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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.]

puzzlingly

「It's been a while since he's made a video post in which he looks actually serious, he doesn't look sad for a change, just thoughtful.

When he finally speaks he does it uncharacteristically (for him) quietly, even though, firm.」

How do you deal with loss?

When people leave this place or, when you know you will never see someone you care for again?
When they pass away.
Do you try to forget about them... or... 「No, that thought actually hurts.」

What is that helps you to move on?

「If they do at all.

This has been in his mind ever since Maedhros and Celebrimbor were gone, and even way before. He didn't knew them personally, but he could see how much pain their departure had caused — only one person had made him feel that way, but it wasn't Yugi who left, it was him. Atem left them all and he cannot help but wonder, was he the cause of grief among his loved ones, the ones that survived him when he decided to give up his life, and then when he had to move on from the world of the living a second time?

He doesn't wish to think so highly of himself, but it's hard, specially when all his life the world did use to revolve around him. But he worries about those he left behind, they would be fine, wouldn't they? Heh, if only they knew he hasn't moved on at all, that he still talks to his partner in his head all the time... What a little hypocrite.」

「private text: Kaiba Seto」

Mokuba is gone.

「But Atem is sure he already knows. He doesn't expect a reply.」

thechristmasnazi

[ When Isabel appears onscreen she isn’t even paying attention, but rather idly waving her hand side to side in front of her mouth causing her lipstick to change from red to plum to baby pink to coral. She settles on coral and finally looks at her device. ]

Tell me there’s something interesting to do.

[ She sounds practically desperate. Frowning with her lips in a pout, she sighs. ]

I’m going to go crazy.

killthisparty

[CW for alcohol/substance abuse and intense depressive talk.]

iwonder if itd supposed tobe funny
all ths shit
you nkoe? beign stuck here
not being s person no more
but not rly a ghost

they talk to u slike they arent in charge
even if its not their choice
hey talk like they cant be blamerd for it
n some of u actually eat that uyp

they took two fo mine
two of ours. down to half

dont give a fuck if theyre not doing it
i dont casre
i hope the fucking robots wipe them out
every single one of them

have fun on ur lil roadtrip

roseofthetyrells

[the video opens on Margaery sitting neatly in a chair, wearing one of her usual gowns with her sword sitting on her lap. for those with practiced eyes or those who know Margaery well, they will be able to tell that her smile is still strained and not entirely meeting her eyes, but it's still bright and beautiful just the same]

Hello, everyone! I wanted to remind you that the Sewing Shop is open and ready for business here on the North Island. I can make a wide variety of clothing or embellish that which you already have. You have only to ask.

The only price is that you have to obtain a bolt of fabric from Tranquility in exchange. All manners of fabric are welcome as are all colors.

Thank you and I hope to see you soon!

[filtered to the Killjoys cast]

One of your friends, Party Poison, has approached me about making clothing for all of you. He's already paid in advance, so all you need to do is come over so I can take your measurements and talk to you about what you would like to have.

[filtered to Eleven (and Wash)]

I have a few surprises for you. Come over whenever you like and I'll have them ready for you.

queenkiller

[The video clicks on with some fumbles, some readjustment as Hella realizes what she looks like in the playback on the device and just sort of. Stares at her apparent reflection. It's really weird, but she's been laying low and trying to figure out this thing for almost a month now so she thinks she's sort of got it.

She certainly looks out of place, in full dark scalemail armor and with scars on her face and a very serious expression. She doesn't shift from full serious mode when she finally begins to talk, but she sounds more awkward than stern.]

Hey. I'm Hella. I've been quiet, I guess. But I'm new here, relatively speaking.

[She pulls a lock of red hair behind her ears, her bangs the only hair outside of her usual bun today.]

I noticed you all have a monster problem. Apparently it happens once every month? Anyway, we should be coming upon a month of my being here soon, and I'm... willing to offer my services.

[She holds up a sword, the hilt of it embellished with red jewels, the center one being the largest and bleeding into a white diamond-like color in the center. If anyone has any ability to sense dead things or magic, this thing is giving off a severe ghostlike energy.

Because of all the powerful dead people and gods and stars living in it.]

I'm really good at killing things. I also live near the colosseum. I can kill anything that comes through that Door.

