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2023-02-01T21:16:16Z

Posted by: imaglyphwitch

[OOC: This should have been out a long time ago, a few weeks back, but I've been distracted and tired and just sort of floundered. I'm trying to make up this as much as I can]!

Hey. All of you. I think I've found something that can help with this whole craziness with the Pthumerians and the sickness, and it looks like it involves a ritual that will actually happen for the next few months.

It involves blood (because of COURSE it does) and I've got almost all the blood, except one type. Warm Blood.

Anyone interested in helping us out with that, and the aforementioned ritual?

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video; un: wulala

2022-02-02T17:25:59Z

Posted by: royalfling

OOC: Oops, posted to the wrong community, tag this one instead

Hello, hello Trench! If you don't know me, I'm Wu, and I run the Raccoon Room, Trench's exclusive Sleeper performance venue.

[ Wu grins at the camera, talking a bit fast, clearly excited about something. The excitement palpable even through the Omni with his paleblood power projecting his emotions. Fritter the raccoon is perched on his shoulder, holding on to some of his hair as he talks ]

I come to you today with an announcement. A very important announcement! I know a lot of us have baggage we're carrying around from back home, and after a while, you might be like, hey, this isn't super important anymore! And then something happens, and it's suddenly really, really important again.

[ Wu puffs himself up a bit, sitting up straighter, putting his free hand solemnly to his chest. Fritter mimics him, doing the same action with her little paw to her heart ]

So, today, on this, February second, of the Egg Moon in Trench, Deer Country, I, Wu, King of the Earth Kingdom back on my world that doesn't have it's own specific name, I hereby formally abdicate my claim to the Earth Kingdom throne and title.

[ As soon as he's done, the formality breaks and he lets out a bright laugh. Fritter chitters excitedly, crawling up into Wu's hair. ]

Whew! That felt good, really good. [ But then his eyes go wide and he adds, conspiratorially: ] Oh, but if you're from home and you somehow go back home and there's another Wu there, he didn't do that, not yet at least! He still has some work to do.

[ We're back to casualness, and a bright, wide grin. ]

I'm glad that's done with. Oh, boy. You know, that super important thing? Mako and I are getting married! And he doesn't want any pesky titles following him around like mine was. So, we're just going to be two regular guys. Just two guys, getting married. [ He sighs happily, clearly deeply, disgustingly in love. Fritter rolls out of his hair and he casually catches her in his arms.

Then he gasps again, sitting up: ] Oh, and you're all invited! February 20th, at the Raccoon Room. I'll see you there!

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[Accidental Transmission - Video][UN: A_Wesker] [Back-dated to June]

2021-07-12T04:47:24Z

Posted by: subject_013

[The Fluid appears to be set on a table close to the genetic analyzer in F.E.A.R. HQ, and Wesker's clearly using it as a music player, as something by Philip Glass can be heard. He's currently slotting a sample tray into the analyzer, closing it's hood and pressing a few buttons on the machine before stepping to a nearby console on a standing desk, his back to the device as the analyzer hums, softly at first, the pitch rising gradually.]

Commencing genetic analysis. Date: June 13th, 20-whichever. Time: thirteen hundred thirteen hours. Hair sample number seven: The Doctor. Possible classification: Dominus tempus.

[The analyzer hums, all systems normal by all accounts. He taps at the console from time to time. No sign of alarm, or at least, nothing he can't handle with a few adjustments. The music, with its coruscating strings and organ tones and pulsing choral sequence seems the perfect soundtrack, an aural depiction of the patterns and ticking numbers visible on the monitor, glimpsed over his shoulder.]

Well. That's odd. [And from the tone of his voice, this may not be a good thing, or it could be something out of his range. He taps a few keys. The hum of the analyzer, just heard over the music has taken a different, darker pitch, as if the machine is struggling to read the sample.]

Doctor... Of what strange stuff are you so fearfully and wonderfully made? [He says this with a quiet awe while still trying to sound flippant. More typing and tapping, faster now, not inhumanly fast, but more rapid than most humans can accomplish. He pauses and the analyzer can be heard, the device fairly wailing. He shifts, standing back on his heels, the patterns flashing on the screen visible, barely readable. He even seems to be stroking his chin thoughtfully.]

[The processor lets out a banshee scream and smoke starts to rise from it. The monitor freezes and a smoke detector adds its screech to the chorus. Wesker jolts out of his near-trance, darting out of sight in a black and white and blond blur before flashing back, now armed with a fire extinguisher, which he aims at the analyzer, dousing it in carbon dioxide mist.]

