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[ Here is Alice. Here is Alice trying to tune her lute and after a few strokes, Alice manages to remember a melody. ]

Ah, it surprises me, even now, I remember how to play it. It's been a few months.

[ It does sound a bit better after she's tuned it a few times. Maybe it was that out of tune? ]

And how the piano lessons I had as little girl have never really faded away. String or piano, music notes and scales are hard to forget. It's odd to think how much I used to loathe piano lessons as a little girl.

[ That's fine. Alice treasures them more as an adult, now. Especially this lute. ]

I recall some faces here in Osaka, but others... not so much. I do hope some of you have stayed out of some trouble, yes? I'm certain that some of you are already dreading the inevitable fussing from me.

Tell me, then, if you remember me... what did I miss?

[ That's her strange way of saying she misses some of you. ]

whatshimadayou

It is my understanding that we were gathered to function as a team. A concept that is, perhaps, difficult for many of us to become accustomed to, but a path we have had no choice but to take in any case.

Yet here we are, already faced with danger enough from our missions, and we are equally forced to fear one of our own as well?

Explain to me why we should endure the presence of a monster who cannot keep his nature in check. How many were injured by Koltira's hand, yet all of us remain silent.

respired

[ Koltira's back to his usual self once again--his hair pale as ice, his eyes burning with lichfire. His skin sallow, tinted with hypothermia, and shot through with spiderweb cracks. He wears the black ALASTAIR uniform as he sits on the edge of his bed, twisting a new ring around one gloved finger.

Beside him, his lynx cub rolls around sleepily.

His voice is still deceptively lilting, but the ethereal echo, the underscore of a guttural scratch, haunts him. ]

I must ask for a favor, should you have the capacity to grant it.

[ He glances back at the lynx cub. ]

The dead are not meant to care for the living. If one of you would take responsibility for this creature, I'd consider myself in your debt.

[ A pause. He frowns slightly as he goes on. ]

Recently, some of you met me as I once was. Understand something now. That man is gone. He died nearly twenty years ago, and nothing--nothing--of him remains in me. His house is ash, and cannot be recovered.

[ Not entirely true, though Koltira maintains otherwise.

Another beat, longer this time, as if he's unsure whether to keep talking. But, eventually: ]

Many of you recognized me, yet you did not ruin the past with visions of the future. For this ... I thank you.

[ And that's all. ]

flashbanging

[ Having seen off his squidge into the wild blue yonder of this planet, Jesse reckons it's at last time for him to truly enjoy a guilt-free smoke. He's sitting by a clear, bubbling stream, legs stretched out, bionic hand draped over one knee. He's got a fresh cigarillo--one of his last--in his good hand, and he's grinning like the cat who ate the canary. ]

Hey, y'all. Them ALASTAIR folks made me magic.

[ He obviously thinks this is one of the greatest things that's ever happened to him. He pulls off his glove--there's a flash of a tattoo on his inner wrist, something vaguely skull-shaped--and he pops the cigarillo into his mouth. He arches both eyebrows in a 'Check this out' kind of way as he touches his index finger to the tip of the cigarillo, which ignites shortly thereafter. Jesse puffs, exhaling a cloud of rich, hazy smoke. ]

Fine as frog hair split three ways.

[ Puff. ]

'Course, I know it ain't nothin' compared to a lot of you, but I don't got much personal experience with makin' things happen just by thinking on em real hard. And speaking of ...

[ He flexes his good arm, wincing slightly. He drawls, his warm tones turned sheepish. ]

Turns out, wrestlin' with bonafide Greek god-damn legends wasn't the greatest idea I ever had. My muscles are still screaming something awful. I'd be much obliged if one of you would take a look. Especially if you got those healing hands.

