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[ username reads: wanda ]

[ Having had time to recover from the fight, Wanda looks no worse for wear. She's outside in the abandoned village, out of the glare of sunlight, moving her fingers slowly. Thin red wisps of hex energy weave around her fingers. A small rock, part of a doorframe, and a water bottle are moving in a slow, lazy circle like they're being turned on an invisible Ferris wheel. ]

[ She's quiet at first, concentrating. Then, she pulls the water bottle into one hand. The other two objects keep circling. ]

What is this called, where you are from?

[ Her mouth curves in dry amusement. ]

Is it magic?

apoptotic

My wife has pointed out we seem to be shorter these days on mechanics and engineers. [ the video captures anakin working with something in his hands. ] With our impending return to battle, my old offer stands: I can make any repairs or upgrades to existing tech. I can also build new designs, but those might take time depending on the complexity.

[ #humblebrag ]

While on the subject, I doubt I'm the only one who's fought droid armies before. It'd be good to compare tactics; the invaders might be similar to known designs.

[ like the ones in the sewer, although those had been mindlessly obedient to their programming. he regrets not pulling one out now to take apart and study.

anakin pauses here as if debating adding anything else. he could simply turn off the feed; he could also have to contend with his wife's disapproval. or rather, more of it.

so, ]

Contact me for details. My name is Anakin Skywalker.

deemed

So we are to fight. [Odinson is freshly bathed, his hair tied back in a knot. There's a new light in his eyes at the promise of this. Killing robots is a task well-suited to him. This he can do.]

Being newly-come to this group, I know few of you, and few of you know me. I would know the skills and knowledge of those I will fight alongside. Or die alongside, if this enemy is truly so formidable. [The half-smile that follows indicates he doesn't quite believe that's a possibility.]

Myself, I am Odinson, of Asgardia, God of Thunder. [There's the slightest hesitation there, for anyone who'll notice such a thing. Something unsaid.] I have fought across the nine realms of my universe, and will fight here with hammer or blade or my fists until the enemy is routed or I am slain. If any wish to spar or learn to fight in the days before we are summoned to Oska, you have only to call on me.

Likewise, any tacticians or those with knowledge of Oska or the enemy, share your knowledge. We ought have some plan before we are shipped back. [Is that sarcasm???]

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]

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.)

heelies

[There appears the grave countenance of Achilles, son of Peleus, his princely features marred by grief. His eyes are rimmed red and below them sink dark purple hollows. His beard is untrimmed and his golden curls, once long and flowing, hang choppy about his ears, hacked off by his own hand. Yet still he stands with shoulders squared and chin held high, as befits one who speaks before the assembly, and still his voice rolls forth like the iron-grey clouds that fill the sky before a storm falls.]

I come bearing unhappy news amidst a sea of unhappy news - but for me, no news could be more unbearable than this. An honorable man lies dead, overpowered in all his power, victim to one of the flesh-hungry who strike fear in the breast of this city. This was Menoetius' son Patroclus, my dear brother in arms...my partner in life. He was not long among this crew, and thus if you have no other cause for lament, then lament that you are robbed the opportunity to know him for a friend.

Yet now you might meet him through my words, I who have known him for the better part of my life and love him as I love my own life. Among the Achaeans there never was a kinder man: he cared more for the man beside him than for himself, and what he had he shared generously with friend and stranger alike. Almighty Zeus, bright-eyed Athena, and Apollo the lord of light always received supplication and libation enough from his hands. With so worthy a man gone down to the House of Hades, the country of the living is left far poorer.

In this nation flung so far from my fatherland, strange enough that the shores of windy Ilios seem almost friendly, I have not the riches I once possessed. I cannot give so grand a funeral as I would wish, as great-hearted Patroclus deserves, like that which I gave on the headland over the Hellespont. There a thousand men harnessed in bronze bore the son of Menoetius to his pyre, each one's heart filled with a dirge, while my deathless mother and all of the daughters of Nereus rose from the sea wailing and beating their breasts - but who in this land shall mourn him so? The honors I heap upon him here shall be only a pale shadow of all that he is worth, and for this my grief grows twofold.

If you have any respect for the dead and for the laws decreed by the gods, then hear my plea. A pyre must be built that my dear friend may pass proper into the House of Hades. At present he wanders lost by death's gates, the Acheron's distant shore far out of reach. How can I rest while he who is dearest to me suffers unwearying? Thus, his pyre must be built today. There is more than space enough in Oakwood Park, which lies to the west. I need strong men to stack the timbers, whatever wood can be found, and others to assist in the slaughter of the oxen, that the rich blood may make sacred the flame. None need worry about drawing the curious eyes of the Woodhurstians, for Sieglinde the Green Witch shall shield the area from sight by her clever magic.

