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[The first thing that is seen when the camera turns on is one bright, beady, avian eye. Fetch has been watching this device for months, and while he may not understand entirely how it works, he's out of options right now. He stares and pecks at it for a moment, then grumbles out a throaty Cawww! For anyone who understands the language of the birds, it's basically a cry for help, for he's become very worried about his companion. He picks up the device in his claws and turns it around.

The view is of the house Ushahin and Shadow share, but it looks as though someone has completely wrecked it. Things are broken on the floor, flung all over the place, the shades are drawn, leaving the room in shadows, and there in the corner the half-man is curled up, his back against the wall with his knees in front of him. His voice is hoarse as though he's been talking for hours.]

Gone. All gone. I should have known. Nothing ever lasts. They leave me, all of them, no matter what. Yes, this is my fate. Of course. That's the pattern Calanthrag showed me.

[For anyone who ever wondered what Ushahin meant when he said he wasn't entirely sane, this is what he was referring to. Those moments that happen where he entirely breaks down, sinking into the madness that clouded his thoughts. Though it is hard to see in the gloom, there is a dark helm right next to Ushahin's figure. This is the Helm of Shadows, a mighty piece of magic that amplifies the powers of a psychic. He traces one of his long fingers over it.]

I can't stand it. Not any longer.

[Fetch seems to know something is coming, and for the first time in his life, he defies his friend. Flying at him, he tries to get him to stop this course of action, trying to claw and peck at him. But it is too late. Ushahin's mind is made up. He bats away the raven and places the helm on his head.]

They will all know what it feels like.

[Then, his powers amplified by the helm, he broadcasts all that he feels to the residents of Hadriel. It won't affect all of them, but it will reach quite a few. There's pain, madness, despair, fear, and everything else that the Dreamer has experienced over the past year of his long life. Losing his best friend had just been the tipping point. The experience won't last for long, only a minute at the most, but it is a minute of sheer agony. When he is finished, he wrenches the helm off, and tosses it to the side. His eyes close, and while he isn't asleep, his strength is spent. At least the madness in his mind has been quieted.]

handofsilver

Fear not the foul visions! They cannot harm you. They are as reflections in glass; ephemeral.

But they can cause the heart to start! As such, I suggest traveling and even resting in pairs. I know this will be uncomfortable for some, yet there is much within Hadriel that goes against our comfort and our wishes.

May the protection of the Valar ne'er leave you.

armcollector

hail and well met good citizens of hadriel! i am magnus burnsides, and i am new to this whole. thing. this thing i am holding in my hands. sorry if i make any weird faux pas i was literally born yesterday. i am but a babe in this land of science fiction.

this is beside my point here but there are a LOT of weird things in these houses?? does anyone know what these machines are for?? i tried pressing some buttons but now the place just smells like bad eggs?

anyway the point is:
is there any way to get back something the door didnt bring with you? like a special weapon or beloved pet or dwarven cleric? does the door do delivery basically is what im asking here. can i order take out from the door. can i special order fries from the door.

i know i just have a ton of questions and nothing really useful to offer in return. tell you what, ill make you a sweet wooden duck or something as thanks. willing to be flexible on the shape of the wooden item. alternately if you got something made of wood and its broken i can take care of that for ya. help me and ill help you?

ok thanks love you see you!

hasitsthorns

[ It's been a while since the network has been graced by Rose's smiling face. Didn't her girlfriend disappear? Wasn't she a complete mess wanting to die like two weeks ago?

Absolutely.

But who wants to get hung up on that? Not her, nosiree. Instead, she's decided to fall back on old coping habits yet again. This time, however, the mischief isn't directed at her fellow cave dwellers but instead the deities that have been so recently gracious. She can't let them get off too easy now, after all... ]

Hello, Hadriel! Newcomers, welcome. If you saw the banner in the coliseum, that was my doing. Beautiful, I know, thank you. Anyway!

I have an extremely important question. One I've been asking since arriving a year ago. [ Ah. It has been a year, hasn't it? Though she doesn't seem to want to stick on that confession for too long, no. ] But now I figured it was time to make it official! As we all know, the gods have taken on quite... attractive human appearances. They're not interested in us, of course, so it feels a bit unfair to be graced by such hotness and not be able to do anything about it. Yet! I know I can't be the only one that's wondered. Fantasized. Nor can I be the only one with a preference.

So, cast your votes! Let me know! If you had the choice:

WHICH GOD WOULD YOU BANG?

Poll #18361 The Cave's Dying to Know...

