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[Abigail died in the deserted plot and has just been revived.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me? Is anyone out there? It's dark out. I can't see anyone. Please tell me I didn't go through all that just to be alone again.

[There's a moment of Abigail crying.]

I was dead. Am I still dead, is that what this is?

[Being alone feels like hell to her.]

stonebird

I have a delicate matter I need to discuss with a lady; preferably one who comes from a modern era. (Since her era has been called "medieval" more than once. Surely humanity has progressed in this...?)

I thank you in advance for your time. I would also like to -

(This is more difficult.)

A great Elf has left us. He was very dear to me and I will miss him for the rest of my life.

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?

barold

[There's a fidgety middle-aged man on your screens, a bespectacled man who looks like he has absolutely no clue what he's doing. Evidenced by the fact that only about half of his face is even in frame.]

Hello. Uh, no that's... G-Greetings! No that's worse...

[He sighs.]

Okay. Say that you, uh... completely hypothetically... haven't really seen your significant other in a while. Couple months. 'Cause of somethin' you did. Hy-Hypothetically. And you're hypothetically lookin' to get'em a little somethin' now that you're uh, back together again. Just a little present, like, nothin' special, j-just somethin' nice t'show y'love'em.

Your hypothetical significant other also already has everythin'. And they're magic.

[Barry hasn't gotten any answers yet, and he already looks demoralized.]

Any suggestions would be appreciated. Uh. Thanks for yer time. How do I make it stop record--

so_dark_a_road

[ On the south shore of North Island, Ignis Scientia and Curufin Fëanorion stand in front of a stack of boards. The construction of the North Island pier has commenced. It will be a low, narrow, and simple structure, but solidly built. Shovels, picks, hand-crank drills, and sledgehammers are leaned against the embankment, where it is obvious that some earth-moving is already taking place in order to accommodate the structure as it goes up. The logs that will stand upright to uphold the walkway are already cut and shaped and are ready to be driven into the muck at the bottom of the water. Saws, hammers, pliers, and other tools are stacked neatly in their bins near the lumber, and cans of nails and fasteners. Gleams of sunlight break through the clouds occasionally, although a faint mist lies on the water, and the breeze is slight. It's a great day to work, not too hot and not too cold. ]

Welcome to our humble construction site! We intend to make life easier for anybody who uses a boat. Now you won't have to moor offshore and wade to get to the beach, just tie up at the pier and stroll along the walkway. When we're finished here, we'll move on to the other islands and do the same, so that everybody has a place to dock. We have some highly skilled people lined up to work with us already, but everybody who can dig or wield a hammer is welcome. We'll find you something meaningful to do!

[ They also won't mind if you show up just to cheer them on or serve the food. There are some tables with sandwiches and drinks, but the workers won't object if you bring more. ]

[ OOC: Ignis or Curufin or both will respond, and of course feel free to mingle! ]

[ And the post title is a quote that I mangled, from Criss Jami's Killosophy. ]

64th

[ Cashmere is really dolled up. excessively so, one might say - her hair is big and curled, her makeup looks like she's expecting a photoshoot to begin any minute now, and she's wearing a blue-green dress with a low cut neckline. is there a club in Hadriel? because that's where it looks like she's going. even the lighting is fantastic, giving her a sort of glow. ]

Hello! [ she blows a kiss to the camera. ]

This morning I thought to myself: we need a little fun around here. And what better way to have fun than a party in my honor? I've taken care of all the details, so all you need to do is show up at my place tonight, dressed to impress.

You're excited, I'm sure. It is a truly generous and amazing thing for me to do. Feel free to tell me how excited you are, and your favorite thing about me.

See you there!

dreamsallotted

You all remember Cal right? Blond har, used to be here. Smug as shit? Followed Pell around like a broken puppy dog?

So, I might have gotten him locked him up, told him enough lies mixed with half truths to break his mind and spirit and let him be locked up in a tower for thirty years.

And I'm only sorry he got out and it wasn't thirty years more.

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Are you the people? The new hosts? Hello!!!!!!!! I am 864578 sub 5. If you like you may refer to me as [Name].

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We hurt you so much

I'm so.... I'm so angry! With myself! With my people! Why did we do that? You are just trying to survive!

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I am alone. In your city.

I am afraid.

Will you kill me if you find me? I hope you don't. I will continue to hide.

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I won't hurt you.

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Maybe

We can be friends?

unheeled

[Early on the evening ("evening" ... what even are these suns) of the tenth, Rita decides that since she isn't dead or raging out, and since she's stuck here for however long, she may as well start indulging herself again.

So here goes.]

anybody dtf? i strongly prefer men.

[Guess who doesn't know her world's zombie virus is transmitted like as STD.

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...a little while later, when she finds out the "like an STD" bit, she edits her post to add:]

strongly prefer nonhumans.

