futurology | Entries tagged with keith (voltron)

So, who in Audentes knows what to do with a sword? Because Fugo and I, who don't have the first clue, have found one.

[Giorno sounds. A little sour about this. Couldn't find anything useful, clearly! That would be too easy!]

Show the nice people, please. Wave it around or something.

[But the focus of this video is Fugo, who is holding the sword looking equally sour; he’s got both hands on the hilt, with the pointy bit pointed towards the ground. He rolls his eyes at the request for dramatics and… lifts it a bit higher? Knight in shining armor he is not.]

This was buried beneath a stone cairn on the edge of a lake. I don’t know how the hell it managed to escape water damage and keep its edge—the rocks it was buried under didn’t look as if they had been disturbed in a long while.

[Fugo then proceeds to squint suspiciously at the weapon, as if giving it a dirty look will make it give up its secrets. Since his model is useless, Giorno moves so that he's the focus of this post again, looking wide-eyed and concerned and Focused On Teamwork, probably.]

There was a notebook with it, full of information that would probably have been incredibly useful if it hadn't been destroyed by the water of the lake. But what we could read says something about "piercing armor". It's possible that has nothing at all to do with this mysteriously rust-resistant and portentous sword, but there's also another fairly obvious possibility.

[Here he turns to Fugo, who continues to be less than impressed. And tired. Not that either of things are unusual for Fugo in general, but he's looking especially annoyed and worn out.]

Regardless. Has anyone found signs of or any last wills and testaments mentioning some sort of unusually dangerous monster? Robot? Whatever. Who fucking knows what’s waiting for us deeper in this shining example of an interstellar justice system. Whatever it is, it’s got armor that needs piercing that we should probably take into account.

( ooc ; feel free to theorize wildly in this post as per usual. both fugo & giorno will be responding! )

cachemoney

[The sound of the jungle can be heard in the background: singing birds and buzzing insects, obviously, but also gently flowing water. Fiona has found a small waterfall which seems to be the best and safest source of water, as far as she's concerned.]

So. Unless some of us have found a grocery store hidden behind some of this jungley stuff, we're going to be running low on food. Very soon. Fruit's fine, but it'll only get you so far -- we'll need protein if we want to survive this.

Luckily, you have a survivalist on your team!

I'm going to go ahead and assume most of you haven't had bushmeat before, and while eating giant monster rats, uh, admittedly does not sound super appetizing, it's all we have right now. Unless someone wants to try the giant monster lizards. With poison for blood.

Anyway. I'm happy to do the butchering and cooking if you're squeamish. Call it a fleeting bout of altruism.

iomnic

[The recent change of scenery, from the dry stone of the labyrinth's walls, decorated only occasionally with vines, to a much more vibrant sort of setting full of plants and water. It certainly seems more peaceful, even if it isn't. Zenyatta seems to have taken to it well enough, with his prison jumpsuit still on, although the top half of is just wrapped around his waist. Yeah, he just wears whatever he's put in, although it already has a few holes in it.

He's not bothered by the slight drizzle of rainfall currently happening, either. But can you really tell, with an unmoving faceplate like his?]

Greetings, everyone. I apologize if I have been ... standoffish, recently. Sometimes I forget how quickly time passes, especially so when I am meditating.

It has come to my attention lately that I am not the only one who could benefit from from the act of meditation.

[You people know who you are.]

I know that the situation we find ourselves in right now is not the easiest, and it has not been easy in some time. But it is exactly because of this, that we must be resolute in our tranquility. Guard well your thoughts, and the rest will follow.

Please seek me out, should you need help in finding your tranquility, or even if you simply would like someone to talk to. Also, if you require healing. Now that I have found these again-

[His orbs, finally back around his neck and floating.]

I will be able to help restore others physically as well. Be careful, my friends.

ex_mettacrusher33

[The feed cuts to a familiar sight - it's Mettaton, darlings. He's lounging, as per usual, on what appears to be a still-standing piece of the ship. If anyone had been paying attention, it's where he's mostly been for the past few days outside of scavenging and playing nurses' assistant.]

