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[ enjoying your vacation yet, audentes?

it's shortly after they spend a day warming up and 'hatching' the squidges, but before they've embarked on their journey across the frozen tundra that they receive the following video transmission. despite his frequent bitching about it to everyone who would listen already, tony's wearing the ALASTAIR uniform for warmth - but they would get a view of his back as he turns away, where he's stitched IRON MAN across the back like it's a sports jersey. he's tinkering with... something that's set up on a nearby rock, but his body blocks it entirely from view ]

I haven't met all of you yet, which is a real shame for you, because you're gonna wish you'd had someone to steal this idea from earlier.

Tony Stark, Earth's Avengers, saved the world a few times, might have heard of us. [ the cavalier delivery manages to mask pretty well any of his current reservations about the word 'hero', or about the Avengers in general, or about being good for his planet and not a potential menace to it, but those who know him are probably aware that it's the usual tony facade kicking into gear ] Anyway, there's someone else I want you to meet.

C'mon, don't be shy. The camera's your friend. Know it, love it. [ he's coaxing the thing on the rock, and as he steps closer to the camera, where he shifts the bracelet he's set there a hair to the left and steps aside.

this gives them a perfect view of a miniature suit of armor that is currently wobbing on top of the rock. it's red and gold, and since the head is so large it probably looks a lot like this stuffed toy. it is perfectly squidge-sized, but the little guy is obviously baffled by this development and trying to shake out of the thing to zero avail ]

Amazing what you can requisition if you ask nicely. I'll have to take ol' Lloyd for a space brew some day. Hear that, Lloyd? You and me.

This is Sparky, by the way. He's still getting used to the -- [ he gestures at himself as if to indicate the armor, as the squidge rolls over onto its side ] Totally safe from the elements in there. Keeps him toasty, monitors vitals, I'm even working on a food dispensing unit... And the material? Titanium alloy, great for-- [ with a loud squeak, sparky tries valiantly to get up and winds up falling straight backwards off the rock with a resounding clang, causing tony's head to swing that way. ] -- falls.

Uh, one sec.

[ he holds up a finger and steps away from the bracelet, accidentally shoving it slightly askew so that they can't see anymore as he does so ]

expatriates

[ Natasha found herself an egg and wrapped it in the spare jacket she brought under the reasoned assumption that heat might help hatch it. Couldn't hurt, anyway, especially not in their current climate. She brushed the snow away from a patch of jagged, uneven land and nestled herself into it with the bundled egg sitting in the bridge of her lap. ]

Looks like we're going to be waiting a while. Hope you packed your winter coat.

I missed the last mission, something about gods and energy. Anyone want to fill me in?

[ Egg-hatching was like a stake-out; you had to fill the time somehow. Thus, small-talk. ]

flashbanging

[ The video shows a table in some corner of Oska's kitchen. There's a man at this table, long legs propped up on top of it, reclining against his chair. He's wearing boots with spurs, leather chaps, and a red serape that hangs off of his left shoulder. Body armor covers his chest; the panels inlaid on either side glow faintly blue. He's holding a revolver of significant size with one gloved hand, and with the other, he's carefully polishing oil off of that revolver's barrel. That other hand is bionic, and also covered in faintly glowing panels. The prosthetic runs up the visible length of his arm and disappears into the shroud of the serape.

He grins into the feed from beneath the wide brim of his hat. In his late thirties and handsomely rugged, he's swarthy, with thick, brown hair and dark eyes. His voice is a deep, southern drawl--affable, but with a suggestion of something sharper just beneath. A cigarillo, lit and gently smoking, dangles from the corner of his mouth. ]

Well, now. I'm findin' this place right peaceful. I got to say it's nice to walk around without worryin' over a bounty on my head, so I ain't too sore at these ALASTAIR fellas for pluckin' me out my own place like a ripe peach.

[ He jerks one metal thumb at the table. A few gleaming revolver shells are scattered across the wooden surface, nicely framing a half-finished tumbler of bourbon. ]

Bourbon ain't too bad, neither.

[ He sits up and leans forward, setting the gun down next to the glass; as he does so, there's a glimpse of his belt--strung with more revolver bullets and cinched with a gold buckle. The letters 'B A M F' are clearly engraved on this buckle. ]

'Sides, it's a job like any other. I done escorts before. Granted, they usually been human. Sometimes omnic. Never whatever the hell these things are tryin' to be. But if it's got to get done, it's gonna get done, right? Right.

