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[the video opens to display the... somewhat incriminating desk of one rin tohsaka. are those vials and knives? yes, those are vials and knives. a few of the vials contain weird-colored liquids but don’t think about it too much.

apparently this is no reason for a tiny cygnet not to be hopping all over everywhere, chirping happily and nibbling away at a slice of apple rin holds between chopsticks. the gray downy baby swan wears a black collar inlaid with beautiful amethysts and diamonds. lazily leaning her cheek onto her hand, she speaks.]

I’ve developed a means of repelling that godawful holiday plant and withering any sprigs of mistletoe in your immediate vicinity. Simply state clearly,

"Verkümmern, Mistel."

And they’ll die. The catalyst for the enchantment has been sprinkled all across Chantes, so the spell should work wherever you are. Just don’t say the words wrong; I can’t be held responsible for what might happen, in that case.

[r.i.p. thirst. anyway, rin reveals a strange object that those more modern-familiar in alastair will recognize as a bedazzler gun.]

Now, then.

[rin sets down the apple (much to baby swan's dismay!) and calls to the servant carrying a tea tray behind her.]

Archer.

[a tall man in black armor and a pink apron glances over his shoulder. only his back is visible.

she spins her finger, gesturing for him to turn around. he does so with a rather impressive line face. there's a sword bedazzled out of shiny silver rhinestones stuck right to the front of his apron, just at chest level. rin faces the network again.]

Can anyone tell me what this [she lifts up the bedazzler gun and frowns in disgust/confusion.] is? The designs it creates are awfully tacky.

((OOC: The mistletoe-deactivating spell words will actually work, per discussion with the mods! Feel free to do whatever you want with it. Archer may reply to some tags/threads in this post.))

satsujinki

No one really tells you how scary it is to fish in the dark. Everyone else seems used to it, but the thought of falling in is crippling.

I guess it must sound more profound in my head when I'm worrying about dying alone near a dock, doing something new. Sorry.

[The little worries that pop into your head when you stare into an abyss.]

I guess tea would be able to improve the state of things just a little.

babbylon

[The feed opens to Gilgamesh lounging on a couch, wine in hand, smirking faintly at nothing in particular. A snowy white lion which some of you may recognize lies curled on the floor, napping away; as for Gilgamesh himself, he's as relaxed as could be. Quite a far cry from his time in imprisonment.

And indeed, when he speaks, he sounds confident as ever—albeit in a lazy sort of way, words flowing like syrup.]

What does "heroism" mean to you?

[An open-ended question he allows to hang, for a moment or so, before continuing on.]

Would you consider what we're doing here to fall along those lines? Or, perhaps... yes, I'm aware some of you are new to this little group activity of ours, regarding the sun. And doubtful that you're all as sincerely invested as ALASTAIR wishes us to be. It does seem a bit trifling.

[Only Gilgamesh could consider the death of light itself to be trifling. He yawns, then rolls over, kicking his feet impatiently like a child awaiting entertainment.]

If they all died, it wouldn't really matter, would it? ALASTAIR would spirit us away to the next grand adventure and the cycle starts anew.

[In his obstinance, Gilgamesh dumps his wine right on the floor. He seems to revel in it, in the mess he's made. In the mess he intends to make.]

So I suppose what I'm asking is [smile blossoming into a grin] do you believe it's possible to save everyone, at the expense of yourself? Is that the proper way of a hero, or just someone naive enough to pursue "goodness"? To those we put atop pedestals, were they ever worth admiring at all?

[His eyes narrow at his jewelry. To call them serpentine would be an understatement.]

To those who believe firmly in the principles of justice—do you earnestly think you were doing the right thing all along? I wonder.

anti_altruisms

"Bring peace to Chantes, and restore the sun."

I've seen and heard a lot of talk over how we're meant to accomplish this task.

To those of you who are new and those who have been here from the start, I'm curious- ideally, how would you like to see such a goal accomplished?

digophelia

[ This time around, Alice doesn't look as awkward addressing the network. Curled up in a dark blue cloak, Alice gives a small, awkward wave. ]

Hello.

[ She wonders what some may think of her now, given how calm she is. Alice usually isn't one for starting up conversations and it shows how she seems to fidget in her seat. ]

We must have new "recruits", I can't say I remember any of you from when I first arrived. I'm not good at introductions, forgive me -- my name is Alice Liddell. But I didn't want to address others to introduce myself.