[The smoke and the fog from the extinguisher clear a bit. He's waving it aside and coughing violently, his broad back to the camera. Gradually, he recovers and slowly turns in the direction of the device, glasses off, head lowered, hair and eyebrows singed, eyes closed but already a reddish orange light shows behind his closed lids. Finally he opens his eyes, his almost literally fiery gaze turning toward the device. He might stiffen slightly, clearly aware that this has been transmitted, and caught between shock and awe at what he's seen, and embarrassment at this moment being caught on camera for the whole town to see.]

What. Was that.

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video; An End, Once And For All

2021-07-04T04:36:40Z

Posted by: shiro2hero

How do you even start something like this?

[The video shows the interior of a fairly unused room in the Voltron Household. Allura's room. Shiro, standing at her old dresser, in full Paladin armor, his helmet on the dresser itself. His voice holds that old familiar cadence - one of those speeches he's given so many times before the tides turned in town. But there's a slump to his shoulders this time. A defeat in his posture.]

[The lines on his face etched deeper than the scar over his nose.]

It's ... not the best speech I've ever prepared. So bear with me? Not something you're ever really prepared to make. A goodbye speech.

I've made a lot of promises. To people I've never even spoken to, people from home, people who've been in this since the start. People who care - who I care about. To all of you. I promised you, a long time ago, that we would be okay. That we'd come through the other side of this all right.

[He glances to one side, to where a flower blooms on a bedside table, beside a portrait someone painstakingly painted. To the lost.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe. Bring you somewhere better. I'm sorry I let you down. That's not something I'm going to be able to let go of. I get that, now.

But... Now, I also see that was never a possibility. Not because we didn't try, not because we didn't keep going. But because of things so far beyond our reach... I don't think anyone really understood.

[He takes a deep breath, swings his steady gaze back to the video feed. The ache in his voice rapidly disappearing under the weight of steel and sincerity:]

What we did understand was that we needed each other. We needed to believe in each other. Be there for each other. Right from the start, from the moment we woke up, we knew. And followed through.

Every time this place, this nightmare, threw a challenge, a new horror at us, we fought back. When the Mayor brought down the Dome, people went through the gauntlet as many times as they could, to bring back supplies for the others. When October came, people were giving out as much information as they cold, holding down safe havens.

And every time Mother Superior tried to smash us down, tried to break us, we've stood up and said no.

I don't know what's going to happen. I can't pretend I have any idea what's coming anymore. And that scares me.

What I do know is that I've been stuck here with some of the bravest, strongest people I've ever met. Ever had the privilege of knowing. I will fight for that. Whatever comes, I will fight to hold on to everything I've learned from you, everything I've promised. Every little scrap of hope we've ever built here. I will fight whatever comes just to keep even half the memory of all of you.

Because I'm a better man for knowing who I know. For meeting who I've met. Whatever comes, I can't lose that - I won't. No matter where I wake up tomorrow, no matter where you wake up tomorrow, I want you to know... what you've done here mattered.

The people you met, the work you've done, laughs and bad jokes, every sacrifice you've made... it mattered. For better or worse, we changed this world. That's... that's a hell of a thing to think about.

Whatever the next day brings, whatever happens in the next hour, even - don't forget. We did it together.

I'm so proud of you. All of you.

[A deep exhale, his head dropping ever so slightly. As he moves to slide his helmet on. When Shiro looks back up, his eyes are steady, his voice firm, and something small shade of a smile at the corner of his mouth.]

Go on. Be great.

[/End Feed.]

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video | un: sharpshooter (a.k.a. Tramp Stamp: The Sequel)

2021-06-13T22:45:19Z

Posted by: azurestar

[The video opens on Lance who is looking very intense as he tries to master using the fluid without being able to... see it. His eyes are clearly unfocused and a milky faded color.] Did that do it?

[A pause as he seems to wait for a reply, then his finger taps the camera twice, and then lower down and the video flips. The view is now of the kitchen in the Voltron house.] How about now? ...Dammit, what's it gonna take just to call a bro for some help picking out the right pants and moisturizer??

[It sure is the kitchen. Where, you know, things like coffee are located. And even in these trying times, such a resource is extremely valuable. Especially when you're someone who runs on absolutely no sleep on the best of days. Which, these days are not.]

[While poor Lance is understandably preoccupied with his Fluid, someone else enters the scene - probably familiar to most residents. It's Shiro. Hair sort of a mess, expression somewhere between half asleep and focused - making a beeline for the coffee maker.]

Hey Lance.

[Oh and he's in nothing but booty shorts. Specifically these booty shorts.]

[The camera shifts and shakes for a second as Lance reacts to Shiro's voice. Distractedly, he replies as he returns to trying to figure out how to call the right person to help him.] Oh, hey Shiro... [then to himself:] let's tryyyyy this.

