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[much as he really should wait and learn more information generally, Law feels like he has enough to go on to make this...declaration. And question. Mostly question but there's some solid plans up in there too.]

Is there anyone present with the capability of building pressurized underwater vessel technology and passable engines from the parts we have at the lab? If not that, what about breathing apparatus for underwater exploration?

Without a submarine, at the very least we'll need a vessel capable of holding up to lengthy journeys and containing supplies for the trip. Curufin, Floki, it's time we got working.

[those who know him well might note the lack of his casual -ya on those names]

I'm sure our hosts will be on this soon enough, but I'm not waiting for them. I'm also not planning on taking the entire city on a pleasure cruise. When I form a crew it will be of the most capable and functionally useful sailors, fighters, and explorers only. And the position of captain is already taken. [S M U G] As is ship's doctor. I could use a navigator so long as their experience isn't solely a set of stars that don't exist here.

whistlewhilstyouwork

[The phone was just one of the things that got thrown, and when it smashed against the wall and clattered to the floor among the debris of pots and plates and whatever else Whistler could get his hands on, it had somehow gotten itself turned on.

What it records is things flying, splintering, rolling, bouncing, cracking, and somewhere, mostly off-screen aside from a glimpse of an arm or a leg, is Whistler throwing and shoving anything that is within his reach, now and again screaming in an almost animalistic and desperate frustration. Occasionally he stops when he meets a wall, slams his fists against it, before seemingly getting more upset by some unseen crime the wall or the vase he just threw or the chair he angrily pushes over just committed.

That crime being: they did not make sound.

None of them. Not his fist. Not the things he's flung across the room. Not even his own voice though he can feel its claws making his throat hoarse...not even that makes a sound.

Whistler is now not only blind, but deaf. He had woken up and could not be sure that he was awake. There was no sound to tell him so. His ears now as useless as his eyes. Only his hands could reaffirm for him that he was, in fact, awake. Alive. But what he can touch gives him little comfort right now. Instead adding to his frustration that he cannot force a sound from a single thing in this muted, sightless existence he now finds himself in.

Perhaps you recognize his apartment if you are one of the few who knows him. Or perhaps you happen to be passing by the spire when something crashes through a top floor window. Or maybe you are in the hallway and can hear him screaming from the floors above.

Whatever the case, he's not about to stop until he's worn himself out entirely.

Eventually the phone gets struck by another object landing on top of it and it cuts the feed.]

whistlewhilstyouwork

Hey, there. Any of you doctors here know stuff about eyes?

Sort of don't know if I need to...well...see someone or not

[That time the pun was actually not intended]

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?

whistlewhilstyouwork

Alright, fellow Caveians. I've got three questions that are in order of decreasing relevance to our current situation as cave-prisoners. In fact the last one isn't relevant at all, just sort of a distraction from the fact that some people still seem a bit sore about losing during that last event.

Hey, nothing wrong with a bear or flowers.

[Whistler managed to get chocolates so he's not complaining]

Anyway - First Question:

How many of you, prior to arriving in this Cave, had a profession that involved being armed or fighting on a regular basis. Now I know a lot of you can be touchy when anyone asks you well...anything... so the level of specifics you give me doesn't matter too much. Even "yes" or "no" will do. I'll take it as a sign not to ask any follow up questions.

[He may be a bit done with how 'not fun' a lot of you are]

Second Question:

How many of you come from a place that is NOT some variation of Earth?

And my third question:

If you were told you could have any ONE thing you wanted. No questions asked. No tricks. What would you ask for?

mismanagement

[A familiar sight greets anyone who has been in Hadriel long enough: Henry and Maketh stood together, serious and focused. Henry, as usual, wears his full plate armour and mail, and stands as one would expect of a knight ready for battle. Maketh is dressed in her regular uniform, a sword at her side and rifle stapped to her back.

Henry's sharp, unyielding voice demands attention; his whole demeanour is resolute as he speaks.]

Guardsmen! We are assisting the Fire Brigade as of now. Those who are able to directly fight the blaze must speak to Curufin anon, and bolster their force. Those who cannot without great risk to themselves are charged with evacuation and holding a perimeter. Report in!

