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Hello.

I'm pleased to say that the Door is in full working order. All of your allies left behind in the Null relay have been restored to us and I am able to manipulate the Door to send you home. If everyone who wishes to go home will meet me at Fear's temple after reading this post, I will send you wherever you like- be it your own world or someone else's.

You may also stay here. With the Null dead, our priorities are now rebuilding. We would not need anything from you, but as thanks for your efforts we would be happy to provide for you, as we do for our hosts, for as long as we live.

Now, with that being said- if you wouldn't mind pardoning us for some small sentimentality, we all have something that we would like to say.

[Sorrow]
These past few years have only amounted to an extremely small fraction of my lifespan, and yet it is the most important thing I will have ever done. We were cruel- I was cruel- to take life from other universes and force them to save us. I knew that then, but I also knew that there was no other option. To that end, I apologize.

Even so, you have saved us. Not just the gods remaining, or just the city, or the small amount of hosts we were able to find- but a species. You've saved the last remnants of a peaceful sentient species from genocide, and in doing so, allowed us to move forward and rebuild, to bring everything back from the brink of collapse. When my business with you is done, I will attempt to reclaim our cultural artifacts and to locate and preserve our history for the generations to come. I will document what happened here and ensure that our entire species knows that our future is possible because of you.

I will not forget what you have done for us. None of us will.

[Tranquility]
So Confusion's dead. That's not so great - I know you guys didn't like her, and she didn't like you, but I liked her. Hope's still here, though, so she'll be back sooner or later. I've got that at least, right?

And hey, most of us are still here. You guys fought hard, we all did, and it paid off. I'm not too sorry to see the Null go, if I'm honest. Good luck at home and stay chill, all right? I'll see you all around.

[Rage]
I'm not going to snivel and thank you like the others here. I know you did this because you didn't have another choice. In the end, we part ways as victims of circumstance.

Delight is dead and Hope can't bring her back. So while the rest of us celebrate and talk about rebuilding, I'm going to remember our fallen. I have nothing else to say to you.

[Fear]
I'll admit that I didn't think this was possible. Thought that running was the only option we had, and that- whatever the hell this is- was a pipe dream. I guess it worked out.

Still, we had some good times, huh? When it was just me and Hope and we turned on the Door without knowing how the hell it worked and brought these weird little fleshy people into the city- yeah, you were all mad at us, but that was pretty fun. Distracted me from the inevitable end of my people, anyway. Or... not inevitable now, I guess. Thanks for that.

Anyway, I'm gonna go with Hope. See what we can do about bringing everything back to life and whatnot, after we restore the fallen here. And speaking of... Love isn't here but I'm sure if they were, they'd say something really weird and sappy to you guys, so just make something up and imagine it comes from them.

That's all I've got. Enjoy the rest of your lives, humans.

[Hope]
Thank you for all that you have done. This is not what I would have chosen - genocide is never an option I wanted explored - but I know that it makes us all safe. For that, I am grateful, and for the chance to repair what has been done to my people and to our hosts.

I will heal all of you that may still need it. Once you have gone, I'll do as I've always said I will, and bring back my species. That am I able to do so at all is thanks to you. Please know that you are appreciated, and you are welcome back in this city if you ever wish to return.

Please take care of yourselves, each other, and those at home whom you love. Life is an impossibly precious thing.

dedikated

( Well, looks like all hell's breaking loose, doesn't it? Time to hope all their preparations have been good for something. Kate doesn't particularly like this method of disclosing the safe zone given the fact that the Null have managed to get into the network before, but it remains the most convenient way of sending out a bulletin. )

If you can't fight, there's a safe zone near the Colosseum. It's protected by The Door. Sucks to get through. Wouldn't recommend short stays.

( But, hey, what's that saying about begging and choosing? )

If you can, keep an eye out for disoriented Null around there. Easy pickings.

( And, without another word, Kate's out. )

( OOC: this OOC comment explains the safe zone a little better, and the location has been noted on the wonderful map Nate's player made! )

lingeringhope

I am sure you have seen the ships, as have we. It is time for a decision. Thanks to your efforts and knowledge, we have options - they are few, but I think any of them could succeed. But each has unknowns and possible dangers. Please take all of these into consideration before you make your decision.

