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Have you ever been in love?

(This is asked late one night and it might seem frivolous with the current concerns hovering over the populace of Hadriel. Yet Sansa believes love is important no matter how long someone lives - or where they are imprisoned. Besides, she had a taste of love recently and it's a frightening - and exhilarating - change of scenery for her.)

Can it last?

am_i_a_monster

[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.]

survivethis

[The video feed flicks on to show the face of an attractive brunette with blue eyes, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She's likely in her early-thirties and has an air of confidence, despite the unusual situation she's now in having just arrived on the islands.]

Hi, everyone. I just woke up here, and I wanted to thank everyone who's tried to make this... really weird situation a little more tolerable for those of us who just came through the door.

My name is Jill Valentine. Back home, I'm a member of an anti-bioweapons task force run by the United Nations.

Strangely enough, I'm told I've been here before. I don't remember that, but something about some of you feels really familiar.

[Her eyes scrunch a bit as if trying to search the recesses of her mind, but she can't remember this place no matter how hard she tries. It's almost like trying to recall a dream.]

So I just wanted to say, if you did know me before, you don't have to tip-toe around that. I'd actually like any and all information you can give me so I can prepare myself for this place. If I've already got friends here... well, I'd count that as a very good thing.

[She ends that with a little smile.]

Thanks.

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.

feelslikeimspilling

[ Will doesn't have a boat, not even one that he could spruce up a little bit. Maybe the people on the Island he's stranded on took them all before he started looking? What he does have, however, is an old boat engine, yes that's right, a genuine boat engine he's fixed up and into working order. ]

Hows that song go again? I got the cards but not the luck. I got the wheel but not the truck- or eh, well, I got the engine but not the boat in this case.

[ It was what seemed like almost a whole year ago now since Will received the item from home. Miriam Day was the one who found it and returned it back to him, Will had been tinkering with it since then, managed to fix it up pretty nicely. Now hopefully he could put it to some good use. ]

I er, I need a boat. I'm on the West most Island, where the Colosseum and Hope and Fear's temples are. I cant find all of my animals over here and believe they might have gotten themselves scattered during the shift...

[ So far, Will had only managed to round up about half of the 14 Fenic Fox he'd rescued prior to the City relocating. Needless to say, it was stressing him out. ]

I can help fit this engine to the boat, make it go faster. In exchange for a little boat trip across all four Islands, that is. I'm not bothered about it after that, you can keep the engine.

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]

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?

feelslikeimspilling

[ Will's been missing for a little while now. Hard times hit and just being able to pretend he could cope was no longer an option. After considerable thought and a short conversation with Confusion, Will decided drastic action was needed.

His memory has been tampered with, Will can no longer recall anything that happened to him after Hope resurrected him... Save from a few blurred memories of being fed his own heart by Hannibal, which was nice...

So there he was, standing in the middle of the street, blood splattered across his face, a knife in his hand and a confused look in his eyes. Sure, it looked bad and considering his history it could have been catastrophic, even Will didn't seem to know what he was doing. ]

This place doesn't seem real but I don't feel like I'm dreaming anymore... I don't know what's going on.

[ Looking up at the twin suns in the sky, their rays reflecting against his dirty glasses. He was more confused now than he had ever been. ]

People are missing- -dead... Are we not underground? I remember robots and fighting.

[ He starts to shake, nerves and shock kicking in. Slipping his glasses from his face and covering his eyes. That's right, he'd went through with this drastic change just before the Null attacked, memories were mixing, it was hard to focus.]

I can't find Winston or my foxes... I can't...

firstreturned

What a nice welcome after such a long time away. You creatures never disappoint with how angry you get.

[Rage is back, back again. Go ahead, tell a friend. She's giving a nonchalant smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes -- it's hard to be pleased about being well fed when you've just spent six months scouting in enemy territory.

In fact, her face goes to neutral as she picks up again.]

First things first: We don't know for certain how the Null were able to find us, but we did discover at least part of the problem: there's a mole in the cave.