[Said with full confidence.]

If you're worried about someone arriving and want to check it out but don't do well in dangerous situations, I'll guard you. For trade, maybe. Or favors.

[If anything, Adaire's taught her the value of owed favors. Though Hella still doesn't have the patience to wait on collecting.]

I'll hear any offers now. Thank you.

[She fumbles with the phone a bit more, and finally shuts it off.]

vocarrah

[There's a lot of shuffling, scuffling, as Ianchus tries to figure out how to do this exactly. Anyone watching would get some close shots of a knitted brow, or some concentrating, half-grins as he adjusts the camera. Okay, the top of his head is clipped here and he's at the rightmost part of the frame, but close enough.]

Hadriel! Is this working? Is everybody alright? I'm Ianchus Cepheos--I may have met some of you already...!

[And suddenly he has to put his hands over his mouth and laugh. He's not one who usually gets flustered, but talking to what seems to be nobody at all is odd for him.]

Ah, sorry, sorry! I'm not used to this at all. But! I wanted to let everybody know that I'm located on the island that holds the orchard and the hot springs. If you're here too, you're welcome to come to my home in the Love housing.

[And his voice grows a little more serious.]

These waters don't look to be the kindest--quite cold--but if anybody would like to learn to swim, I can oblige. I can also offer myself as a fairly competent seaman, though there don't seem to be any ships nor boats around. [He rubs his lower lip in thought.] I have never been involved in shipwrightery, but I can learn quickly. Or improvise.

To reiterate! Please let me know if I can do anything for you, on the island or off!

[Hesitation, and then...]

Oh, and. If anyone know where the Speakeasy went to, please let me know that, as well.

[Ianchus moves to turn off the phone, and...fails miserably. You are treated to his humming and shuffling in the background during his nightly routine until the damn thing runs out of battery.]

toiletseat_girl

[the video opens on George, sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs crossed. she looks curious, but also a little sheepish as what she's about to ask is . . . personal.

no, she's not asking for flirting advice again.

that was one time.

stop looking at her like that.

no, this time what she's asking is even weirder]

So, uh, I was kind of wondering. How many people here died before they came here? And how many are now immortal?

I was just. Wanting to know?

goodluckkobra

been here a little while now. this place is a fuckin trip.

[ Not that he's too mad about it. He's supposed to be dead.]

so what are people doin for fun around here? there a place for secret parties or anyone got some good tunes?

also where's a guy go to get an itch scratched around here? lookin for a good time. ;D

[ And then later there's an edit with an addition: ]

ps i pissed my bed until i was 12 and have winnie the pooh sex dreams xoxo

ex_matricide319

[Kiran's not sure he's making the right decision, sending this message out to everyone... but whatever. If he keeps it vague it should be fine, right?]

I'm going on one of these field trips to the Hope Temples. For the orb stuff, sure. But also, like... there are ruins of old cities out there. We need to check them all out. Not even for Hope, but... like, what if there's stuff to salvage, or things we can learn about the gods and the Null and this place, you know?

I've got food stockpiled up from when that sandstorm came through. I don't technically need one of the bikes to get there and back, so we'll be okay if it breaks down. And, um, we wouldn't have to take any of the clinic's resources with us either, so that's not a concern.

[...that's enough of an explanation, right? yeah.]

You wanna come along, let me know. I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm gonna go shop for some supplies tonight if you wanna come with. [He pauses, and then adds with a hint of hesitation:] ...Or, if you need some extra help when you go yourself, let me know. I can help keep you safe and help make sure you get back.

[It seems he might have more to say, but then the message is over.]

((ooc: Kiran's got an open top-level at the event log here, in case any convos here lead to him teaming up with others!))

mightypen

Okay. So. Maybe this is an obvious question and I missed the memo on it, but...

We have a lot of competent adults around, yeah? Fighters, planners, all that.

Why hasn't there been a plan to go on the offensive against the evil robots?

Having good defenses is important, don't get me wrong. We're doing pretty damn good on that front all things considered.

[There's a sigh.]

Maybe I'm just not used to being the one doing the waiting at camp.

So... second question. How do you guys deal with the waiting?

There isn't exactly a climbing wall with Real Lava Action here to kill time on, let alone SAT's and homework to battle with.

