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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.

pummelling

[The magitek's pulled back far enough to feature not one, but two members of Audentes... or, rather, one of them striving vainly to nudge his teammate out of the feed. It's the tail end of the struggle, though, and Kung Jin is fighting a losing battle. It takes half a second for Asher Millstone to shove his way into view, taking up half of the screen and speaking up before Jin can truly get a word in.

The law student looks more excited than ever when he starts speaking, and even lifts his arms above his head in a “raise the roof” sort of gesture.]

It’s time to get wiggity wiggity whack, yo!

Don't. [He nearly slaps a hand over his friend's mouth, but reconsiders, elbowing him back instead.] So, Audentes. Since we're almost all set to leave on our next assignment, it's come to our attention that not everyone here is from a world that people like Asher or I consider "modern day".

Whoa, you? Wait a minute. Last I checked, there was nothing normal about you, man. People in your world, like, rip dudes’ spines out through their mouths and crap!

[After he says this, Asher immediately turns from Jin back to the camera, and waves his hands emphatically in its general direction.]

Don’t try that.

[Jin casts a dubious glance at Asher and moves right along in spite of all the interruptions.]

Even if you look the part, you’ve still got to play the part, too. If you're looking for any advice or tips to blend in properly on-planet, we’re pretty much experts-- so let us know if you need a hand.

[The paler of the two pops up right behind him, leaning on the other’s shoulder.]

That’s right, baby! We’ll teach you how to be 90s.

cachemoney

[Here's Fiona looking confused. This might easily be mistaken for Fiona looking annoyed, because she also kind of is that. She's connoyed. Annfused.

She holds up a glossy photo of a grinning skeleton wearing sunglasses, signed "Papyrus."]

Does anyone know what the hell this is? [Is this a weird prank. On the off chance it's not, though --] And also if it's. Supposed to be yours. Did anyone lose a... whatever this is?

scarredhorns

Hey. [Awkward pause, because Lucy has no idea how to address so many people at once. She'd rather not make such an announcement, but this needed to be said.]

If you've noticed that I seem to have two different personalities, that's because I do.

[There's another pause to let that information sink in.]

I'm called Lucy, though you may already know the other me, Nyuu. If you don't know either of us, then know this warning:

I don't know how Nyuu became aware of my existence as some have informed me, but should you ever have a problem with me in the future, you will address it to me alone and not Nyuu. You will leave her out of the matter. I'd rather Nyuu not become embittered by the time we're sent home.

Should you choose to ignore my warning--

[Lucy had been sitting on a rock outside of the remains of town and there was a gigantic piece of debris from an enemy ship right behind her. Soon the grating sound of metal being crushed fills the air, thanks to four of her vectors. The metal moans and groans and screeches in protest until it's nothing more than a twisted mess.]

I don't mind using intimidation to get my message across.

boneafide

[The video starts with VERY loud music, and a very dizzying, swinging view of the inside of one of the fighter ships. From the coloring of white and gold, one can assume it’s from the Zymandis. The next thing one might note is the sheer amount of fire present inside of the jet. That cockpit is not exactly big, and one can say maybe it’s about 75% fire at this point.

Eventually, a gloved hand picks up the necklace communicator, and holds it up to show himself in said cockpit of said burning fighter jet. The skeleton is smiling widely, while also off on the side frantically pressing buttons, pulling levers- basically, the things someone does when they have no idea what they are doing. ]

HELLO, FELLOW AL DENTE FRIENDS!!

[Papyrus means Audente, but...]

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY’RE SAYING IN THIS SONG, BUT IT SOUNDS GREAT!! Anyway!! I have obtained one of the fighter jets from the… What were their names again?

[He pauses in his button pressing for just a moment, and then shrugs. Meanwhile, the entire plane is definitely shaking wildly, of which Papyrus really doesn’t seem too bothered.]

But don’t worry, I am not alone here! Fire is my co-pilot!!

[Fire makes a bad co-pilot it seems, because there’s another loud explosion that definitely ISN’T the music. If anyone happens to be looking at the sky during this time, you will definitely be hearing (MUFFLED DAME MAS GASOLINA) playing in the distance as Papyrus’ newly acquired fighter jet is definitely about to crash and blow up.]

