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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?

paintjobs

[It's a nice hello from your local, not-Zymandis robots! You know, the ones on your side that you shouldn't be slaughtering! Luckily, they look a lot different, right?

Anyway, it's Knock Out and Zenyatta together in a room that looks like it's near the library, and upon the table behind them is one of the Shielders, as well as a T15. Both appear rather... dissected, at this point. Zenyatta addresses the network, while Knock Out, still picking over the insides of the Shielder, ignores it.]

Greetings.

Although I know this may not have been a popular topic... I had been interested in the level of consciousness of our enemies. Thank you, Keith, for assisting in not harming these units fatally. With help from Knock Out, I was able to see if the Zymandis robots were capable of any thoughts of their own, or had any direction besides their orders. They did not. Perhaps that is for the best.

[There’s movement from behind as Knock Out finally gives up on his patient (“patient”) and leans in to loom over Zenyatta and share the feed. He looks pretty pleased with himself as he speaks.]

They did bring us a little gift, though. Both of these machines have connectivity ports in them — don’t worry, I’ve disabled the transmitter, they’re only receiving data at the moment. And it looks like they’re receiving straight from Zymandis… assuming Zymandis is a moving point. A warship, maybe. They’re all the rage for destructive organizations. [He pauses to quirk a brow.] So, if nothing else, we know where not to go galavanting off to.

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!]

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.

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???]

cassieology

hello my little sibs!! i'm afraid i have some bad news o(╥﹏╥)o

as u know our dearest oska is typically invisible to the bad guys!! this usually works out super well and in fact it still does but ... BUT (∩︵∩)

OK so

remember those slug people you brought back from your last mission?? the people with slugs in their heads i guess that is more accurate and sensitive. we managed to save a lot of them (▰˘◡˘▰) and that's good!! but then, before we finished, some of them got out!! and that's bad. they just slipped right out of our hands, like slippery fish

or ... slimy slugs ◔_◔

so they got free before their heads got fixed and THEN THEY WENT ON A RAMPAGE ヾ(ﾟдﾟ)ﾉ

long story short: cloaking devices disabled from the inside!! reinforcements called!! chaos!! madness!! lots of fighting for like,, the past week

(seriously it's been sooo bad lmao)

and, well, we need help! initially we shut it all down so that these nasty zymandis slugs couldn't call for more fucking backup AND so we could give the other teams a proper warning (like this one, lol) before we let you in again

so get your knives out or your spells or your swords or whatever cool thing you have in your armory bc it's time to kick some ass ᕙ(⇀‸↼)ᕗ

(mostly robot ass)

(but still)

we'll call you in soon, so finish up with all those cute kitties and get ready to roll out!!

CASSIE, OVER (►.◄)

flashbanging

[ McCree's just lounging somewhere outside in catland, maybe in a quiet corner of one of the plazas. Far from the meowing crowd. He's got his cigarillo dangling from the corner of his mouth, and he puffs on it intermittently, looking thoughtful. ]

Gotta say, this is a real nice little respite after all the mess we just got through. These cats have been mighty hospitable, too, and it was good of'em to take us in.

[ A pause. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ]

But, y'know ... just between you and me, I'm really more of a dog person.

fourscores

[Jhin doesn't seem interested in giving a proper introduction, merely getting straight to the point of why he's making this post.]

Now that everyone's had some time to relax, I'd say it's as good a time as any to get to know each other a bit better. We're all supposed to be a team and yet it's not particularly difficult to simply avoid contact with each other. While I am certain that does have its benefits, I imagine at least knowing who your teammates are, is as equally beneficial.

As such, Peter and I have decided to host a little... party of sorts. There will be team building activities if that's your thing, or simply come learn everyone's names if you're so inclined. Though I'm certain no one will judge you if you merely choose to show up for the food.

[People are probably pretty tired of seeing Parker's face at this point, but sucks for them, because here it is again.]

Our kitty-hosts gave us the go ahead, so, we might as well use our downtime for something productive. After all is said and done, we thought we'd utilize out newfound team skills in a game of Capture the Flag, basically. It's worth a shot, right? So... let us know if you have questions, or ... you think you'd want to come.

keystaff

[So. Yeah, this whole virus mess sure was a thing. Sakura's resting on her bed with a book next to her when she turns on her jewelry.It's clear she's tired but...some what recovering and feeling better from the exhaustion of recent events, even if she herself wasn't infected. But more than that recovering fatigue is something like relief, which shows more obviously in her features even amid the tiredness at her eyes initially as she sits up a little straighter.]

