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This probably goes without saying if you've already dealt with this, but as a kind heads up if you do come faced with this: if you get any kind of crap on you while nosing around the labs, wash it off immediately. Even if it's just on your clothes.

If you're experiencing some off effect, it's not permanent, but I sure as hell can't heal it out of you.

So try not to panic, don't 100% buy into everything that you see or experience, and maybe just sleep it off. That's my recommendation.

cachemoney

[The sound of the jungle can be heard in the background: singing birds and buzzing insects, obviously, but also gently flowing water. Fiona has found a small waterfall which seems to be the best and safest source of water, as far as she's concerned.]

So. Unless some of us have found a grocery store hidden behind some of this jungley stuff, we're going to be running low on food. Very soon. Fruit's fine, but it'll only get you so far -- we'll need protein if we want to survive this.

Luckily, you have a survivalist on your team!

I'm going to go ahead and assume most of you haven't had bushmeat before, and while eating giant monster rats, uh, admittedly does not sound super appetizing, it's all we have right now. Unless someone wants to try the giant monster lizards. With poison for blood.

Anyway. I'm happy to do the butchering and cooking if you're squeamish. Call it a fleeting bout of altruism.

ex_mettacrusher33

[The feed cuts to a familiar sight - it's Mettaton, darlings. He's lounging, as per usual, on what appears to be a still-standing piece of the ship. If anyone had been paying attention, it's where he's mostly been for the past few days outside of scavenging and playing nurses' assistant.]

Gooooooood evening, beauties and gentlebeauties. We've certainly been having a rough spot for a long while, now haven't we? Sure, death is imminent, things feel hopeless, yadda yadda, but why cry about broken ships when the show needs to go on?

As such, I thought it'd be a splendid idea for all of us to catch up with one another and see how our escape attempts are going. Found something interesting? Weapons, food, tools, interesting little pathways or things to avoid? Do let the rest of the class know!

As for me, you've probably noticed a little light in the sky guiding you home. [It doesn't show from the feed's angle, but for the past several days he's been projecting a star high into the sky to help keep any explorers be correctly oriented during their search.] You're welcome, by the way.

But I've ALSO come into the possession of a few little toys. [Into frame, he pulls out what looks like, and is, a pulse rifle that most certainly belonged to a prison guard at one point. He runs his hands along it like it's a game show prize.] THIS is only one of TWO that I'm willing to offer to a sweet SOUL in need of a little extra protection. For those more physical, [again, he reaches off screen and pulls out another weapon previously belonging to the guards: an electrical pike.] We have this. Don't worry, there's no price. Your adoration is its own reward. Let me know if you'd like them - first come, first serve.

[Wink.]

So what say you, darlings? Find anything good thus far?

fateality

So just as a heads up, something is up with the walls in this place.
I can't see a damned thing past them, and I've already tried my luck in hopping past them too.
Not working.

So the old fashioned way is, unfortunately, looking like what we're doing here.
Which I'm not real keen on, but I reckon there's not much to be done about it other than just pointing out what I'm noticing here.

That about covers it. Otherwise: yeehaw, we escaped, kind of.

hedonistic

ok listen up, this is actually legitimately important

if this is your first time getting locked up like this, you need to understand one main thing going forward: our lives are less than worthless to these people. every second we're still breathing is a second more than they needed to give us.

i can't promise that we're going to be okay. i don't know if ALASTAIR gives enough of a shit to come for us. but even though i'm not gonna be the guy who has a lot of pretty words to say to keep hope alive or whatever, i do know a few things about staying safe in here. surviving, if this is for the long haul

1) don't make a fuss or be a nuisance to the guards. don't draw attention. the more forgettable you are, the better off you'll be

2) try to avoid using your jewel comms as much as you can. if they realize we're communicating through these, they'll be confiscated

3) DON'T TRY TO BE A HERO. this is the most important point here so i'm gonna repeat it, DO NOT TRY TO BE A FUCKING HERO.

we're not in a fucking action movie, trying to escape or break everyone out will get you in deep ass shit, maybe even made an example out of. don't fucking do it.

fateality

It's been awhile since I've done a job this extensive. Lucky for the lot of you that some of us have some experience in this sort of mission.

But I guess that begs the question.

No one's going to lose their nerve over a little five finger discount, will they?

Just making sure we're all committed.

pummelling

[After a long morning of repairs, Jin's feeling chatty: he's taken shelter under the spontaneously sprouting tree in the Oska gardens and sitting with his legs folded. With an eyebrow raised quizzically, he peers into the magitek's "camera".]

So. How many ALASTAIR agents does it take to steal a diamond?

[you're not funny jin.]

Seriously. Seeing as we've all rested up and done our homework-- assuming that you've all gone through the dossier already [with all the intonation of the high school teacher who is definitely expecting you to stay on top of the readings, or so help him]-- we've got some work to do. We've only got a couple weeks to meet up with our analyst on Leramzen, get in, and get out with the diamond. I don't doubt we can manage, but I also know we're a pretty eclectic bunch.

That's a nice way of saying 'crazy mismatched', by the way.

I'm curious, though. How many people have experience with-- let's call 'em requisitions? A mission like this is familiar enough that I'm almost getting nostalgic here, and I feel like some of us might be in the same boat. [He huffs, in what might be the beginnings of a sardonic-sounding laugh.]