This poll is anonymous.
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 14

Which God Would You Bang?

View Answers

Hope
2 (14.3%)

Delight
5 (35.7%)

Rage
3 (21.4%)

Fear
2 (14.3%)

Sorrow
5 (35.7%)

Love
0 (0.0%)

Confusion
1 (7.1%)

Tranquility
6 (42.9%)

And don't worry, it's anonymous. No strings or shame attached. [ Well. The gods themselves will see, but that makes it that much more fun. ] I even gave you the option to choose two in case you absolutely can't decide!

Have fun, Hadriel.

einselective

[If she was an actually good public speaker, there might be a clear lead-in to this discussion, introducing the problems and exactly why these thoughts came up. Unfortunately, Marian expects everybody else to make the same intuitive leaps and skip straight past the boring explanation that everyone knows, kidnapped from our own dimensions, trapped, used for food, etc etc.]

If our positions were suddenly reversed, and we had full control over the Door and the parasites who currently run our lives, what would you do? Would you simply see the Door destroyed after everyone who wanted to go home was sent back, or would you leave it intact? If you stayed here instead, what would you do? Would you let the gods be, or would you interfere in any way with their conflict with the other aliens of this place on one side of the other? Are there other options you'd consider?

Explain your rationale clearly, regardless of the position you'd take.

Oh. Any idiots planning to argue that 'the gods are wonderful people, really' [enjoy an overly saccharine simpering impression there for those few words] spare us all your Stockholm-syndrome induced mawkish blithering. Nobody wants to hear it, least of all me.

goldpoints

[look out cave, someone's excited and painfully new.]

OH MAN A CHARGED PHONE

YIU HAVE INTERNET

CAVE INBTERNET

IM SO HAPPY EVEN IF IT MAKES NO SENSE

[It's been...so long... She's gonna cry. Anyway, there's more than just screaming to do on the internet, even if it's been way more time than any modern eighteen-year-old deserves. Well, for...her, at least. Some of her friends might have been content with screams and memes.]

Wheres the cave news site and a chargrt pls

torrefied

[It's been a while since Mello's addressed the network with anything but cold, impersonal text (well, except for that one time he was possessed by a demon, but let's not dwell on that, he wasn't exactly himself), and the fact that he is now choosing this method of communication is significant - Mello does nothing without purpose. He's been here an entire year, and he has begun to slowly pull himself out of the mindset of a man with one day left to live and not much to lose. Near was right; he is better at dealing with people than he has been, and it's well past time he took steps to rectify that. He's stuck here, perhaps indefinitely, and he has, in spite of his various missteps over the past year, become a part of this community.

So when he speaks now, his tone is a measure less haughty and condescending than you might be used to seeing from him. This is, believe it or not, what an attempt at teamwork looks like.]

I've revised the introductory guide, and I've included a new attachment with a summarized history of the events that have transpired here. Please take time to review it. If anything of importance is missing, I'd like to know.

[Look at that, Hadriel. He even said please.]

I think we need better documentation of what happens to us here - not just so that we aren't forced to keep explaining things to the newcomers ad nauseam, but because our history informs who we are, collectively. And I can't help thinking that if the gods here or their so-called previous host population had left better records of what happened before, we might have been better prepared for what happened when we were attacked not long ago by the things that killed them off. Now, I'm good at collecting information, but I'm only one person, and as we've seen, the Door is unpredictable about who comes and goes. If only one person is collecting this sort of information and that person disappears, we all lose that record.

[He falls silent for a moment, thinking of Near's recent disappearance. As much as he dislikes to admit it, even to himself, it's something that has left a deep impact - deep enough, perhaps, to prompt this shift in his attitude.]

I guess ... I'm asking for your help. All of you.

[Don't make this weird, Hadriel. It takes a lot for Mello to ask for help with anything.]

prophesiedone

[This message is over a week overdue. Way to go, Anakin. Stellar life choices as always!]

If anyone saw me behaving oddly... [When doesn't he?] I was drunk. I won't be doing that again. [Because it resulted in a dislocated arm, a bitten tongue and lots of bruising.]

I didn't mean - I didn't want to - [He grits his teeth, frustrated.] I can't remember if I hurt anyone. I'd like to say I wouldn't, but -

[He has all the skills necessary to see to hurting just about anyone. Or worse.]

You're welcome to punch me if I did.

ushahin

[It's been a while since Ushahin has posted to the network. He always ends up enjoying the responses he gets, for it gives him a good pulse on what the cave residents are up to. It's time for another one of what Sans once called his "philosophy hour."

