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Hey. Uh... I've never posted to the network before, huh? I'm Kyna.

[Kyna helpfully wiggles her fingers in a little wave. She's very clearly some kind of elf, with pointy ears and all.]

So, my magic's back, which is good, since a lot of things want to fucking kill us here. Anyway, I'm offering lessons or whatever. I'm an evocation wizard, which means I know a lot of spells that blow shit up, but I know defensive magic too, if that's your bag. No healing spells, though. Find a cleric for that.

Oh, yeah, this probably goes without saying but, you know, bloodthirsty assholes need not apply. If I've heard sketchy shit about you I'm not teaching you.

[She pauses for a moment, head tilting as she thinks.]

Yep, that's it. Let me know.

dreamsallotted

[Seel is standing in what remains of Sorrow's grove. Like others, he's not exactly thrilled with the heat, but he's not unused to it either, having spent years in an inhospitable climate not unlike this one.]

A couple of things. First. I've been working with Elrond on trying to create some sort of irrigation system for the grove here. We obviously can't continue to rely on the gods for assistance. We need to make ourselves as self reliant as possible.

[Personally, Seel would prefer not to rely on anyone.]

Sorrow's death means we have to keep this grove alive. It's an additional source of food we can't afford to lose. To that end, if anyone needs a project, I would appreciate the help. This may not be the most hospitable land but it does offer food and we can make do with it if we use our resources well enough.

[Seel fingered the package of cigarettes he was holding in one hand, he was running low, and had been rationing best he could with the Null situation, and now this.]

Second. I'm running out of cigarettes. I quit once before but with significantly more resources than what we currently have available. If anyone has any tips, I'd love to hear them.

[At the moment, quitting cold turkey was pretty much his only option. It wasn't like nicotine patches grew on trees here.]

circumitus

bianca's gone. in case those who knew her didn't already notice.

it was her idea to set up monthly dance nights at the speakeasy. thought it sounded like a good idea back then. still do.

obviously we have a lot of other shit to worry about, but think we all could use a regular breather, if anyone wants to help out or bitch about how stupid it is.

[And that's all she wrote. Despite how things ended between her and Bianca the last time they met, this wasn't the outcome that Rey had wanted. Still, it could be worse. Not like enough people don't think of this place as a prison.]

dreamsallotted

[Seel's at the speakeasy, a glass of something very alcohol next to him, having run out of booze at home. It's obvious he's been there for a while as the mound of ash and spent cigarette butts is piled high. There's nothing quite like having to kill your best friend to really hammer home just how much your life sucks. This time at least, Seel's spreading the wealth. Be thankful he doesn't have dirt on the rest of you.

His words aren't exactly properly enunciated after that much alcohol, but at least cloud of smoke around him was dissipating into the rest of the speakeasy.]

I hear Pell's been here a while. You all probably think of him as a nice, upstanding member of your delinquent little society you've built here. I'm here to set the record straight. Nice people don't knock up their one night stands and then try to hide and pay off their dirty little secret. Your marriage is the most disgusting affront I've ever seen and your consort is a manipulative, conniving bitch. Cause that's what happens when you knock up gold digging rock stars. You marry them and they make your life hell and glue diamonds to their nails.

And then to top it all off you invite Cal to become Tigron with you? That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Pell's King of the World. And apparently Calanthe too--because all you need to do to get promoted is to become a lunatic, and a murderer. That's exactly who I would want to be in charge of things.

Oh, and Pell? While he thought you were dead, your beloved was knocking boots with Terzian. You know, the stone hard killer who liked to eat people and collected vats of blood? Their child looks exactly like him.

The rest of you? Pell has a fetish for blondes. Anyone thinking about bleaching their hair? Don't.

Anyone have any more cigarettes?

[/end video]

sonofacesius

[A blonde fifteen year old appeared on the screen, with the clinic in the background. He had a sunny, relaxed laziness to his demeanor, like a cat content in a sunbeam.]

Most of you may not have met me yet, I'm Will Solace, I arrived a few weeks ago. I'm working over at the clinic. I'm a surgeon, although I sincerely hope none of you ever need my help.

[Will really hopes everyone keeps their limbs attached, and their organs on the inside. Already, this place seems a lot calmer than Camp. No one's gotten maimed or anything.]

I wanted to let everyone know that Dr. Lee Rosen passed away earlier. The clinic will still be open of course to anyone who needs help.

[Will keeps glancing around, almost like he expects trouble, habits die hard. Especially those habits ingrained to keep you alive. No monsters yet.]

To that end I'm trying to fulfill his requests. Who is Frisk?

[private to Lance Sweets]

How are you doing on food? And in general? Dr. Rosen... Lee

[Will stumbles, still trying to figure out what to call. Guess it might not matter anymore]

He wanted me to check on you. Make sure you were eating real food. How's your five basic food groups?

sister_bubbles

[ Eleanor was still sleeping rough, in a waterlogged building, dank and cold, that was the location of this broadcast- but that wasn't the problem she had come to the network with, no.

