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[ 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!]

defenceless

[shortly after the storm clears on may 11th and the network connection between both sides of the group is reestablished, the following post appears:]

We're fine, as far as I know. I don't think anyone's dead, at least.

The storm that separated us was brought about by a Dakal named Pomarr. Some of you may remember her as our feline friend who sold her soul to Ryba—or whatever it is she did—to continue to live on after death.

She swept us to an island that looked like it was raised from the seafloor. It wasn't a vacation, but there were definitely remnants of what those big cats must have called home.

Her plan is to revive her entire race, in the same way Ryba "revived" her. As if life-or-death deals with shady goddesses aren't concerning enough, she wants to grant Ryba the power to carry out this mass revival by having her suck Nalanni dry. Pomarr understandably doesn't care much for Nalanni after she drowned everyone she loved; in fact, she showed us this in morbid detail. She's taken Nalanni. Hence, all the Nalawi losing their Gifts and all of this inconvenience we have to deal with.

Pomarr knows where Nalanni is, but she's asking us not to interfere, and she wouldn't give us the opportunity to speak with Nalanni when I requested it. For some reason, she didn't expect that we would be suffering like the Nalawi are. She's promised to try to fix that.

What do we do now, ALASTAIR? I can share anything else you want to know about our meeting with Pomarr, or Yukimura Sanada-san or Mr. Keats can, but this is most of it. We have a situation where the balance of this whole world might be upended if we sit and twiddle our thumbs.

I don't think I need to remind anyone of the potential consequences of messing with either goddess. Or a litter of zombie cats roaming free.

(( ooc: infodump for rin, yukimura, and keats' conversation with a dakal npc, for one of the plot slots! feel free to handwave your character (in either the marooned group or the left behind group) learned this info by reading the post or talking with rin/yukimura/keats/another recruit. yukimura and keats may also be replying to tags! ))

respired

[ Koltira's standing in what seems to be some kind of schoolhouse theater. There's a projector beside him, largely untouched by the ravages of water or time, and a clear enough screen just ahead. The room itself is still in shambles; the floor is thick with debris and student paraphernalia--books, pens, ripped sheets of paper. Koltira taps his fingers on the projector, agitated.

Ashraf and Kida are nearby, looking on, though the frame does not show either of them fully. ]

I have something to show you.

[ His deep voice is low, still, dangerous. Tight with barely constrained rage. He presses a button on the projector, and turns his jewelry so that the screen fills the frame.

The following scene plays: ]

( cut for DEATH N DESTRUCTION )

grunehexe

[When the video plays it is dark at first, until the piece of jewelry attached to the chatelaine around a waist is lifted to reveal one Sieglinde Sullivan... and, for those who know him, it seems that barely-in-frame figure whose shoulders she's sitting on... that's Graham.]

My fellow tempest castaways- it is I, Sieglinde Sullivan, the Green Witch. For those new among us who do not know me, you may consider this our formal introduction. It may yet be a joyous thing despite our circumstances.

There may be a way to return to the others under our own power yet. Behold- !

[Behind her is just a metal wall... but when she flips the video around, what comes into focus as she pans along it is a large vessel, near 400 feet long and reaching nearly to the roof of the dry dock she and Graham had stumbled upon in their exploration. A large gaping hole mars the hull, it's rusty and covered in the same sealife the buildings were, but... structurally, it seems remarkably intact despite the battle scars.

Judging by the damage and size, what might be former weapons on the sides and deck... this was no trade or leisure ship.]

The innards of the ship are far less damaged than its exterior, and by some miracle what I assume are the navigational and operating controls seem usable- but someone far more experienced than I with such instruments should come at once! I will send our coordinates. There would also be need for those with great strength, and for someone experienced in captaining such a vessel...

[Sieglinde finally turns the camera back on herself, expression betraying that she was already thinking three steps ahead- ready to dive in to this. Hoping it would work. Nevermind the dirt and grime all around or the threat of starvation and seaweed madness.]

It may take all our efforts, but perhaps we can cleave through this storm and make it back to the others before this place takes it's toll... I shall await those of proper motivation here.