[Maketh nods firmly.]

We ask that those with medical training report to the Clinic to assist with any injuries, and that the rest of you exercise caution. Be calm, be thoughtful, and we will endure this.

[After Maketh has spoken, Henry then addresses the wider public.]

If you are trapped or suspect someone else is, let us know without delay. What is the Clinic doing?

[His final words are a request for sense, firmly stressed.]

By working together, we may field the most efficient response we can. I urge those who do not number amongst us yet intend to fight this blaze to act with us, rather than alone, and those without the skill or training to remain safe to stay back and help in other ways. Be not foolish.

whistlewhilstyouwork

Fun fact: The last sound I heard before arriving in this place was the sound of myself plowing a van into a building. Well, actually I'm not sure I'll ever know if it was a building or something else unless I manage to get outta here. For all I know it coulda been another van.

But that's not important. Point is it was an awful sound. Sort of what I'd guess going through a blender would sound like. Crunching metal, screeching wheels. The whole lot.

[If you don't know Whistler, he likely sounds laid-back, calm. If you did know him, you would be able to tell his voice is tight. He's agitated. And the normal raspiness of his voice is exacerbated by the croaky-ness caused by little sleep]

I'd have thought it would rank up there with one of the worst sounds I'll ever get to hear in my lifetime but these mirror things-- the ones that are causing everyone so much trouble-- have beaten that shit by miles. Left it in the dust. You might think I'd get to sit this one out, given the whole 'can't see' thing, but apparently not. Sounds are my images and so it'd appear that the gods got creative. Right now nothing, not my table, my mirrors, even the damn pots and pans...none of them will shut up.

[And he doesn't want to go in to what he's hearing]

So. For a distraction, let me ask you all question: What's the last sound YOU remember hearing before you got your free ticket to Caves-ville?

whip_poor_will

Hey.

[That's it. That's the post. No tl;dr info-dump, no questionnaire, no nothing.

[Is she doing this social media thing right?]

armcollector

[Magnus starts the video with a friendly wave, grin wide, in the living room of his shared Spire Four apartment. He's apparently in a very good mood.]

Hey! Magnus here. If you haven't met me yet, what's up? You're in for a treat. I'm a delight. Anyway, I've got someone way better than me to introduce to you all! She's kind of shy, but she's a very good girl.

[He turns away from the screen to call whoever she is over.]

Peanut! Hey, Peanut!

[He waits for a couple seconds, then turns back sheepishly.]

She's still learning her name. Hang on. Peanut!

[Suddenly what looks like a black and grey dog covered in way more scales than fur and incredibly large red eyes jumps Magnus and he yelps and laughs, cut off when "Peanut" grabs the phone in her mouth and somehow turns it off.

After a short cut to black, Magnus reappears again, covered in awful scratches. He doesn't seem to mind, though.]

Hey, I got her to calm down! She's super playful. Don't worry, I got her under control now. Look!

[He turns to point the camera at the varren, who is now sitting on the couch looking much calmer than before. The couch, though, happens to have a slash through one of its cushions, and Peanut happens to only be calm because she is currently in the process of chewing through a half-eaten throw pillow.]

Her name's Peanut and she's kind of a handful, but I think it's just 'cause she's young. She's super sweet, though. Man, my roommates are going to love her! Say hi, Peanut!

[Peanut doesn't say hi. Magnus reenters the frame then to take one of her paws and wave it at the camera. She snaps at him and bites his wrist painfully, and he yelps and kicks the phone trying to pull away. Everyone is treated to a final view of the ceiling, the backdrop a series of snarls and shrieks that descend into laughter.]

whistlewhilstyouwork

I am in need of a part-time assistant. Only requirement is you must be able to see.

At least some experience with tech is preferable

whistlewhilstyouwork

Just out of curiosity--

[Whistler's voice is just barely louder than a whisper as per usual]

--who else here didn't exactly roll off the assembly line with all their pieces in perfect working order?

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