I imagine that some of you may have had your clothing sullied or tattered from what transpired a few days ago with our little excursion. [ Far too polite, considering some of ALASTAIR's own are far from noble and composed. ]

I do have an offer. If you're mindful of your budget, and... other things, such as keeping from authorities, I would like to offer my services to tend to garments. I'm not the most renowned seamstress, but it is very customary where I come from young girls are taught many things, including sewing. I don't ask for anything in return; I don't want anything. It's the least I can do for some of you, who have been held for two weeks. I'll even clean garments for those of you who haven't gotten the chance in the past few weeks.

[ Alice pauses and adds- ]

And, I must note, despite offering such a generous offer, I will only do so, for a small while, as long as some of us -- or most of us -- are looking to be discreet. Indeed, there are vendors who are willing to provide, though they may be looking at this as means to exploit us for a profit. Alternatively, the goblins maybe one venue if you're looking for new clothes to begin with. At least they seem reasonable when it comes to pricing, I've noticed.

selfimage

[ While the jailbreak ends and everyone goes back to their lives as fugitives, three (four, including another one on another important mission) gods have put it upon themselves to have a kidnapping. There's the familiar face of Michel, placed unceremoniously upright on a stump, a paper bag over his head supporting a cheesy looking inked smiley. Loki, stepping back like she's adjusting a camera, waves a hand toward him in a long, lackadaisical motion. Let no one say that Loki didn't have a flair for dramatics. ]

We've got it in the bag, or so the mortals say. Ah—shall we do introductions?

Everyone! I present the leader of the Order of the Chimera himself, Mister Michel, straight from the slammer. With circumstances as they are, we thought it best that he didn't make a further mess of things. On the more unfortunate side, that makes all of us super double traitors, both to the crown and the Order ... [ jazz hands!!! ] To the least, the history books will name us resourceful ones. ... you know, if they don't erase of us entirely. It has to be something about the job description ...

[ She's not alone, both Thor and Ahad stand behind her, the darkly cloaked Thunderer with his arms folded and Ahad fingering a cigarillo. Loki straightens the lapels of her jacket and gives a long glance back at the two of them. ]

He's been kind of enough to answer a few of our questions, but it's been—ah, less than enlightening.

[ Which is when Thor move forward, arms loosening though his gaze remains hard on Michel. Or at least, his paper bag. ]

He speaks of his gods as if in conference with them. If they find the schism between peoples here unnatural then have them present a solution that is not blotting out the sun and throwing the realm under their care into chaos. [ A growl rumbles in the back of his throat as he paces to one side. ] He could not send a message, as he said, unless he were first a messenger. I would meet with these gods, if they live elsewhere than his excuses.

[ And likely demand they guide their people if things are so dire. Or introduce their faces to Mjolnir, at this rate, instead of letting one of a pair of brothers lapse into magic-fueled madness … not that Thor is personally touched by any of this, no. ]

[ Meanwhile, Ahad simply sighs, remaining in his position in the background. There's one further practical consideration, which he means to address. ]

If there are any useful questions from the rest of you, we can attempt to pose them.

NOTE | There's Thor, Ahad and Loki. If you want one specifically, please let us know. Also, feel free to have seen them at the jailbreak! They got in > got Michel > teleported out, but the three of them were there briefly. If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me!! xoxox!

futurologists

[The username suggests it should be Riza's face appearing in front of you, but it isn't. It's Arthur's — you may have spoken to him, if you attended the Order meeting, but if you haven't, he still looks very familiar. He's been at the scene of nearly every shocking event, decidedly un-shocked. There's a reason for that.]

Hello. My name is Arthur, and I speak to you today representing the Order of the Chimera. I've tracked down one of your own who has graciously allowed me to contact you all.

You're likely aware that some of your people are being detained by the guard on charges of treason. This is due in no small part to the Order meeting they were present at. My people have been taken, too. I understand you may oppose the Order, but in this instance, I believe it would benefit us all to work together to free them.

[He pauses for a moment.]

If freeing your companions isn't motivation enough, my brother is in custody as well. Although I hear the guard has invented a barrier to absorb magic, I have no doubts he will eventually escape. However, the longer he is kept, the greater his retribution will become. [Gravely:] If you value the safety of the people of Chantes, or even your own, I suggest you join the cause.

There is little time. We infiltrate the prison tomorrow, regardless of the risks. I assure you the damage will be much greater should Michel grow even angrier.

