anything else to occupy their time.

So...that is to say, if we could organize a...party, I suppose, everyone would be invited. We could hold it at the bar.

[ Yep, that's it. ]

benumbing

[Jack's parked himself, where else, in Delight's bar, and even though he's halfway through the bottle in front of him, he's still composed. It's equal parts troubling and impressive...his reputation for being a party prince back home was well-earned.]

At least one of the gods here has good taste in alcohol. That's more than I can say for the god of my father. I think he prefers sweet wine and the blood of lambs or bulls...

[He waves his hand dismissively before taking another drink. He doesn't want to talk about sacrifice, or even think about it. But he's not shying away from the subject of blood.]

I'm here to ask where I can find training with the weapons in the armory. I served in the military of my world, but we were somewhat more...advanced with our weapons - which really just means we grew impatient with the time it took us to kill a great number of people, so we came up with tanks and guns. But since there are actual monsters here and I can't burst into flames or shoot ice daggers from my eyes, I'd like to master something as quickly as possible.

[And he doesn't find the up-close and personal aspect of if to be as distasteful as he might've thought. Maybe because he'll be killing monsters and not someone's son, though there are instances where he thinks the two can overlap.]

I'll be in your debt. [And the sobering way that he says those words show just how seriously Jack takes them. But it's followed by his lips curving into a smirk.] And in exchange, I'll also bring the tastiest monsters right to your doorstep. The ugly ones taste just like chicken.

[But they don't stay down as easily, not unless you're the youngest Stark girl.]

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

hollowly

( you would think, with all of the glitching happening across the network, he would have the sense to not try in the first place. but as far as he's seen, all of those glitches have been confined to text posts, and with all of the intermittent voice chats he's been having with kate –

he should be safe. right?

( sure, we'll go with that, sammy. )

they never do video – whether due to no real reason, or the fact that most of their conversations take place in the small hours of the morning is anyone's guess – so it's only audio, though there is the sound of a smile in his voice like there always is. )

So, you're missing a notebook, right? You left it on the kitchen counter. ( a beat. ) It's got something added to it, but you're gonna have to come get it to find out what it is.

( this – sadly – is how this idiot flirts. or thinks he's flirting. s i g h. )

Oh, and how do you feel about another movie night? If I promise not to burn the popcorn this time.

( that promise will probably be broken. s i g h.

and kate is probably going to flip her shit when she sees this. )

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