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[There's video for once! The familiar brash, adolescent voice now matches with a (bruised) face: a screen half full of white hair, golden eyes, dog ears, and an incredibly sour expression. Does he have fangs when he talks? They look like fangs.]

If you're missin' a room full of people, I can tell you right where they are.

[It's hard to lean back when the comm device is attached to a necklace, but Inuyasha does anyway. Behind him is a crowded cell. Everyone's able to see some familiar Rost faces and Larson, some other civilians, as well as Hayame and Odinson.

Hayame, who looks shockingly less like a horse and more like a human, glares from afar, and if it could kill, it would have destroyed Inuyasha on the spot probably. On the other hand, it's a normal day for Odinson; he's indifferent to being stuck in a cell.]

I don't plan on rotting in here with anybody else, and this is all just pissin' me off. [This is, like, his preemptive warning to the guild or whatever.] We're two seconds away from busting out of here, and I don't care how we do it.

forcevisions

[ Rey has her hood pulled up to stave off the ever-present rain pouring down in sheets on the upper levels of Drakstaden. Over her shoulder, half visible, is the tall, slouching figure of Kylo Ren. ]

We went digging in the Vakdir headquarters and got our hands on their patrol schedule. [ There's a file attached — the video of her and Kylo going through it on the terminal inside the Vakdir HQ, so it'll show any guild members interested in it the same schedule they'd seen. ]

Nothing on the Prime Minister's detail, unfortunately. [ Her nose crinkles as she says this. She's clearly not satisfied without that piece, but at least this facilitates their work here. ] But this should make moving around without getting spotted a little easier.

[ Or harder, if you're the kind of person to see a cluster of guards and run towards whatever they're watching instead of away. ]

[ ooc; per exploration, what this means — Kylo Ren and Rey successfully find the assignments and patrol schedules for the next few weeks. You can safely assume that they (and whomever they share this information with!) can avoid encountering Vakdir patrols if they reference the schedule. ]

predomination

Helloooo, Guild Ophelia~!

[Yep, it’s Urahara. Everyone’s favorite jackass, beaming at the camera in all his be-buckethatted glory] It looks like I perfected my latest project just in time. I call it-

[And here he holds up what looks like a tiny computer chip, as he speaks with a booming flourish:] Project Fey! Turn the Enemies Against One Another!

[If you’re embarrassed by him, trust me… you definitely should be. It’s a natural reaction]

It’s a specialty chip designed to attach to the cleaning robots that activates when they start up. If we plant these little doodads in government buildings, then we have a chance to spy on officials and find out information without endangering anyone else. We’ll be able to see if there’s any incriminating evidence we can leak to the masses to get the upper class to turn to our side as well.

Of course, it’s a really daunting task, and I couldn’t hope to do it all by myself, so if anyone feels up to being sneaky, we need people to get into places to put these chips in the cleaning robots, as well as a few hands on deck to make extra chips with Rost's help, and sift through the data. And fighters to protect all of our backs! Every little bit helps.

And you should all thank Maya-san for inspiring this~

[ooc: player plot is live! more information, including details and timeline, can be found here]

epistolatory

I understand that this messaging forum has been provided to us as a convenient method of coordinating plans and sharing information among ourselves both before and during missions, given that there is no centralised command structure.

However, I also believe that it is used informally to poll and survey guild members more casually, to gather information on member opinions, beliefs and lifestyles.

I have been asked by a few people about my own world, but I find myself lacking in education enough to describe it to others, with this place being the only other frame of reference I have to go off of.

Therefore, I would like to ask others to describe their own worlds to me, in reference to this one, so that I might better understand how it might be done, and how my own seems to fit into the larger picture.

Thank you.

followhim

let's hear some thoughts and feelings about truces. you know, for the mission. we've gotta get these guys to get along somehow.