He's sitting outside, and for once, is wearing sunglasses, hiding the worst of the damage done to his eye sockets. It appears that he's watching something up in the sky, the moment of his head going round and round.]

I used to wonder sometimes if being brought here was a punishment for all the wrongs I have done in my life. I don't suppose it is so, but sometimes, the idea seems to have merit. Tell me, what is the worst thing you have done in your life? No lying or vague answers for this one or I'll pull it right out of your heads. Just tell me the truth.

[What he's been watching rapidly descends, revealing the dot in the cave ceiling to have been Fetch, his raven friend. He lands on the ground and hops over, giving whoever is watching an extreme close-up of the raven as he pecks at the device. He gives out a guttural Grrrawww! to Ushahin, who seems to be listening to it as if it's actual words.]

I suppose you are right. Fair trade and all that. I won't tell anyone else. You don't live to be my age without learning how to keep a secret. And if you tell me one, if you would like, I'll tell you one of mine.

dragonsgrasp

Your legs are fine! Stop whining!

[ That's the first thing people might hear before they see anything else but the ceiling of the cave. For anyone who knows that voice, it is obviously Shadow's, though the name label says otherwise. ]

What if it's broken... and I'm hardly whining, you pathetic... [But he pauses, then and groans in pain.] This was... a friendly spar... you took it too far... [Yeah, right, he's one to talk, he also puts in just as much effort as he would in a real battle.]

[At last, the hedgehog comes to view, picking up the phone, he stares at it briefly before he realizes the video feature is on. ]

Someone come heal this idiot before he bleeds out.

[ Hah, it doesn't even sound like a plea, more like an order of sorts... Nope, he's not taking him to the clinic. Kate is not there anyway, and she might never will, hopefully, no matter how much Shadow would want her to. Ah, but this isn't about her, is it? Nope, this is about that stupid dragoon, and not about being unable to deal with people being gone, right?

Then he tosses the device to the ground--it lands on something... er... someone, actually. That someone is Kain, who's got quite a lot of blood covering him at the moment. His own. Damn it, he'd just gotten back to full strength! Why does Shadow have to complicate everything for him?]

No need for anyone to panic... it's... not quite as bad as it seems...

[Except, you know, there's all that blood.]

edibles

I asked Hope for a camera. I want to find the good things about this place, and I know it sounds pretty impossible but not everything here is shit.

( The place maybe, but not everything else. The video jerks for a moment as the view changes from Beth to some photos laid out on her bed. There's one of her sister, Hannah, one of across the lake, and one of the orchard )

My friends make this place better for me, and there are some nice things to look at here, places that are kind of peaceful when nothing's going on. I want to take more pictures of things that makes us happy -- make a record or something. Even if our friends leave we'd have something showing when we were happy. Considering how much this place can scare the crap out of us I think we need some happiness.

If there's something you want a picture of let me know.

skelebro

[The video wobbles a minute before it steadies, locking onto a grinning skull. It's your friendly neighborhood skeleton, Sans, looking undeniably pleased with himself as he comments to someone just off screen:]

'S lookin' great so far.

[There's a fumbling tapping as the feed gets jostled, and Sans is forced to set the thing onto the ground, face-down. At least the audio filters through, unimpeded if a bit muffled.]

All right. We ready?

[There's a distant sound of affirmation - two, actually, though one sounds a mite more stammered than the first. Kate, it seems, hadn't much wanted to take part in the announcement itself. So when the feed swings up again, there's two distinctively non-human shapes in the periphery - a yellow, lizardlike creature and a small black hedgehog that sharp-eyed cave-dwellers might recognize as Alphys and Shadow, respectively. The video jerks again, blurring the twin blazes of color into smeared linear streaks, and the cave gets a lovely shot of Sans's pink fuzzy slippers in preparation for the finale.

There's a click of fleshless fingers snapping; hundreds of tiny, glowing objects being displaced and then replaced, buried into the rock of the ceiling. Takes a lot out of a skeleton and leaves him a bit stooped from the effort, but it's worth it.

The camera swings up again to pan across the ceiling, now lit with a vast array of blue sparkling stones.]

It ain't Tranquility's illusions, but... [One last whip-pan back to Sans's face, and he winks at the camera, lookin' just a tiny bit more on the edge of exhaustion than usual. Just a hair.] You can consider it a good constellation prize.