First, we could use the Door to send the Null away to another facet of this wide multiverse. This would keep us safe, and allow us to stay here, in our home, in order to rebuild and restore our people. However, while we have more control of the Door, we only have so much. We can't choose where to send the Null, so they could end up anywhere, including in a universe that one of you is from. Also, while we would try our very best, it would be difficult to ensure that each and every Null scattered across the worlds is caught in this. It is possible we may miss some.

Second, we could use the Door to transport ourselves to another universe. Like the first option, we cannot be sure where we would end up. We would be safe from the Null, but possibly find other dangers. In addition, only those of us gods currently in the city would survive - there would be no option to resurrect our fallen comrades or hosts. With the hosts you have restored to me and our own essences, we could rebuild, but it would take a very long time.

One additional note for the first two options: after carrying out either one, we would need to shut the Door down permanently. To leave it working would be to invite the Null to find a way through it to us. We would send you all home first, of course, but you would never be able to return here or leave the worlds that you return to.

Finally, we could use your skills to infect the Null with a sort of virus. I will admit that my unfamiliarity with technology makes the details of this difficult to understand, but the essence of it is that a group of you would return to the communications relay found on the previous world and use it to broadcast a program that would alter the Null themselves. There are two options here, as well: use it to shut the Null down and therefore kill them, or use it to alter them and imbue them with emotions so they would no longer need or wish to destroy us.

These last two options are the most dangerous for you, and I would ask for volunteers to carry this out if it is chosen. It would allow us to stay here and rebuild our species, and it would potentially allow the Null to survive, though of course that may also be a danger someday. It would also allow us to maintain the Door, which would give you the option to come and go as you pleased. However, the ethics of destroying or permanently altering another species must be considered. Do we have the right to do this against their will? Do we have the right to commit genocide?

Please take your time to consider these options. I believe we can hold out long enough for an educated decision, rather than one made foolishly and in haste. And thank you, all of you, for everything that you have done. None of these options would have been possible if not for your hard work and ingenuity. You have accomplished incredible things and given us a chance when we had none.

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Use the Door to remove the Null
2 (6.5%)

Use the Door to move ourselves
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Upload a program to alter the Null
9 (29.0%)

Upload a program to destroy the Null
18 (58.1%)

bloodbathing

[ It's taken a full month for Maine to sort through his thoughts, due in no small part to the trauma caused by ripping another entity out of his brain. Now that he has: ]

Have asset. Combat A.I. Contact if useful.

claritatis

[Once Ignis finds his way out of the coliseum he gingerly, with one hand out in front of him, walks until he finds the side of a building and stands quietly with his palm flat against it for several seconds. Then, with the other hand, he checks through his pockets. One phone is familiar, and the other is not.

He pulls it free and examines the shape, and memories ten years forgotten come back in a rush through the initial fog of confusion, tearing his breath away from his lungs in a sharp gasp.]

Hadriel. [He murmurs across the edge of an indrawn breath, and he fumbles through dusty recollections as he slides his thumb over the screen of the phone until he hears a confirming beep.]

This is-- This is Ignis Scientia. [His voice is low and assured after the first brief stumble, for as much as his fingers are shaking. He could have been gone for days, or months... or even years. Would there be anyone left to remember who he is?] I would appreciate someone telling me how long I've been gone, and... where in the city I am relative to the coliseum.

[Briefly, the transmission flicks to video and the camera pans around. He's quite close to spire four, though not beside it.]

I'm afraid I lack the ability to accurately confirm it for myself.

[Then, the camera pans up to his face. Older - by about ten years - and heavily scarred. Behind the dark glass of his shades, his eyes are pale and glassy. He gives a wry smile.]

As you can see.

madamdirector

Hello. My name is Lucretia.

I know things are rough right now, and that we're all preparing for - well, for war, maybe. And I don't want to diminish the importance of that, or the work that anyone is doing. We need to be ready for whatever happens.

But I think we've all been a little stressed lately, and there's nothing like a shitty work-life balance to kill productivity, you know? And - it may not be midsummer here, but it sure feels like it.

So. Two days from now, there will be an Ice Festival in the imported housing district, outside building 4-3. [ It's just her backyard. This is very professional, it's fine. ] Anyone is welcome. I only ask that everyone maintain a minimum level of civility. If you have a beef with someone, leave it at the door.

Food and entertainment will be provided, but if anyone knows any ice spells and would be willing to help out, please feel free to volunteer.