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.

toiletseat_girl

[the video opens on an awkward looking teenage girl, sitting cross-legged on a bed, wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. she's holding a sheathed sword in her lap.

finally, she speaks]

Okay. I'm looking for someone to teach me how to fight. Fist-fighting, martial arts, swordfighting, guns, I don't care. I'm just sick of everyone else fighting my battles for me.

I guess that's about it. Just--lemme know if you can help. Thanks.

whistlewhilstyouwork

I've got an important question for you, Hadriel:
Can a Kangaroo Jump Higher than a House?

[99% of you will not realize that this is Whistler's announcement that he is no longer well...dead. But thats the point, isn't it? The people who need to know will know. The rest of you can enjoy a quality joke.]

[Private to Julie]

How you holding up, Jules?

sonofacesius

Hey guys, I know everything is really intense right now. But if anyone sees Percy Jackson--seventeen, brown hair, green eyes, might turn into a miniature hurricane? If you see him and he's unconscious or injured and can't move, just throw him in the lake.

No, he won't drown. Trust me.

romeoeatsbrains

[ It takes a little fumbling for R to get the phone to cooperate. Numb corpse hands aren't the most deft tools to use but he's making the effort. For a moment he accidentally turns on the video giving a few seconds of deathly pale skin and unnaturally grey eyes before he turns it off as fast as he can with clumsy hands. That little accident taken care of he focuses on the whole reason he went through with this. ]

What makes you feel... alive?

[ Words are still a struggle to get out in coherent sentences, he's still counting syllables to see when he might break the barrier between his mouth and his brain and get out a whole sentence without stumbling. ]

Just curious... what people think.

avvakir

This has got to be some fucked up purgatory, right? [ He rolls his eyes before anyone can show him the guide. He's read it. Thoroughly. And it all sounds like a round of bullshit. But who can call bullshit when you've got a death god on your side, right? Not that Ryuk is here. He clutches a dark, worn notebook to his chest, only the back visible. ]

I mean, I've seen some really fucked up shit, all right? The kind that won't go away or disappear when it's all over. [ He's speaking a little faster now, nervous. ]

Fuck.

I'm in an underground cave that pulls chaotic creatures in through some fucked up Door. [ He shakes his as he laughs in disbelief. ] It's gotta be the fucking morphine.

Also, were those fucking velociraptors? I have to be fucking dead.

musicandmovement

[Ty has a scowl on his face when he makes this video, rocking back and forth again in that self-soothing manner as he pointedly does not look at the screen. He's hugging his arm to his chest tightly, knuckles white, and his free hand is held uselessly in the air, at least a dozen small bleeding cuts all over it as he makes squeezing motions with his fingers. He cringes as he does it, looking tense and distressed, but he doesn't stop the movement.]

The library here is pointless. You can't read any of the books. I wanted to find the Sherlock Holmes stories, but it doesn't have them. It doesn't even have a cookbook. I need a cookbook. I don't know how to cook, and I don't want to eat toast anymore, and the stove didn't make the macaroni right. The microwave only makes things explode.

I went looking for animals, and there aren't any I can find in the city. All the animals in the tunnels are big and mean. There aren't any nice animals. All the tunnels lead you right back here. Whoever made the tunnels like that, it isn't funny or nice.

[Ty takes in a deep, trembling breath and lets it out once he's gotten that little tirade over with, then goes back to why he's making this video in the first place.] I need a cookbook. And instructions for the stove.

demonsional

[Hayden's never posted to the Network all on his own before, so it's a little nerve-wracking. In fact, he's kind of shaking a little as he sits himself in front of his video feed, tittering and mumbling to himself before he actually seems to remember he's recording and maybe he should say something. So then he says a lot, all at once, really loudly.]

Hello I'm Hayden and I don't think anybody should think about bad stuff like murder anymore! Perhaps maybe consider...that people are nice and would not like it! I have met a lot of nice people! Tell me who your favorite people are, please! Let's all talk about our favorites! My favorites are Mister Harlan and Miss Temperance and Lord Mister Sir Hope! Also, also, a lot of others I think!

[Hayden takes a breath.]

Thank you goodbye!

[He reaches for his phone and fumbles with it, but then it's off.]

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