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[She had waited. She had waited out the event, she had hoped that maybe it was just a trick, she had hoped that.... well, a lot of things. Alphys knows she should do video for this, because people like to see her face, but she just can't talk as well as she can type after all this time.]

hey!! uhm
its alphys
u probably all knew that from the name right there lol but uh
rosie's gone home i think
she hasnt been home in a bit and ive been trying to find her but it just
yeah =;n;=
im sorry if people were friends with her and i
i hope shes okay wherever she went
i miss her a lot
<3 <3 <3 <3

......................................uhm
i also wanted to ask everyone
if we can make it out of this
whatever happens to the null
what do you think is going to happen???
like aside from live hahaaaa like with us
i mean a bunch of us will get to go home obviously LMAOOO but like
what if you dont want to

if you could do anything
what would it be????

lemontree

[Jon, a member of the Guard often seen in an armored leather tunic with a full, fur-collared cloak over it, appears today in a loose-necked linen shirt and a pair of plain modern cotton twill trousers.]

The Null are coming. We don't know when, or how. We might have the turn of a moon, or we might have a year.

We ought to assume that we have less time than more of it. [ Also present is Dany, dressed similarly: simply, and for the jungle’s heat rather than the recent tundra’s chill. ] Better to prepare now than to wait any longer and regret the time lost.

[Jon turns his head to watch Daenerys as she speaks, then turns his head back to the camera.]

Back where I come from, I spent many years as a sworn brother, defending my people's lands from a foe at least as terrible as your Null, maybe greater. Now, at home, our home, [(his gaze slides sidelong to Daenerys, as he chooses which word to use)] we prepare for a greater attack. If we fail, it's the end of every living person. We think of what to shore up, what to protect, and where -- what will give all our people the greatest chance of survival.

We have to think about the same things here.

[ Dany listens patiently, but there is a hardness in her face: there is great danger at their door, and she knows better than most that not all are meant for the vanguard. ]

For those who cannot or will not fight, we will prepare the empty units within Delight’s housing to act as shelter. They seem defensible enough for our purposes and should provide a suitable refuge.

[ For everyone else, though? For the citizens of Hadriel who plan to fight the Null? Well: ]

Those aren't the only shelters around the city, but it seems fitting to have more of them. But they can't be the only defensible positions. Anything we can do to make the city more defensible, any way we can make our buildings stronger, we should be working on it. The gods have helped greatly, but we must help ourselves. We must fortify what we can and think of where and how we'll make our stand when the time comes.

What will you do? What can you do? Join us, or work to the same purpose -- the most important thing is that we all have a plan.

What's your plan?

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!

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!

stonebird

(As much as she wishes she could block out the cold wind and stay in her new home, Sansa knows she must venture out at least once a day - if not more. She is rubbing her hands to bring circulation back when she first addresses the populace.)

My family is accustomed to conditions of this nature, though for much of my childhood, it wasn't this harsh. I don't pretend to be someone who could survive without shelter and food and warmth; I'm not. Unlike some of you, I am only human.

However, I did learn about certain precautions. Our supplies might be scarce, yet if you must go out in the snow, please wear several layers and protect your face. Furthermore you should know the signs of frostbite. Your skin will become red and painful and you shouldn't ignore it or the symptoms will spread and worsen. I've heard body parts grow black before they fall off.

(Toes and fingers are the most susceptible - as is the tip of the nose and ears.)

If for some reason you become drenched or you are wet from falling in the snow, come indoors quickly. Your body will freeze quicker under those circumstances and it might take only a few minutes if the wind is strong enough.

(She sighs and sits down, wrapping her fingers around a hot cup of tea.)

Going out in pairs or in larger groups seems the safest. Please don't venture out alone. Even if you think you can bear the cold, your mind could be tricking you.

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.

hasitsthorns

'Sup, Hadriel.

[ Dressed in a T-shirt and jean shorts, Rose doesn't look properly outfitted for this weather. Anyone watching though can see that she doesn't so much a shiver despite the exposed skin. Actually, the woman looks rather comfortable. ]

It's cold as heck, right? I know some people have been offering ways to keep warm and now I am too. Of course, what I'm going to provide is more for people who are already situated but might want somehow to pass the time and heat things up in a different way. I mean, if you can't go out in this weather it's gotta be boring just sitting around, right?

That's why I'm here to provide entertainment to start a fire down below. You heard that right, folks: I'm offering up my services in writing you some erotic literature to get you going in this cold, trying times.