This is BYOB. Any questions, let me know. Thank you.

soldier_blade

[The feed shows Sonya in the Guard HQ, looking worn out and a few shades of sickly green. She takes a few deep breaths before she's able to even speak.]

Listen...to those I've hurt..to those injured after what happened. I got this from Hope, after helping to return some of the Hosts. [She pulled out a small, pink sphere.] This should heal anyone with serious injuries. I can go to you if you can't be moved, or head to the clinic if they'll let me.

[This comes out forced, as though one wrong word or slip of emotion would force her to become actually sick.] I'm sorry...I really am.

[She should've fought against it, should've tried atleast, but she hadn't.]

ooc: add-on feel free to handwave if Sonya encountered your pup on a hunt.

synthedick

[Nick's voice sounds pretty weary -- and also a bit distorted on certain syllables, as though something might not be entirely right with his vocal modulator. Or maybe he's just got a cold. Who knows with these robot types.]

Anyone still out there who needs a place to wait this out safely, come to the Guard headquarters or the Clinic. Doesn't matter which one -- they're right next to each other. And if you don't think you can make it here on your own, let me know. We'll find a way to get you here, even if it means an escort.

[Though given his voice, he might not be in the best condition to do any escorting himself, but like that has ever stopped him.]

Guard, do what you need to do to restrain those looking to cause trouble, even if they're one of us. Try not to add to the body count.

[With that, he cuts the transmission, since as one of the few who doesn't seem to be affected, he has work to do. Click.]

theladyofhighever

[the video opens with a sixteen year old girl who is doing her best to appear self-assured and confident. she's in armor and she's sitting ramrod straight in a plain, wooden chair. she takes a deep breath and speaks]

Hello. My name is Lady Mariane Cousland and I'm looking for sparring partners. I use a sword and dagger, but I'm willing to fight with any kind of swordsman. Or swordswoman.

I'm also willing to teach others to fight, so please let me know if you'd be interested in that.

[she looks away from the camera briefly, as though debating with herself whether or not to say anything more]

Any responses would be very much appreciated. Thank you.

unfortunateimmortal

[ Lady Maria hasn't been here that long and already the Gods are toying with her, testing their powers on her. She's not impressed, really, but she holds her irritation for them well. ]

The Great Ones here, do they often brand their subjects so freely?

[ She looks at the new tattoo engraved onto her wrist, the camera only showing the last letter due to the placement of it under her sleeve. It's the letter A. ]

They free me from the nightmare, gift me such devices as this one and brand me like cattle. Why? What can it mean? Do I not have enough insight to truly understand? Or perhaps this is simply a form of contact with me? Am I the only one or have others been blessed in such a way too?

[ You'll have to forgive her, she's used to communication with 'Gods' through something called Caryll Runes or strange sounds like splashing water. She's not used to this kind of direct contact at all. ]

glazedonutholes

[ The recording opens with Donut standing in front of his bed that's currently covered in an ocean of flower petals. Beside him stands a decorated bike that holds a few bouquets. ]

Hey guys! Private Donut here from the popular Bluehaus with another friendly PSA.

As you all know, it's February and that means love is in the air! For those of you unfamiliar with Earth lingo, this is the month we celebrate a little thing called Valentine's Day! It's a day when a guy in a diaper named Cupid hits you with an arrow and BAM! Instant love at first sight! Isn't it great?!

[ He vibrates with giddy delight. ]

Well! I've been hard at work collecting all sorts of seeds in anticipation and now it's time for all of them to bloom! As your friendly neighborhood Flower God, I'll be making fresh bouquets for anyone who wants them! And this month only [ he throws his hands out to show off the bike - TADA! ] -
I'll be making home deliveries!

You just tell me what you'd like and [he starts reciting the postal service motto ] neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays this Flower God from swift delivery! I got all sorts of bouquets for all tastes! There's your friendship ones, your first date ones, pure love, wild love, going steady, and all sorts of other ones for every occasion!

So... [ Here he rocks back on his heels, his hands behind his back. ] I was thinking, if any of you have a little time to spare next month, maybe you can help me set-up a real flower shop and help me move-in upstairs? You know what they say, it takes a village.

[ He keeps rocking back and forth on his heels, buzzing with so many vibrant emotions they spill over and behind him the larkspur flowers start to bloom. Reds and blues. Purples. Whites. A whole rainbow of colors come to life. ]

Either way, I love Valentine's Day, so I'd do this for free! [ He smiles before remembering - ] I'll be accepting orders all month!