[Her voice goes cold when she makes the statement, and it pretty much stays that way for the rest of this post. Also, no, she wasn't trying to make a pun or a clever reference to the city being underground.]

This is the only way for the Null to consistently be able to chase us through space. [And not just because Fear sucks.] Hope and Sorrow's investigation should turn up more information about that. Would that you'd all voted for me, but like my brethren, I'll defer to your decision.

Second, it would seem your strangely shaped bodies have inspired our pursuers. We found them experimenting with bipedal robotic bodies that move the way you do. By the way, that doesn't exactly help anyone's case here. Clearly, they're finding you useful to a large extent.

[She's suspicious as hell, in effect.]

Finally, the Null's objectives have changed. They've constructed prisons capable of containing us no matter the form we take, and not only that, but they'll be able to use us to power their operations. I know some of you will see this as justice, but before you jump to such a predictable conclusion, consider this: our interference aside, the power my siblings and I gain from you is used to keep you alive and comfortable. We're able to coexist. What the Null want is our absolute confinement for their selfish purposes. Think for a moment about what that means. You all seem to like Delight. How would you feel if someone locked her up in a small space to do whatever they want with her?

[She's angrier now, more emotion in her voice and face. The silence after that question is short, but it's long enough for her anger to cool again.]

The mission was too dangerous for us to obtain more information than that. Given we're actively being betrayed by someone here, I wasn't inclined to share any of this with you, but I suppose it isn't fair to leave all of you in the dark because of one person or small alliance's actions.

[She leaned much more heavily towards not wanting to tell the residents, but Delight would tell them, and Rage is the last person who wants to disappoint Delight at all.]

Consider this a gesture of goodwill.

[With that flat, clipped sentence, she cuts the feed.]

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?

feelslikeimspilling

[ Will hasn't really been around much at all. Finding small comfort in escapism. Fishing was too obvious a choice as was the spot down by the river he'd made for his Fenic fox and Nugs. No, Will had been living low, hiding out in various God's temples and small nooks and crannies not so deep inside the tunnels, practicing how to most efficiently take out some of the monsters with or without a weapon.

His voice is raspy like he hasn't spoken a word in weeks... which is partly true. ]

My mind has been a busy mess of blur and motion. Thoughts buzzing past like worker bees, endlessly in their endeavor... Nauseating- I er, I know a lot of turbulent occurrences have swooped down and splattered, most ungracefully so, all over this shithole of a cavern we have no choice but to call home. It's been testing, to say the least...

[ A moment of silence as Will recalled the fires, the mirrors and so on. That wasn't what he wanted to be focusing on right now. A heavy sigh before he continues. ]

... Such has been out of our control, true, but what about the things that aren't? There's no death here, no justice either, no real justice. Sure, we have the illusion our City Guard like to cast over us, that we're safe and looked after. Frankly, since Jill vanished I can't for certain say I'd trust any of them with my life- Ah, but what does life matter here, huh? No death, no crime. Murderers and monsters are our neighbors. Friendly Mr. Rodgers in his bloodstained sweater...

[ He's rambling, emotional and tired. ]

We need justice. We're ruled by our emotions, literally! God's? What God's?' He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings utter darkness into the light.' Isn't that what a God does? No, all this death, killing, darkness has to stop. We need a system of order, a place to hold the dangerous, a means of judging and sentencing them... How many times can we be revived before it's too late?

... Well, I'm gonna be trying to do something about it, even if I have to do it alone.

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?

feelslikeimspilling

[ He'd not meant to hit the video function at first. He was simply fumbling around with his phone, half in a daze, half in a panic.

Spluttering, dropping his phone in his lap, hands shaking as they find their way to touch where the gaping wound to his throat should have been. Upon finding no such wound, and no scar or evidence there had even been a wound at all, Will picked his device back up again, holding it up to look at his own reflection in the screen. Raising his chin and tipping his head aside, searching his reflection. ]

I was... Where am I?

