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[ Failing finding any kind of calendar at the shops— ]

so, the last thing i remember happening here is the "gods" giving us false memories of a false life. maybe a month after that.

how's this shit storm been brewing since? [ Because he has to admit, as much as he's started to loathe Love and Sorrow for playing with his emotions so damn much, he's also curious about the Null Situation™.

Ah, but also before he forgets; ] and anyone have a pick axe? tyki left a tea kettle in my wall.

i think

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.

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.

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[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.

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. ]

prazerbutterfly

It's always the same. Grasping for straws in a heated discussion but the truth of the matter is that is what makes a lot of you undeniably fragile. [It's what draws Tyki to humans. It's a reason why I enjoys their company even if he is out to destroy every last one of them in the end. Despite his violent and belief that a lot of meaningless he still reaches out for small things like friends and family.] Things like this repeat themselves over and over.

It doesn't matter what or who we send out. How kind that 'they' are giving 'us' a choice. Lessen the blame, further the risks, deny the consequences. It's almost human.

But in light of all that I will be borrowing the Colosseum for the next three hours. Remove your curiosity for a short while and don't approach. It disturbs the process and I honestly will not take the blame if accidents happen or the weak of stomach cave in on themselves. Especially you, Yu Kanda.

In fact, the Exorcist has been a hermit within his house for a while now. I was rather surprised to see him at the ball at all. Someone be a dear and go tend to him and keep him busy. He could use a friend. Maybe even a lady friend. Sure, he's a little rough around the edges, a little pushy and hard headed but the lot of you obviously despise gentlemen and common courteous behavior so he should fit right in. No man should confine himself inside of his house for long. [Tyki obviously doesn't care. He was the enemy. This is just his way of picking fun. He's aware of the swordsman's tendencies to see no reason to come out of his house because he found little fun in anything.]

[Action]

[Anyone walking in on such a public place will find over twenty dead corpses of creatures scattered about. He doesn't need interference. There was maybe two people/friends he wouldn't mind there. The rest of Hadriel should simply stay away. He'll even look a little annoyed. He's trying to breed his babies here...]

lingeringfear

[There's something distinctly different about Fear when he turns the video on this time. He seems even less human than normal, not breathing, not blinking, as if he's forgotten how to manipulate his form so that it actually appears lifelike.

He manages to move his mouth as he speaks, but the motion doesn't quite sync up with the words echoed in through the mic.]

...so I've finally failed.

[His eyes are unfocused, but he looks downward, contemplative.]

I only got half the city out. It won't be enough- we can't start over, not without Hope. So it ends here, I suppose.

[He takes in his first breath since beginning the recording, letting it out in a long sigh.]

I'm sorry.

64th

[ Cashmere smirks at the camera. she's clearly Up To Something, though it's not immediately clear what that is. ]

I've been thinking. I've got a lot of problems with you people.

Who wants to hear about it? [ she looks like she really wants someone take her bait. she doesn't like to cater to Rage, but she does want to win. so here they are.

elegant_and_proud

[Ikaruga appears on the network with a serene look on her face. She's currently polishing her sword tidily in her lap, keeping it shiny and well-maintained.]

Good evening, fellow residents of Hadriel. There is a certain peace of mind that comes from being capable of defending oneself. Exercise is an excellent way to stay healthy as well.

[She continues polishing the sword at an unhurried, deliberate pace before looking up again.]

That being said, I have decided to offer lessons in the art of the sword. I am also willing to be a sparring partner to those who already have training. If anyone is interested, kindly reply here or send me a private message.

[Filtered to Team Tranquility]

I propose a friendly competition. Whomever makes the most people from other teams feel tranquil will receive a home cooked meal from me.

unknowable

Hey. I spend a fair amount of time in the orchard, weeding and taking care of plants and stuff. It doesn't need as much work as it would if we were growing it entirely ourselves, but that's no reason not to keep it in good condition. I know I'm not the only one - maybe we could start working together? Coordinate our efforts, I guess.

Plus, I don't even know if half the stuff that grows in there tastes good. I'm wondering if some of it might even be things people would recognize, but there's just so many different things it's impossible to tell. Anyway. Let me know if you're interested.

Oh - and I guess I'm on Sorrow's team. So take a couple minutes out of your day to think about what a waste of time being here is. All the stuff you should be doing at home, all the people you miss, all the shitty things that have happened since you came here and all the great things you're missing out on. Go tell your best friend - sorry, your best cave friend, since your best friend probably isn't here - so you can feel terrible together.