[ He waves at the recording. ]

Happy Hearts!

plays_despacito

[Just ignore the fact this dingdong is clearly outside and just sort of perched on whatever bench he could manage to find. With a violin pretty clearly strapped to his back.]

Been... sort of lurking on this whole thing, I guess. But I have a question about this place in general and the people here? Is being dead and now... not being dead sort of a thing that happens here a lot or do you get attacked by whatever death squad to drag you back to the afterlife or whatever for being a fluke in the system?

Just asking... for... a friend?

[He's pausing for a brief moment, not quite sure if he should add more after this or what. But there's no reason not to, right?]

Anyone happen to have a use for a musician around here or I guess a bard in general? Been sitting around for far too long and I don't have to anymore.

bloodbathing

Here 6 weeks.

[ Not that Maine's counting the days or anything. Nope. Certainly not.

(He totally is.) ]

Longest time? Average? [ Then: ] You?

bindsthedead

-Is this working? I hope it is. [The words are have muttered, since Sabriel's speaking to herself. Then she takes a deep breath, and speaks, her words much clearer as she's now speaking into the microphone. Her tone is also a lot more formal.]

Greetings. My name is Sabriel, and I'm a recent arrival here- I'd like to do my best to help, so if anyone has need of me, I will do my best to help. I have some skill in Charter magic and swordplay and I- [Sabriel almost says 'I'm a necromancer' but thinks better of it- best to avoid misunderstandings.] I have training in dealing with the restless Dead.

Also, I understand that a creature from my world is here. His name is Mogget, and I would like to find him as soon as possible. [And Sabriel's tone abruptly changes. The formality fades, and her voice becomes more urgent.]

And for everyone's sake, don't try to remove his collar!

bespectacledsnake

Ah...there...

[The screen shakes a little as Semiyon settles it into place on the windowsill]

Good evening. It is likely that you do not know me but this is not important. My name is Semiyon Kleiman and I am hoping to...well...to start a sort of business. Or perhaps it is better to call it an organization.

[He waves a hand dismissively, the specific wording isn't all that important.]

That is, a place for entertainment. Card games, for example...perhaps with something at stake.... [gambling is the word he's dancing around] and perhaps sports more interesting for those who have pent up energy and frustration that has little outlet in this place. Perhaps something along the lines of boxing or wrestling...whatever people might prefer.

[Though in reality he is envisioning something more of a fight club rather than a regulated boxing match.]

At the moment all of this is purely in the hypothetical, I simply wanted to see who among us might be interested or who might even be skilled enough to help me make such a thing a reality.

If perhaps you are one of these people, do feel free to let me know.

ghostlocked

hey hadriel. two things.

thing one is that im the mystery guy that got attacked by the uh weird tentacle creatures those other guys mentioned. keith and steak ig?
i managed to learn a lil abt them before they fuckin killed me. o lmao thats one thing i learned. theyre strong as hell. keep ur distance if u run into any.
i fight scary monsters for a living back home. the fact that they managed to take me out is saying something.
anyway i have a spell that can read minds. it doesnt work on animals and shit. just intelligent creatures. it worked on them.
what i got was confusing af but the gist is that they were scoping out the city. theyre not happy that were here and they see us as a threat. thats why they killed me. i think they were trying to stay hidden but theyre shit at camouflage.
whats weird is that i didnt get linear thoughts so much as. idk. how they were feeling?
and that shit was all over the fuckin map. like they were flippin thru emotion channels. it was weird.
idk what to make of it but it didnt seem natural. maybe the door was influencing them or smth. not sure.
o and i got a shitty pic.

[He attaches said shitty pic. Its eyes are glowing blue.]

i know it sucks but two secs after i snapped this that fucker was goring me with its gnarly ass beak so it was the best i could do.
theyre big fuck off shellfish. whats the one with the spiral shell that zips around backwards? its that.
theyre fast and those shells are thick af so theyre tough to damage. my spells didnt do much against em.
be careful. judging by what i got from the mindreading i have a feeling theyre not done w. us.

anyway. thing two.
apparently i scared some ppl. sorry.
yes i died. it sucked. more important im fine now. ty hope.
o i cant do magic atm tho. my focus didnt come back to life w. me. rip guitar pick.
if anyone wants magic lessons im still offering but ill be out of commission for a couple weeks prob. making a new one is gonna fuckin blow.
but there. thats all my updates.
seriously watch out for the fuckin punk ass zippy upside down ocean snail things.