Gooooooood evening, beauties and gentlebeauties. We've certainly been having a rough spot for a long while, now haven't we? Sure, death is imminent, things feel hopeless, yadda yadda, but why cry about broken ships when the show needs to go on?

As such, I thought it'd be a splendid idea for all of us to catch up with one another and see how our escape attempts are going. Found something interesting? Weapons, food, tools, interesting little pathways or things to avoid? Do let the rest of the class know!

As for me, you've probably noticed a little light in the sky guiding you home. [It doesn't show from the feed's angle, but for the past several days he's been projecting a star high into the sky to help keep any explorers be correctly oriented during their search.] You're welcome, by the way.

But I've ALSO come into the possession of a few little toys. [Into frame, he pulls out what looks like, and is, a pulse rifle that most certainly belonged to a prison guard at one point. He runs his hands along it like it's a game show prize.] THIS is only one of TWO that I'm willing to offer to a sweet SOUL in need of a little extra protection. For those more physical, [again, he reaches off screen and pulls out another weapon previously belonging to the guards: an electrical pike.] We have this. Don't worry, there's no price. Your adoration is its own reward. Let me know if you'd like them - first come, first serve.

[Wink.]

So what say you, darlings? Find anything good thus far?

littlestguano

Attention all Audentes members:

To those of you who were already aware of Anakin Skywalker's intentions and the origin of the riot earlier today, I am here to report that the plan was successful.

To those of you who were not made aware, earlier today Skywalker and I made our way to an escape pod and he successfully boarded and escaped the prison. He is on his way to ALASTAIR to inform them of our situation. The riot successfully masked our passage and he escaped without anyone in pursuit.

Although this was a flawless success, I caution against waiting for ALASTAIR to show up as we have no idea how long it will take Skywalker to reach them. Now is not the time to grow idle.

Some of you might be surprised to learn that as it turns out, escaping from a prison in space is neither impossible nor something that can be accomplished by method of sitting around and doing nothing. A startling conclusion I am sure.

secondnature

[For once, Keith is actually alerting people of something from his own magitek! Surprise, surprise. Well, he talks to people enough, but this is a specific thing all in all.

Anyway, here he goes:]

Hey.

I asked Lloyd if there was any way we can get armor. If you go to Team Kittypaw, they can make an adjustment to your uniform to make it into light armor. It won't save you from explosions, but it should help on the fly.

If you want something bigger, like what I have, you'll have to have the people in the forge make it. I don't know how that works. So that's up to you to figure out.

Right. That's all.

[OOC: essentially, there is a new option under the AC bank that characters have to ask for IC that will adjust their uniform into a kevlar-like light armor (albeit magically). It costs 75 coins. I wanted this announcement here before AC and the AC bank closed, so here it is!]

ex_adept136

[Haise has talked with several teammates about the lack of cohesion, and how difficult it is for all of them to coordinate. It was something he'd meant to discuss, or perhaps encourage others better suited, to bring up when they had some down-time. In the wake of a rather heated debate he chose to sat out on, he thinks maybe conversations about how they unify can't wait]

It seems that some of us may be feeling a little hot under the collar after recent events. Since I am an advocate for mercy, and am only alive because as much was extended to me when others may have argued against it, I don't want to touch on moral disagreements. Our stances will naturally differ, because our organization doesn't give us any unifying principles to abide by.

As a member of the CCG, I had very set guidelines to follow. Those weren't all things I agreed with, or felt right about. But they did maintain order, and did keep people safe. They made us an effective team, and more than once it's come up with colleagues here that we might benefit from that.

This was something I'd hoped might come up on Oska, when people had time to relax, but considering the circumstances...

Would any of you be interested in opening that discussion? That is, talking about our backgrounds, where we're coming from, and what we believe. If we start there, surely we can find a way to work together. If we're constantly at odds with one another, that isn't good for anyone. When I first joined, that division was certainly in place, but those I disagreed with still took the time to speak with me, and we did have common ground. I'd like to suggest that, as a team, we try to find that...for all our sakes.