[The video goes dark again as the jewelry is let go to fall back in her skirts, voice barely audible ("Does this mean we get to rechristen it? What do you think of Sturmbesiegen? Something more peaceful- Heimkehr?") before the feed shuts off.]

[OOC NOTE: AC Bank plot point is live! There is a potentially salvageable warship in the far dry dock! I have a vague prompt up in the log for those interested, but also you should feel free to run with this however you see fit! OOC ORGANIZATION HERE if interested?]

aspearation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ex_monologuing117

I fear this will be self indulgent and not necessarily helpful to the goal. I wish to record and reflect on an event I could not before.

( HE TALKS A LOT AND IS NIHILISTIC )

defenceless

If anyone knows how to melt gold, get in contact with me.

[~~because someone lost her fire powers.~~ yep, that's it. for the most part...

but a brief addition to the message appears a second later.]

If your suggestion is to make something phallic out of it, feel free to still reply. That way I'll know who to mark for execution.

heavyhitter

ok guys listen i got something i've been thinking about, no one's been able to answer it for me yet
check it out: deer dildos
???
do they use them? it doesn't have to be dildos anything sexy in general, that counts. i'm not buying there's any sentient sexually reproducing species out there that hasn't invented sex toys, so what do deer use. does it have to do with antlers?? i haven't put much thought into deer sex so i'm not working on much here, just tossing out ideas. lemme know, thanks

oh wait one more thing, i really wanna get off this island. i've seen everything and it's boring. these guys suck at technology right? and swimming. oh my god they're so pathetically useless

but WE are way better at both those things! so here's my proposal: we team up and use our evolved smarts and build a floating litter, or popemobile, or something, and get me over to the next island. good, right?? i think we can do it! we got science grandpa AND nerd granduncle running around here, and probably half a dozen other nerds i haven't dug up yet. we can do this. i believe in us. if there's any parties going on on the other islands, let's get me to them.

$dishearten: \ (♟ 36)$

dishearten

( it's been awhile, right? last time Graham showed up on the network, it was for a purpose. to make sure nobody assumed the wolf was dangerous, and that he'd see to them finding consequences if they forgot. so far, it hasn't been a big concern, which is a good thing. the wolf is doing great, all things considered... a lot better than Graham himself.

he's not happy with what he's come to know about ALISTAIR through the cavalier attitudes of the individuals responsible for the Oska simulation. and it's discouraging to know that he's saddled under another enterprise that cares so very little for the individuals forced into its employ. he can't do anything about ALISTAIR, or the cruel individuals that seem responsible for reinforcing their goals. what he can do, is reach out to the people just as trapped as he is. )

Those of you that made it through the simulation and the subsequent reveal to its circumstances, I'm sure I'm not the only one unhappy with how this place is keen to treat us. ( he didn't butt in on any conversations, but certainly most of the team had not been pleased. ) They refuse to admit fault or mistake but the fact is they use the idea of a 'test' as an excuse to harm and starve us. It doesn't matter to me that such things can be amended now that we're out of it, it gives a clear idea of the people we're forced to work for.

( not positive, basically. )

The rest of ALISTAIR has done little to earn our trust, in fact it's done much to spurn it, but we all have worked together for at least a few months now, some of us longer. I think it would be wise to unite, not for the sake of their demands, but for the sake of each other. I think it'd be a good idea to make note of our numbers and what we can give contribute to our team. We'll be better able to manage our resources if we understand what all we have to offer. ( and unfortunately, that requires talking about himself. )

If we've not been introduced, my name is Graham. I was a sheriff back home in Maine, so I know a bit of law enforcement. I'm also a good hand at hunting and living off the land. I know a fair amount about survival and hand self-defense, and I'm a decent shot with a bow. If you have need to learn any of those skills, let me know. I'd be happy to show you what I know. I have a tamed wolf with me often, you can call him Brother if you like. ( is that a name? not really. but that's what he is more than anything else. )

I know that it can be intimidating to offer information to someone you don't know, and if you would rather not I've no way to make you. I just hope that if anything, we can learn from this experience and protect each other, since we've proof that ALISTAIR cares little whether we suffer or not in our work for them.