[He definitely hit something on the screen, but it's not what he hopes it is. It is the zoom feature, and the camera does a snap zoom onto Shiro's back as he turns it to make his coffee. Lance waits and listens for a reaction from the fluid that he wants.] Ugh! Come on!

[The sound of aggressive tapping on the device is audible as he hits the same spot over and over, and every time, the camera zooms closer and closer until all you can see in the video is Shiro's ass in those shorts and the slowly fading tramp stamp above it.]

All I want is not burn my face off with cursed mouth wash again! [He keeps tapping aggressively, but the zoom has zoomed all it can zoom. Shiro's voice is heard again and his hips shift on screen as he apparently turns slightly to look at Lance:] Do you want some help with that?

NO! You can't even heat up hot pockets right!

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video; un: Albus Dumbledore

2021-06-09T00:09:23Z

Posted by: chambermusicandtenpins

[The video shows Albus Dumbledore smiling at the camera even as he glows, light beaming softly underneath his skin. The effects of staying in the town are starting to show, and flakes of light float off of him and into the air, though he stays solid enough, looking unperturbed when he speaks:]

I know some people are anxious at the changes happening -- about the door, about where we're all headed. A few people are worried about what lies beyond, and I cannot blame them for that.

I wanted to offer aid for anyone who might be concerned or afraid of what's on the other side. My magic has, for the most part, worked for me here for a long while -- there are wards I can place on travellers, magic for protection and safety when crossing into new places. There are others to settle one's nerves, to make one feel calm and steady in times of anxiety.

I do not know if such spells will work wherever we land. ButI doubt it can hurt to have a little luck as you cross the threshold.

[Glancing at his own hand, which has flecks of light actively pouring off of it, he adds:]

I'll be coming along, wherever we're headed. But if anyone wants a little reassurance before we leave, I am more than happy to help.

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text; un impala67

2021-06-08T01:34:22Z

Posted by: venatoris

ok 3 things, guys.

1. you can come back if you go home. an antler will show up and bring you back

2. im looking for a leash for a human. two of them actually

3. i need some antibiotics

thanks

edit; make that 3 leashes

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04. text. un: hardsell

2021-06-06T07:35:49Z

Posted by: oldhound

not going to touch on what everyone's already guessed or is feeling. just going to offer services to anyone who needs it.

can't do too much heavy lifting magically speaking at the moment, but i can manage a bit. so i'm offering homing beacons after a fashion. can probably manage batches up to five people in it. anything more i wouldn't trust so much with how this place likes to play with things.

least that way with whatever happens we can find the people we need to.

also, if anyone doesn't mind helping me get some things out of my old shop it'd make things easier.

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The Final Dawn | OTA Network AND OTA Party Log in Cut

2021-06-01T19:27:26Z

Posted by: clussy

general cws: swearing, partying, alcohol, drugs, fire. Underage shenanigans of all the above. Lil bit of blood.

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕖:
ALL welcome. Do not need to interact with the Network part to engage with the party prompt. But you can respond to network if u waaaant :')

Okay. I guess we're fucking doing this today, huh.

(The video just opens up to Eddie, face full of blood, and he just looks dead inside already. He opens his mouth a few dozen times, probably on the verge of some massive mental breakdown at just getting a blood facial.

But then he actually just cuts the feed abruptly and for once has his private mental breakdown off camera. When he turns the feed back on, his face is completely washed and he's standing in front of...a...burning house? Oh, God, maybe the mental breakdown's not over at all. Eddie looks abnormally calm though.)

Fuck it. I'm done. I'm ready to say goodbye to this place. Don't worry about the house. That's been my house for the past three years and this is my formal goodbye to it. I don't wanna...(See it anymore. I don't want to see all of Chloe's stuff. I don't want to see our life together without her in it. I'm ready to just move on from all the people who have left me...

None of that makes it to the surface, but for a second, Eddie looks absolutely grief-stricken. He shuts his eyes and shakes himself out of it. Come on, Eds.)

I wanted to burn it. There's nothing left here for any of us. And some things we need to let go of so we can keep on going. So. Don't worry - the Goodbye Home is still totally functioning and safe. I'll keep that place running.

(He nods his head back and forth and slowly walks around, showing the rest of the area in front of his house. It...Looks pretty fun, actually!)

I'm throwing a block party. Right now. Everyone's invited. I don't care if you know me, I don't even give a shit if you stop to say hi to me. Just find your way here. The house will be burning for ages, probably. I've got food, music, and a giant fucking bonfire. Bring some stuff of your own to burn.

And let's party. I'm tired of crying.

(The feed cuts. Go find the burning house party.)