Edit: Although I spoke of my own background in the example I provided, by no means am I suggesting that everyone do the same. Most importantly, we need to establish where we stand on issues we're often confronted with in our line of work. These things would inevitably show in our actions, so speaking on personal matters is not necessary for discussion.
What each of us believes and what course we're inclined to take is what I mean to inquire about.

[ooc: Naturally, thread-hop/jack as desired]

steler

[so here's a video of kaz. his st. bernard puppy, barend, is on his lap. look at barend!! isn't he cute? isn't he the cutest puppy you've ever seen? he is so cute, in fact, that kaz brekker, bastard of the barrel is petting him. like, for real, kaz is touching something with a pulse. it's a miracle.

and barend is just so cute right? focus on that for a moment. before you listen to what he has to say. itll put you in the right mindset. remember: chill, cute puppy. that's absolutely the point of this video.

totally.

100%]

Here's the thing -- [or, maybe, kaz is going to start lecturing because he's put on his "i'm a lieutenant of a gang" voice. it's the same tone of voice he used when he beat up the entirety of the dregs, but he doesn't know that happened yet. one day.] -- when you all wanted to act like killing was the most unreasonable thing a person could possibly do, there was at least a sense that you had the moral high-ground. "Think of Perdition's Rest! We saved people."

[kaz laughs, a little (a lot) coldly.]

Most of you didn't even want think of what kinds of existences you were saving - both there and back in Woodhurst. You'd rather force a man to live through grueling circumstances and inflict emotional pain than have to live with the idea that your precious hands had been soiled with blood. And anyone who suggested otherwise was immediately jumped on because, Saints forbid anyone suggest what you were doing was wrong. What's the point of moral high-ground if people don't recognize your superior position for what it is?

And it has to be self-perpetuating. So in the wake of this announcement, you're all going to find ways to tell yourselves how you did the right thing, how Oska wasn't your fault, how every life spared is the right thing to do under every circumstance. But a lie, even a nice one, is still a lie.

[he takes a deep breath and shifts, enough so that barend jumps off and scampers away to go find something else to do than sit with his scary teen criminal.]

That's not even really the worst part. The lack of cohesion in this team means that mistakes like these are going to keep happening. [he gives extra emphasis the last two words, trying to drive them home] The kind of work we're doing right now is sloppy at best, and we're lucky it was Oska that got hit and not one of these precious planets you've been trying to save along the way. This mistake could have been a lot more deadly, and the next one almost assuredly will.

I know your responses are going to be a mixture of accusing me of wanting power for myself and being heartless for wanting to kill. Let's all just acknowledge it now, together: if heartless and practical are one in the same, then fine. And power? I honestly don't care enough about this team to want it. I also don't care what your final decisions are - only that we should make some attempt to make them as a group instead of this haphazard decision making we've been doing thus far.

[he pauses, shrugs]

Or we can keep making more mistakes -- and then the decisions will be made for us.

selfimage

[ as the cures and vaccines are passed through ALASTAIR recruits and the population alike, Loki takes a moment to address Audentes. it's the end of one story, after all, he feels that the lingering strings have a chance to be tied up in a neat bow.

there's an odd sort of feeling that accompanies the announcement. while his easy, casual manner still guides his tone, there's a hint of pride in the cadence of his words. ]

As everything comes to an end in Woodhurst, I suppose it would be satisfying to get some closure. There are those of us that are still recuperating, and those of us aiding in the efforts to spread the cure. To all, I bring news.

A fair number of us found dear "Doctor" Percy holed up in his sewer abode, alone aside from his brigade of robotic guards. The work he did to conceive the alien virus and spread the infection, it was all due to his personal efforts. He was a single Zymandis agent, alone, with a grandiose plan to infect the entire universe, and watch it suffer before it crumbled. [ he's leaving a few gruesome details out, but it's probably better for those who already feel nauseous. ]

If the cannibalistic sickness proved effective, Zymandis meant to use it to spread destruction, causing the premature death of other vulnerable timelines to harvest their energy.