[ He puffs on the cigarillo, exhaling a long plume of white smoke. ]

Oh, yeah. I had a look see at this here device, flicked through the archive a bit. Noticed some talk about learnin' this or that. I ain't handy with a sword, but if you need a man to show you how to shoot, I'm your huckleberry. I know my way around a fist-fight, too, if it comes to that. Ask and ye shall receive.

[ His smile widens, warms. This is still a hell of an unfamiliar situation, but he's damned and determined to make the best of it. ]

Name's McCree, by the way. Pleased t'meet you.

[ He tips his hat, and that's all, folks. ]

whatshimadayou

The drinks were acceptable and the accommodations adequate. Though I doubt I am not the first to express distaste for the situation itself, there is not much to be done at this time other than to do what we were brought to do.

So.
Children will be involved, more or less.

I have only one recommendation: do not impose a lesson you yourself deemed unnecessary as a child.
Something to bear in mind.

kikoku

[The feed shows Law leaning on a table, in a much better mood than he was in his last address to the network. If you pay attention, you might notice Olivia puttering around in the background amidst an assortment of boxes.]

Now that we're all back in Oska with our powers restored, I'd like to formally offer my services as a doctor and surgeon to the team. Especially those of you with what you think are incurable diseases.
[A pause as he turns his head to answer a question from Olivia, inaudible from this far away.]
Just sort them by expiration date, if it's past the date then throw it out.

More importantly... [Law rests his chin on his hand as he turns back to the feed, inadvertently showing off his fingers tattooed with the letters "DEAT".... Given his username you can guess what letter is on the thumb. It's all the more sinister with that lazy smirk on his face. Literally nothing about him says "legitimate doctor."] For all you heroic and daring types out there, be a little more reckless, won't you? We've got to give Olivia-ya here some hands on practice.

[ This time you can hear Olivia yelp "Mr. Law!" In the background, but before she can protest further, he ends the feed.]

dagnyology

[ Dagny's face appears on the network. Behind her are snowy plains, where small gnomes are jumping and playing. Her face is flushed from the cold, but she smiles. ]

Hello! I hope you're all doing well! The Timeline has finally computed your mission objective — sorry it took so long! Sometimes he gets a little slow. Now, I know he may seem— different, but he's always been correct! Just... ah, be careful when talking to him? He's a learning machine, and all he really knows is about missions, so sometimes he says some strange things when he goes off topic. But don't worry! He tries his best. I'll connect you to him now.

TIMELINE.EXE IS PROGRAMMED TO RELEASE MISSION PARAMETERS. MISSION OBSERVATION IS COMPLETE AND RESULTS FOR MISSION: Nalawi ARE AS FOLLOWS:

Hello World ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ Take the hassle and confusion out of the
Mission,
Try this One Weird Trick!

To help NALAWI, you will need to DEFEAT the GODDESS NALANNI so the energy can return to the world.* In doing so, the people of NALAWI will LOSE THEIR POWERS but the world will continue on. If this objective is not reached, NALAWI will BURN OUT PREMATURELY.

*NOTE FROM TIMELINE.EXE: Giant squid of the Sea, too
2 or 0 Not 1! Thank you

[OOC NOTE: This will serve as an IC discussion post. The OOC discussion post is here!]

hellshaped

OK this is extremely bad and I need help immediately, I found where they're keeping the missing deer

lionheart

[Talk about a fun-filled week. Boy howdy. And while Alec isn't exactly ignoring all of these awful things that keep happening to him and everyone he's met, there is one thing that still weights on him a little. It's probably not that important in retrospect, but it's weird and his life is weird and he just wants one thing to make sense. He just hopes the, uh, guy (male? skeleton?) is still around.]

To the walking skeleton. [What was its name? Papyrus? (Why did it have a name?) At least he doesn't call him a corpse...]

Uh. [He scratches the back of his neck. It's come to this. Apologizing to a corpse. Granted, if his arrow had actually hit it, it probably would've obliterated it, and whether the skeleton/ghost/corpse has a soul is still up for debate, but it was weirdly friendly and maybe it's not the weirdest thing he's ever seen?