( OTA Log Prompt )

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Video: UN - Runeseeker (Final FEAR PSA - OTA)

2021-06-01T12:27:08Z

Posted by: onerthes

[The lights in the Commander's Office of FEAR were low. Presently, Vira-Lorr's face was only lit by a single candle, which smiled and waved at the camera before munching on a small treat. Its blue light shed a slightly eerie glow as Vira-Lorr finished wiping her face off to clean it. The eggs were gone, and with it there was a look of concern in her face. Still, she put the cloth down and began to pack a box, placing a collection of strange objects inside of it. While she did so, she turned towards the camera and spoke.]

So, then. It is done, is it not? [Her voice was tired.] I am Vira-Lorr, acting Commander in Chief of First Encounter Assault Recon, F.E.A.R. Acting chiefs and agents may choose to report in if you wish. However, I already have reports that both the mist and monstrous presence is receding entirely.

Patrols are, at this time, voluntary. Preparations for eventual evac to the door in the sinkhole beneath the hospital will be put into place soon, but as of now the staff should consider itself on its own time unless the situation actively changes.

[Closing the box, she set it to the side, settling back and steepling her fingers. Her eyes were distant, cool. When she spoke again, it was no longer as wary. There was pain there, almost a defeated element to the way that spoke.]

Which brings me to a hard reality. I do not have the authority of my own will to disband F.E.A.R. Though it has not been clear to those outside our organization, admittance is by the magic of Ramona Derwin, and departing is by that same magic. F.E.A.R. will exist always so long as Ramona exists and her power is present here. It can only disband if all of us step down and deface by our own will our name, by our choice move on from her, though the magic will remain behind until the day that this nightmare is no more.

However, F.E.A.R. has served its ultimate purpose, both the deceptive and brutish one Ramona designed it with, and the one we claimed as Sleepers. [her lips thinned] Within our abilities, we have protected those we could. Sleeper. Waste. Each of those I have served under and with, those here now, and those no longer with us, gave their blood sweat and tears in the hopes of finding an answer, seeing this day through and protecting what could be. We haven't succeeded in all ways the way I wished, but we have done what we can. But now, the task is done.

[There was something unclear and undefinable there. It almost looked as if she suspected things, doubted others and was unsure, but she shelved the thoughts visibly, sighed once and continued on, keeping her tone neutral. Professional. The lights flickered again and finally restored about the time the little candle finished its treat.]

It has been an honor to serve alongside all of you. I hope that you have felt honored to serve beside those who have risked all with you. I am announcing that, on the day I open the door to what comes, I will deface my name here and step down from F.E.A.R. I will not be taking the mantle of leadership again on the other side of that door, not this way. I will always be there for all of you and we will see what we make of ourselves. Together. There will be need of protectors there, but while I am still commander, I would say it is time for a new beginning. Whoever takes the helm, I think perhaps I would recommend you offer hope instead of fear.

But for now, the door is opened. Julia is dead. The nightmare will fade into memory with the dawn. The sleepers will awaken, to what I am not sure. Let it be to something different than FEAR. I, for one, have been ruled by it for far too long.

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Text UN: Anonymous

2021-05-30T16:47:43Z

Posted by: onekindsoul

Hey folks, Ru-Random Resident here.

I have a question or a situation here that I need some help with. Not me- But like a friend of mine.

So their kind of sort a, not really but kind of is Grandpa- Let's just call him Doctor Fawzpin to make things easier. So Doctor Fawzpin is in a bit of a rough patch and she wants to help cheer him up. She thinks he's in a weird fight with his other old man friends but like they aren't super close and it's awkward to ask. He's not super upfront when things are bugging him either but he mopes around a bunch so it's pretty obvious.

But I'm getting off track here. Does anyone know what like old people like to do for fun that's like possible to do in a weird crazy collapsing dream like this. I checked out Lake Tomie the other day and couldn't find any ducks to feed and I think it's a little too dangerous to like play chess or checkers out on the main street. I don't think filing taxes is something we can really do in a weird crumbling nightmare realm either.

Does anyone have any tips on how a kind of sorta not granddaughter can connect with her not really a grandpa?

Thanks in advance, you're all the best.

You're Pal.

R.R.

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Video; un: Sam | replies from young account, beforetheverse!

2021-05-27T16:05:29Z

Posted by: endoftheverse

[It's been a mess of things, hasn't it? But with the egg issue and the mist and the general feeling of The End is Nigh, Sam's just trying to cope with everything he's got going on. Suffice to say, he's been hiding away in his room a lot these days, especially when he's learned of — certain things from home. It's hard to not retreat in on himself, and in that way, he's tragically folding back into some of the old bad habits of the adult he used to be. Isolation. Quieted struggling. Feeling like he's the worst person on planet earth. Isn't he, though?

But.

He needs to try. Try to, uh. Make sense of things. Try to get used to the people here, who he had not gotten to meet thanks to this ever-present fog. So he finds a small well of courage, straightens himself up, and picks up this weird... network thing. He loves the technology, of course, so he figures he should toy with it. Learn how it works fully.