[OOC NOTES: Feel free to comment around, threadjack, etc. This is meant for characters to be able to plan! Thank you,

strictdiscipline, for helping us!]

wright_idea

[This is dumb. Nobody's going to buy this. But I guess I can at least propose it and see if anybody comes up with anything better.]

Hey, uh. So I heard about the whole prison thing. And I know we're probably not the most popular people in town at this point thanks to some of the stunts we've pulled lately. So... look, the thing is, we need to get the truth out there. As long as people are just hating each other and think we're a bunch of lunatics, we're not going to get them to the table, so to speak. And the King's definitely not going to help us, and ALASTAIR isn't either. So, well...

Okay, just hear me out a bit. So I've been thinking about some of what people have talked about on the network, about music and stuff. And, well, I think I have an idea of what might at least give everybody SOME sort of common ground to push through the walls:

We need a song.

Okay, yeah, I know, it sounds cheesy. But I don't mean something that can immediately change hearts and minds by listening to it once like you see on television -- er, for people who don't have that, it's a box that plays pictures and stuff we have back home. It's complicated. But I think we may be able to utilize a song to good effect.

What I'm proposing for our musical folks is that they write an earworm.

[Okay, probably should explain that one too, huh...]

Er, how to explain... It's not really a worm. More like... well, have you ever had those moments where you get a song stuck in your head, and you're either really digging it, or it's driving you nuts? And either way, you talk about it, and someone else has the exact same experience, and so on? It's a huge far shot, since I don't know if there's a common taste in music, but I think we should make a song and start sort of spreading it subtly. A few hummed bars here, a bard on a corner there. I'm sure a lot of people really want something to take their minds off things, so a really catchy song might help. Then other people will start humming it, or singing it, and then maybe if each side starts to hum it, and have similar feelings towards it...

I don't know. It probably sounds stupid. But it's all I've got right now.

[Although...]

Actually, while I'm at it... there's got to be other things we can start to spread as well. Stuff to start shaking peoples' certainty about each side. Rumors. I'm pretty sure I know at least ONE guy who's good at that.

...A-anyway! Thanks for your time. I, uh... eh heh.

[He looks really embarrassed.]

becauses

[ This particular video shows Glee sitting in the mostly-empty common room of the Krozm Boarding House, brows knit and a small frown on her face. ]

A significant portion of our group has fallen out of communication. If you know anything about why, this is the time and place to share.

[ Please free to use this as a general network post for people who aren't in jail trying to figure out what happened! Also, Glee is at the Krozm if anyone is already there or would just prefer to discuss things in person. ]

keystaff

[It hurts. Too much to try use the video option. Or even audio. But. Well, she figures others should know. In case they might have been wondering, where Fai and Kurogane were. There is also the matter of housing now, whether she can still afford these rooms herself with what she has been given from ALASTAIR.]

I just thought everyone should know, in case they weren't aware already but. Fai-san and Kurogane-san have been sent on a different mission. I'm sorry if they had any plans with anyone. If they did, I could try help instead?

I should probably check and see how much this place is or if I need to find somewhere else to stay. I was just helping with the dishes, some cooking and cleaning for Fai-san and Kurogane-san in exchange before and they didn't mind. But I'm sure it'll be okay!

[She really didn't do this for pity. More so everyone could be aware their number is lower. She's not used to asking for help, but she will if she has to. Knows she needs to sometimes. And this is more advice as well, really. She's never had to consider accommodation herself after all. Sorting that out on her own.]

inroad

Yo~. Since we're expected to hand over reports to be graded by the end of the week and not be arrested, Tachibana and I are leaving town to take a field trip and look around.

Figured I'd say something in case someone's looking for us [ stranger things have happened ] or if we don't come back. If the latter happens don't bother looking for us because it means we're dead.

[ It's fair to note that while he definitely doesn't sound like he's kidding about the last part (because he isn't) he's also not at all expecting that to be even remotely possible. They're pretty resilient in their ability to survive even the most unfortunate of things. ]

Anyone need or want something from out there? [ like a souvenir from the faerie tribe's local gift shop or something... he doesn't know, okay. do you realize how desperately bored he is to be willing to wander around scouting landscape in the freakin' dark, he's going stir-crazy. ]

Someone kindly keep us informed while we're gone, too? [ he is actually very seriously expecting all the fun stuff to happen while they're out. ]

See you guys in a week, then.

adlantisag

[ Kida's sitting at a table at the back of the Abel inn. The bracelet's 'camera' is looking up at her, dead center, from where it lies on the table. She looks relaxed, but determined. There's definitely noise in the background, people talking, glasses--busy inn noise. She's not hard to hear, thanks to the bracelet's enchantment.

