[Aside from having a new--or maybe not new, but different--hat that may have suffered a little bedazzling, Connor looks pretty much the same as last time he spoke on the network. He has something somewhat less abstract to talk about this time, but it's even more serious.]

Although the Clinic is well-suited to the needs of many here, and that's a great accomplishment in this situation, it's unable to provide assistance to a portion of the population that needs non-standard medical treatment.

[Mostly, as far as he knows, that's a problem for individuals who might be mechanically-based, although he isn't ruling out that there might be other types of beings he doesn't know about who also can't be helped with standard medical treatment. So he's being general right now, trying to account for everyone, which also helps in keeping things vague as far as individual people and what they might need.]

Because worlds vary, finding those with the skills they need to help these people might be difficult, but at the very least we can make sure those who can't go to the Clinic have the basic supplies necessary to take care of themselves. But again, because worlds vary, we won't know what all those supplies are unless we compile a list. I know there's an option on these phones to hold private conversations, if anyone may be concerned about giving specifics information about themselves, so supplies on the list can be added mostly anonymously.

[With any luck that means he can add some things to the list himself and no one will know who they're for. He'd like to avoid ending up in a situation in which he bleeds to death from an otherwise treatable injury just because there's no thirium available here.]

Additionally, since necessary items are likely to require making arrangements with the gods, if anyone is willing to help with that please let me know.

boats_n_hoes

[ Floki was furious. Never had he felt so passionately insulted before! It was as if everyone on these stupid Islands had been brainwashed!

He had heard several peoples views on the Gods most just called them that for ease as no one truly believe them to be deities at all, yet here everyone was, joining forces with them like loyal little followers!

No, he had had enough! Something had to be done about it. Unbeknownst to Floki, he himself would end up being a puppet to a false God here too. ]

May all your ships sink! Your sails be struck by Thor's mighty thunder and tore asunder from the pounding storms and howling winds! I dare you to cross Floki! Come, come to me so that I might shower upon you my burning rage! False Gods and false people are one in the same, you're all going to die in your quest of lies and unholy adventure!

[ He spat off to the side. Oh, he was enraged! Never before had he seen so many people willing to engage in blasphemy, it was enough to send him into a fit of rage-fueled murder!

Gods help anyone who crossed him and his homemade boat today, he was in no mood to tolerate anyone's bullshit. Especially if it had to do with the current activities of the City. ]

nowherewolf

[The post starts with an embedded image of a bedazzler sitting on a shelf in one of the Hadriel shops. Innocent enough, right?]

found one of these bad boys this morning
u kno what that means
or u dont but u will

[This is followed by a series of images of items that Tucker has helpfully pre-bedazzled.]

if u want anything that doesnt got my fantastic fuckin art on it
not that i can imagine why ud want that
but yall better hurry to the stores
bc i got sequins and shitty plastic jewels for days
n u cant stop me

vocarrah

Hadriel!

[Ianchus is almost breathless, excitement flushing his face as he speaks rapidly to the camera. His eyes are practically glinting.]

I've had the most wonderful idea. A party--a celebration! Of all of you, of us!

It'll be at the Hot Springs--ah, Lady Rey, would you be so kind as to grant me some barrels of your alcohol? And I'll arrange transportation from any other islands, of course. I would hope that anybody with a boat would be so kind as to share it.

[His words are imploring, and yet somehow give a hint that there's no room for argument.]

Please come! You are all invited! Come, drink, be merry, revel in yourselves, in each other! What better place than our own open-air springs, no?

...Ah, and food, there will be food too. From the orchards, and from our little stores, of course--but bring whatever you wish! Still, I assure you, I will take full responsibility as host to ensure that you've all you need!

So! Please! It will begin...ah, tonight, then, tonight! At the eighteenth hour!

[He pulls back and gives the camera a little bow, still grinning.

He never did mention when it would end.]

dedikated

filtered from Carlisle;

Someone want to tell me how to make a phylactery?

macgyver

THIS PLACE IS THE WORST AND I HATE IT.

THAT ASIDE, I'M LOOKING TO COMPARE NOTES. DOES ANYONE ELSE HERE HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH OTHER DIMENSIONS/REALITIES/ET CETERA SCI-FI BULLSHIT? BESIDES COMING HERE, I MEAN, THAT ONE'S OBVIOUS. I'M SEMI-FAMILIAR WITH THINGS THAT GIVE SPACE AND TIME THE FINGER JUST BY EXISTING, UNFORTUNATELY, ALTHOUGH ACTUALLY GETTING DUMPED IN WHAT I ASSUME IS ANOTHER UNIVERSE IS... NEW.