[ He settles back on the grass, smoking the cigarillo, and reaches to adjust his serape--but his fingers glow magma red. A second later, the serape starts to hiss and burn. ]

Ah--damn it--not again--

[ As the image cuts, he's diving for that stream. ]

selfimage

[ the sound of the wind storm hollows dully against the cave walls. Loki's squidge, Bacon, can half be seen crawling in the confines of his tacky green jacket and over his knee from where he sits, sometimes ducking and squeaking when a particularly large gust hits. to keep it from screaming, Loki offers his fingers absently, which the little squidge pulls on with its pudgy arms before ducking low again. ]

Hello there, it seems like we'll be waiting this out for some time considering the weather-type circumstances. While we're all rotting away, etcetera etcetera, I thought we could amuse ourselves with a game. A little bit of team bonding funtimes, so to say. [ he twists a dark nailed hand in the air, gesturing. ]

Soo—oo ... it's called Two Truths and a Lie. How do you play? Glad you asked, it's simple! Give two true statements about yourself and add a lie to the mix, shake it up then toss it out there and see if your team members know you well enough to spot the lie.

Usually this is done with copious amounts of alcohol, but we're lacking at the moment. [ pause. ] But—ah—you could always enjoy the satisfaction of being right. It's not like we're doing much else.

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boneafide

Hello, friends! Or, if we are not already friends, we will be, soon!!

[To those who know him, this is Papyrus. To those who don't… this is Papyrus. He's a walking, talking, magic skeleton.]

I have a request! Since we are on the topic of small things that emit slime…

...Has anyone seen my brother, Sans?

[He pauses, his positive attitude sobering if only for a split second, before it returns in full force.]

I am sure he's just sleeping somewhere! Maybe in a pile of snow, and then is covered over by a new layer- that's happened before. Or… maybe he's still in Oska! I haven't seen him since the mission started, so perhaps we have just left him behind! Of course, he would be so lazy to just forget to attend the missions!!

[Papyrus goes quiet again, looking off-screen at his squidge.]

…I could really use some advice on how to take care of someone younger than me.

giantsheart

So... apparently everyone on the team can see this? King, is it working?

[Here's a young lady on your device's video this morning, outside against the castle wall. You might not even be able to tell she's anything but a young lady, if you aren't the observant type- cause those castle wall stones look much smaller against Diane than they do with most people.]

Some of you are magicians, yeah? From all sorts of worlds? Do any of you have any spells to make things smaller? Spells that last more than seven hours? That's all I wanted to ask.

[There's some fussing with the jewelry that goes on, and Diane seems to be talking to someone (King) out of frame, until she suddenly grows somewhat red in the face, turning back to her magitek feed bristling, reminded of some... others announcements.]

Actually, while I'm at it. If you can all see this, a few more things.

Giants don't eat people.

And if you saw anything the other day, I don't want to hear it!

Goodbye!

[OOC: a bit of 30 foot tall flashing happened in the castle courtyard during the feast, which... you may feel free to have seen, oops.]

babbylon

Hi, everybody!

[A bright and jubilant face awaits you all on the network today. While some features of it may yet prove familiar—that golden hair, those red eyes, snowy white skin—others may not, such as that radiant smile. This is indeed Gilgamesh, looking about 5,000 years younger, and he's very happy to see you! He appears to be sitting on a mountain of Stuff in his room, that stuff being various things he's yanked out of the Gate. Looks like someone's attempted to do some spring cleaning.

Judging from the mess he's made, though, the degree of success he's had may be slightly questionable.]

It sure is exciting around here, huh? We're going to a new planet really soon, and I don't know about you, but I haven't visited too many of those. Guess that makes us real explorers now! Pioneers, even, like in the movies! I always wanted to visit space, see the stars, meet a few aliens...

[Gil dangles his little legs over the side of his bed, humming cheerily.]

What kind of planets have you been to? I mean, if you've been to any. Even talking about your home world would be fine! Me, I'm from Earth.

[Which wasn't too exciting, in his view, and by his guess most everyone was familiar with it already. Anyway, he should probably wrap this up, so—]

I'm looking forward to working with everyone for our super secret mission! Let's have fun and try really hard, okay?~♪ Bye-bye!