( ALISTAIR may not care, but he does. he's met good people forced to work for a way back home. if this helps to protect them, then he's willing to go out of his comfort zone to make it happen. )

twinpeak

Hey guys! Dipper here. Now that we're finally catching a break for once, my sister and I have decided we're taking this chance to officially celebrate our thirteenth birthday! Since if we were back home, it'd have already passed.

[ And from parts unseen (behind Dipper’s back, basically) out pops a girl with her cheeks puffed out and fist to her mouth, mimicking a blaring trumpet. If you’ve met them separately perhaps you never made the connection, but when put next to each other it’s inescapably obvious. Damn near identical: you’ve got two Pines for the price of one. ]

Brrph-drr-drr-drrrrph! Twins extraordinaire! And now, reckless teenagers on the loose!! Also hi I’m Mabel, I just got here. If Dipper gave you any trouble please message me privately, and I’ll be sure to deliver the appropriate amount of punishment noogies.

—What? Not before I noogie you first. [ Dipper shoves her gently back over his shoulder, good-natured and not without a brief flicker of a devious grin. ] More importantly, though—sooo we asked for a cake from the kitchens and it's pretty big! Y'know, the kind that's impossible for two people to eat alone. Anyone want some? It's all we can offer instead of a real birthday party, but hey, we're not against improvising!

The only thing we’re against is party poopers! [ She slams a surly fist down to the floor. ] YOU’RE BANNED! But everyone else! Come on down and bring your appetites! And your musical instruments if you have any! What’s a party without music? [ With a spoon, she deftly carves out a chunk of the cake (it’s chocolate on the inside, and it looks as if the jam between the layers might be strawberry) and shoves it into her mouth. She speaks thickly through the mess, beaming. ] Plus I gotta dance all this cake off! Mm-mm-mm!

Isn't that kind of like asking someone to bring a real trumpet? [ He eyes the camera, grimacing slightly. ] You're also banned if you plan to play a trumpet down here. Iiii think that's it before our banned list grows any longer!

Eh. Works for me. [ She swallows at last and waggles some jazz hands at the camera. ] Come cake with us!!

( BOTH PINES WILL BE TAGGING feel free to hassle them over the network or in person down in the dining hall, we're not doing a separate log for this silly nonsense. )

apoptotic

I don't suppose there's a workshop on the grounds. For those who need them, I can do basic mechanical repairs. [ and more than basic but those tend to require specialized tools that he's kind of lacking at the moment. ] Contact me privately, and we'll work out a deal.

For those who don't, I've learned that not many here were accustomed to interstellar travel prior to our recruitment. [ anakin lingers idly on the word “recruitment.” someone’s a tad furious. but he carries on in the same even tone of voice. ] I’m curious as to your worlds. Where you’re from, how far you’ve managed to explore.

[ general you there. he doesn't care to know about anyone's trip to the grand canyon.

someone please tell him, in detail, about the grand canyon. ]

And Finn? Check in. [ he did promise ok. this is him coming through. ]

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. ]

anti_altruisms

To those of you with a vested interest in the fate of Michel: He is no longer a threat to the people of Chantes.

The demons and the creatures that followed were both his doing, and had he been allowed to continue, he would have been far worse than King Christophe ever thought to be.

If you are not prepared to make such decisions, I suggest you remedy that in the near future.

roque

Apologies for the imposition.

I seek information on the whereabouts of one Dio Eraclea, who is designated "happybirthday" on this network. Any assistance would be appreciated.

[an afterthought, efforts at propriety,]

I am Luciola. As one newly indentured to ALASTAIR's ranks, please consider this my greeting to you all.

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. ]

ricksybusiness

[The video is carefully cropped so 82736775's face isn't visible, focused at chest-level. A chest that is clothed in a nebulously green fabric, incidentally (it's a dinosaur kigurumi).]