FINAL NOTE: IF I DON'T FIND SOMETHING TO WORK ON SOON I'M GOING TO LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND. I DO TECH AND YOU CAN PAY ME IN LIQUOR. UNLESS YOU'VE GOT A BARELY-FUNCTIONAL SPACESHIP LYING AROUND, NOTHING YOU CAN THROW AT ME WILL BE AS DIFFICULT AS MY LAST JOB.

[ ooc: ICly all replies will come in obnoxious caps! OOCly they'll come normal because god, no. ]

pocketspa

[The camera opens up on two near identical elves, sitting shoulder to shoulder. If the denizens of Hadriel remember their last address on the network, this one seems rather tame in comparison (possibly because one of them isn’t a skeleton this time), but they’re still grinning wide. Then again, the last one didn’t start with absolute chaos either. The both of them slide their eyes towards each other, and then in tandem flip some bangs from their faces, grinning directly at the screen.]

Helloooo, Hadriel!

[That can’t be the start of anything good.]

You’re on with the twins, and today, we’re here to grace you with our expertise.

So as the most attractive people in the city, we get asked, uh, pretty much all the time to help out with people’s looks.

Most of y’all are basically hopeless, but we’re givers.

And because we’re, uh, basically the most generous people ever, today we’ve got a special event for the masses.

[Their eyes flick to each other once again before they both ring out in a singsong tone,]

SMASH OR PASS!

[Did that shatter someone’s device speakers? Probably.]

Rules are real simple. You comment. We rate. One to ten.

Couldn’t be easier. You clowns are real lucky to have us. You can come get your assigned hotness level and never have to wonder where you stand in the world ever again.

Also, scores are final. Unless you do some real good sucking up.

Ew, Taako. This is a family friendly broadcast. Keep it PG.

Not that kind, jeez. Sounds like you’re the one who’s thinkin’ about it.

Nope, nope, nope. Double yuck. Not even going there. Anyway, like, comment, and subscribe--

-- If you wanna see more primo twins content from the best duo in Hadriel.

[They both throw up peace signs, Taako sticking his tongue out to really cheese it, and the feed cuts.]

[ooc: Taako is blue, Lup is red, both of them are purple! Specify if you want one or the other because the default is both with a three-way thread! Also, please never think it's too late or too full to tag this. Please get in on the bullshit.]

nowherewolf

[In the early morning, Tucker appears on the network. He's holding something that looks like a DVD case.]

Boy, you guys sure had fun while I was gone, huh? [He does not regret leaving you all to your paranoia plague.]

Anyway, not here to make fun, just here to say I got something pretty damn good when all those items showed up. Figured that since you guys've had a rough time, I might share and cheer you up a little bit. So here you go: one movie, fresh off the disc.

[There is a completely innocuous video file attached.]

Enjoy.

[He signs off.

And then somewhere, unseen, laughs his ass off for about five minutes straight.]

[About three hours later, he just posts a picture of a notecard that has some words written on it.]

did u like my movie lmao
real showtime is this wednesday @ 6
1301
b there or b square

[OOC note: a log for this will go up on Wednesday!]

lovernotafighter

[The video began with an armorless Tucker looking vaguely worried; he wasn't exactly the best at hiding what he felt at any given moment, either with or without the helmet. Now? Now was no exception.

He cleared his throat. Sure.]

Hey, so exactly how bad would it be to be put on an Active Threat List? Like on a scale of one-to-ten?

[Nope. Not guilty at all. Nope. He didn't do anything wrong.]

Tooootally asking for a friend. Yep.

[Because he was friends with himself, dammit, so it wasn't untrue.

Crap.]

killthisparty

check check

1 2

statics out

living motors, invasions of privacy
this place is all kinds of jacked
got mousekat back

got my brain on the waves
youre all kinds of colors

who the fuck are you people

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.

...

...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: )

toiletseat_girl

[the video opens on an average-looking teenage girl sitting cross legged on a chair, looking awkward.

very awkward.

very, very, very awkward.

she opens her mouth, then closes it. then opens it again to ask]

So, um. This is gonna sound stupid? Probably because it is. But does anyone have any tips for how to--how to flirt? 'Cause I don't know how. Like, at all.

circumitus

[From the get-go, almost anyone who knows Rey might immediately sense that something's... off, about her. For one thing, she's activated the video feed, which she just about never does. Second, she carries herself oddly than usual these days. More rigid, her jaw tight. Third, there is a stone cold expression that might startle the faintest of hearts if they're so unfortunate to wake up to this face.]

"Greetings."

[When she speaks, it's even more obvious that she isn't right. Rey is not the 'greetings' type, and her tone is different as well. Her r's roll and her voice is lower. Not that she had a high-pitched voice before, it's just -- different. Those from Earth might even be able to recognize it as a distinctive Russian inflection.]