You know, they really should label the “land” button on these things!! I’ll figure it out, though. How’s everyone else doing!!

[Probably better than Papyrus.]

araigneedusoir

[She's been listening and watching more than actively participating as of late, so this is her first real time addressing the network as a whole since she joined up. She's away from the group -- but not far, as evidenced by the layout of Perdition's Rest visible behind her -- and high up, obviously keeping watch.

Someone has to.

It takes her a few seconds to gather her thoughts fully, having been mulling over all the information that's come to light...and various people's opinions on what they should do next. Of course that's not her topic of discussion, at least not yet.]

I know I wasn't the only one looking for answers after the Saloon burned down. I'm curious to know if anyone else found or heard anything interesting.

[She holds up a shard of glass she'd found in her search -- the bowl she'd discovered as well has been left with the Sheriff for safe keeping, all she wanted was a single piece -- balancing it between two of her fingers.]

This is a piece of a glass bowl that I found hidden under the beds in the employee quarters. [Though she spent the entire time in there worried something was going to fall apart on her.] According to the Good Sheriff she found one of these bowls outside the church around the time the late Reverend left to join the Deemers. The glass itself isn't something the Qorral use in their everyday life, which means it potentially has connections to the Taraxa.

[With that she carefully slips the shard of glass into the pouch she'd been keeping it in.]

$dishearten: \ (29)$

dishearten

( this post has been a long time coming. he's needed time to digest the news of the fate of the deemer, and that's even without a heart. it's uncomfortable to be faced with a legion of those that suffered as he had, only worse. by all intents and appearances, there was nothing left of them now.

does that make him lucky? that a part of him still remains, however dismantled from being controlled for decades?

lucky or not, it gives him perspective. a lot of perspective. and for better or worse, he feels the need to share it, in the hopes the rest of the team might understand a little better. )

By now I'm sure all of us know the condition of the Demeers. That they are being manipulated and controlled by a force outside themselves. All information we have indicates that there is nothing left to them after the Taxara infiltrate, their personality wiped and their body lost as a vessel for the means of another.

( he grimaces, unable to quite look the team in the eye as he continues. )

I hope that most of you do not know what it feels like, to not be in control of yourself. It is not a feeling I'd wish on anyone, because I've lived it. I was enslaved for longer than I lived freely. When I was young and foolish— ( some of Audentes can remember that man, thanks to the time shenanigans back in Oska. the Huntsman, full of heart, but full of anger too. ) —I made a promise I ultimately refused to keep. And I paid for it, when an evil queen stole my heart and used it to control me.

( he's outing himself, as the man Sieglinde is trying to help. Graham himself is starting to realize that is too much weight for her to carry; he'll have to broaden his search. but not now, not when there's more important tasks at hand. )

She made me steal. She made me hurt. She made me kill. She made me... do whatever would please her. And I could not resist, nor escape, though it didn't stop me from trying. I have been in the place of these people, for longer than most of you have lived. If it is true, that there's nothing of them left after these creatures took them over, then they are lucky to not have to witness their hands doing the work of another. But even if they are not, believe me when I say living as a slave to the hatred of someone else is a fate worse than death.

If we cannot save them, we owe it to them to bring them to rest.

( it's a negative perspective, and he knows it. but if he were in their place, and he has been in their place... he knows what he would want. )

heavyhitter

hey guys guess what: blankets!!! me and TF to the fucking rescue, we rustled up like 40 of these bad boys
super cozy, some nice patterns. one of them has a robot wolf on it
it was also all entirely legal

they're ALMOST free, all you gotta do is tell me a story then come get one (i'm by those spiky ass fat plants that bleed if you knock them over)

also since i have 40 and there's more than 40 of us, i guess also pick someone to get cozy with

slapfight

[it's about a DAY after Rey and Keith's message goes up that Peridot's patience wears out. she may no longer be a Homeworld gem and she is aware that there were multiple objectives in this mission, but the Deemers are not as important to her as, say, THE CONTINUED SAFETY OF THIS MISERABLE PLANET.

THAT THEY HAPPEN TO STILL BE ON.

it's time for enlightenment, friends. courtesy of this lime green drama queen.]