...I had my birthday again the other day. Or, I think so. The timing is kind of weird, since I feel like I only just had my birthday recently in starting high school back home and all. But...I guess this makes me fourteen?

But that's not what I really wanted to say. I just wanted to thank everyone. For helping out. Because we all worked together, we managed to figure out a cure and all, so. Hopefully from now, the people here will manage, that they will be okay even if it might take a little for them to recover. For us too, since I know some of us recruits were sick too. It wasn't easy but....this is why, I think we could handle whatever missions ALASTAIR give us, when we come together like that. We're helping so many people. That's why, even if it's difficult...I believe in us.

Um. I hope those who were sick are feeling better now though. Let me know if I can help any of you! I can heal, so. If anyone was hurt or something during all that....

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! )

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. )

endeudado

[ This apartment may look a bit familiar. It's certainly the same one that Kaz was in in his previous post. This time however, the message features Jesper. Still decked out in his awesome 90s clothes, b-t-dubs. Yes, there are riots out there. And yeah, riots suck. But Jesper looks like he's doing pretty ok, thanks for asking. ]

Hey, so I know you guys are a real generous bunch. [ He grins. ] This might sound like a weird request, but given the way people were hoarding them back at the supermarket, I figure everybody's stocking up on canned food, right? Since I guess the food inside takes forever to spoil.

[ He shrugs. Yes, he was one of the people who looted the DollarClub. No, he does not look any worse for the wear. Instead Jesper produces a can of beans for the magitek. It's empty, actually, but he gives it a little spin if anyone needs to take a closer look before putting it down on the couch. ]

So I thought to myself, 'Jesper, I bet a lot of people are gonna just throw those cans away after they're done with them,' and that's a real shame. So if anybody has empty cans laying around, think you could send them my way?

[ He smiles again, this time the can seems to, um. Float? In mid-air? Does he know he's doing that? ]

I promise, they're for a good cause.

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.

slapfight

Since we have our new marching orders, and are preparing to depart relatively soon, I feel as if I should go on record admitting my one weakness.

[she makes an agitated noise.] I'm not good at blending in.

[she holds up her hands, suddenly excited.]

But! But I have learned that the one thing that sets me apart is that I'm considered to be very funny. So by using my natural gift for comedy, I will surely keep the natives off guard while we plan out our strategies.

The problem is I don't have many jokes. The one about the chicken, while hilarious, will probably lose its charm after awhile, so in the name of preserving teamwork, I ask of you, my fellow Audentes, to give me, the great and lovable Peridot, your best jokes.

mutemail

[ The magitek had made the most sense to him as a kind of smartwatch, so that's why he's talking up into his wrist right now, sitting somewhere in the village by himself. He's looking particularly scruffy, like he hasn't bothered to shave the entire few weeks he's been here.

He's having a hard time, obvious from his face even before he says morosely, ]

Couldn't be with my family in the first place, but at least I knew... where they were. You know, in relation to me? One of those cliche 'we're looking at the same stars' kind of things.

[ He tongues one of his canines, wrinkling his nose. Not the kind of sentiment he was usually good for, but it's how he feels even if it sounds like it's out of a kids book. ]

I'm homesick. Been homesick a long time. Want to see my kids. Anybody else out there got kids? I promise not to get my wallet out again with the pictures. Just wanted to... commiserate.

webdesigned

If you knew her, Gwen is gone. Transferred.

( that seems to be pretty much all he has to say on the matter, but what he isn't saying is clearly obvious on his face. he's upset, eyes red and a little dark, like maybe he hasn't been sleeping well. he hasn't been.

he knows she's not dead, and yet, considering that he might never see her again, it sort of feels like it. how long will he spend mourning Gwen Stacy? forever, probably.

he wishes he could point out Spider-Woman is gone, too. she'd made connections as both. but he can't — those who miss the masked version will have to figure out she's gone on their own. )

If there's anybody that cares, I could use some help with our little dudes. They're close to hatching, I think. It's better if someone is there to meet them when they do. ( he's talking about the squidges, and the observant will notice that's where he is — hanging out near the squidge park. he's been here a lot lately if one can find him at all. if you can't, well, he's probably somewhere on top of the castle where you're not likely to get to him. )

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