As she switched on the feed from her device, it displayed some little girls, all with glowing yellow eyes, a pretty if not scruffy little dress on. Some had syringes in their hands, huge and oversized much like the one Eleanor had mounted on her wrist. The others had little ragdolls made of tennis balls and rope.

She was weak, yet her altered DNA made it so she was still able to move, talk and if need be, possibly fight. Eleanor shook her head as one of the girls came close to the camera, smiling at her and taking her hand. She filmed as she was lead by the child around her basement-like home. ]

Did I hear some of the residents here talk of Ghosts? I'd like to know more.

[ Eleanor had her helmet off this time, still in the oversized diving suit, but she was showing her face for the first time since her arrival. She was a pale girl, sickly looking like she could do with a good dose of sunshine. But it wasn't her she was concerned about. ]

I could have seen Father... Mother possibly, depending on Father's mood... Yet I'm tormented by this?

[ The camera shows two little sisters, laughing and playing a game of chasing each other. ]

I knew they were here, my Little Sisters. I could feel them. Though, I've come to understand they must be dead? Harvested by the sick and deprived no doubt... Is swear, if I should find that these girls really were here and that--

[ She stops herself, feeling her anger rise. No, no, Eleanor your Father taught you better than that. ]

What if I'm really their ghost? Would I know any different? Would you know, if you were someone's ghost? I mean, I arrived here only a short while ago... What if I'm the one who isn't real?

[ It seemed that in Eleanor's case, the drain her ghosts had on her, was more of a mental one. Her mind was slowly fading though her body fought on. Soon she'd be no better than the real Big Sisters that roamed the seafloor in search of little ones to rescue. ]

glacius

Greetings, all of you. In light of the... unfortunate losses that this cave has suffered recently, I have been working on a few things in conjunction with other like-minded individuals in this cave. For the first announcement, I will allow Curufin to explain what we have planned, as it was his idea.

[Glacius' introduction is quick and to the point; while this cause is near and dear to the alien's heart, it's clear from his tone that said losses have been hard on him, have left him tired and not really feeling up to being the focus of so many people right now. So without further ado he hands the phone over; there's a brief pause as the device is shuffled about, and then another voice comes through the feed. Those who know the man will recognize it as belonging to none other than Curufin, another member of the Guard.]

We're here to announce a benefit event for the clinic, held in honor and memory of Kate Galloway!

Make a donation if you can, but if you can't, come anyway. Everyone is welcome, friends of Kate, clinic staff and helpers, well-wishers of the clinic, anyone who has ever been a patient there and received kindness and healing, and anyone who is just passing by and could use a square meal.

PICNIC ON THE LAWN:
Since this is a benefit, you get wined and dined. Bring a potluck dish if you like, but food will be provided as well -- sandwiches, salads, fruit, and deserts. Wine and whiskey courtesy of Rey and the Speakeasy.

DONATIONS:
if you can find any of the following, these would really be helpful! If you are into scavenging, Hadriel's unused buildings and shops can be unexpected treasure-troves. And if you happen to have any of these items and would be willing to donate them, then we would all be grateful. Here's the list:

Gauze or any thin cotton fabric -- these can be washed, cut into squares or strips to be used for sterile pads and bandages.

Canvas fabric of various weights -- can be used for slings for arms or legs that are in casts.

Sacks of plaster in powder form -- can be used to make casts for broken bones,

Crutches, canes, leg or arm braces.

Disinfectants -- alcohol, iodine or Betadine solution, peroxide solution.

Soap -- liquid or bar.

Terrycloth -- for washcloths and towels.

Bedding -- blankest and sheets.

Furniture -- cots, beds with metal bedsteads, chairs, tables, benches, cabinets.

Medical instruments -- if anybody happens to find any surgical kits, or spare instruments such as scissors, clamps, scalpels, etc., these things can be sterilized for for use.

Scrap metal -- Curufin and Celebrimbor will be carting this away to melt down and cast or forge surgical instruments and other medical equipment that the clinic does not already have.

LOCATION:
The picnic will be held on the grass near the clinic and the pawnshop. There will also be a sorting area for the donations, where you will be directed if you are bringing any items.

[Glacius clicks approvingly, taking the phone back.] Thank you, Curufin, for announcing all of that. I know it is a lot of information to process at once, so feel free to respond to this with any questions. We will both be present at this event to oversee donations and make sure everything goes smoothly.

Now: one final thing. I have also been working with Sharon to erect a memorial site in the forest. I have carved wooden markers that are individually shaped according to things that each person would have liked, and are engraved with the names of those that have been lost to us; she has been decorating the sites of those that we knew personally with portraits and tributes.