[A spirited wave, and... oh! He even blew a kiss. How cute.]

naturallywavy

_{[ God, he cannot even remember the last time he addressed the network as a whole, but here is a video of one wavy haired samurai— eyes half opened as he stares into the camera. He seems to be sitting under a tree, and lifts a hand as a greeting. ]}

Yo.
I’m sure all of you have taken a look at what we’re in for next. I know it’s annoying, but crap like this happens sometimes, and it can’t be helped. You think to escape another season and get off scot-free, then something like this… it happens..

_{[ A dramatic pause. ]}
A baby arc.

Look, the best thing to do is just stay calm when this happens. If you get too nervous, you’ll just be throwing up. And we don’t need that— there’s gonna be plenty of baby puke as it is.
I know some of you are gonna mess this up because it’s nothing you’ve ever gone through before. Some of you aren’t fit to be parents and some of you should probably never procreate anyway. Like you’re the leftover putty that God didn’t know what to really do with and there shouldn’t be miniatures of you existing after your death. That’s okay. _{[ he just insulted a bunch of unnamed people casually, brushing it off with a “that’s okay.” ]}

It’s important that we do this mission right. For those people that are stupid when it comes to care—taking, we will be offering our advice and counsel.

_{[ We? Who is the we he is talking about? Out of nowhere, he pulls this thing into the shot. Yeah, the purple haired blow up doll, which was a gift he received from ALASTAIR some months ago. His voice sounds calm and very polite suddenly: ]}

We’ve been happily taking care of children for years if you need help before the mission starts. Thank you, thank you.

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

wardance

[ Masamune on the video feed looks irritated, but it's hard to tell if his mood is a reflection of what he feels the need to say, the overall status of things, or simply whatever he is (attempting to) eat. It looks like some kind of biscuit but who knows considering the food situation around here other than seafood.

He's standing and it looks like the backdrop of his current location is City Hall. ]

I hate to do this while we're split, but it's probably stuff you will want to all be aware of sooner versus later.

First, our little native friends had nothing to do with the Dakal genocide situation.

Secondly, it's just a hunch [ except not really ], but there might be a couple psychos in the local population over their opinion on worshipping Ryba. So, we might start having a big problem with creepy sacrifice rituals happening to try and gain favor from the sea witch.

[ a short pause as he finally breaks the cracker/chip/wtfever he had been holding between his teeth. ]

If that's not actually already a thing, I mean.

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- nalawi vs dakal war ended 30-50 years ago
- war started several hundred years ago and had been ongoing rather than a full-out constant barrage of attacks on each other (one battle after another, etc.)
- nalanni loves everyone blahblah

- except dakal when they piss her off for trying to destroy her volcano.
- nalawi convinced nalanni has been taken from them against their will
- all "dark magic", such as rituals and sacrifices and reviving the dead, etc. are not known to the nalawi. ryba's domain. nalawi have worshipped nalanni for several thousand years. ryba and others were worshipped before that.
- one council member ran off wearing crazy eyes. female, dark robes. convinced ryba will "save us all". probably a good idea to find her.
- there's a lot of crazy on these islands.

( OOC note )

respired

[ So, that relatively cheerful guy dancing with everybody on the beach--he's gone. He's out of here. Koltira leans forward, his expression pained, jaw clenched. There's a flat piece of wood on the ground beside him with the start of an intricate filigree carved into it, but he's set it aside. He's focused entirely on the jewelry. ]

I feel unwell.

[ His guttural, echoing voice is rougher than usual; he sounds like jagged rocks scraping against each other, and the strange ethereal reverberation does nothing to better the effect.

He's experiencing, for the first time in years, something like fatigue. It's discomfiting, impossible. His kind does not tire. And yet here he is, feeling--not exhausted, but legitimately weary. ]

The ocean is not rife with magic, but it provides some sustenance.

[ He shakes his head, as though trying to clear his vision. Some sustenance. Not enough. ]

If anyone has found other sources, I would know of them.