(ooc: your character is probably not immune (maybe?? idk), but they can be if you want them to be! however, ICly it's not something rita would know, so it'd be... a risk. anyway, the point of the post is rita's priorities are skewed. have fun c: )

am_i_a_monster

I've been wondering about love lately. Not just romantic love, any kind of love. I was told that every love is different and unique. It seems like it doesn't matter - love always messes people up. Like love always end up hurting people in one way or another. People hurt the ones they're supposed to love or hurt themselves or hurt someone else. Or they leave us, even if they don't want to, and that hurts.

[Long pause.]

So why do I...why does anyone want to be loved?

swiftlet

[Swift is, let's be honest, not great with using this thing. It feels clunky and unnecessary, but it's what he's got to work with. Not everyone is a har, so he'll learn to live with it. Maybe eventually he'll even get good at it.

As it is for now, when the video starts he's glaring at the screen and it catches the tail end of a curse before he schools his face into a more neutral, perhaps diplomatic, expression.]

As I understand it, Seel har Parasiel has been here for quite some time...alone, let's say. [Unsupervised. He means unsupervised. He hasn't had a proper babysitter.] I would like to take a moment to apologize personally if he's been incorrigible or stubborn or plain mean. I don't know all of what he said to everyone, but I'm hoping it won't be a problem for much longer. [It will still be a problem for a while until Seel gets used to having Swift around again, and he knows that. He's at least prepared for it. This by itself is going to cause a fight.]

If you are having problems with him, please don't hesitate to contact me and I'll make sure it's taken care of. Once again, I am very sorry and I'll do my best to make sure it doesn't happen again.

dreamsallotted

[Seel appears on the screens, a sour look on his face. Rather, adult Seel. He's at least woken up from his surprise nap and isn't real happy about it.]

I'm married to a small child. I was married to a child before, but this time he's actually a fucking child. As if things couldn't possibly get worse.

[Seel crossed his arms over his chest, his mood not getting any better. Typical. He'd been testy about their age difference before when they were both adults. But this? Fuck this.]

If anyone finds him, his name is Swift. He's not human and has probably only met like two humans before. Swift was rather sheltered as a child. He's currently 3, not that he looks 3, he actually looks around and acts like a 6 year old. Harlings grow fast. The point is, he's not familiar with a lot of the stuff around. He doesn't know what roller coasters are much less normal items like soda or chips. He's going to be confused and too curious for his own good.

Don't let him hurt himself by accident. And return him to me if you find him.

....Fuck this shit.

[And a worried and rather annoyed Seel ends the video.]

anoshe

I've been stuck in my rooms for three days. I don't have words for how incredibly bored I am. I may well go mad.

So! In the interests of getting to know some of you better, let's chat. I have a question to start things off. What is one thing you wish people could know about you without you having to tell them?

For example, I wish I didn't have to explain that I am royalty. It's a bit awkward, and sounds like bragging, when really it's just the fact of who I was born to. So I'd choose that - or the fact that I prefer red wines to white. Then no one would ever have to worry about serving me the wrong thing. Actually, that one might be even more convenient.

What about you? At least some of you must be just as bored as me.

dreamsallotted

[Private to Seel's CR]

Swift's here. We have some things we need to work out. We've moved in to Spire 1, 101 for now.

[It was a little too big for their needs, but it was private enough. That was what counted.]

[Private to Pell, Jo and George]

I hope you don't mind if we still show up for some meals? I'm sorry for leaving so quickly.

This is all too weird.

[Private to Pell]

You alright?

hot_mes

[day 2 of the dust storm and...yo, Hadriel, Dr. Asshole needs a favor]

I don't suppose there's anyone who can give me a hand with something.

[he shifts the video from himself, past an enormous black flag tacked to his wall, to a gaping hole in the wall of his apartment. There's already a fine layer of dust collecting like drifting snow around the edges of the floor.]

My place took some damage in the Null battle. Fixing it wasn't exactly a priority until right about now, and I'm not exactly a carpenter.

If anyone can take care of this so I don't have to sleep in the hallway outside, that'd be great. In return I can use my ability to teleport you in and out, or anywhere else in the city.

[but Law, why can't you just find a new apartment? He has reasons, okay.]

imhisaunt

[Today is one of those days that the loneliness that always follows just a few paces behind Delmar has caught up with him. It's for no reason in particular. It's not been a bad day, nothing specific has happened. He woke up with it wrapped around him like a blanket he can't shrug off. It's not the oppressive, sharp type of loneliness that cause a breakdown, just a quiet kind that perhaps makes that space on the other side of the bed feel that much emptier, the quiet seem heavier, or make him look that little bit older when he gazes in the mirror.

Back home he'd escape through his television. He'd bundle himself into his favorite armchair and let himself get lost in his favorite soap opera, the romance, the drama...it'd keep him company.