[yeah it's definitely not like a personal issue or anything don't be weird.]

hedonistic

eyyyy sup ophelia
so we've got a war to stop and all and that's important and whatever, but i was thinking
something like half of us must be complete strangers to each other, right?
so when you wanna take a break from politics and beating up ogres and shit, let's play a game as an icebreaker!

anyone ever hear of truth or dare?
each person has to pick one or the other when they reply, and if they pick truth it means they have to answer a question completely honestly
if they pick dare, they have to fulfill one challenge, no questions asked
and nobody better cheat, cause i've got lie detecting powers and i'll know~♥

[No, he doesn't. But the newbies don't need to know that, okay.]

to make things fun, you gotta take a selfie or do a video of yourself doing your dare, or it doesn't count

i'll start
first person to reply can challenge me to a dare before taking their turn

moneyballer

ay yo ladieeeeez 😜 hay hay hAY hayyyyyy ✋✋✋ if any of u girly gals need a STUDMUFFIN ✔️✔️✔️✔️ 2 help sell the whole baws asssz upper class B I A T C H than g thang thaaaaang 💁 dis boi got an 🍑 dat won't quit and a lotta lurve ❤️❤️❤️ 4 his new teamies so holla atcho homie if u need a little man 🍭 hangin around while u strut ur stuff

*and PS NO 🐵 bidness, i'm taken, ok? yee thnk u

skeet skeet

webdesigned

[The feed flickers on rather suddenly, tracing over a burned down campfire with a few footsteps spread here and there. Not all of them are worth tracking, though, some are from the party members that had stumbled on the campfire in the first place. There's some hushed discussion just behind, though nothing really clear enough to understand. Don't worry, though, Peter is more than happy to address the rest of the team.

The camera swings to him, instead of the remnants of a fire. He waves — and then he's down to business.]

Yo. [Just kidding, apparently he had to greet everyone first. For once he does not announce both of his names, instead diving right into their discovery.] So, we were poking around the Flowerlands, and in here past a few ogres, maybe three, wasn't counting, we found... something, that's for sure.

There's this fire, though it seems like it's been dead awhile. We also found a note...

[He pauses to pick it up, and despite having no clue how to read it, the handy magitek translator fills it in for him.]

Mentions a, Tsukiko? Kaori? ... and that the group camping here regrets not "convincing any of the Flowerlands Guard to their side" before they moved on to another checkpoint, where they want to meet the other two.

[There's a bit more to the note, he's paraphrasing a bit, but feel free to ask him to read it exactly if you'd like to know.]

It seems they feared the women of the Flowerlands were suspicious of their activities in this area... but. There was also this. Do excuse me, Peter-

[The young girl sitting next to your broadcaster interjects, leaning into frame and holding up a ring pinched between two fingers. A signet ring, with marine-themed markings of the Sea Clan.]

Of course, we cannot say this is proof, per se, but. Considering the news brought to us about those who carried out the ambush...

[Right. It does look, at the very least, a little fishy. haha. get it.... sorry. Peter nods, and glances Sieglinde's way.]

Yeah. Thanks, Sieg. [Is it too soon for nicknames in their budding friendship? whoops...] That's it for now.

ooc: peter is blue and Sieglinde is green! this search happened after the ambush and the fire is of the group that was responsible for the attacks at the festival, per mods. scott, anthy, or clark could interject on this post as well since the search happened together! go wild!

sadgay

Quick poll: if you received a scroll claiming to be instructions for a magic spell, what would you think are the odds that it's some elaborate joke?

For clarification, this isn't entirely hypothetical.

kisha

It seems this world is similar to my own.

I will take your questions, before one of you ends up causing an incident.

If you plan to actually attempt to blend in here... find me. You will need far more than just words to guide you.

[No offense, but she's seen how some of you act... and some of your dressing attempts.

Though her attempt at offering to help maybe isn't that much better.]

forcevisions

Did anyone else find something weird in their rooms? I think someone was in mine.

[ ooc; feel free to threadjack & mingle accordingly if you want to do fun/cute threads about this ]

argenteums

Hi!!

[ Surprisingly cheery greeting, but why not, right? He's been eager to make this post for a while, but now that he has the time... ]

So there's lots of folks here who have been here for a while. That's cool and all. Power to you, folks! Had a question. How do you know when it's a birthday? You see, I have a friend! And I think his birthday's coming up soon. A lot of people here are friends with him, so I was thinking of doing something nice.