There. Job done. This is ridiculous, I'm pretty sure it's making me sadder than I'm making anyone else.

survivorsguilt

so, uh. question for anyone who's reading, i guess. these little picture things that that are in our phones

most of them make total sense to me! the cats are even pretty cute. but can someone please please please explain this

what the fuck am i meant to do with a picture of a can of salt

[Go easy on her, memers of Hadriel.]

thirdreturned

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!]]

thechoiceisyours

[The person in the video might look familiar to some, if slightly more tired and banged up than usual. Still, despite the bruise on his forehead and the dark streaks of ash on his face and clothes his eyes are bright, indicating to anyone even slightly acquainted with him that he's about to say something ridiculous.]

Surprise, bitch, I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.

[His voice is a little weak but he delivers the line with all the sassiness it deserves, before suddenly offering a grin.]

Okay, so like maybe two people here got that reference, but I so don't care. I punched a shark, so I can make whatever meme references I want.

[That's how it works, right?}

So um... Who's still here, I guess? Or who's new? How long have I been gone, because it feels like no time and like, a long time all at once. Sort of.

[He blinks a few times, smile fading a bit, mostly because he's totally exhausted.]

I'm um... I'm Chris, by the way. Been here before and whatever so... Got the general idea. The sharks are sort of new, though. Fucking sharks, man.

[Really, what even.]

prazerbutterfly

[The view is actually settled on his face for once. He's getting better at managing this form of technology. Instead of his room which is usually filled with pillows and a messy bed he's sitting on a couch. The room is rather barren and seems to be filled with only basic necessities. It's a little depressing for Tyki's taste but he's sitting comfortably on it like it is his own.

It's not. It's actually the current residence of Yu Kanda and he's here completely uninvited.]

Now that things have settled down it almost feels like everything has normalized. Well, almost everything. I do apologize if my double has done anything rather damaging either to your residence or your person. I ran into him a few times but was unable to stop him. [Due to reasons he doesn't want to discuss. That would mean giving away his abilities.]

I have just two questions today. One, has anyone been to the bottom of the lake? Two, can anyone understand me? [The second question is entirely in Portuguese. It's more of a curiosity than anything.] And lastly, cigarettes. Annoy Hope for cigarettes and I will offer any favor I can whether it is hunting or trading if you are the one to succeed. In any case, I am bored and will gladly travel with you for company if you have anything to do. I do rath-

[Oh, sorry, were you speaking to the public? Kanda doesn't care. Enjoy that boot aiming right for the back of your head there, Tyki, because this was certainly the face of someone walking into intruders. He won't quite stab his couch, not yet, though his little hole in the ground doesn't provide much room in the way of fighting. He's very quick about getting onto Tyki and getting straight to the point. He doesn't care if his phone is still recording. Doesn't care if he catches the Guard's attention. He just wants the bastard out of his sancuary. Which, of course, is no longer such.]

Get off your lazy ass, get the hell out, and go do your dirty work yourself!

[He's moving quickly off the couch and onto his feet in case that sword does come into play and with a rather bright smile he's holding his hands out wide to make himself less of a threat.] Oh come now, Exorcist. I thought we could have a little chat~♥

solvethepuzzle

[Alright. This has gone on long enough. As in, a day or two. It's just very, very annoying, obviously. Near at least still has enough presence of mind not to use video, but he's rather sure too much of the venom would be lost with text, so here we are.]

So. [His voice is cold and petulant.] Lovely time we're all having, isn't it? I understand; the idiots causing all this chaos are annoying, but what's even worse is all the conciliatory bullshit in trying to get them to stop. I am more sick of that than anything our more volatile types are up to. Just let them get the damn nonsense out of their systems. It ought to only be a few days. That is how things work around here, after all.

And if anyone wants to comment on how I am currently behaving, save it. I'm a far sight more controlled than most of the population.

murderpotato

if anybodys seen rhys around let me know

he hasnt been answerin his phone and im gettin a little fuckin pissed about it

[Aka, the murderpotato is a worrypotato and refuses to believe that the other half of the Telltale Swag Pad might be gone.]

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?

fourthreturned

I can't believe Hope is actually letting you mistakes pick which one of us he'll resurrect next.

Here's your stupid poll. Pick Tranquility.

Poll #17764

This poll is closed.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 54

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Don't mess this up.

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Tranquility
35 (64.8%)

Love
19 (35.2%)

(Edited roughly five minutes later)
I'm supposed to remind you that Tranquility will do something about transportation since your two little legs are so stubby and useless while Love will probably give you some kind of hot springs which will help you relax and not get seizures from being so high strung or something.

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. ]

sedula

[The Hadriel network isn't exactly Facebook, but it's all Sam's got, so it will have to do.]

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