All who come to honor Menoetius' gallant son are welcome to feast afterward. To fill my stomach when my heart is so empty is hateful to me, but what food and wine I have I shall freely share with any who proves a friend to my dear companion even in death.

[CLIFFS NOTES VERSION: His not-at-all-platonic life partner is dead (again), so anyone who lends a hand in performing Ancient Greek funeral practices shall be fed a hearty dinner of oxen kebabs. I will post a log for the funeral this weekend, but that will mostly provide narrative for the various rituals and handle the aftermath. You are more than welcome to assume your character's involvement there or in the feast that follows. If you have any questions or would like to plot, please PM this journal or find me on Discord at aristosachaion#4902!

EDIT 3/15: I have come down with a fever and am slightly dying, but nevertheless I will do my best to persist in answering these tags. Sorry for the delay!]

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. )

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 )

fateality

Now, I'm sure we've done something like this before sometime ago, but you know how it is; people come, people go, and we get new faces all the time. So it's a little hard to keep track of y'all sometimes.

But here we are, and I've god a question.

There's a good lot of us that got magic in us before ALASTAIR made, ah, any offerings as such. Maybe even got some magic in your world, sure.

Suffice it to say, I got some interest in what kind there is -- and what magic is like where you're from. How it works. The variety, the limits.

Always good to know about the trade elsewhere, as it were.

selfimage

Hello there.

[ Loki's standing on the porch of the ashen saloon, black bones against a dusky horizon. ]

Another day saved, another mission over ... [ he says it in an "all in a day's work" sort of tone. a finger twists and he gestures outward. ]

As the story continues! [ the drawl comes from his lips slowly, as if for dramatic effect. ]

We've met our arch-foes, saved a part of the fractured multiverse from apparent destruction and preserved the integrity of the timeline—erm, hopefully on the last two, anyway. In light of current events, and while we all cool down, I thought we'd play with a little fun hypothetical to stimulate conversation. Call it something that's been on my mind. So, riddle me this, Audentes ...

If saving a world meant destroying it—you know, kind of like a hard reset—what would you do? Would you do it, let it die and get coffee instead, or would you fight with tooth and axe for its survival, despite all odds? All methods in between, of course, feel free to be creative.

[ sometimes, some things remind him all too much of Ragnarok. ]

forcevisions

[ Everyone's camping. That's fun, isn't it? Well, before people get ahead of themselves, there's some more news that's waiting. Following Keith and Rey's conversation—and Keith being set right about their shared misconceptions thanks to some clarifications from ALASTAIR—they've finally regrouped enough for … this. If you've ever wondered how good Keith is at sharing information, it's probably along the lines of "not good."

So, this should be good, basically. (At least he has Rey to back him up.)

The two of them are sitting side by side on the outskirts of camp so that they can make their announcement undisturbed. Keith's sporting a warmer jacket and Rey was all but swallowed in the hood of her ALASTAIR uniform, which fit ill now in the light of the doubts that the holodisc shed on them.

After a beat of them … sitting there, Keith awkwardly clears his throat in what sounds like an ineffectual manner: ]

Uh, hey. We have something to tell you all today. [ A beat. Another beat. He glances toward Rey, as if he suddenly feels like she's the one who should talk.

While Rey clearly doesn’t appreciate the hand-off, her shoulders rustling as she composes herself, she can’t deny the responsibility. She directs her gaze towards him for a moment, wrestling with something, before she relents. ]

I made a mistake. [ It seems the simplest place to start when most of them had seen precisely what happened with the Reverend. ] We need to make sure that none of you repeat it. When I killed … [ She can’t muster that admission, not properly, not in this context. So she starts again. ] When the Reverend died, something came out of him. Some kind of parasite.

[ Right, he knows Rey's body language enough to realize where he should probably help. If if were anyone else, that might not be the case, but somehow, they've become friends. It's an odd thing for him, and when she finishes speaking, he preps himself. All right, he can do this. He can do this. ]

The parasite is called the Taraxa. I didn't get a chance to look at a holodisc I found until after the fighting war over, and um, I'm sorry for not coming forward sooner. We wanted to check back with ALASTAIR first. [ He pauses here, but briefly. ]

Anyway, the Taraxa are supposed to be a peaceful group now. They've worked with ALASTAIR via some temporary hosts as spies, but obviously, none of us would call the Deemers peaceful. Rey and I don't know what happened, or if these are some … special branch that decided to go rogue. I don't know. But I think we've got a bigger mess to deal with here than just the mines and mining. [ He offers Rey a brief glance. Keith can't even begin to guess what the Deemers are really doing. He can't. But between the fires and disappearances, he figures they can't just ignore this. ]

They’re also supposed to have hosts that they build instead of steal, but that’s obviously not the case. It’s possible but dangerous to communicate with them because they follow a hivemind they consider their Mother, which is red instead of ... [ Grimly, she raises the dessicated carcass of the beige slug she’d evinced from the Reverend’s corpse. It seemed an odd thing, now, to hold onto it like some kind of trophy, but she hadn’t been ready to let it go, as if holding onto the horror of what she had done. ] Though there’s no clear way to tell when you’re dealing with a Mother while she’s in a host, as far as I can tell.