No. That's a lie. It's the weirdest thing he's ever seen.] Sorry.

webdesigned

( so, this was really not how he wanted to introduce himself to his fellow teammates. between half of the team apparently being missing to the natives winding up on shore with organs removed and their eyes gouged out. he's Spider-Man and he still feels useless in really helping people. he has his suit and his webshooters but his strength is gone.

for once, he really is a normal guy, and it's been a long time since he felt that way. still, as uncertain as it makes him, he refuses to think that he can't do anything at all. he's still got to try. all of them do. )

First things first, I guess. I'm sure we've all seen the bodies washing up on shore. I... I mean, I tried not to look too closely, but I guess that guy was right about sacrifices. ( Peter looks a little green, looking down and shaking his head. ) I've covered any body I've seen but we've... we've gotta do something. Bury them, or... cremate them, I don't know. But we can't just leave them. ( suddenly being space kidnapped is just a little too real. he never imagined cremating sacrificed bodies would be on the itinerary. )

We've got to do something to see nobody else ends up on that shore. Maybe night watches. We can keep some patrols and do something if something goes south, maybe figure out who is responsible and where they're taking them.

( he's not okay with just letting more people die. it feels inherently wrong that so many already have, but he's determined to make sure no more do, or at least try. )

Last but not least, I guess... did anyone come here with technology? Like, cell phones, anything with wires, stuff like that. I'm not sure where the rest of our team is, but if I can get a radio together and amplify the signal enough, if they have access to one we'll be able to contact them, figure out where they are. I mean, it's a longshot of all longshots, but I guess that's better than nothing.

( who knows if it'll work. any of it. but he's got to try. try something. it's a lot to put on the agenda, but he'll skip the sleep if it means they can fix things. )

...right. And I'm Peter. Hi. Gotta say, this was the worst orientation I've ever had.

aspearation

[ This is going to have to be text for now, not just because it's easier, but because she is one unhappy fish. Not that text is going to help much, but it's a start. Some of her friends are missing, and she has no idea what their fate is. It's hard to not imagine the worst... ]

Yeah, so. This mission just went from lame to really freakin' lame. Before we go running all around looking for whoever's gone missing, we need to figure out who's still here. Check in, find your friends, find out who's missing. If you know someone's lost their jewelry, this is the place to let everyone know they're alive. I don't care if you don't want to talk to me, or just want to tell me the bomb didn't work or whatever, as long as the team knows you're not... gone.

If you haven't figured it out yet, the big island seems like safest place right now. If you can get here, do it now. If you can't, ask for help.

[ ooc: please feel free to threadjack/etc.! ]

aspearation

[ Undyne had said she wanted more guidance from ALASTAIR. Here she is, with more guidance, and she doesn’t know if she likes it. Looking more ragged than ever, she’s standing with Pearl, with the volcano Nalalona in the background. ]

Alright chumps, listen up, it’s time for some teamwork! ALASTAIR has some ideas about what we can do to get the volcano going again, so everyone can get their powers back. ...it’s going to involve a bomb.

[Pearl clears her throat, despite the fact her body is flickering in and out of view at some points during the video. The Gem stands tall as she gestures back to the volcano.]

This is correct. ALASTAIR has entrusted us with schematics of creating a bomb and a catapult. It’s up to us to gather the necessary supplies and assemble them.

They have observed a high level of tectonic plate activity here, near the Nalalona volcano. With enough force -- the bomb in this case -- we can possibly trigger an eruption and restore the natives’ Gifts, along with our own magical abilities. The volcano’s opening is large enough for us to hit our mark with the bomb. It’s up to us to put it all together.

We can’t afford to not try. Look around you, half our team relies on magic just to exist. This isn’t just about helping the natives use magic anymore, this about saving ourselves. If you don’t use magic, good for you, but if you have a heart, you’ll understand why this is important, and why if I catch anyone slacking off, they’ll be answering to my spear about why they don't think it's important. Got it?!

[Pearl glances to Undyne and offers her a weak smile. The situation they were all facing was quite dire. She faces the feed again.]

I know we have the ability to make this work. And we will, if we all work together on this. Every little bit helps!

[ OOC note: There will be a mod-posted mass log on the 16th for gathering/construction/etc. Pearl and Undyne will be around, and feel free to use this post to chat among each other as well! ]

[ OOC edit: The NPCs Crowley and Cherenkov speak! ]

sengetsu

I realize many are concerned about the loss of... greater powers, as it were, both among the natives and ourselves, and I agree it merits investigation. However, it also seems to me that even if their gifts do return, it would benefit them to learn more ordinary ways of doing things like farming and building.

I know the ins and outs of many of these things, but not enough to teach them all myself. Are there others with this knowledge willing to help?

hellshaped

[Hellboy is largely uncomfortable putting his face out there for public consumption, so he defaults to audio. His tone is businesslike but friendly, and there's no indication whatsoever that he's anything but human.]