[ooc: everyone give it up for ALEX our nathan drake player who drew the nautilus monster image that the mods sent me!! and also SORRY ALEX for shittily cropping and motion blurring your amazing artwork!!!]

fogsong

[ It's pretty unusual for Sharon to bother much with the network. Sure, she paid it some mind but it was usually just all bullshit; from complaints to claims of grandiosity or, worse yet, something new from their gods; it was the shitty social media of Hadriel and she wasn't the biggest fan. But things have begun to wear her down, leave her feeling heavy and empty and so unsure.. ] Does anyone have any tips on dealing with stress?

[ There's only a mild slur to her speech that indicates she's been drinking some but the clear howl of cold wind indicates that she's not doing this in the Speakeasy, she's out on her own, dealing with it in her own way. But she's reaching out this time. In her own way. ] I, uh, hate to admit it but I kind of feel like I'm at the edge of my, I don't know, fucking mental rope.

[ A combination of stressors has just left her jumpy and she's tired all the time. She laughs rather suddenly, bitterly. ] This is fucking stupid.

[ At least when you take what they're constantly put through.

Event wise, Sharon is mildly affected but if you'd like to avoid that, just make a note in the comments with a 'nah' and we'll keep them as they are normally. If you have any questions, desires, what have you, contact me on

lunareism or Discord: Lunare#7850 ]

octopusballs

[ Charles does the whole wake up in the middle of a Colosseum surrounded by giant scorpion thing. He managed to kill one. He's the Scorpion King now. Totally coined that. ]

Detective Charles Boyle.
I'm new here.

My nana always said, bad news first because the good news is probably a lie.
Fun fact, she made me cry a lot.
So give it to me hard and fast.
Bad then good.

[ But now for the most important thing. ]

Jake Peralta.
Jake?

He's 5'10". 165 pounds. Beautiful light brown eyes.
If anyone has seen him, please tell me.

[ Now he'll get some information and find Jakey. ]

theweakhavepurpose

[The video turns on to show the outskirts of town, nearby is a fence of sorts made of junk Pratt collected from the Colosseum and some baling wire. It's encircling a fancy new shooting range complete with training dummies and targets and some other items that aren't immediately identifiable.

Okay fancy isn't the right word, everything is made of remnants he found and some of the targets are empty soup cans on sticks but it looks serviceable.]

This is Deputy Pratt. I know we're all busy freezing to death, but if you'd like to take your mind off that, I've finally got this all together. Range is up and running!

It's set up by the orchard, or well.. where the orchard should be anyway.

[He pans the camera towards the orchard to show where it is and then starts walking towards the range. The camera is surprisingly steady, this is someone who has filmed hundreds of Vine videos of him and other deputies doing stupid stuff on slow days. He's a pro at this shit.]

I've got training dummies up front for anyone who wants to get their melee fighting on. But uh.. try not to completely destroy them because I don't have a ton of wood to fix them up.

For the range itself I've got targets at 10 meters, 25 meters, 50 and 100. It's not perfect because I'm measuring this with my feet, but it's close enough. Spinner targets are for guns, and the bigger baled ones are dirt and wood so they shouldn't chew up your arrows too bad.

This thing is a work in progress.

[He sets a can onto a contraption off to the side of the range, stomping his foot on a pedal and sending it shooting down the lane and a little to the left. The camera gets unsteady here as he launches a knife that's far too big for this at the can and it tumbles to the ground.]

Keeps shooting them off to the side, but it's better than throwing something and then trying to hit it.

As for weapons... [He walks over to a large but very battered chest and opens the lid.]

I've got some throwing knives that aren't stupid like the hunting knife I have. A few bows. And some arrows in here. Keep them in this crate because the weather is not kind to bowstrings and you don't want these things snapping when you're shooting.

It's on the honor system because I'm not going to freeze my ass off monitoring this twenty-four seven. So try not to burn it down in the next two days.

[Please guys. He worked hard on this. Don't set it on fire.]

fourthreturned

We're back.

Sorrow and I, anyway. I don't know where the others are.

Sorrow's going to go find Hope. I get to stay and see if anyone else stumbles in, and apparently make sure nothing too idiotic happens to any of you. Fun.

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