Until we know more, travel in pairs, and try to avoid lethal force; the Deemers aren’t acting of their own free will.

Or … their hosts aren't, anyway. I guess it's really the same thing, huh? Most importantly, if you have a way of scanning people's brains, let us know. It wasn't clear in the file how to stop them exactly, but heat and salt seem like our best bets. Uh, death and decapitation work, too, but I think we're gonna try to avoid that from now on.

[ Sulky silence quieted Rey, on that note, and she ended the transmission abruptly. ]

[ ooc; if it isn't clear, Rey and Keith. ]

ex_adept136

It's occurred to me that since our membership shifts and our backgrounds vary so much, it might be good to compare what we're capable of. More to the point, I was thinking we might be able to help each other pick up relevant skills, if not hone the ones we already have.

If people are looking to train or think they could help others, why don't we discuss that here? I know at least a few of us don't have backgrounds in combat, for example. On our first day here I met someone who wasn't familiar with firearms but might get good use out of the skill, for another.

In my case, I have experience training others and can help with hand-to-hand combat. I can work with people ranging from average human strength to well above it. I've got some skill with swords and knives, but I wouldn't compare that to someone who specializes in them, and that's something I'd like to work on. In terms of non-combative skills, if someone wants to work on something like cooking, I'm reasonably helpful there.

Let's see how we can help each other improve.

[ooc: Please feel free to thread-hop/jack here, that's what this is for!]

strictdiscipline

[Instead of any person, the scene presently on the screen is of a backpack lying in the snow, overflowing with child leashes in a variety of different colors and patterns. The voice that pipes up has about as much warmth as the chill tundra wind and is just loud enough to cut through the continued wailing of infant squidges nearby.]

It appears that some of our superiors question our ability to properly watch over these small creatures.

[Though if the delivery was sent in earnest rather than as a practical joke, she can't say she disagrees with the assessment, at least not with regards to a certain subsection of Team Audentes. (Fortune might favor the bold, but it certainly won't favor anyone lacking basic common sense as far as she's concerned.)

Regardless, she presses on.]

While I should hope that none of you will need one at the moment [judging u if you put a leash on ur infant squidge tbh] some of you may find them necessary at a later point in this mission. There seem to be enough for each recruit to have one.

[Unfortunately.

A brief pause follows, enough time for a resigned sigh.]

With that said, if you are concerned about caring for a living being, I'm sure there are several of us willing to provide advice.

(ooc: i bought a bunch of child leashes as an ac reward as i was completely out of ideas, feel free to handwave your character grabbed one.)

12inches

[ (ooc: this is a VLR spoiler if anyone... cares..? game's years old but the sequel's coming up this week so just being safe.) ]

Hey now that things have died down a little

I know a lot of you here have crazy magic superpowers of some sort or another, so I'm kinda looking for some advice of the psychic variety...

wait that came out wrong I don't want my palm read or anything, I mean like. is there anyone here that's psychic [ god that sounds dumb ] that I could get some advice from... psychic to psychic. I guess technically esper to esper if anyone's heard that word before seriously hit me up I need to talk

but I feel like that's a long shot so, longer story short right before I got here I kinda got a lot of shit that I don't understand in the slightest dumped on me with no manual and no receipt, and up until recently I haven't really been giving it much thought but now... I donno I'm just way out of my depth here and I want to try and turn that around, I feel like getting the hang of this is a step in the right direction. if I've got it I should put it to use right??

So if any of you know anything about like... telepathy or clairvoyance (??) or alternate universes/timelines or the ""morphogenetic field"" I'm literally just throwing out buzzwords now or even if you can just like, mentally trigger your powers... can we talk? like is there something you focus on, do you feel different, is there anything you did/do to train it besides constant repetition bc I'm not sure how to even pull that off... I don't entirely know what I'm asking, I really don't have the vernacular for this kinda thing yet.

nothing might even remotely relate but it's worth a try. thanks in advance guys.

winces

[ apologies, alastair, but this particular video will start off with a sharp (but brief!) squeal of joy.

it takes a second, but eventually the hologram will focus, and the image of a very excited-looking olivia will come into view. for those that have known her before this, she might appear a little different than she did before, but there is definitely no mistaking that kind of bubbley, nervous energy, the kind she can barely seem to contain right now. ]

Ohmygosh, hi! It's so good to be back...