[ His voice drops to an almost feral growl. ]

Or a solution.

keystaff

[Sakura is sitting on her bed at the inn, stroking a tiny lion cub, courtesy of one Gilgamesh. The last few days have been rather exhausting to say the least, but she's been doing her best to get out and help, while trying to keep in mind Adrien's advice to take a break now and then. Which now is one of those times, as she comes back inside to check on her new pet.]

I really should think of a name for you, you know. I can't just keep calling you 'cub-san'. I'm not sure if Kero-chan might get jealous or confused if I named you after him though....Maybe from that movie? Ah, what does everyone else think? Graham-san, everyone, any ideas?

[And now for the real reason she turned her necklace on.]

Also....um, what happens with birthdays? Do we still get older with ALASTAIR and all? I never thought to ask before, but....[Well. April 1st is her birthday.] Well, it seems important, right? To figuring how old we are and if we need to get presents for our friends. When is everyone else's birthdays anyway?

agrizzlysin

( cw: gore )

uruzology

[ The scene presented via jewelry is within one of the many rooms of the newly refurbished Oska castle. A centaur stands next to the cheerfully roaring fire, presenting a matchingly cheerful smile. ]

It looks like you’ve all lived, although that was a little close there, for some of you. Good work! I knew you could do it.

Now, as you may have noticed by Oska looking quite well around you, the last week was a false reality. Don’t take it personally, that happens to everyone here eventually. We have to make sure recruits are up to snuff. You’re a bit unique as a whole team of greenhorns, though. To be quite honest, I’ve never seen this activity done on such a large scale before. It was impressive, wasn’t it? And don’t worry, any trinkets you may have come across are quite real, and yours to keep if you want them.

So then, to business. I’m Uruz. I’m familiar with some of you already, although I’m afraid that’s one-sided in most cases — I spent a fair bit of time in there with you, but none of you saw me if I was doing my job right. ALASTAIR has asked me and my compatriots, Dagny, Crowley, and Cherenkov, to review your performance within Chantes and rate your work. It’s quite a big job, our to-do with worlds, and we want to make sure we’ve got trustworthy recruits. I’ve attached that for you, please do give it a glance.

( ”ATTACHMENT” )

There we go. On a final note, I’ve been asked to let you know that you’ve got some time to spend in Oska before your next assignment, which is to Nalawi. A lovely place, I’m a bit envious. Enjoy your downtime, and again, good work! I’ve very high hopes for the lot of you.

[ The network is now back up again along with Oska being restored and the weather events ended, and you can find a full description of current Oska right here. Feel free to use this post to thread on, and the NPCs may make a few appearances for direct questions. ]

boneafide

Hello, everyone!

[And to those who have yet to see a talking, walking skeleton, here you go.]

I wanted to first say good job to everyone who helped the villagers to safety! And also thank you to those who helped protect everyone! Everyone really did their best out there, and I think ALASTAIR will be very proud of us! I know I am. Hopefully now there can be attempts for real peace between the humans and the goblins!

[Although he doesn't agree exactly on the way everything went down, there's no point in bringing that up when he's trying to congratulate everyone.]

I do have another thing I wanted to ask, though.

[He rubs subconsciously at his wrist, and continues.]

I haven't heard from Koltira at all. I've tried calling him a few times, but he isn't answering his phone. So if anyone has seen him in the past few days, please let me know! I am worried about him.

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. ]

servant

[It's the first time that Merlin's broadcasted a video of his own, normally content to just poke his nose into others. He's sitting at a table, chin propped up on his fist, the universal pose of Deep Thought.]

I've been thinking a lot lately. [And that would be the point where Arthur would inevitably have something to say about that. It feels...odd, being able to continue without interruption. And not in an entirely good way.] About the humans and the goblins, but mostly about those who found themselves caught in-between. It's difficult, living your life in secret, wondering where you fit in, if you fit in at all.

[He's getting that wounded bear face again, a long expression with sad round eyes.]

I'm not trying to excuse anything terrible that's been done. By anyone. I was only wondering if anyone else knows what it's like to feel like an outcast.

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