[ Not that he has much to do with, he's been running around like a headless chicken for a while now. ]

Maybe like a little get together? Cake? Can we get cake that's not made of lizard flesh here? I'd like that. I can't bake... or we could just get hamburgers... ~~Iggy will be so mad but it's Noct's birthday, man~~ [ That last bit is removed. ]

How do you guys do it? What's the best spot to have a little party 'round here? Let me know? Please?! I only have three days!!

[ Attached is a drawing of a cute little chocobo with cute eyes. ]

Little Boko says thanks!

Current Mood: amused

webdesigned

so, its my birthday next wednesday

& dont get me wrong? not a big deal, i guess, its just a day, i forgot it even happened last year, but

thats the whole thing. ive gone from 19 to 21 here, that's longer than i ever imagined staying, which has left me thinking about how long ive been here

what was your favorite mission? what do you think youve learned, from being here? who have you met that youre going to miss when you go home? what moment sticks with you the most? or, idk, anything you wanna talk about. we always get stuck on the negative stuff,
& i get it, its easy to get stuck there

but there is more than that. & i think that its important for us to remember that.

so, i will go first, i guess. i think my favorite mission was zeta-12. definitely. the squidges are great and i still think about it there sometimes. it was nice feeling like we made a difference there and helped that species continue. if youre curious, here is beaker and scooter now.

( there's a picture attached of two full-grown squidges, apparently holding hands and puzzling over a plant native to Zeta-12. be glad it's text mode, or Peter might be getting misty about his alien baby. )

ive learned that there is no such thing as protecting someone from the truth. im going to miss my friends. i already miss some of them that have transferred. im going to miss my boyfriend, though he may or may not kill me for using that word and then i wont have to miss anybody. and... i think woodhurst is always going to stick with me the most.

so, thats me. im sure we all have our own stories. id like to hear them, if you wanna share.

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. ]

dbag

Hi, guys! Okay, so, I got a present the other day, and it gave me an idea — a really good one, if I do say so myself — and I think— okay, I need to sort of introduce you to it a little bit first, just hang tight. How many of you have heard ooof... tabletop?

[ He holds up a big rule book; STRAP IN, FOLKS, IT'S ABOUT TO GET CRUNK IN HERE. ]

It's called 'Bunkers and Badasses' and it's a cool game for cool people, don't let anybody tell you otherwise. You pick the class you want to play in the party and their ability scores, and you go on an adventure and fight monsters and roll dice to see how successful you are! And, you know, I was thinking, it's not like there's a lot of fun stuff to do around here, and we're probably going to be here a while, sooo... anyone up for an exciting game of B&B? It has to be a small group so not everyone can play, but maybe if it goes well we can do it again sometime?

So, uh, let me know if you're interested, and. I... really hope someone is interested.

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.

NOTE | Feel free to threadjack if that's your thing!! :****

selfimage

[ comfortable on a cushy chair, surrounded by a few stacks of books that would make the leaning tower of Pisa jelly, Loki looks somewhat comfortable among the ranks of tomes and paperbacks. ]

Yes, hello—now that we're no longer in mortal peril, nor running for our lives in a illusion to be tested, nor feeling the horrible pang of hunger, etcetera etcetera. [ there's a twist of his fingers, as if he's dismissing it. ]

I'd like to take a moment to urge you to visit your local library. There are several titles to explore for those with inquiring minds. Learning about other bits and pieces of the multiverse is intriguing and necessary in such mandatory occupation such as ours.

[ a dark nailed hand slips beneath the right lapel of his jacket, fingers flicking out with a square of paper, which he deftly unfolds between them. ] I have a list of recommendations, including the following: A Midsummer Night's Madness, The Last Two Bachelors, My Sexiest Mistake, and Darling Cat. Oh, and the Forbidden series, of course.

Some do get a bit, ah ... racy, but reading is important, and we all are long overdo for a break. Treat yourself to forbidden love, unbound desires, all sprinkled with a little bit of scandal. Everyone loves a good scandal. [ someone is pleased about the possibility of it, at least. ]

A book club may be in order. I'm open to suggestions from those who've had the time between tasks and ... erm, well, tasks, I suppose. [ he toys with the paper edge of the nearest book. ]

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. ]

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