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[Here's a face no one's seen for the last three weeks or so: one very bewildered-looking Kamina, incredibly grimy and probably not smelling too fresh, from the looks of him. There's a very ragged bag over one shoulder, and what looks like the remains of several yeti furs behind him as he frowns into the camera.]

Yo, Kamina here. What's the hell's going on? I'm gone for a week and it sounds like there's been a war. Someone wanna tell me what I missed?

fervence

If anyone needs food now, we've got plenty of bear and snake meat to go around. And it's all stuff I killed myself, so you don't have to worry about the meat being, uh. Questionable, or whatever.

[so long as you don't ask chie to cook it for you, anyway.]

Just let me know? I don't like the idea of anyone going hungry while they're just trying to stay safe.

heavyheels

[Chie's been thinking about this since she showed up here - how different this place is from Demeleier, how scattered and disorganized the people here are. She doesn't exactly think of herself as a leadership type, but - well, this isn't her first rodeo, and the system they had in place in Demeleier seemed to work. Maybe it's not a bad idea to make a suggestion ... ]

Hey, um ... I know I'm pretty new here, and I know some other people have been talking about this sort of stuff too, but - is there any kind of organization among us? In the place where I was before I got brought here, we had a village Watch and a welcoming committee. The Watch teams patrolled around the village to keep the faeries out, and the welcoming committee kept an eye out for new people when they'd show up and explain where they were and how to stay safe and stuff like that. It seems like we've got a similar kinda situation here, just with monsters and gods instead of faeries. Not everyone knows how to fight off monsters.

[And even those who do know how to fight are sometimes not strong enough to succeed. Chie knows that all too well.]

I just think we all stand a better chance of surviving this place if we work together, I guess.

[That's usually the truth, right? That's been Chie's experience, at least.]

Oh! I guess I forgot to introduce myself before. I'm Chie Satonaka. It's nice to meet you all.

werewolfing

So, word on the street from everyone's favorite whiny god is that if we form a group to fight off the monsters when the Door opens instead of making him chase them around, we all get prizes. Or something. You know how these guys are.

Anyway, I'm not a fighter, but I bet there's a bunch of you who are real good at killing things. Maybe you should form a club. I'll provide cookies if I can get my roommate to teach me how to make em.

lingeringhope

This is exhausting. You are all exhausting, with your constant need for food and water and not dying.

I could use a break. There are too many monsters in the caves, and keeping them in takes more of my power than I'd like. If you'd be so kind as to kill a few for me, I can offer you rewards in return, including some blessings. Besides, I'm sure you have some anger to work out after Fear's ridiculous stunt with the coffins.

And if anyone has any suggestions as to how I could conserve some power, I'd appreciate it. You don't need to eat every day, do you? That seems excessive.

unmakes

❰ here's... a pretty unfamiliar face, at this point. guess who's finally escaped into the light of day. ...well, cave light, so it's still pretty dim, but whatever.

she looks frazzled, hair tied back, with dirt smudged on her face. her nonchalance is overlaid by a definite note of done-with-this-shit. ❱

Right, so those caves? No freaking joke.

Juuuust saying.

unknowable

[There's no video, because it's too dark in the coffin to show anything anyway. Adam's voice is carefully steady, as if he's keeping himself under control through sheer power of will.]

I saw that Fear said our air supply will be refreshed. I don't know if that's true - I don't know if we can trust him - but I thought people ought to know anyway.

[Not that he necessarily believes anything any of the gods say, but - well. Who knows.]

Talking is a little less impersonal than text. It might help to hear a familiar voice, if any of your friends are buried. There also isn't much to do down here but panic, so if anyone wants to talk - I wouldn't mind.

recinerate

[Beyond quit giving network-wide addresses long before he ended up here, but - someone needs to be the voice of reason, apparently, and he is something of an expert on death.]

Those of you who have been buried alive - please listen closely. You have a very limited supply of oxygen to work with, and it would be in your best interest to conserve it as long as you can. Stop talking.

[He's already counted two other broadcasts from people who seem to have been buried; he can only imagine there are more that haven't been open to the entire network.]