[ a pause, and there's a part of him that can't help but be satisfied. ]

He thought he may have a chance for making it out. Instead, he seemed to have met a well-deserved fate. The last vial of his precious sickness has been collected, so it's bye-bye virus for the time being. He won't be reporting to anyone of his unfortunate successes and even more questionable failures.

A pity. [ he says it in the way that it doesn't sound like a pity at all. ]

OOC | threadhopping is great. anyone who was there, feel free to add!

ex_adept136

Hello, everyone. As I've mentioned to a few of our associates, Arima and I have done some of our own investigation in the sewers. Our initial findings prompted some follow-up, and now we're prepared to report what we've gathered.

During our first search, we found a table on which some notes in alien writing were gathered. Along with this were an ear-piercing gun and plastic tags that bear an unfamiliar symbol. It would seem someone is tracking the underground infected, from what we can gather.

Our second search turned up what seems to be a jewelcomm like ours. These all seem to be signs that Percy is indeed in the sewers and coordinating with an organization who uses the same kind of technology we do, and I can only think of one other. Should anyone wish to examine it, we can make that available to you. I see no purpose in leaving it for its user to retrieve.

Whatever's going on, it appears fairly organized. It's not just infecting the populace if tracking after the fact is involved...

If anyone else has further findings or insights, let's see what we can make of this.

[ooc: Backdated to 3/21. As always please feel free to thread-hop/thread-jack. Bounty board turn-in can be found here]

predickamental

Damn, smartphone technology really advanced while I was driving through Arkansas.

[She's not quite laughing at her own joke, but she's very clearly thinking about it. And who can blame her? Good comedy relies on kernels of truth, and Arkansas is, in many ways, similar to the Bermuda Triangle.]

What the hell did y'all do to New Jersey? I mean I know. I read the file. But really. It looks bad out there.

Little bit of business: I'm looking for an asshole. White guy, dark hair styled in the greasy millennial tradition, always squinting in a manner of general petulance. Probably smells like bourbon. Goes by the name of Jesse. I've gone through the directory and didn't see him, but he's enough of a fool to lose his own username, so I thought I'd ask.

There's another asshole who looks like he hasn't showered in about ten years and catches fire when he goes out in the sun, and I guess I'm looking for him, too, but I'm not as dedicated to it, honestly.

And the last thing: you, general you, the Audentes masses of seventy-nine entire other people, tell me where there's gaps and I'll start there. As long as it's not science. I get real bored when I'm not busy.

figureitout

[ it has taken him three days to convince himself to talk to all of Audentes about this — three days that he now wishes he hadn't waited, because with the information from Jason and Lucina, and their numbers already depleted because of the virus... all he's doing is taking people's attention away from finding Dr. Percy.

if it was about anyone else, he wouldn't be doing this. but right now, he couldn't care less if they find the doctor or not. finding someone else takes priority for him. ]

Hey guys... it's Stiles. [ not a great start, as far as speeches go, but maybe some of that can be attributed to the fact he sounds roughly like he's forgotten what sleep is supposed to even be. ]

Look, I know we've got a lot going on right now, finding the fake doctor, all that. But, just listen for a second, okay? Peter's missing. [ a pause as he swallows before powering on; he gives no further explanations about who exactly he's talking about: anyone who has been following Team Science should know Peter, after all. ] And not in the "he was probably transferred" way, the "he's totally infected and ran away after leaving his magitek behind" way. It's been three days, I've searched the city, like, a thousand and ten times but he's —

I don't know where he is. So if you can spare some time to help me look for him... that'd be great. [ the fact that he's actually asking for help with this tells just how dire the situation has gotten.

another pause — it almost seems like he's going to end it there, but he continues, voice tight, ] But be careful if you actually find him. He's — [ god, how does he warn people and still keep Peter's secret identity? is that even something he should be worrying about right now?? ]

He's going to be more dangerous than your usual infected person. [ there, that'll have to do. ]