[Enjoy the night sky, Hadriel. It'll last for quite a while. Sans, for his part, plans to be stargazing all night. Feel free to find him at the lake, if you're real interested.]

lingeringhope

[In the background can be heard the thudding, drilling noises that started early this morning and haven't stopped for a moment since. While they're still faint enough that it's possible to ignore them, that won't be the case for long.

Hope looks determined, but there's worry visible there too.]

They've found us. If you are on this side, with Fear and I, we need your help. I would ask you to venture into the caves around the city and collapse them - Rage will provide explosives for this, or if you have abilities that make it possible, use them. Go as deep as you can and destroy them on the way back in. We need it to be as difficult as possible for them to get here.

[He winces as a particularly loud noise echoes through the cave.]

It will be dangerous. There are still monsters in there. But we have no other choice - this is the only way to ensure our survival until Fear can transport us out. Thank you for your help.

[The video flickers off. Hope's responses will be brief and limited, as he is quite busy trying to keep everyone alive.]

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.

thechoiceisyours

Hey, so, quick PSA or whatever.

[This post is really more out of necessity than anything else, and he's a little distracted while making it.]

Since I had the coffee cart with the rest of us at the library while the whole competition thing was going on, it still exists. But considering some dick blew up the bar, obviously we can't set it back up there like usual.

[He doesn't sound mad, but definitely not impressed with whoever had the grand bar plan.]

So, until further notice, coffee'll be at Delight's temple.

[Might as well do something to give her a bit of a boost, especially since the cart is only because of her in the first place.]

survivethis

[Video broadcast begins with Jill mad as hell! She's had enough and she's not gonna take it anymore!]

That's it! I've had enough of the gods playing with us. We're not toys for them to wind us up and watch us go once a month for their amusement.

And I know I'm not the only one pissed off about all this.

Maybe the gods are too cowardly to do nothing else but show their faces on the network, so let's take it to their doorsteps.

( The second person in this broadcast is unfamiliar but to the few who've run into her for her first few days here. Really, Dylan hasn't got the experiences or history to talk about the gods in the same way, but they did drag her away from something important to… serve as food? What the hell?

But, more importantly, this friendship bracelet? Has her determined to win whatever the heck sort of contest this is. Which is why she's with Jill, outside one of the temples and stood next to a bunch of supplies - toilet paper, random scavenged foods, paint, rubble - with a bucket of paint in her hand. )

We're taking back our control.

( By splashing paint all over the temple? Kay, Dylan. Okay. )

You better not be too scared to join us.

[ooc: You will find similar supplies at every temple for you to let your rage loose at the gods! Logs can appear here or in the designated log community. When replying to the network post here, you can tag Dylan, or Jill, or both!]

godofrain

Greetings, fellow prisonners.

I'm sorry I have to ask you this, but would any of you have any fabric to spare? Anything that can be ripped into bandages.

Before anyone ask, no I wasn't attacked, neither by the monsters in the tunnels nor any inhabitant of the City. One of my old scars reopened and I'd rather not bleed all over the carpet. It's nothing and should not need medical attention beside keeping it clean, which I'm certainly qualified enough to do on my own.

Anyway, please contact me if you have any to spare. We can work out something as payment, though I'm afraid my options are severely limited.

I wish you a good day.

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!]]

handofsilver

(Oh how he wishes he could simply write this instead of speaking to the populace directly. But his conscience will not allow him to take the easy way out.)

I wish to apologize profusely for my behavior. (He will not name anyone specifically - and further embarrass them - but his dark head is hanging dejectedly.)

For those who desired an Elvish sword, I have made five. You are welcome to come by the Forge to test them for yourself. I am certain you will not damage them.

(Because he made them and his works last.)

survivorsguilt

[It's taken a few days for Ellie to find her way. She has an apartment, but she's not getting comfortable or even really considering it 'hers'. It's temporary. A good hideout until she moves again. She knows where to find food, but she's not going to get lazy. It feels like a good idea to stay in the practice of fending for herself as often as she can.

Figuring out the network and how to do anything with her phone had taken some practice. But now that she's got the basics down, there's something important Ellie needs to ask.]

im looking for joel. hes a big grumpy guy with good aim and a talent for pissing people off. if you see him, tell him ellie is looking for him. joel if you can see this but you cant answer me, im hanging around those weird tall pointy apartments. let me know youre okay.

[It's way easier to say that kind of thing over text, where no one can hear her voice fill with worry. She doesn't really want to consider the possibility that he's not here. That she's alone again.]

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