We will need your help to fill in the remaining markers, however. Feel free to reach out to either of us if you have lost someone and you have a special request in mind for their marker; I can be contacted here, or in my personal inbox if you wish the exchange to remain a bit more private. You can also stop by the memorial site at any time, and if we happen to be there, feel free to reach out to us then.

It is time we move forward, and make an active effort to honor and remember those that have left this place. Thank you for listening to all of this; I know it has been a lot, but the cause is important.

[[OOC: Feel free to have your characters either respond to this network post with any questions or letting ours know what your character is bringing to the drive, or strike up an action prompt to come interact with Glacius or Curufin in person! You can specify whether they're attending the donation drive or the picnic or both, and which character you want them to interact with. Questions or action prompts for the memorial site that he and Sharon are working on are also welcome. Feel free to ping either of us on Plurk with any other questions!]]

lastreturned

HELLO! I'M BACK! I GUESS NOBODY MISSED ME, BECAUSE I'M THE LAST ONE BACK. :( HOPE SAID I COULD'VE COME BACK AWHILE AGO BUT YOU ALL VOTED AGAINST IT. OUCH.

OH WELL, I'M BACK NOW! HELLO HADRIEL! NICE TO MEET ALL OF YOU, EXCEPT THE ONES WHO KEPT VOTING AGAINST ME, BUT I'M SURE YOU GUYS ARE GREAT TOO! ENJOY THE HOT SPRINGS, I MADE SURE IT WASN'T TOO HOT, DON'T WANT TO BOIL YOU SQUISHY LITTLE THINGS! :)

THIS IS LOVE, SIGNING OFF! ♥

feelslikeimspilling

[ After realizing what exactly the letter and that friendship bracelet meant, Will went into a mild panic. What did this mean? Why did Fear chose him?! Was it because of what his double had done? What he was capable of? Or perhaps it was because Will was constantly in fear himself?

Will wasn't a competitive man by nature, he was happy being the last kid picked in sports at school, but something about the prize the Gods were offering, really captured Will's attention. Maybe, just maybe, if his team won and they were granted a wish, Will could ask Fear to bring Abigail in through the door? That was his driving force in all this, the hope that he could see her again?

So, with that in mind, Will paced his bedroom floor, wracking his brain trying to think of a way to scare people. He didn't want to, but he was going to! As his imagination went overdrive, Will remembered the horrible things he'd seen while wandering barefoot and sleepless in the Silent Hill Zone. That place had an ability to bring your own personal monsters out of the fog. Maybe, just maybe he would be able to show people some of the monsters that haunted his mind? They terrified Will so why wouldn't they terrify others?

Grabbing his coat and making sure Winston was locked in the apartment, Will left a note for Hannibal on the coffee table, explaining where he was but not what he was doing. This way, at least someone he trusted to come rescue him would be able to find him should everything fall apart.

As the fog rolled in and the ash began to fall, Will took a deep breath and stepped forwards. It was such a strange feeling, you'd think it would be like walking over a thresh hold so clear and obvious, but it took a little while before he even realized he'd made it into Silent Hill. The air felt thick and Will could already feel the sensation of something watching him.

It was about five minutes into his wandering that the sirens finally began to call. Will swallowed the lump in his throat and turned his phone on, broadcasting to the network. He wanted to scare people, he wanted them to see the horrors he was about to face. Knowing full well how dangerous it would be, he came armed with the pistol Maketh had given him and two bullets he'd managed to scavenge. Taking a deep breath as everything went dark, he waited and there it was finally, emerging from the darkness and fog.

Clawing free, those eyes, those antlers, that ever-hungry body. Will hadn't expected to see it, he'd thought maybe the Stag or Hobb's himself, but this? No, this was more terrifying than he'd planned. ]

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.

tablewithoutpity

Greetings to all Hadriel denizens, and a welcome to those of you who have only recently arrived. My name is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. My colleague Dr. Lee Rosen and I are both psychiatrists, and would like to extend our services to all of you.

Perhaps you have never experienced therapy before. There are many misconceptions when it comes to psychiatry. You may think that only those who are not mentally sound seek therapy. Nothing could be further from the truth. Sometimes the healthiest thing is to seek the assistance of a professional when desiring to understand how both the past and the present are affecting you, and what sorts of behaviors you may alter to ensure for yourself the best future. This is important even in the most mundane of situations, yet ours is far from mundane. The gods play with our emotions. Sometimes we are left to wonder if what we felt was real, or merely an illusion. Either way, the pain is real. And we can help you. Recently the gods allowed us to speak to each other anonymously over the network. The outpouring of raw feeling, of fear and worry and sorrow, was striking. There was some solace in speaking to our fellow citizens. Perhaps even more may be found in utilizing the training and talent of Dr. Rosen and myself.