Hey, what up. So a-a-apparently nobody else is sick of sitting around and waiting for fake impossible "magic answers" to land in our lap with respect to our job. Remember that thing we're supposed to be doing? About the freakin' endless darkness plaguing this world? Yeah.

[His hands come into frame, holding a beat-up metal tube with a bunch of science-looking shit stuck to it, like some lights and buttons and stuff. Maybe there are some exposed wires but don't pay any attention to that.]

This... is a telescope. I'm showing it to you in case you come from a world where they're called something dumb. Like a sky-tube or something, I dunno. Just trying to mitigate stuUUuuurr-- stupid questions.

I have an ass-load of these things and I can make more. If you're wondering how, the answer is I'm a genius. [He lowers the telescope.] They're all hooked up to my, uh... something I have; th-th-that -- that's not important. The point is, I need volunteers to take these things out to the highest vantage points around, aim them at the sky, and take readings.

[One finger goes up.] First, if you don't know how to look through one end of a thing and listen for beeps, you're too stupid to use these so don't even ask. Go hit some shit with rocks, that's pr-probably more your speed.

[A second finger goes up.] Don't use them to be peeping toms. This is science, not an excuse to be a gross purrrrr-- perv.

[A third finger goes up.] This all needs to be at the same time. In a few days, the sky should be clear enough for a decent reading across the b-- urrrp -- board.

Serious inquiries only. I'm not here to dick around. Name a place and I'll drop off the machine.

[The hand throws up the sign of the horns before the video ends.] I'm out.

[ click here for ooc sign-ups! ]

anti_altruisms

"Bring peace to Chantes, and restore the sun."

I've seen and heard a lot of talk over how we're meant to accomplish this task.

To those of you who are new and those who have been here from the start, I'm curious- ideally, how would you like to see such a goal accomplished?

ricksybusiness

What up. Since a lot of you (us? whatever) are now bonafide fugitives and locked out of "human people" creature comforts, I'm offering a delivery service for a nominal fee.

Need some shit you can't get over in the goblin side of town? I'll get it for you.
Want to deliver some dumb letter or something and don't want to run into asshole, racist humans? Whoa, check me out, I'm Ben fuckin' Franklin over here.
Am I discreet? YES! I'll deliver whatever weird thing you want; I honestly don't give a fuck how much of a sicko you are. We all got our vices, right?

Like I said, there will be a fee. Why? Because this isn't a charity and I need a little bit of compensation for putting myself in danger. Yeah! Danger! REAL DANGER! All so you can be happy and play with all the human shit you want.

No flat rate, so don't ask. It all depends on what you want, how hard it is to get, and the original price.
THAT'S RIGHT -- I'm not going to jail for petty thievery, so you bet your ass you're paying retail on top of my fee. dwi.
Payment on delivery, so don't ask me if this is on the up-and-up. It is.

Hit me up and we can discuss details. I accept money or trade. No credit.

futurologists

[The username suggests it should be Riza's face appearing in front of you, but it isn't. It's Arthur's — you may have spoken to him, if you attended the Order meeting, but if you haven't, he still looks very familiar. He's been at the scene of nearly every shocking event, decidedly un-shocked. There's a reason for that.]

Hello. My name is Arthur, and I speak to you today representing the Order of the Chimera. I've tracked down one of your own who has graciously allowed me to contact you all.

You're likely aware that some of your people are being detained by the guard on charges of treason. This is due in no small part to the Order meeting they were present at. My people have been taken, too. I understand you may oppose the Order, but in this instance, I believe it would benefit us all to work together to free them.

[He pauses for a moment.]

If freeing your companions isn't motivation enough, my brother is in custody as well. Although I hear the guard has invented a barrier to absorb magic, I have no doubts he will eventually escape. However, the longer he is kept, the greater his retribution will become. [Gravely:] If you value the safety of the people of Chantes, or even your own, I suggest you join the cause.

There is little time. We infiltrate the prison tomorrow, regardless of the risks. I assure you the damage will be much greater should Michel grow even angrier.

[OOC NOTES: Feel free to comment around, threadjack, etc. This is meant for characters to be able to plan! Thank you,

strictdiscipline, for helping us!]

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