[ The blond pulls out a piece of paper from somewhere in her pile of junk (her and Alphys aren't the most tidy, it seems) and smiles. ]

( nsfw text )

[ She looks way more proud of herself than she has any right to be, honestly. ]

I can take more specific requests to suit your tastes. I'll try to limit it to two-hundred-word snippets, just enough to hopefully get you going and let your imagination handle the rest. I can even write it for specific pairings if that's your thing and keep it discreet. Just let me know! I'll be here for the foreseeable future for all your smutty needs.

synthedick

[Along with the shift in terrain comes a transmission, one hitting the network within minutes of the move.]

This is Nick Valentine. Guard, report in with your whereabouts and what you're seeing on your end. Let's get this place scoped out as quick as we can. The sooner we know what we're dealing with on this planet, the better we can adjust.

[Last time, they ended up on completely separate islands, everything having been split in ways he hadn't expected. From what he can tell, things have been rearranged again, though the setup around the Speakeasy definitely rings familiar in the back of his mind.]

For anyone else looking to help, the Guard can always use extra hands. People who don't mind sweeping the streets every now and then, who'll keep an eye on the Colosseum once a month, who can handle themselves and protect others in an emergency. We're not the cops, but someone has to keep the city safe from whatever comes in with the new arrivals, and if that's up your alley, then give me a call.

[That'll do. Time to see what this new world is like for himself. Click.]

writtendestiny

[She considers before she makes it anonymous. Poison's pride, battered as it is, still dictates that she doesn't allow herself to be seen asking such openly vulnerable questions.]

What is it called, when things that seem to mean nothing at the time make you remember bad things that have happened to you before? When you wake up at night because you feel as if it's happening all over again, even though you're safe?

I had thought that I felt safer here. I don't know why this is happening. It feels like I'm going mad.

northerndragon

[ Dark slate grey is Jon; dark blue is Daenerys. They stand near each other to address the network. They have been back in Hadriel for several days. ]

We've been out sailing for the past few weeks, and well, when we tried to shelter from the storm, we found this.

[ The images were captured with care, but not much expertise: neither Jon nor Daenerys has much experience with electronics or photographs other than their usage of the network, and it had taken them some time to get images even as good as these. All of the angles are amateurish, and the rain is always there.

The pictures show the remnants of buildings, familiar in style to anyone who has seen Hadriel, yet in a state of destruction and disrepair. It hadn't been a very nice place to shelter during a storm, but it had been better than nothing. ]

This island was a few days from here, if the winds are kind. Wasn't very big. The buildings on it look like the ones here in the city, Hadriel, but….

[ The pictures say it all, don't they? Jon looks distinctly troubled. Daenerys is far from indifferent, but also seems less-obviously bothered by the information they're relaying. ]

They were destroyed, as if attacked. [ Clearly. ] I would think it was some sort of assault, rather than another storm, but we had no way of confirming that information.

[ If only they could. Because, more concerning than that: ]

What was left of these buildings did not appear ancient. The onslaught seemed fairly recent, rather than long ago.

[ What does that mean? How many other cities like Hadriel exist in this world, and is it only the Null bent on destroying them? Or has this been going on for longer than anyone but the gods knows? ]

It might be that we need to be ready for something… more ready than we thought.

thechristmasnazi

[ When Isabel appears onscreen she isn’t even paying attention, but rather idly waving her hand side to side in front of her mouth causing her lipstick to change from red to plum to baby pink to coral. She settles on coral and finally looks at her device. ]

Tell me there’s something interesting to do.

[ She sounds practically desperate. Frowning with her lips in a pout, she sighs. ]

I’m going to go crazy.

northerndragon

[Jon has been in Hadriel for a few months now, and because he's a member of the Guard, and Sansa Stark's brother, most other residents have probably seen him around. Still, he's a quiet man, however affable, and using the network is not second nature to him. It's likely that most people don't know much about him, except that they might be able to accurately recognize him as coming from a world where the technology is still set at "medieval." If they've heard him speak, they might also assume he's from Northern England, but the truth is that he's not from England at all.

He's dressed as he usually is, today, in a dark brown brigandine and a gorget with two facing wolf heads at the front center. His expression is curious and interested, while his tone is serious.]

I have a question for everyone -- for anyone who's willing to speak to me on the matter.

To some extent, I know what we face here. I'm always learning, but I'm beginning to have a better understanding of it.

What I want to know is: what do you face at home?

nonscriptum

I fell victim to one of the classic blunders- do I seriously have to read this?

[You may recognize the guy on your screen as local parkour enthusiast and history nerd Nathan Drake. What he is wearing, however, differs so resolutely from his typical "jeans and a Henley" aesthetic that the broadcast appears to be hosted by a man whose sartorial sensibilities make him look like the quintessential Harvard professor: tweed vest, bow tie and all.