He hasn't brought himself to try to find any entries of his older self.

He's scared of the very thought.

So here he is. He's a teen, and a terribly puny one at that; looks more like a pre-teen than anything. He seems a bit bashful, a bit nervous to be speaking, but that just comes with living a life where he's supposed to be invisible. Or try to be, anyway.]

Hello. Uhh... My name's Sam. I think some of us might have been friends before...? I'm sorry, I got younger, and I — um. I lost my memories of when I was older, so I don't remember any of you. But I'd like to re-know you guys, if you want. Since we're all stuck here together. So I figured we could... I don't know. Play a word game? I've played literally every word game or travel game known to man, y'know. Kinda how it works when you're in a car over half your life. Or at least it feels like half your life.

I was thinking... Maybe the word association game?

You say a word, and I'll say the first word that comes to mind, and we'll go back and forth.

...

Yeah, I guess it's kind of boring or whatever, but it's not like a lot of us have much better to do outside of stabbing tentacles that come through our windows and trying to find food.

We've got some, by the way. Food. If anyone's running really low, I'm sure we've got some to spare.

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text; un: dovahkiin

2021-05-26T15:31:00Z

Posted by: fusrodaaaah

How How do I get a gun ?

[That's it that's the post. You can all thank Charlie]

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video: un: c.chandler

2021-05-26T02:04:26Z

Posted by: kindofimmortal

Hello, folks. I know we're all kind of hunkering down in the places that are left around town, and I think that's a fair plan.

I'd go a step further and say to make sure if you need to go anywhere, you move in pairs or groups. Someone in that group should have a weapon of some kind on them, just in case.

Better to be safe than sorry.

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video: un: justbaby

2021-05-25T23:15:27Z

Posted by: huminthedrum

[He's holding his own egg in his hands. Speckled blue, with a yellowish marking that looks like a key on it. Turning it over thoughtfully]

Anyone figured out what they'll do when these things hatch? How they'll deal with whatever comes out?

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video: un: voiceofnightvale

2021-05-25T22:36:17Z

Posted by: wordsarevibrations

It's getting... interesting out there, isn't it? Carlos and and I are hunkered down in our apartment, with all the babies.

Well they aren't babies yet, I suppose. They're still in their eggs. When I was asked if I was going to neglect them -- or to smash them? I held that bag so tightly I did worry some might break.

No, no. How could I? I don't know what they'll grow into, but for now they're innocents. So I've decided to make them as comfortable as possible.

[The camera turns away from Cecil's face to a crib he's put together, with ten eggs inside. On the counter there's a doll's cradle with the two smallest eggs. And two fishbowls, each with a gelatinous egg inside.

The camera moves back to Cecil, who looks... soft. Fond.]

Carlos has numbered them all. Seems silly to name them before they're born, right?

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Video | UN: Korra | On Wastes and Monoliths (CW: Funerals and burial)

2021-05-22T22:21:33Z

Posted by: avatar_state

[She's actually done this thing, called getting some rest. In part because she's fairly certain Charlotte would have actually sat on her if she had still refused. And taking the advice from her friends, she's gathering her strength. For whatever may come, but if her luck is any indication, a cataclysmic final battle seems likely.]

[Her look is serious, as it has been for a long time here, but there's a different tinge to it, this time.]

Look, I...this may strike some people as stupid or something we don't have time for, but...anyway. I've been burying the Wastes. Wherever I can find them. I'll put the location out on the network, because...some of you might want to do the same. There's still some open pits, and shovels to cover them over, you just have to...well, sort of slide the dirt in. I wish I'd had time to do individual graves, but there's grave markers, if you want to record something.

I made a small stone hut, too. It's not much, but there's a door you can brace on the inside with a wooden beam, so it'll be safe, at least, if you want to give them some ceremony. I left some incense, and some matches, I couldn't find anything else for...this sort of thing. I don't know anyone's traditions, I'm sorry.

If you're alone for this, I'll stand witness with you, and help you bury them.

[She sighs, breathing out. Ok, onto other things.]

Besides that, Luz gave me a really good idea - we've got this thing in the Southern Water Tribe, we call it wood ice...you mix sawdust or other wood pulp in with the ice and it makes for a really long-lasting mixture. I think I could make some, like, big markers with them - to make it easier to navigate at night or in the mists or whatever. They'll last weeks, are tough enough they won't get broken easily, and maybe we can hang, like, some of Varian's glow things from it?

I'd need some cover while I make the ice. I can get sawdust and I'm pretty sure I can pull enough moisture out of the air to handle the ice, but definitely will need my back watched during.

If someone knows a good pattern for me to follow, let me know?