[ He'd never actually been inside of any of the Gods temples, let alone Hope's. So needless to say Will was having some difficulty in recognizing where he was. Flopping back onto the cool floor, his hands covering his face for a moment before he sprawled out. Will turned his head aside and noticed his fishing rod was laying down beside him. He'd had that with him when... When... ]

I ... I died? .... No, no... I was... Killed?

[ Looking into the screen, his eyes dashing and darting from side to side, deep in thoughts that were overflowing too thick and fast for him to contain. His brow furrowed and Will looked unsure as he spoke. ]

Is this a dream? I can't remember... I've lost all recollection of time and days... Am I still dreaming?

prazerbutterfly

It's always the same. Grasping for straws in a heated discussion but the truth of the matter is that is what makes a lot of you undeniably fragile. [It's what draws Tyki to humans. It's a reason why I enjoys their company even if he is out to destroy every last one of them in the end. Despite his violent and belief that a lot of meaningless he still reaches out for small things like friends and family.] Things like this repeat themselves over and over.

It doesn't matter what or who we send out. How kind that 'they' are giving 'us' a choice. Lessen the blame, further the risks, deny the consequences. It's almost human.

But in light of all that I will be borrowing the Colosseum for the next three hours. Remove your curiosity for a short while and don't approach. It disturbs the process and I honestly will not take the blame if accidents happen or the weak of stomach cave in on themselves. Especially you, Yu Kanda.

In fact, the Exorcist has been a hermit within his house for a while now. I was rather surprised to see him at the ball at all. Someone be a dear and go tend to him and keep him busy. He could use a friend. Maybe even a lady friend. Sure, he's a little rough around the edges, a little pushy and hard headed but the lot of you obviously despise gentlemen and common courteous behavior so he should fit right in. No man should confine himself inside of his house for long. [Tyki obviously doesn't care. He was the enemy. This is just his way of picking fun. He's aware of the swordsman's tendencies to see no reason to come out of his house because he found little fun in anything.]

[Action]

[Anyone walking in on such a public place will find over twenty dead corpses of creatures scattered about. He doesn't need interference. There was maybe two people/friends he wouldn't mind there. The rest of Hadriel should simply stay away. He'll even look a little annoyed. He's trying to breed his babies here...]

thirdreturned

Hadriel.

[His address begins in a straightforward tone. The issues of the past few months are behind them, and they've eked out survival for awhile longer. Sorrow isn't optimistic, but he's not inclined to give up, either. He makes plans, he executes them, he lets things fall into place.

Which is the reason for this.]

Now that most of you know the truth, and now that it has been shown that these creatures will truly follow us to the ends of creation, I have decided to send two of us to scout the location we left behind and intercept with the forces of the machines there. Their purpose would be to gather information- how these inorganics continue to find us, how we might be able to thwart their technology in an attempt to escape for good.

Of the eight of us, there are four pairs which work better together than others. Hope has asked me to let you decide who is to go, but I warn you to consider your options carefully. The gods who leave will not have any events until they return, so we'll throw a large one for their departure.

[Sorrow takes a deep breath. Onto the selection.]

Hope and myself could go. This would leave you without replenishing food and water, as well as limited methods of revival... Hope is valuable, and I would do everything in my power to protect him, and I can also ensure that we're not discovered.

Your second option would be Confusion and Tranquility. The two of them are our builders, and without them, the city will not be repaired and their various contributions will not be functional. Confusion would be adept at avoiding capture, though detection is another story.

Thirdly are Fear and Love. Fear... [He sighs.] Fear operates best in the shadows, though he's still weakened- however, if he leaves, it will mean that we'd be left vulnerable if attacked again, as none of the rest of us can move the city. Love themself is... well, perhaps they can be used as a distraction if Fear needs to escape.

[Sorry, Love.]

Finally, you have Delight and Rage. Since Delight is no longer maintaining the bar, your only significant losses with both of them would be the ongoing deals any of you may have with each of them. The two of them are our most accomplished fighters and would be able to wrestle themselves out of an unfavorable situation, given the power they'd take on from their final event.

[So that's that.]