I realize that these "Deemers" you're all so focused on are a threat that shouldn't be ignored, but may I remind you of the much bigger threat? As in the fact that this planet may actually collapse in on itself if we don't do something about the mining? As someone who has been stuck on a planet that came this close to being destroyed by a similar situation [well not exactly, but she'll exaggerate a bit for effect], I don't want to repeat that. Ever.

[she waves a hand in a shooing motion condescendingly] So while you all go out and chase down... brain worms or whatever they are, I'm going to orchestrate the destruction of the remainder of the mining efforts, and anyone who wants to take care of a real threat can join me before it's too late. It may go against everything I know as a kindergartner, but as a Crystal Gem, I can't let a planet be destroyed just for its resources, even if it's an objectively terrible planet.

Especially while I'm still living on it.

That is all.

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. ]

dokyuu

Well, that was a fuck-up, wasn't it?

[There's a pirate, looking a little rougher around the edges than usual with cuts and scrapes here and there, but mostly just radiating annoyance]

Sure hope someone found out something worth while and we didn't just get our asses kicked for nothing. And I think we're gonna need a plan if we don't want that happening again, so if anyone's got a good idea now'd be the time to share it, yeah? We got through it, but it'd be bad if we got hit like that again.

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!]

daimeinashi

[Sai hasn't entirely worked out how to use this whole magic jewelry network thing yet, but the thought-typing is relatively straightforward enough. So:]

is it truly wise to be rescuing the qorral ?
should a significant number of them perish, it will be far easier to complete our secondary mission of stopping the mining efforts

competing

[ greetings, audentes, tonight's broadcast is brought to you by the letter Y

as in Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy tf does this place suck so much huh? huh!! ]

What's a guy gotta do to get some coconut oil around here, huh? Heck, I'll even settle for some shea butter at this point.

[ here lance is, sprawled across a bed he is definitely meant to be sharing (but TOO BAD KEITH you snooze you lose, except not literally, because if you were literally snoozing you'd probably already be on the bed). he's looking rather put out, but anyone who's seen him during the time bug incident knows this is 99% more petulance than actual unhappiness. he's got his arms folded behind his head, and a certain chubby space mouse flopped over the top of his head, snoozing.

this particular bad mood may or may not be provoked by any combination of stress, healing orb withdrawal, the perpetual possible threat of a teammate that may one day grow up to stab you in the face after he stabs you in the back, and a not-so-successful run-in with the local fare down in the desert saloon's cozy little bordello. (he doesn't want to talk about it.)

but also the skincare products. that is actually very important to him.

or maybe he's just feeling a little stir-crazy, and someone thought it'd be a good idea to hand the kid who can't keep his own mouth shut a device that can activate and send out messages from a single thought. ]

So who's holding out on the rest of us? [ him. he means him. he's noticed some of your skins, okay! that softness and tautness ain't natural! ]

Is it that thing they're mining? That argecite, or whatever? They all have pretty good skin and they're just inhaling that stuff... Maybe that's why they want it so bad.

[ now he's just late-night musing. but seriously, do you think it's easy to be this beautiful? ]

I wonder if we can get some of that stuff ourselves and grind it down. I bet it'd make a pretty good exfoliant.

[ science side of audentes, show me your argecite beauty hacks. ]

friendlykillingmachine

[ Just when Rocky was starting to like this place, a temporal insect the size of a bear gets a hold of him.

Now he's getting flashbacks of an event that should be virtually impossible for him to recall. Those memories had been deleted, wiped away after a full system restoration, but now he was receiving uncontrolled bursts of input from a different time. The trouble is these are more than just unwanted pseudo-memories — he's actually re-experiencing the corruption of his system when it fell victim to the destructive T virus of his homeworld. The "glitches" are brief but only a few seconds lapse has already cost Oska two suits of armor he mistook for human.

After coming to his senses, he ran. And he's still running when the blue, triangular gem around his neck senses his need for advice and connects him to the network. Anyone receiving the signal will see a bot from the shoulders up, his TV shaped head looking this way and that in a panic as if he must avoid everyone and everything. Behind him, the world is a blur as he continues moving. Then he looks forward and his screen attempts a smile but the note of urgency is clear in his voice. ]

Rocky here! Okay, problem: Say you were bitten by a giant time bug and now you might be extremely dangerous to all living organisms. What to do you do and where do you go? Please! I don't want to hurt anyone!

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