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video; un: fern

2021-05-22T17:30:47Z

Posted by: laminae

[The feed flicks on, and there is one very green teenage boy sitting in front of his Fluid. Anyone who bothers looking closely will be able to see that that greenness is because he's made entirely out of grass instead of flesh like a normal person. Even his hair, which is long and a shiny blond and, frankly beautiful, is grass.

He's a little nervous, having always preferred using text to audio or video. But since reality is crumbling and he has some important things to say he figures he might as well give video a try, if only so he can say he did.]

Soooo, I guess a lot of people are realizing the Wastes are just us. Or people we know. That's a bummer.

[Wow, good way to start, dingus. Fern makes an irritated noise and starts fiddling with some of the flowers blooming in his hair and along the side of his face. Those flowers are prominent - really prominent. Little sprigs of night-blooming jasmine and foamflowers are interspersed amongst cherry blossoms, morning glories, and different kinds of soft white roses. He's a veritable garden.]

It's really messed up if you're not used to it, and there's probably a bunch of Sleepers who're still trying to wrap their heads around it. Not every day that you're walking around, living your own life, and then suddenly you're face-to-face with yourself and realizing you're not the hero of your own story, they are, and you're just a stepping stone for them.

I'm not saying that's how they all felt, 'cause they're their own people. That's just... what some of them probably thought. It's really hard, seeing you or your friends and family, but they aren't actually the people you know, going and living their lives without you. There's not really a place for you there, and trying to force yourself back in only messes things up for everyone. [Fern has been gradually growing more stressed out and anxious the more he talks, and little thorns have started rising up in his grass in between his flowers. He isn't even looking at his Fluid anymore.] Bet some of 'em were really angry about it....

[There's a beat as he realizes he's started to fall into some very bad memories. Shaking his head, he snaps out of it.]

Uh, anyways. Point is, being a time variant or an alternate version is really rough. You might just be annoyed you're a dime a dozen, or your whole identity - your existence - might get thrown outta whack. And there's nothing you can do about it, because that's life. It just isn't your life anymore.

[He pauses, then snorts.]

Dang, for all we know you guys might not be the heroes of your own story either, and you just don't know it yet 'cause you haven't met the you that's actually you.

[And then he shuts his Fluid off, sorry for ending that on a note of existential crisis, guys.]

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Video | UN: diarmuid | the last plot-related post from the monk lad

2021-05-21T18:37:14Z

Posted by: thenovice

[Diarmuid looks a bit tired, but not quite as exhausted as so many of you poor souls look. He's been blessed to be uninjured — well, by anyone other than himself. There's a bandage wrapped around one of his hands as he appears on the feed. His hair has been cut a little shorter, curls still present but now revealing a face fully that is — more mature. More defined. Sharper cheekbones and a more pronounced adam's apple, expression determined. When did that happen? Right in front of everyone's noses, one must suppose.]

I know the final choice is coming close. I know that the point is to choose, and so I have looked into my magic bowl to see if I could find those we're voting for or against... I apologize for the wait; the mists have made finding time tricky. But I have it now; I've recorded their responses, so that you may know their words, and not my own. I've a terrible memory sometimes, you know.

[He sends a pre-recorded video. It is of Diarmuid's magical bronze bowl, with water filling it to the near top. His hand appears long enough for him to drip blood from a wound on the back of his hand, one he'd made himself — the offering the bowl always needs. Judging from the assortment of scars around it, he's used the bowl many times in his life here.

For every time he does it, he gets a new response from one of those who represent an egg. He mutters their names, and the water darkens, and then becomes a literal image in the liquid's red-tinged surface. The images are different for each, but all are important:

Dog Keeper: The Dog Keeper seems a bit more lively, somehow. He's packing up things at the Fire Station, swift, careful. He somehow seems less terrified, less weak than he ever has before. "I'll be with you along the way if you let me." He stops packing altogether then, slowing down to kneel beside one of his dogs and starts to pet it. "I want to survive. I've always been a survivor. And I trust you all. I don't want anything from you. You've done enough." He looks up and despite wearing a mask, one can hear the smile in his voice. "Except maybe start to forgive yourselves ahead of time. Nothing can ever be perfect. You won't be alone. If some of you wind up back home, I'll be there for the ones who don't." He stands back up, hands on his hips. "And so will my dogs. It's always the dog that's the last one at the grave, isn't it? I'll be here. If you all want me to be, anyway."