She's wearing her Chantean clothing, and with her pendant hidden beneath her tunic she might almost blend in. She can talk freely here: after all, where better to hide a fish than in a pool full of other fish? ]

My name is Kidagakash. It is a shame we could not meet under better circumstance: four missing and two more dead. We have been in this place for weeks and we are no closer to accomplishing that for which we were sent. I tire of waiting.

[ She shifts forwards on her elbows, and there's a sound like rustling as her sleeves push her papers and charcoal around. They're bare-bones drawings of the castle grounds, as much as she was able to gather from scouting, but she's not showing them off unless prompted. ]

I intend to seek an audience with Odette's king. [ Nothing less. That statement speaks volumes, owing to the fact no one is currently permitted in his Majesty's presence. She is definitely what you think she's saying. Sure smells illegal in here. ] Where better to find power than in a place of power? Records, information, whatever we might use: we need answers that will not materialize unless we act.

[ Emphasis on 'we'. ]

But this I cannot do alone. I need your help. The palace is full of guardsmen who will need to be contained, distracted--not killed. [ You know who you are. ] I will need people for whom walls are no obstacle, with a keen eye and quick step. We have worked divided too long.

We will take a few days to plan, and move under cover of night--disguised, if we can manage it. We must be as one, because we will have no margin for error.

[ She speaks like it's already a done deal--like she genuinely thinks she'll find kindred spirits amongst her fellows. She might be wrong, or right, it doesn't matter. Skepticism will be met with assurance, and criticism with dismissal. She won't twist anyone's arm, it's not in her nature: stand with her or not at all. ]

We have much to discuss. Speak with me.

[ In person, on the network, doesn't matter: you can find her at the Abel if you need her, ruminating over her plans. ]

babbylon

[The feed opens not to a person, but to a thing—to an animal poking its nose about and snuffling. For a lion, it certainly doesn't seem particularly noble. Rather, it just looks lazy as it yawns wide and circles idly. Gilgamesh can be seen glaring in the background once he's caught on, dressed in the spirit of the holiday.]

Shishi! Stop that! I told you to wait a moment for my big debut!

[Shishi does not, in fact, appear interested in this debut. Gilgamesh eventually storms up and shoves the lion aside, waving apologetically at the feed.]

Well, so much for that surprise, I suppose. But indeed, comrades of ALASTAIR! It is I, Gilgamesh, and I come bearing news! The voice of our sponsor, previously thought silent, has spoken and brought gifts! More specifically, this great beast...

[This great beast, who tries to make a chewtoy out of Gilgamesh's wrist on camera. To say he's flustered is an understatement.]

...this great beast, and magic from another world. I was curious if any among you had received such a boon, and what it might be! And also—

[Shishi, apparently not so riveted by this news, proceeds to flop over. On Gilgamesh. This goes about as well as one might expect.]

Shishi, no, get off, GET OFF!

[If only the feed were kind enough to cut. If only. It just keeps rolling and rolling with poor Gilgamesh caught yowling underneath. Much regal, such majesty, wow.]

selfimage

Hello. :-)

Everyone patched up and out of the slammer? Good.

It's been quite a ride, hasn't it? First dragons that were intended to end a world, now political conflicts between parties and the compelling mystery as to WHY??? the whole MISSING SUN thing, and WHO STARTED IT?? thing, etc etc. Oh- and there's also that nagging little question of what's going to happen if we do succeed in the way that we're meant to. (Insert question marks here) But forgot that for now, we can do the whole "share your multiversal anecdotes" later.

[ goblins, humans, goblin-human conflict and everything else in between. there's still fuel on the fire and a conflict and a sun missing. he's wondered if their presence here was enough to sway the tides of fate in ALASTAIR's favor, and that's left him with nothing but a sour taste in his mouth. ]

Alas, here's the thing! Despite the mission, we're still all on our own. :'( But all's not lost! I'm here to offer a little tidbit that I found rifling through some paperwork that someone oh-so-fortunately left out in the open. I just happened to be glancing over. [ "happened to." ]

There have been some very curious disappearances. 4, in particular.

Agatha Belrose
Felix Poirier
Michel Roche
Delia Favre

With all the talk of sacrifice I thought it may be preferable to find these people and, well, possibly who took them and where they've gone. You know, saving them from the whole maybe-but-we-don't-know sacrificial death thing. It sounds very unpleasant, and with a possible worrisome outcome.