So we've been here about a month now. Nalawi, I mean. Now that things have settled down and we aren't dealing with typhoons and other things [he's talking about parties], we should probably convene and talk about this case.

Has anyone found anything that could point to where their goddess has gone? Things are getting pretty hairy here; I've seen some pretty strange stuff that I think can get out of control if we don't find out a way to help them soon.

Any clues or ideas would be helpful, so don't be afraid to share what you've found. Even if you don't think it means anything, maybe it'll help someone else solve a puzzle.

Even if we can't find a way to bring their powers back, this place is headed for some really bad stuff if we aren't careful. So let's figure it out.

trenchdoting

[A tall, scruffy man in an old trenchcoat sends out a message through the jewelry, looking very befuddled at first as he does so.]

Hey! Um, hello? Is this thing on? [He taps at his jewelry a few times.] I bet that did the trick!

So! Hey, pals. I'm Scruffy. ...Wait, no, that's not right! I'm Dick Gumshoe. Detective. At your service, pals!! I can get a lot done, especially now that I've got one of my secret weapons at hand!

[He conspicuously waves a metal detector around.]

In fact, this bad boy just picked up something along the coast! I'm gonna go and... investigate it and all, pals! If anyone wants to lend a hand... sure, go ahead! If it's treasure, we can split it!

[Gumshoe pauses for a moment, and then he chuckles as something comes to mind.]

Oh right! There's one more thing I wanted to ask you all. I stayed up all night wondering about it!! If you could have one of those gift-powers for your own, and you could pick it, what would it be? I think I came up with a pretty smart answer, but I wanna see what you all think!

Um... Gumshoe out, pals!

[ooc: This is what Gumshoe will unearth! You can feel free to assume/handwave that Gumshoe spread word of its discovery after the fact.]

queenofsalt

[Lessa has set her jaw as she looks into the projection of the network, grey eyes sparkling with unaffected warmth as she considers this strangely intuitive communication system. How like speaking to dragons it feels, and how strange.]

Good morning. I hope all of that merry-making last night didn't leave any of you completely indisposed, as I believe that we have a lot of work to tackle in the coming days.

I am Lessa of Pern. I am the senior Weyrwoman of Benden Weyr, Ruathan by blood, and rider to Golden Ramoth. Though it means little to those not from Pern, I can assure you that I have earned every last of those titles, and though I acknowledge that this team is a company of equals, I think we can all admit that if we want to find ourselves home sooner, we could stand to delegate and specialize to our strengths... not all of us want to retire to sandy beaches we know will decay into abandon!

I'd like to speak with those of you who are versed in ALASTAIR's values and practices, and those of you who have spoken with the Nalawi at length and have learned anything more than what we have been given prior to our arrival. Locations, traditions, values, any records that can be used to track the progress of this island's troubles... it could all be valuable.

[She affects to toss a lock of fine black hair from her face, thinking herself particularly clever for re-enacting the kind of proud-chested talk that her weyrmate has employed in the past.]

Please join me for a mug and a plate in the lower room of the inn. I'm looking forward to meeting you in person so that we can consider our options going forward together.

[Before she shuts her communication down, the proud, slight smile brightens suddenly with a kind of abandoned amusement, like she's come out of a spotlight on a stage... and that's because she has. Lessa has never been in a position where she could stand up and take singular charge before, and the thought that she might be able to now is a heady feeling. Watch her sit rigidly in the tavern of the Inn from the time the broadcast is over until the moment someone approaches; she's going to be on the edge of her seat expecting the outpouring of earnest team-members coming forward to hand her clues to go gallivanting off on.]

ex_mettacrusher33

HELLOOOOOOO, DARLINGS!!

[Is it already that time again? There's the same robot as before, this time posing languidly on the beach.

Yes. Yes, evidently, it is.]

It's your lovely host Mettaton with a very special announcement. In a few days time, it will be the annual Nalawi Fishing Tournament!! And what better way for ALASTAIR to mingle with the locals than joining them with an MTT-sponsored CELEBRATION?? There will be music! There will be reporting!! There will be ACTION!! DRAMA!! AND ENTERTAINMENT!!!

But of course, that is where YOU will come in. We'll be needing:

[He starts to count off on his fingers.]

- Stage crew
- Make-up and costume designers
- Set designers
- Musicians
- Dancers
- Talents of all types!!
- Advertising!!
- And, obviously, builders for our stage

I'll be waiting for your responses. Let's make this the most explosive party this world has ever known!