I welcome any questions you may have.

Poll #18323

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Who should go?

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Sorrow and Hope
4 (7.5%)

Confusion and Tranquility
22 (41.5%)

Fear and Love
5 (9.4%)

Rage and Delight
22 (41.5%)

feelslikeimspilling

[ Since the City seemed to be back to normal again or at least it was whole once more, Will had decided to come out of hiding. He'd been held up in his apartment, eating very little and trying not to exert much energy. He'd never really been all that good at fighting, so he left hunting monsters to Hannibal. Now that he had access to the other side of the City, Will had spent the last few days working on a little project of his.

He was down by the lake when the video feed came on. Sleeves rolled up, sweat sticking curls of hair to his forehead and there was a healthy layer of dirt covering him too. A small axe he'd borrowed from the armory, some homemade rope, and stacks of wood he'd already scavenged or cut down. He was making a small hut to use when out fishing originally but had extended the project upon some thought. ]

Almost done... I er, my apartment was becoming a little over populated... What with all of these fellas , Winston, myself and Hannibal all living there so... I mean, I'm not exactly okay with the idea of people adopting them... I'd hate to think some of you tried to eat them after claiming them so... So I've built a little habitat for them. Please, please respect it?

[ Will turns his phone around, letting you see the 14+ Fennic fox and pair of Nugs he'd rescued when the demons arrived. He'd made a very small compound for them, much like a chicken coop and run. A few small huts for them to take shelter in and a small fence to hopefully keep things out. It was right next to his fishing hut too! So he could keep an eye on them of course. ]

I'd say you're all welcome to come and keep them company, they like to play... Er, you're also welcome to use the trapper shack too, but I mean, I'm there most days catching fish anyways so... Yeah.

[ Awkward as ever he cuts the feed. Closing his eyes and sighing. He'd forgotten to ask if anyone wanted to help him build it up a little bigger or to see if he needed permission from the Gods to start with. Oh well~ Never mind, right? ]

canisminor

[Miriam smiles a little for the camera, though she's tired and it doesn't have the same warmth that you might expect. She's hanging out in her new digs, one of the spire rooms. There are pillows everywhere and soft blankets and a large Rottweiler with his head in her lap.]

Uh, hey people. I was here before and then I wasn't, and now I'm here again. Weird, right?

Anyway, I just wanted to let people know that this dude is Barnaby. [She tilts the camera toward Barnaby. He grunts.] And he's my dude. So don't shoot him or you'll be really sorry. He won't be nice if you try anything.

[She smiles again.]

So, any of you with freaky voodoo powers? 'cause I could use some of that right 'bout now.

so_dark_a_road

[ On the seventeenth of March, Curufin collects his harp and flute and picks a nicely reverberating corner of Sorrow's temple. He sets up his phone and then begins to play. If there are other members of Team Sorrow who can make music, they are welcome to join him, and in that case, there will be multiple instruments playing. Imagine any or all of the following: Peter Kater's My Beloved, Georg Deuter's Dämmerschein, or Deuter's Moon-silvered Clouds, except played with harp instead of piano.

What this music means to Curufin is the hour of his life when that life was coming to an end. He got himself and two of his brothers killed while attempting to destroy the Kingdom of Doriath, in order that he might keep a disastrous pledge that should never have been sworn in the first place. And, of course, he slew a lot of innocent people before he and his brothers died. He dimly remembers, as though it were a painful dream, the departure of his spirit on the winter wind, on a day in which there was a blue sky and vast white gray-edged clouds drifting above the forest, first under the sun and then by moonlight. He remembers his sorrow and that of the four brothers he left behind to weep and to bury their family. And he remembers his grief because now there could never be a reconciliation with his estranged son.

Elves have a certain magic -- they describe it as putting their thought into all that they make. This goes for music as well as for material artifacts. Curufin, as well, has a gift for casting a dark spell on others, transmitting a dark dream to them. But the dream he transmits here is dark but not evil, only profoundly sorrowful. It is not a sorrow without hope, however, because he himself is no longer hopeless. His post-death experiences have given him back his heart, and so his vision has a thin gleam of something positive in it.