Cynthia: Cynthia can be found at her own grave, sitting with her feet hanging in. Her guitar is somewhere a few feet away from her. Her hands and feet are covered in mud and she looks tired. "I've lived my human life...and you know what? I think my mother was wrong about it. I wish I had grown up back in Pthumeria. I wish I had spent more time being..." She tips her head back and stares up at the moon. It reflects perfectly in her eyes and shadows beyond her begin to gently writhe. She looks at Diarmuid directly then. "I don't hate being a mother. It's just not all I want to be...But if you let me, I'll keep an eye on you all wherever we go next. Just let me...Let me go. I want to make your future better in a way I never could have as a mother. And you will have good futures. Just...Be honest to yourselves. Let yourselves...Be what feels natural to be."

The Mayor: The Mayor is standing at his window, arms folded behind his back, and he refuses to look the way of the mirror. He's staring out at a wall of mist. "The only future I want is the one with my family in it. I have some of ideas how I would do it a second time around if I had the chance. I think..." He trails off and then clears his throat. "It's quite all right if someone's a monster. You have to acknowledge that sort of thing about a person. Many of us are monsters but we're just lucky enough to not look like it." He rolls his shoulders in a shrug, and he almost glances over his shoulder, his head tipping to the side. "What do I care about the future of Sleepers? I highly doubt you care about my future so let's not pretend here. Make what terrible choices you will."

Ramona: Visiting Ramona at this time will bring him to her at the edge of town where she's been trapped for an undetermined amount of years. Her entire face is mostly covered in black tears, and the antlers on her head have her head bowed forward, stooped. She looks exhausted. She doesn't have much to say at all - but mostly because she's so worn thin: "I don't want to cease existing. I don't want to - I won't let her die." It seems to be the only thing she can say anymore, but as per what the Sleepers should do with their next lives, that gets Ramona staring up at Diarmuid, her brows furrowed. "We're Sleepers. We don't get next lives unless creatures like Julia decide we deserve them."

Mother Superior: Mother Superior is, at this time, the most difficult to find. There's nothing but darkness and a long, bawling sob. Is it coming from Mother Superior...? Or perhaps one of her thousands of victims. Then the sobbing abruptly cuts off. Mother Superior appears - but she looks...Strange. Her gasmask keeps contorting, and her gown is flickering. "You have no future, you absolute fool. There is no future for what any of us have done. It is over. Be merciful to yourselves and end it now. All of you always brag so much about your mercy. But what has Mercy ever done for people? It only prolongs suffering. Don't be a dumb boy."

Julia: Diarmuid will see a small girl hovering over the strange mass that can be found in her companion's vision. The girl's so shadowed that one cannot see any of her features, but it's the most human Julia has ever looked. "I don't want to be seen as the monster that ended the world. I never wanted any of this. I just wanted to play with my mom and have friends and-." She hovers a little higher over her body. "I hope the world I leave behind is kinder than the one I left. I hope I'm..." As for the question about their next lives? Julia's quick to float closer, the shadows of her features distorting, something writhing off of her skin like smoky tentacles. "I want you to live it. Embrace it. Not all of us get a second chance. If I can't take it, you need to."

As the video sent ends, Diarmuid speaks up again.]

I cannot and will not tell anyone what their choices must be. It's important to speak together, to inform one another, but... in the end, I think it wise that we all do what we feel is right. Still, it is important to be as informed as we can, isn't it? To make our choices with minds and hearts as full as possible.

... Deerington has become my home; I've nowhere else to return, not anymore. Not after everything here, especially.

So I am... afraid for what comes next, but...

I will face it, as I always have; I will be relieved and honored to not be facing it so alone this time, in this world we'd molded and have been molded by.

[A bit sheepishly, he bows his head a little. Some things never change.]

... Um. Peace be with you. And I thank you, my friends.

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voice | un: beacon

2021-05-20T19:26:25Z

Posted by: clocktowers

[ After a horribly eventful few weeks, Ozpin is alive and himself again. Naturally, he announces this by taking to the network with absolutely no lead-in and an incredibly long-winded parable. ]

As we discuss which eggs to destroy and which to nurture, I am reminded of an old fable. On Remnant, this is among our most ancient stories, and there are few who can still tell it.

[ His voice comes soft and steady, the tone of a storyteller. ]

It is the story of an invincible woman.

( a fable about an unwilling immortal )

We have many stories of a lonely old hermit in the woods, you see, but this is the tale of how she came to be. Life is a blessing, but death can be a mercy.

[ There is a hanging pause here, as though recovering his voice, and then: ] I implore you to destroy the eggs of Cynthia and Julia Sodder, at minimum. We have the power to release them from their bonds. We should not impose life upon those whose stories have come to an end.

[ With that, the feed clicks off. ]

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text: un; abs

2021-05-20T02:31:41Z

Posted by: armd

Hey.

Considering everything is going to shit around here at an increasing rate I think it would be useful if we had a makeshift buddy system. Nobody should be going outside alone, not with monsters all over the goddamn place.