[ he's never really been much of a team player, but getting the brunt of the blame if someone's sacrificed generally wasn't in his best interest. ]

Now, where to do with these names? Ideas? Comments? Concerns? I'll leave the floor open.

naturallywavy

this is probably the only textng kind of message your going to get from me for everyone
i dont just send messages ! dont go wondering and endeing up all heartbroken and crap cause i havent messaged you back
this kind of thing takes patience which i dont have time for
but ive got nothing better to do and ill probably going to be here for awhile

what side are you on
why are you on that side
anybody else like screw it im gonna be on the fuck-its side
this kinda conversation isnt what you what than fine i have a crisis on my hands anyw ay

more importantly
what i have on my hands right now
its an emergency

SOS SOS SOS SOS
call the manager asap
sue the chef cause there was a crotch hair in my yakisoba sorta emergency
that kind of emeregency

if your around the outhouse near the den in city square
bring me something to wipe my ass with

ill give you
something

maybe

digophelia

[ If it sounds like Alice is daycare, there's a good reason for it. She looks a little tired and very confused. There's a good number of children around her and one decides to plop themselves on her lap.

Oh. Okay. Fine. Deep breaths. ]

Hello, there. Can you stand, just for a minute? It shan't take long, then you can sit in my lap all you want.

[ She shoos him along. Alice heaves a deep sigh, holding her face.] ]

For a small minute, I thought I was back in London. Possibly because I have been around a large number of children, this many, with same limited resources.

I suppose my question is, is there a particular reason why I came back to over a dozen or so children? Not that I mind it, although I wouldn't be opposed to having a bigger space.

[ Yes, when did this happen? Alice has forgotten some tidbits of that fight, after all. ]

beyourrock

[Pearl was a little apprehensive at first to go ahead about this. But when she thought about it, this would be beneficial to many people here. Especially for people who were not used to missions, or even fighting for that matter.

Swallowing hard, Pearl lifts her head and sets her 'communicator' on a rock in the outskirts of the city. Out of harm's way. Once it was perfect, she starts.]

Greetings everyone of ALASTAIR. My name is Pearl, and I wanted to offer my assistance.

[In her hand, it looks to be a sword, held confidently. She bows in greeting to the jewel, shifting awkwardly. This was so different than what she's used to. Heck, she didn't know if it was even working.

Behind her, another 'Pearl' comes up behind her, with a sword as well, about to strike her over the head with it. But in one swift movement, the opposing Pearl falls to the ground, flickering. Pearl lowers her arm, the sword having penetrated the hologram, which fizzles out of existence altogether.]

I have experience when it comes to swordsmanship, and as well as experience with the use of a spear. I wanted to gather if there would be any interest for some training. We all come from many different backgrounds, myself included. I want to make sure everyone has a chance to defend themselves.

For now, I'm gauging interest. Also, if anyone else is interested in hosting some training as well. I don't... mean to be the 'head' of any group. I merely wish to help where I can. This would help immensely for what might be on the horizon for us.

If anyone has any questions, please let me know. And if you wish to speak to me in person, I'm just on the outskirts here.

ushahin

[The video opens up in a darkened tent somewhere in the woods. It’s the middle of the night and most everyone should be asleep at this hour. The half-man isn’t going to be sorry for waking you up. There’s one candle giving off just enough light to make out what’s going on. Ushahin is lying on his back, has his eyes closed, and is breathing deeply. Did his ring accidentally send out this message in his sleep? Then his eyes snap open, none of the usual grogginess that comes from waking up present in his face. His voice is soft but carries a tone that says he’s used to people listening to what he has to say.]

The dreams of both groups here are all so very much alike. Fear, growing tensions, and mistrust fill up their minds. Their differences are minimal when looked at from the right point-of-view.

[He rolls over so that he is lying on his stomach. The shadows from the dim lighting accentuate his ruined face. He might have been handsome at some point before some horrendous injuries happened to him. A sunken cheekbone, the other riding higher than it should, and his left temple caved in are just the most noticeable. It gives him an unsettling appearance.]

To walk their dreams tonight has become tiresome. You all, on the other hand, are a fascinating bunch. I have seen much I don’t understand. These worlds you come from have many differences from my own. So let us speak of them this night. Tell me something that sets your world apart and I shall do the same.

FUTUROLOGY NETWORK.

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