"I skip pretenses and keep this brief: It would seem our successor designated 'just Rey' has tampered with our memory core. Up here." [As 'Rey' says this, she taps the corner of her head as if to emphasize her point.] "Present designation is Operative Safronov. Is not my desire to be here. This area of operation is successor's purview. Not mine. She messed up brain. I fix it. Is what I do.

"Do not seek us. Not now. Have only vague estimate for damage. Safety could be compromised."

[She pauses, then adds:] "Looking for successor designated 'just Rey's contacts." [i.e. friends? What those are.] "Might help. Might not. I make no promise.

"Apologies for those inconvenienced by this asshole."

[On that rather blunt note, 'Rey' -- or, rather, Safronov, reaches for her device and the screen goes black. Now that she's made her point clear, she wants to minimize any chance of people seeing and discovering her current position.]

[ooc: A quick clarification -- Rey has recently jacked into her own brain to try and fudge some memories, and fudged up herself instead. This will not be a permanent thing. More info here.]

ex_break829

Man. Man. You guys are just, ahahah, just a riot. The guy tied to his bed, the guy trapped in his room, that one weird couple having a blow-out — like, hello, you know we can all see that, right? [ he gives a sigh-chuckle. ] Ahh, bandits.

Aaaanyway, just wanted to check in with everyone, say hi, introduce myself. It's Handsome Jack — yes, the Handsome is legally part of my name, yes, you can just call me Jack, though I will also respond to "sir" and occasionally, "daddy". Some of you have already met me: I'd do shout outs but I've mostlyyy, uh, forgotten all your names? Sorry, kids. Thanks for helping me kill those ugly titty monsters. There's always a job for you at Hyperion.

One last thing, promise I'll make it quick. Space travel. If you know shit about building something that can leave atmo, see me after class. If you know anything about what galaxy and sector we're in, raise your hand. If you're riding out in the desert on one'a these divine spirit quests and you think "boy, that old hunk of scrap looks like it could be useful in constructing a rocket!"? Gimme a call. There could be something in it for you.

Okay kids, that's all for now. Remember to check bloodflow to your partner's bound hands every hour so they don't lose 'em. Jack out.

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.

lifetothefullest

[After a month or so of mostly sticking to text and voice, Lance is back to video for another network broadcast. He's still looking a little unwell, but definitely better than in his last post or any time he's spoken with someone in person since then.

He was also fortunate enough to be in his apartment when the dust storm started, so he doesn't have to camp out in some public place or with people he doesn't like. Hurray! And since pretty much everyone is stuck inside somewhere, this actually ends up being a good time to make a network post to address a few things.]

Hello, everyone. For those who just arrived or otherwise haven't met me yet, I'm Dr. Lance Sweets, and I'm a psychologist; if anyone ever needs or wants to speak to someone professionally, whether about being here or otherwise, you're welcome to send a message or call at any time.

[And that usual note out of the way--]

But I also wanted to discuss something somewhat unrelated, which is the subject of creating an organized directory of who has what skills that they're willing to teach, if asked. Many here want to learn new skills or hobbies, whether due to practicality or boredom or otherwise, but it can be difficult to figure out who to ask especially if you're new and may not want to either use the network for a general announcement, or approach someone you may not know individually.

So a list of who is willing to teach what skills, and who is alright with being asked to do so, would be beneficial a lot of people here. I can compile and maintain it as a file that can be shared.

[It's not like he's doing a whole lot at the moment, having pretty much quit working at the Clinic. He seems to briefly consider continuing with another topic but then ends the feed there; the other thing he wanted to discuss probably wouldn't go over as well as the first one, and he'd prefer everyone not get distracted.]

fifthreturned

All right, guys. I guess you probably already know where this is going. I managed to catch Delight before she could get out of here, so now we just have to decide what to do with her. Needless to say, we can't agree, and anyway what she did hurt you guys just as much as it did us.

So this decision is gonna be up to you. Obviously there are some options that aren't available - we're not just gonna let her go free. That would be pretty dumb, right? But a lot of us don't want the more extreme options, either.

We'll tell you how we feel in a reply to this. Think about it yourselves, and vote. You'll have about a week to decide.

Man. This sucks.

Poll #19227 What should we do with Delight?

This poll is closed.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Access List, participants: 66

What should we do with Delight?

Imprison her
37 (56.1%)

Exile her
5 (7.6%)

Kill her
24 (36.4%)

trashmouths

[ Richie's alive and still adjusting to all of this new stuff and still trying desperately to cling onto some normalcy. Which is exactly the reason why he quickly fires off a text after staying out of things for so long:]

it's too hot. i'm going to die unless someone chucks me a chuck

you don't want to be responsible for a little innocent baby boy dying do you? that's what i thought. give me some jokes.

Also if you have ice cream do you wait until it becomes dairy soup or do you eat it right away i'm asking to settle a bet

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.

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.

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