We would like to hold open office hours at the clinic, if those who run the facility are amenable. In the meantime, you may contact either of us for an appointment. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have.

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.]

pyralisit

[Just audio from Cal this time. Short, sweet, and to the point. He's not up to much else after the conversation he just had with Flick. But he has a question, and he needs an answer. At least he's trying.]

If I had a question, how responsive are these so-called gods?

( [Private | Pell] )

fifthreturned

Wow, time flies, huh? Hope says he's about ready to bring Love back, which is great. I'm looking forward to all of us being together again. Just doesn't feel right without everyone here, you know?

Anyway, you don't really get to pick which of us to bring back this time, but you should get a choice anyway. Makes being here a little less stressful, I hope. So we were talking, and it doesn't seem like any of you were that into the hot springs thing. How about a couple other options?

You could go for the hot springs, that'd be pretty nice. A place to chill out and relax or take your date, yeah? I'm thinking another fun option for dates would be a cafe - you know, like Delight's bar, but with food and less alcohol, more of an intimate atmosphere. Or maybe you guys could use some new housing, if you're starting to feel cramped. I bet Love could make something nice.

Let me know what you're into.

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26 (52.0%)

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19 (38.0%)

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prophesiedone

[Some might recognize the cat - the stray cat that seemed to hate Anakin before - behind said Sith. So what if the fuzzy creature is batting a ball between his paws and being downright charming? So what?]

My talents are going to waste. I'm accepting students, but if you don't show any talent with the Force, I will drop you.

[He wants his own army because why the hell not?]

Ben, you're my first student. [No matter what a certain once-Padawan says! ~~Yes, he is that childish.~~] Don't be late tonight.

unfollowing

since a whole bunch of you just got here, i just wanted to point out that if you need clothes altered or tailor made so you have more than just the clothes you got here in, i have a standing deal with delight: tell her one happy memory, and she'll give you a bolt of good cotton fabric in a solid color

we have a sewing shop by the lake. [attachment: map.jpg] you'll know it when you see it

pell and i can mend and sew or teach you how to sew your own clothes

[She's about to post this when she remembers her new bff, who goes just about everywhere with her. On most days. Unless he's hunting.]

lately i bring our house's wolf when i'm there. he's nice, but he will attack you if you're an asshole

[That last part is a lie, but she's just going to leave it at that.]

(ooc: Action logs with Emily (and Wolfie) at the shop can be done in Emily's inbox or in the log comm. She's there pretty much every day and makes it a point not to be too mean to people, which... isn't saying much! I'm also down to handwave meetings.)

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.]

feelslikeimspilling

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[ It's been a rough few weeks and Will knows that the oncoming weeks ahead are probably going to be just as bad for him. He has a lot of explaining to do and a few apologies to make, which isn't the easiest thing to deal with. His double caused a significant amount of damage both to others as well as to himself.

He's not in the best mindset as he sits out in the cold, just a few hundred yards from the colosseum. The thought of entering it and letting whatever beasts have been brought through the door maim him or worse. With bruises from head to toe and a few fractures scattered around his bones here and there, falling from the window of his fourth story spire had left him a little worse for wear, as had the final fight with his double.

Beside him were a few bottles of water, a small handful of chocolate bars and what was left of one of his bottles of aspirin, Will had originally intended to offer some help to anyone leaving the arena in poor shape, only his mood had gotten the better of him. He knew it was dangerous for him to be out in public right now, what with several people cursing his name and after his blood, but Will wasn't thinking straight (when was he ever?) Stricken with grief after watching someone special to him, take their own life in order to save his, Will was in a state of both physical and mental pain. Still, he would sit and wait, see if anyone needed his help, or if he could even muster the effort to help when the time came. ]

I have a few supplies... If anyone might need them?

[ Stroking his dog, Winston who acted as a guard around his deflated master. ]

[ Private audio to Tyki ]

[ Will was an intelligent man, it didn't take him long after picking out a few words that he recognized in Portuguese to work out roughly what the rest of the message meant. The part he was truly struggling with, was deciding if it was a prank or not?

After some pondering, deciding he really had nothing to lose, Will picked up his device, switched the settings to private and contacted the number left on the flyer. ]

I might have a need for your offered services.

dedikated

( This message comes to the network at 3am, the sign of someone not sleeping, probably having spent one too many nights at Delight's bar to be at all healthy for their liver.

Whether they're drunk this night is a question that's hard to answer, since they've had the sense to turn on anonymous posting and type correctly. But three words can't be that hard to type, right? )

Are you coping?

( If you have to send this? You're probably not. )

feelslikeimspilling

OOC: The linked pictures under the cut contain images some may find disturbing. Text may contain talk of murder, cannibalism and graphic violence. Both pictures are from the TV show Hannibal and are not real. Pictures are on links and not actually shown in the thread under the cut! ^u^;

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