If you need somebody to travel with comment on this

If you can travel with somebody, comment here too. Then you can all talk to each other and work something out

Apparently you can make the text on this thing turn different colors or make it bigger or whatever but I don't know how to do that so hopefully the right people see this

Thanks.

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voice 004; un:lysithea

2021-05-19T21:54:26Z

Posted by: morethanachild

[locked: to very specific people]

( If you are... A: somebody who knows the truth of Lysithea's past and what awaits her in the future or B: somebody who has very strong CR... Nigh on midnight, you receive a mesage on the Fluid. )

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video; un: theycallmehuntress

2021-05-18T22:59:31Z

Posted by: crossbow_killer

I don't really love this whole egg situation.

[Helena sits with her eggs in front of her on the floor, staring at them awkwardly. Off to one side, her own egg sits nestled in a basket. In the background, what remains of Mother Superior's egg is scattered across the ground.]

It reminds me too much of the trials -- being asked to be in charge of whether people live or die, based on what we know about them from this place. I don't like being given that responsibility. I don't think I should be the one making that call.

Which is weird, because back home, I was kiiiiind of a vigilante -- but that felt different, because it was killing people who I'd seen murder people, or stopping crimes in progress. Not this after-the-fact bullshit, not being judge jury and executioner when it's all almost over.

Only one I feel okay about is Mother Superior. Fuck her. She can rot in hell for all I care.

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text; un: Dr. Jezebel Disraeli

2021-05-18T22:52:38Z

Posted by: delilahs_death

I'm going to be blunt: I don't give a single damn about the eggs. I've tossed all of them except my own.

I just hope we're able to bring our pets with us wherever we're headed. I don't want to leave them behind.

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Video: UN - Runeseeker

2021-05-18T18:16:34Z

Posted by: onerthes

[The Video Feed came on a day or two later after the eggs had appeared for some. There were probably still people trying to decide what to do about them. Some knew, some didn't, but that didn't matter in the end. After nearly three damned years, Vira-Lorr had things to get off of her chest.

In front of her was an incubator of sorts. There were five eggs inside of it, being nurtured. Anyone who looked carefully would recognize the eggs of Roderic, Superior, Julia, Cynthia and the Dog Keeper inside. There was no unique egg that would have been Vira-Lorr's, nor was Ramona's present. Though, after as long as she'd been railing in the last three months that probably would surprise nobody at this point.

She was seated in the FEAR offices, and there was a little candle with a guttering blue flame nearby shedding light in the room eerily. It smiled and waved at the camera and she offered it a little something round that it munched on while she spoke. The only other thing obviously different was that Vira-Lorr was dressed in a cheongsam with an open neck, no ribbon on. No signs of scarring were present and her head was whole. Her tone was surprisingly easy-going.]

If any of you need shelter, the FEAR complex is still holding. We're nearing the end of Julia's last nightmares in her life, and ... you shouldn't have to be alone. None of you should ever have to be alone at a time like this. I ... wanted to thank a lot of you, for knowing me. Traveling with me. Fighting beside me. The last several years have been awful, but you have not been why.

But the dream is not over yet, and the new world that the Moss King promises has not come to fruition quite yet. so there are the eggs. [She gestured towards her incubator and looked quietly at the camera.] As others have said. Sacrificing your own will not kill you. It did not kill me. It is simply a choice. A difficult one. Sacrifice of yourself, in the hope that what we leave behind is a better place than we came to it, or awaken our souls in the hopes of finally returning home, to our loved ones, to our work, knowing that neither Nurturing the egg to awaken, nor sacrifice, is any guarantee that we will return home, or that we will remain here. That will never be certain and ... after so long you must know that.

One last moral lesson. [Snort] The Moss King likes them. He likes to test our beliefs. Are we merciful, or vengeful? Are we selfless or selfish? Do we consider the impact of our choices, or do we act out of emotion, spite or pre-conceived notions? He's as bad as Mother Superior sometimes, just less harmful.

So... I want you to know that I will not judge you for your choices. And I don't think any of us should judge too harshly. These are not easy choices. Some have given very good reasons, reminders such as the fact that Julia was dead before any of us ever knew her name, that she never did anything to harm us and this was all a terrible tragedy, that she is a child. Some have mentioned that to sacrifice may not be taking a life, but could be construed as it, that such a thing is not to be taken lightly. If you have decided and acted, as I have decided already and acted?

Know that I at least do not judge you. We each must make our choices, and we will see the consequences in the end. And I will hope... hope to be there to help those of us who are left behind to clean up the pieces. I have promises to keep here, and that wedding I have to attend? It will be there one day for me.

If you have not decided? Choose carefully. I'm willing to share what I know, for what it is worth, but it should be your choice to make. It has always been your choice, and you have always had that power. Believe in yourself, and your decisions.

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