[ nothing against nalawi, of course, but those extra three months behind had been tough on her more sentimental heart. she missed you guys!!

the more perceptive ones might have noted her absence in oska (though it had only been for two days), though she is hardly the only case of random absence then sudden reappearance among their number. she does, however, come with news!

apologies for the following gushing... ]( cut for gushing... smh )

[ ah. is she getting a little misty-eyed from how unbelievably awesome everyone is? IT'S JUST SO NICE TO HAVE GOOD THINGS TO REPORT ABOUT OKAY... after all the sadness that had been their mission... ]

A-Anyway. It's — been a while, hasn't it? I think? [ she glances around where she is (the area where the main celebration had been happening) and frowns a little. ] But not as long as it was for us. Time's kind of funny like that, I guess.

[ ...ah. speaking of good news: ]

Oh. Just in case any of you were worried — I asked Dagny about it a while ago. She told me that when ALASTAIR recruits are returned to their worlds, we'll be brought back to the exact moment we'd fallen into the rift. So it'll be like we never left. So, um. That's a little comforting, I think? We don't have to worry about anyone worrying about us.

[ it's good news... but it's also a bit bittersweet. since maybe of them are still here, stuck. but though her voice has grown a bit more somber, she still puts on a smile. good things now. now's the time to focus on good things! ]

Anyway... I'll be around, if anyone has any more questions about the Nalawi, or anything like that! You can ask any of the others who stayed behind, too, they'll probably be able to give you better information actually, heh...

( ooc; feel free to respond here, or approach her here. threadjack, stalk, go crazy! also I APOLOGIZE if i missed anybody/any details... ;A; pls inform me or blame it on olivia's flightiness... )

figureitout

[ Good day, recruits! Today, the network graces you with the image of a teenager, sitting in front of... a wide array of weird things. There's a pile of coconuts, some broken tree branches and some obsidian scattered around him. Stiles' expression can be best described as a determined grimace, and the brief wave he gives before starting to talk is haphazard at best. ]

Okay, so-- I don't know about you guys, but I'm definitely not going to wait around for the goddesses to get wind of what the Timeline told us to do, so I thought I'd, uh, start a self-defense... thing. In case Ryba decides she'd rather get rid of all of us before we even start thinking about getting rid of her.

[ Not that he is all that opposed to killing both Ryba and Nalanni, really; if the goddesses are gone, the world survives. If they live, the world dies. If they're sent somewhere else, who knows if the same thing happens there, too, and they just inflict this same situation on some unsuspecting planet. He has no trouble picking out the lesser evil here. ]

I wasn't around when people were building the bomb, but I heard the bomb itself was fine, even if the result wasn't. I still need some more stuff [ he gestures at the pile of things in front of him, a pile decidedly lacking some necessary ingredients ] and no clue how to get them so... I guess my point here is, those who were involved in building the bomb? Some help would be helpful.

[ It seems like that's going to be it, but then the video swims back into focus, almost like another thought has occurred to him. ] Also, before anyone gets on my case about "how can you do that we can't kill anyone", please notice how I said self-defense. That means exactly what it sounds like, I'm building these to make sure no one kills me. Or, uh, anyone else out of the recruits, actually. I mean, have you seen me? I'm not exactly goes-out-to-kill-people material. [ As in, he has literally zero knowledge in martial arts or shooting a gun or any powers whatsoever. (Nogitsune notwithstanding, he's trying very hard not to think of that.) Sarcasm is his only defense... outside of the bombs, thankyouverymuch. ]

Oh, and if anyone has a clue if these even work against divine beings, now'd be a good time to tell me. [ Loki, he's looking at you. You and everyone else god-material around here. ]

( ooc: stiles doesn't know it, but the bombs do work! and if anyone would like the threads to go from video to action and help building the bombs, that is a-okay with me! for anything else regarding the use of these particular bombs, hit me up over on plurk @

celen c: )

historiology

Ah, hopefully I'm getting this right....I've only ever replied to others before this. But -- I think I've got it! Hey everyone. I'm Sorey. Been here a while, with some friends from home at least - Edna, Mikleo, and Dezel. Alisha too. But I'm not here to talk about them.

I was talking to Dagny -- one of the people working with ALASTAIR, when she and the Timeline were telling us what they think we should do. I don't want to have to kill anyone -- god or otherwise. But if it does come to that, we can at least prepare. Prepare the Nalawi to survive without their powers. Teach them some of the skills we know. I could teach them to hunt. To fight. Or -- they don't seem to need much if any help in that regard, but....you know. I figured if everyone has something they're good at, that we can pass on to them, it would help them a lot. If the Timeline was right. What does everyone else think? I think it's worth a try.

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.

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