Papyrus, I'll be needing you to be my assistant, of course. Pearl? Olivia? I'd love to speak with the two of you as well!! And Undyne? I have a very specific job for you, if you don't mind.

wardance

Three things.

The first. I'm requesting if you know anyone of our group that was transferred during this mission at any point, whether it was already announced or not, to list them here. If you knew anything about them, particularly unique to them—information, capabilities, whatever—I'd ask you disclose the information, as well. [ he may be able to get the first part, at least, by looking it up but it helps to have confirmation from files that are not documents provided by ALASTAIR. ]

The second. I'd like to know of any of you that are of leadership status back where you come from, particularly if you are responsible for the lives of others. Militarily, politically, socially, whatever. [ not the time to be picky. ]

Lastly, what's the value of a life to you? Both your own and others around you and how far does that value extend? They say there's a time to kill and a time not to kill: what're yours? [ it'd be nice to know who the self-sacrificers are versus the kill-happy. and then everyone else in between. ]

...Allow me to introduce myself, if you don't know me: I'm Date Masamune, a daimyo from the north.

[ yes, he's got a different tone to this from the last time he addressed the network, but the serious nature seems necessary, if not because of the content but because of what they're all sitting in the middle of while they wait to leave chantes. might as well be somewhat productive. ]

selfimage

[ standing amid the outer rim of the forest are two (possibly) familiar looking godlings. the one with the long hair is smoking a cigarette and pointedly ignoring the events transpiring in front of him, while the younger one clad ostentatiously in green enamel scales and a golden diadem seems to be giving the stink eye to an innocent looking pigeon.

the dark haired green one shakes his finger, flicking away some dried blood. ]

Ah—do we declare a state of emergency? [ he drawls with a sigh, bright green eyes fixing back on the camera. ] Before the I told you sos begin, we're missing one very volatile halfling mage. It seems that he's consorting with demons and the like.

Please return him if you see him, and try not to kill him.

ricksybusiness

[The video is from everyone's favorite camera-shy mad scientist, 82736775. This time, he's not even present in a carefully-framed way; he appears to just be using his jewellery as a Go-Pro.

The view is a large machine in the middle of the woods. It's crudely constructed, with loud, grinding gears and exhaust tubes belching smoke. There are three figures scurrying about -- Dipper, Shiki, and Hide, for those of you who would recognize them -- pulling levers and turning cranks and struggling to hear each other over the machine's groaning. Jars of fairy goop hang off the thing like lanterns in a coal mine.]

Listen uuuup, bitcheesss!

[The view jerks, then readjusts as the sky comes into focus.]

Thanks to my genius and everybody else's scrappy, can-do attitude, we're about to make scientific history. By which I mean w-we're about to blow this bullshit away.

[His hand enters the frame. He is flipping off the sky.]

Engage Operation: Fuck You, Magic!

[The frame stays centered on the sky, though the machine's groaning reaches almost deafening levels. Above the cacophony, there's a high-pitched whining: something is warming up. All over Chantes, the ground shakes.

Then bright green fills the screen and everything is so loud that it's almost silent. Those of you who are at a distance may see a gigantic green beam shooting into the sky just before everything turns bright white for a few long seconds.

And suddenly, there is light. Stars. Two moons. The sky is back.

82736775 is laughing maniacally. He swings the frame around to the giant machine, which has blasted wide open: smoking panels have fallen to the ground, exposing frayed wires. His assistants are also on the ground, looking dazed.]

Suck my dick, Narnia! Haha, yeah!

Now let's figure out what to do and get the hell off this rock! Team science, ouuuut!

[ ooc. IMPORTANT! the sun is now returned. from this point on, there are normal day-night cycles in chantes! be aware there are two moons, and the sun rises in the west. use this post to discuss what to do now! threadjacking encouraged. thank you to my fellow players and our modteam for making this plot so successful! i love you all.

UPDATE! check this thread for conversation on a peaceful option. ]

adoube

Hi! 'How do you do'? I'm fine!!

Although, land-dwelling is v e r y boring... if we were meant to use our legs all the time, they'd have wings (ﾉ･ｪ･)ﾉヽ(´ω｀○)ﾉ.+ﾟ*｡:ﾟ+

So-so... if you know where to borrow a scout ship/carrier/assault vessel/starfish/vanship/ battle ship/solder-glued rusty prototype/paper plane/aircraft of any kind, I won't commandeer it!

Or sink it! Or dissect it for pieces! Or fly f a r f a r away!

I think...... maybe................. just trust me ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ (♡´❍`♡)*✧ ✰ ｡*

Bye-bye!

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