Just, if you have any news about him, any leads... let me know. Please. [ with that not-at-all-desperate-sounding closing statement, he ends the post. ]

( ooc: so peter is infected and needs to be found, if you'd like to volunteer for actual threads w the infected party comment to the ooc post and/or hit up katy, or if you want to thread out actual searching hit me up here! )

gutpunching

[To absolutely no one's surprise, Jason is not really a big team player when he's got a choice. But after some re-evaluation of where they stand and some gentle ("gentle") urging on Lucina's end, the network pings with a short call for volunteers. (The hard truth of it is he can't flat out count on himself to be reliable for very much longer. So, even more clipped than is characteristic—)]

If anyone's still interested in where Dr. Percy disappeared to, we could use a few more sets of eyes down in the sewers.

[What follows is a short attachment of information for interested parties. Including an image of an odd metal door with alien symbols on the combination lock, open to reveal a network of matching metal-plated tunnels. The coordinates one would need to find it in the sewers ping in soon after.

For those who need a little more context before volunteering, soon after the post hits, it gets a clarifying (and politer) addendum from Lucina.]

(OOC NOTE. Jason and Lucina have a (suspected) lead on Percy's hideout in the sewers but the maze of metal tunnels it's hidden in are too much for two people to cover, so it's time to alert the rest of the crew. Responses to this post may come from Lucina or Jason, BUT feel free to threadjack/use this post to plot if your characters are inclined to help and/or get info out in preparation for the 3/25 log.)

competing

[With all the information coming out, it's apparent to Keith and Lance that one big elephant in the room has been ignored: the infection among the recruits themselves. Keith is tired and on edge, as he needs nothing to do with the infection to be cranky. Lance is jittery, too. But they have to talk about that elephant before it gets too late.

And for some of them, it might be. That's what Keith is really afraid of right now.]

Hey. It's Keith.

and ya boy, lance! [Because things are already pretty doom and gloom as it stands, and maybe things could use a little lightening up? Or something...

It’s a little more difficult to differentiate between people in a group message like this, but it’s a better idea to get something down on text in case they need to refer to it later, and anyone who knows either of the boys can probably tell them apart pretty easily through diction alone.]

we know your mind-phones have been pretty busy lately, but theres something keith and i wanted to talk to you guys about.

Before we get a move on in attacking Zymandis' agent, we need to look at our own numbers. A lot of us are sick. Maybe less than I thought. Or maybe more. Either way, we have to know who's sick and make a plan to help our own. And I'm serious about HELPING. Not putting someone out of their misery or any of the other stupid stuff I've heard from some of this team. We need to stop this disease. We need to help our own. Once everyone's BETTER, we'll make a plan for what to do next as a team.

[It's harsher than necessary but likely less harsh than how it might be normally, given Keith's frequently frustrated tone of voice. Text mitigates some of it, even if his frustration definitely does become CAPITAL LETTERS.

Lance, meanwhile, is quite eager to gloss over that sharp reprimand because seriously guys — kumbaya.]

yeeeeeah, so — helping! getting a head count is definitely ideal. we cant afford to be silent on this and we definitely CANT be alone right now, cuz every one of us affected and on our own can be a huge risk to everyone here. so we were thinking… since the city shut it down, we can use the middle school. those of us infected can stay there while we wait for our people to find that cure. like a quarantine safe house.. i know its not ideal, but its something. especially for those who dont have any other contingency plans.

[A pause. Well. May as well get the ball rolling, right?]

ill be there.

( ooc; p.s. there is an information plotting post for the quarantine space! )

cachemoney

[Fiona is a little out of breath, like she just hustled very quickly away from somewhere. Which she did, but that's neither here nor there. The background behind her is some innocuous wood panelling; she's in a house.]

Okay. So. Crunch time. Things are getting nuts out there, if you didn't notice. We are gonna wind up super screwed if we don't hop to figuring out what the hell to do.

[She holds up a vial. It has some alien writing on it, as well as a familiar symbol on the label.]