He gives a pleading expression to someone out of frame, who appears to have no mercy. Nate takes a fortifying breath and continues his recitation with approximately zero enthusiasm.]

...the most famous of which is "never get involved in a land war in Asia" - but only slightly less well-known is this: "never challenge an FBI psychologist to deliver a line with a straight face."

[He looks directly at the camera, then at the figure behind the camera, and mimes a finger slicing across his neck at the figure in question with a mouthed I'm going to kill you.]

missiondeterminant

[For those who frequent the tops of the various climbable buildings in Hadriel, they might recognize that this broadcast is from the roof of one of them due to the angle; otherwise it's just a rapidly darkening cloudy sky for a backdrop, sun setting and rain clearly threatening to roll in at any time.

It's pretty, and that may or may not be the reason why Connor is out on a roof in the first place, but it's definitely not the point of this impromptu broadcast. He's just been wondering some things, and it's in his nature to actively search out answers rather than waiting for them to come to him, so he's decided to just go for it.]

Hello everyone; my name is Connor, and I just arrived a few days ago.

[Always good to start with introductions, and also to avoid saying exactly how many days or hours it's been since a given time when pretending to be human. He's getting a little better at this.]

I've been catching up on the situation at hand, and although the context is somewhat different, there are parallels to current events in my world that are difficult to ignore. Before I arrived, we were dealing with what might be the beginning of a civil war between humans and machines.

[He's trying to tread carefully, projecting enough genuine interest without sounding over-invested. He's just asking, after all, nothing more; there's definitely no personal reason why he wants to know.]

So I'm curious; I'm aware that what the Null have done is enough reason to be against them, but does what they are play any role in your feelings toward them?

whip_poor_will

[From the angle shown, Ravine is holding the phone away from her face, elbow propped with her chin in the palm of her gloved hand -- and even now, hints of black smoke continue wafting from her hair and coat.

[ Although apparently uncomfortable, she flashes her smile just as she always has.]

"Well, for those who believe themselves capable, I would advise against any attempts at reaching that ninth god beneath the Colosseum the easy way. It leads to some rather ill results."

[She would know.

[Soon her gold eyes shift back to the soft brown most are used to seeing when she is not wearing her sunglasses. Once she is feeling a little better and not radiating black vapors anymore, her stern expression transforms into a smile, her face scrunched in amusement.]

"For anyone not interested in that, however, I have a question!

"Imagine, if you will, that you have been a dead person for thousands of years. It has also been that long since you've ever felt or tasted anything.

"Then imagine if you have been given an opportunity here to be a living, breathing person -- but only for a few days! Would you mind sharing what you would do with that short time in the mortal plane?

"I admit, I am perhaps looking at this from a dead woman's perspective, but it does not appear that there is much to do for the corporeal here when there is not a festival being thrown by our gracious locals. It would be a shame to put such a generous gift to waste."

['But Ravine, why not just ask the gods to make you permanently living?!' one might say.

[Yeah, no, that is the one thing she is not addressing right now, thank you very much.]

prophesiedone

For a kid who grew up in the desert, this is...something. [Anakin is pretty awed by the islands, okay.] The Force is so strong here. I don't know if it's the waves, the islands or...what. But I like it. It's much better than being dried to a husk in the heat.

[Seriously. Excessive sunlight was old when he was a baby.]

Should we be...fishing? What do we use? [Can everyone stop partying so they can, I don't know, eat? Survive? Does he need to punch a shark in the face with his mechno-arm? That might be a great way for him to lose his remaining arm, actually. Anakin, no.]

stonebird

(Sansa's Tully blood has surfaced enthusiastically thanks to their new environment, taking her somewhat by surprise. She is dressed in a white shift and she is barefoot, standing on a rock near the sea. Her auburn hair is plaited neatly down her back and she is smiling at the rolling waves below.)

I don't believe I have ever learned how to properly swim. I need lessons; can anyone provide?

(Or there's just the "jump in the water and figure it out" method. She would rather not go about it so crudely.)

The water looks refreshing. Is it cold? The sun must warm the uppermost layer, but the depths have to be freezing.

ghostlocked

[It's late when Harlan folds and decides to go to the network for a distraction. He would vastly prefer not to do this, but, well. That's why it's called folding.]

cant sleep.
tell me stories.

[ooc: feel free to threadjack and use this as a sort of storytelling free-for-all!]

toiletseat_girl

[the video opens on George, sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs crossed. she looks curious, but also a little sheepish as what she's about to ask is . . . personal.

no, she's not asking for flirting advice again.

that was one time.

stop looking at her like that.

no, this time what she's asking is even weirder]

So, uh, I was kind of wondering. How many people here died before they came here? And how many are now immortal?

I was just. Wanting to know?

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