But he doesn't have something like that here, so in a small attempt to distract himself, he turns to the network. He's sitting at his kitchen table when he turns on the video and perhaps looks a little bit tired. Not ill or injured, nothing like that, but perhaps the bright and chipper Delmar just seems somewhat less vibrant today.]

Do, um, do any of you have things that...that you know you'll never get to do?

[He's looking more at his fingers that are knotting nervously with each other than he is at the screen]

I've been so blessed since I came here. So many people have been so very nice to me.... I am so lucky with all my friends.... but, um--

[His hands shift then, palms now laying flat against the surface of the table]

--But sometimes its hard to not think about home.

[And how none of the wonderful things he's been given here will be there when he goes back. His thoughts try to add a hopeful 'if'...if he goes back...but today the 'if' feels like the fairy stories parents tell their children]

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.]

bekommen

[The dust has settled, the suns have risen, and Nick survived, sure, but she's struggling with what survival in this instance means. So she's turned to her old trusty coping mechanism - alcohol, an emergency bottle she'd stashed away for just in case. She's not completely trashed by the time she starts talking, just drunk enough to feel as fragile as necessary to talk about herself with strangers about things she doesn't normally open up about.]

You know, I've been thinkin' ... now that we actually got time to think again ... how many of y'all fought in wars before? 'Cause we don't really got wars where I'm from. I mean - there are wars, sure, but nothin' like what happened here. Not anywhere near me, anyway - the last war that happened in my country was like, a hundred and some years ago. Wars are somethin' you read about in history books, or watch movies about, or you see on the TV, in the news, happening in other countries so far away you don't even really know where they are on the map.

[A pause; the slosh of liquid against glass as she takes another swig.]

I, uh - I grew up in a real small town in the middle of nowhere, and a lot of the kids in my school had dreams of joining the military and fighting to defend freedom or whatever, but that was never me. I didn't have dreams of doing anything with my life. Hell, I figured I'd be dead by the time I got as old as I am now.

[A whole twenty-seven years old. Practically a grandma, right?]

But I - I had this friend I made here, a while back - he's gone now, but he'd lived for like, a thousand years. He'd been through wars, personally, and we had this mind-link thing happen once, on accident, when Confusion first turned up. I got to see what war was like, through his eyes. It was every bit as awful as the history books and TV reports and movies will have you believe, but ... it still wasn't anything like what happened here.

[She misses Ushahin, even though he was gone by the time she returned. She misses Chris, too, now that he's disappeared. She inhales a shaky breath, and it's not enough to keep her voice from wavering.]

I don't - sorry, I don't really know what I'm doin' here, y'know? I'm just a bartender from Chicago - I used to sing in a band. I'm not a fighter. I'm not a hero.

[And then, muffled, through her hand, before she kills the feed:] ... This is stupid.

angelofnaboo

[She's had time...a few days at least... to sort through things while working to help others. She's holding together as best as she can, but she knows that things here are complicated.]

I'm sure that it's been asked before by others, but I've yet to really find anyone that I can talk to regarding this. So, I've decided to address as many as possible at one time.

[She stalling, she knows she is. And that's not like her. After biting her bottom lip momentarily, she just decides to face the problem head on.]

Has anyone else run into time paradoxes? People from the past and people from the future coexisting when they really shouldn't? Meeting those that otherwise wouldn't have the opportunity to do so?

How do you deal with it?

[After she asks that question, her demeanor changes.]

Are there any particular projects that can use a slightly disoriented politician that is out of her element?

imhisaunt

[Delmar is sitting in a cheerful looking room that has been done up in shades of delicate yellows and warm maroons. Seel's handiwork. As for Delmar himself, although he's been forced by the heat to relinquish his beloved sweaters and scarves in favor of a tank top, has still wrapped himself up in a pastel shawl, a way to stay cool without having to be uncovered. He doesn't mind the heat so much if he stays inside, but he cannot stand the thought of being so uncovered.

Despite this little personal dilemma, Delmar looks shy but cheerful as he gives the screen a little wave of his hand]

Hello, everyone, it's Delmar. I just wanted to make a little announcement.

[He then gestures to the room around him]

Thanks to the very very big help of the wonderful Seel the bakery is ready to open. And thanks to Mr. Hope I have a month's supply of ingredients.

[They've been in his apartment during the whole Null invasion, but to his good fortune they have survived.]

Also, if there's anyone who might be interested in helping out here please don't be shy. Everyone is welcome and I would be very grateful for the help. And if you don't know how to bake that is perfectly alright, I would be more than happy to teach you.

[He laces his fingers together before remembering something and getting up to grab something off screen]

Oh! And I've decided to name it the 'Bear Hug' Bakery [He returns into view with his two teddy bears, Harlan Jr. and the lampshade bear, Beauregard, both in knitted sweaters] I know it might sound silly but...well... [A bashful look] ...I thought it was cute.

Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. I hope you all have a good day.

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