We found this inside the hospital. A shit-ton of them, actually. So who wants to find out what Zymandis asshole is responsible for this mess and beat an antidote out of them?

[ ooc. PS, maya, hanzo, and mccree might show up in your threads. feel free to threadjack as well! ]

webdesigned

( he may or may not have some dark circles under his eyes when he flicks on his communicator, but otherwise Peter doesn't look any more worse for the wear. he's always tired, isn't he? this isn't something new.

he's more than tired, though, he's on a mission. this mission hits a little too close to home, especially thanks to their last. they're surrounded by more people that can't help themselves, and he doesn't want it to go down the way it did last time. in Perdition's Rest he didn't say anything, but this time? Peter isn't incapable of taking a stance without his mask on, after all, and if he's willing, it generally means he's all the more emotionally invested. there's too much of a chance at helping the infected to stay quiet, or at least, he thinks so. despite the bad news printed all over the information Sonia had shared with him. )

I know things are bad. I have eyes, we all know stuff is getting bad. I just want to make sure we're not losing sight of something that we shouldn't ever lose sight of. ( he rubs at an eye, as if he can rub the weariness away. so far, no luck, but he does keep trying. ) These people are dangerous, and volatile, and scary, but that's just it. They are still people. If you take unnecessary, extreme action against them? You're killing a person. A person we could save, if we all work together to find a cure.

If it comes down to living or dying, then... then that's one thing. ( though he still sounds reluctant, bless his idiot heart. ) If you can immobilize them over killing them, then maybe we could have a shot at saving them. We've got sedatives that can help you get away instead of hurting or killing. We lost so many people in Perdition's Rest, I want to believe we can do better than that here. I hope I'm not the only one who thinks that.

( a sigh. he doesn't know if that lecture is going anywhere. he just feels like he has to say it. ) Has anyone found a place we could keep infected in isolation? Get them off the streets and keep them from hurting themselves or others, and have them available to keep working on the cure. ( that, and while he's at it... ) If you're willing, I need some samples of infected and non-infected blood. I'm trying to put together a test of some sort, I just don't have enough samples yet. It's a stretch, I know, but I think I can do it. ( he does sound fairly confident, for what that is worth... though who knows how capable a teenage boy is, right??? trust his confidence with caution. ) If I can make a test, we can find those carrying the virus, even if they're not symptomatic yet. Any attempts at a cure will work better if we can administer it sooner. Let me know if you're willing.

( he doesn't offer much of a goodbye, simply signing off. )

cashlin

[In the midst of all of this pseudo-zombie terror, paranoia, and rioting, one woman alone remains firm, standing strong in the face of madness to remember the real universal importance of ALASTAIR's mission here--]

Well, ain't this an exciting Loverpalooza! Orrrr... almost Loverpalooza, I dunno what day it is anymore. I think the people on this planet call it somethin' else, too.

[--and it is definitely not this chick.

Lilith, rather, is perched on top of a dumpster in an empty alleyway with her legs folded, a paper grocery bag full of the spoils of looting in her lap. The crowds of Woodhurst, still in total uproar, are far from gone: the blare of horns honking, glass shattering, and men and women yelling unintelligibly just up the street is completely audible in the feed, but the woman doesn't seem to be paying them much mind at all. Not when she's grabbed her loot and made off unscathed.

Idly, Lilith rummages through her bag.] I didn't even get any chocolate! What a load of crap. [Instead, she's opting for a bottle of pills. Lilith presses the heel of her palm into the childproof cap and continues speaking as if somebody's car alarm didn't just yelp into life off-screen.]

Anyways, what're your plans, team? Ice cream and bad chick flicks at home? Fancy dinner, if anybody's still running the restaurants around here? A romantic evening punching rioters in the teeth with that special someone? Provided they make it out of this whole ordeal alive, that is. I know my date would've, but hey, he's not even on assignment here, so I'm shit out of luck. Open, you little bastard.