If you must communicate, do so by texting. Otherwise, lie still and try not to breathe until you're rescued.

[He pauses for a moment, weighing whether what else he wants to say will ultimately be helpful. He decides it is, and continues:]

You may find it a comfort to know that if you do happen to die before anyone reaches you, it's unlikely you will remain dead. However, death by asphyxiation is supposed to be quite unpleasant, so it's best to avoid the experience if you can.

[He sighs. He doesn't know this from experience, exactly; while he has died twice, it happened quickly both times. A prolonged exposure to death is torturous, and he finds the back of his neck prickling with anger over it. It doesn't take a genius intellect to deduce that Fear is behind this, or what he aims to gain from it.]

Those of us who've not been buried - has anyone made anything resembling a strategic plan for rescue efforts, or is everyone running amok with shovels in hand and hoping for the best?

[Shortly after this exchange with Chris, Beyond sends out an additional message via text:]

If you've been buried, please refrain from starting fires with matches or a lighter. At best, you'll only expend your oxygen supply that much faster. Use your phone for light if necessary.

bekommen

[Nick's voice is raspier than usual, the way voices get when their owners have been screaming, or crying, or possibly both.]

You know what, you motherfucker? I'm coming back to haunt your ass after I'm dead. See how you like it.

morphinum

alright I got a few things to say here
( cut for gratuitous swearing )

bekommen

... Jesus. All right, since it looks like we're all gonna die anyway, I may as well do this now. I'm taking a vote - who agrees that Fear asshole is a complete dick?

Also, not that it really matters, but was anyone else in Vancouver before you ended up here? Humor me.

lingeringfear

I've been told that if you keep a body cold enough, it will retain its features for years, frozen in time. Can you imagine yourself like that? Your blood and your bone frozen solid, with skin and hair and everything, eyes open and wide and staring sightless into the world. I'd like you to really think about it- dying in the cold, that is. Preserved perfectly forever.

It would be an interesting way to keep you all from complaining, don't you think? A quick snap freeze and you're all immobile. If we're being honest, I think that would probably be the best solution to our interpersonal problems- but I'd want to keep you just barely alive somehow, conscious enough to still feel fear. Frozen and screaming. Take a minute and think about it. I rather like the idea.

...oh, also, Rage apparently won Hope's stupid poll. He's making the preparations to revive her and you should expect her to awaken at the end of the month.

illiegetimate

[Onlookers are treated to the shaky camera work of none other than Haurchefant. There's a bit of jostling as he's attempting to figure out if it's working or not—technology is not his forte—but once the realization hits, he settles and the camera does as well.]

—Greetings, my friends!

[He seems pretty enthusiastic, which is a little strange considering where they are.]

I am Lord Haurchefant, however I realize that such a title holds little weight here.

Regardless, I come to you not as a lord, but as an equal, beseeching every last man and woman to hearken to me. We are but comrades suffering a similar fate, and as such we must come together.

[He gestures widely with his hands, a smile present on his features.]

We should foster camaraderie in a place so stricken with peril around every turn—we must find succor within the company of one another, and aid those who cannot aid themselves. Divided we will become nothing more than meager scraps for the fiends that skulk about in the shadows, mere marionettes for the will of these so-called gods; if we but can come together, and work in unity—we will be triumphant against such unfavorable odds.

What divine folly brought us here matters not, but what does is what we do together in this reprehensible situation we find ourselves in.

[With no small ounce of determination, he clenches his fist.]

I implore those who have combat prowess and skill to aid those who are not so fortunate, and for those who might yet hold interest in learning some modicum of self defense—I was a garrison commander from whence I hail, and to that end I am willing to teach those who are willing to learn.

We are all brothers and sisters suffering the same fate, and to that end we must assist one another, so that this burden does not crush us all beneath its arduous weight!

May Halone guide us all.

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001. / voice. (pretend this went up on the 18th after hope's post okay? okay)

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I ☹ video.

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first puzzle; voice + text.

second; voice (i hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record.)

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first; voice (when useless dreaming comes to an end, who will carry all your fears?)

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