Any listeners who are susceptible to this kind of performance will feel their own emotions, of course, emerging from their own experiences. It could be memories of loved ones cherished and lost, or other experiences of being grief-stricken. How they react is up to the individuals who hear. They should feel free, if they wish, to let him know how the music affects them. ]

[ OOC: Whoever wants their characters to be directly affected by this magic is free to do so, but of course it is not obligatory. Curufin's not a bad musician even without the magic. Also, OOCly, if your character tags in and allows himself or herself to become sorrowful, I will send Curufin to your post to experience the emotions of your character's team, or it can happen in this log. Fair trade! Everybody benefits. XD ]

feelslikeimspilling

[ After realizing what exactly the letter and that friendship bracelet meant, Will went into a mild panic. What did this mean? Why did Fear chose him?! Was it because of what his double had done? What he was capable of? Or perhaps it was because Will was constantly in fear himself?

Will wasn't a competitive man by nature, he was happy being the last kid picked in sports at school, but something about the prize the Gods were offering, really captured Will's attention. Maybe, just maybe, if his team won and they were granted a wish, Will could ask Fear to bring Abigail in through the door? That was his driving force in all this, the hope that he could see her again?

So, with that in mind, Will paced his bedroom floor, wracking his brain trying to think of a way to scare people. He didn't want to, but he was going to! As his imagination went overdrive, Will remembered the horrible things he'd seen while wandering barefoot and sleepless in the Silent Hill Zone. That place had an ability to bring your own personal monsters out of the fog. Maybe, just maybe he would be able to show people some of the monsters that haunted his mind? They terrified Will so why wouldn't they terrify others?

Grabbing his coat and making sure Winston was locked in the apartment, Will left a note for Hannibal on the coffee table, explaining where he was but not what he was doing. This way, at least someone he trusted to come rescue him would be able to find him should everything fall apart.

As the fog rolled in and the ash began to fall, Will took a deep breath and stepped forwards. It was such a strange feeling, you'd think it would be like walking over a thresh hold so clear and obvious, but it took a little while before he even realized he'd made it into Silent Hill. The air felt thick and Will could already feel the sensation of something watching him.

It was about five minutes into his wandering that the sirens finally began to call. Will swallowed the lump in his throat and turned his phone on, broadcasting to the network. He wanted to scare people, he wanted them to see the horrors he was about to face. Knowing full well how dangerous it would be, he came armed with the pistol Maketh had given him and two bullets he'd managed to scavenge. Taking a deep breath as everything went dark, he waited and there it was finally, emerging from the darkness and fog.

Clawing free, those eyes, those antlers, that ever-hungry body. Will hadn't expected to see it, he'd thought maybe the Stag or Hobb's himself, but this? No, this was more terrifying than he'd planned. ]

tablewithoutpity

Greetings to all Hadriel denizens, and a welcome to those of you who have only recently arrived. My name is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. My colleague Dr. Lee Rosen and I are both psychiatrists, and would like to extend our services to all of you.

Perhaps you have never experienced therapy before. There are many misconceptions when it comes to psychiatry. You may think that only those who are not mentally sound seek therapy. Nothing could be further from the truth. Sometimes the healthiest thing is to seek the assistance of a professional when desiring to understand how both the past and the present are affecting you, and what sorts of behaviors you may alter to ensure for yourself the best future. This is important even in the most mundane of situations, yet ours is far from mundane. The gods play with our emotions. Sometimes we are left to wonder if what we felt was real, or merely an illusion. Either way, the pain is real. And we can help you. Recently the gods allowed us to speak to each other anonymously over the network. The outpouring of raw feeling, of fear and worry and sorrow, was striking. There was some solace in speaking to our fellow citizens. Perhaps even more may be found in utilizing the training and talent of Dr. Rosen and myself.

We would like to hold open office hours at the clinic, if those who run the facility are amenable. In the meantime, you may contact either of us for an appointment. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have.

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