[With a soft noise of plastic clicking against itself (and a little 'ha!' from Lilith), there it is: painkillers are open. Lilith pops an ibuprofen and hops off the dumpster just as the sound of all the chaos grows steadily louder and louder.]

I dunno about you guys, but all this infection nonsense is giving me a real headache. So, hey: entertain me. I still gotta get home, or find a shop nobody's hit up for snacks yet.

[Just as Lilith's beginning to turn a shimmering blue-purple and translucent, she grins wide for the camera and cuts the feed.]

steler

[ kaz has been here for awhile now, but hasn't managed to actually post to the network. until now. the video opens with kaz and nami, sitting next to each other. kaz looks the perfect picture of an adult businessman ready to offer a deal. ]

Good Afternoon, Audentes. Here in Woodhurst, there are opportunities available to us that weren't in Perdition's Rest. [he means it in a general way - business, taking advantage of resources - but jesper picks a pretty great time to walk past in HIDEOUS colors. so that too.] But those opportunities cost money, and the meager budget ALASTAIR gave us won't last for very long.

[ if kaz is the very image of a businessman, nami is his perfect opposite: the miniskirt she wears is certainly not appropriate for any legal job... she picks up the sales pitch with ease and enthusiasm, though.] You could always work long hours to support yourself and any supplies we might need for this mission to really succeed... or you could let us help you!

["""help"""]

As it just so happens, we're feeling generous about a recent acquisition, and are willing to lend out some extra money to help with your ventures. The money can be repaid in interest or via favors of equivalent value.

[ kaz nods towards nami, who they've agreed between them that she can take care of the interest aspect. he could do it himself, of course, but he'd rather let her feel like shes contributing something here. ]

[ she hmphs, clearly there's been some disagreement here... ] Yes, really generous! Too generous, in my opinion. Anyway, the longer you take to pay us back, the more you'll owe us, so keep that in mind! [ pausing, she points imperiously at their so-far imaginary audience. ] Ah, and if you die, then we get the right to confiscate anything we want from your belongings, to pay for your debt! It's just fair, don't you think?

[ even death won't save you from this particular debt collector... ]

Moreover [ and clearly, more importantly ] Ghezen frowns on deals made in bad faith. We'll hold up our end of the bargain if you hold up yours. Feel free to contact us here or either of us privately if you wish to discuss.

competing

[ with the new mission on the horizon, and a rather desperate need to keep busy and distracted, lance has decided to put together this informational psa for all those who may benefit from it.

so. like. maybe two of you. ]

Yo! So with Woodhurst coming 'round the corner, many of you probably haven't had the chance to brush up on all six films of the Brawn of the Dead series but that's okay! Your resident Zombie Apocalypse Expert is here to help you out.

[ he's watched pretty much all the zombie films available on earth, ok, he's practically a PhD. ]

While it's pretty much impossible to gain my level of expertise in the single week we have left, I managed to break down the most important things to remember during a Zombie Apocalypse. [ complete with handy, dandy infographics! (blame whoever got them the drawing app ok.) ]

( cut for length )

iomnic

Hello, world!

[Oh, who's this guy?? Surely not someone any of you have met before!! JK, there's his username, slapped on the post like it always is. But this guy's a human!! Surely there's an explanation for this!!]

This is Zenyatta. If we have met before, then you might notice I am looking very different! If we have not, I do not typically look like this. I am typically an omnic- or as you might better know, a robot.

For the most recent mission, we have the assignment of "blending in" with the population. I thought this could be an opportunity for me to learn what it would be like to live as a human.

That is also where I could use some assistance. I am still becoming accustomed to human lifestyle, but there are many things that are new to me. For example, I have noticed there are certain rules about clothing most humans follow, but it was not exactly something I thought too much about as an omnic. I typically did not wear shirts, but it seems that this might be more of a necessity, as a human?

[As are socks. Shoes. Underwear.]

Another question I have- how do humans know when they are allergic to things? How do I run some sort of diagnosis to ascertain what I should avoid?

I am sure there are much more I have yet to discover, but some guidance would be appreciated.

FUTUROLOGY NETWORK.

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