It might help us get our plans in order, but if you're sworn to secrecy or don't feel like fessing up for whatever reason... [he shrugs a bare shoulder, head tilting a little,] I get it. It's not the lightest of topics for everyone.

fateality

All right I definitely get that we have a big moral dilemma about the whole thing with the folks in Zymandis breaking out and causing a real mess at Oska and did we do the right thing and now we have a big fight coming up, but I have a real big need here.

I'm out of liquor. Went through it all, it's all gone, and we're still on this cat planet and they don't have anything like, say, cat bourbon or whatever.

Please tell me someone has something.

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.

fateality

All right so great job, Uncle Fate is very proud of you all.

So let's celebrate
I have way, way too many drinks leftover from my careful hoarding.
You are definitely invited to have one

Hell I've even gotten a head start

And for those of you who don't like or can't have alcohol I have this
Is this juice? It's blue raspberry. Whatever that is. It's probably drinkable.

predickamental

Damn, smartphone technology really advanced while I was driving through Arkansas.

[She's not quite laughing at her own joke, but she's very clearly thinking about it. And who can blame her? Good comedy relies on kernels of truth, and Arkansas is, in many ways, similar to the Bermuda Triangle.]

What the hell did y'all do to New Jersey? I mean I know. I read the file. But really. It looks bad out there.

Little bit of business: I'm looking for an asshole. White guy, dark hair styled in the greasy millennial tradition, always squinting in a manner of general petulance. Probably smells like bourbon. Goes by the name of Jesse. I've gone through the directory and didn't see him, but he's enough of a fool to lose his own username, so I thought I'd ask.

There's another asshole who looks like he hasn't showered in about ten years and catches fire when he goes out in the sun, and I guess I'm looking for him, too, but I'm not as dedicated to it, honestly.

And the last thing: you, general you, the Audentes masses of seventy-nine entire other people, tell me where there's gaps and I'll start there. As long as it's not science. I get real bored when I'm not busy.

cachemoney

[Fiona is a little out of breath, like she just hustled very quickly away from somewhere. Which she did, but that's neither here nor there. The background behind her is some innocuous wood panelling; she's in a house.]

Okay. So. Crunch time. Things are getting nuts out there, if you didn't notice. We are gonna wind up super screwed if we don't hop to figuring out what the hell to do.

[She holds up a vial. It has some alien writing on it, as well as a familiar symbol on the label.]

We found this inside the hospital. A shit-ton of them, actually. So who wants to find out what Zymandis asshole is responsible for this mess and beat an antidote out of them?

[ ooc. PS, maya, hanzo, and mccree might show up in your threads. feel free to threadjack as well! ]

fateality

So, seein' as how things are lookin' a little rough out there, figured I'd put this out there.

I may have a small accumulation of various weapons. Quality is definitely a variable, and it ain't a lot, but I figure if some of you might need something while doin' this mission out there to defend yourself, wouldn't hurt to have something.

For a price, of course. But we can talk about that, now or later.

Keep it together. Go team an' all that.

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.

fateality

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

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

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

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

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

hedonistic

if anyone can tell me how to get videogames or proper internet on this thing i will do a dare of ur choice and let u record the results for posterity/blackmail/whatever u want

in the meantime i've got way too much time to kill so let's play would you rather

for those of you poor souls who've never known the glory of the internet, it goes like this: someone posts two things (the more ridic the better) and people respond with their decision on which they'd rather do and then come up with their own two things

it ends up with us all judging each other's life and choices and nobody lives happily ever after (◡‿◡✿)

i'll start with something appropriate to our upcoming ~mission~

would you rather...
be eaten by a zombie, or burnt at the stake?

respired

[ Koltira's coming to you live from the latest addition to Oska: a blacksmith's forge, newly constructed on the castle grounds. He's standing over the anvil, hammer in hand, his implacable expression as unreadable as ever. His saronite breastplate is on the anvil, repaired back to its dark and ominously gleaming glory. The hearth behind him blazes with hungry fire, and the stone walls--already black with soot--are hung with various tools for cutting, shaping, and otherwise manipulating metal.

He lifts the hammer--a tremendous, black thing that looks like it could easily smash someone's head in--such that its oak handle rests against his bare shoulder. He's wearing only a pair of rough black trousers, slung loose on his hips; his pale hair is tied back into a ponytail. The glowing blue tattoos across his chest and forearms cast shadows in the dim forge light, evoking the silhouettes of blades over the cream-colored bricks.

Friendly and innocuous, as usual. ]

I asked Lloyd for a forge, and my petition was granted.

[ He taps the breastplate with his free hand. ]

I needed to repair my armor after answering Achilles's challenge.

[ Koltira speaks tonelessly, as though referring to ancient history, though the fight weighs on him still. He pauses for just a second, his long ears twitching, and then he moves on. ]

I have materials enough for other repairs, should you require them. If you'd like a weapon crafted, I can accommodate a few requests on that score as well.

[ He bows his head slightly. ]

You need only ask.

assent

[ Really, she had hoped to get her thoughts out about this sooner, but there are things she wants to Address and get people to think about now that it seems like a new year is upon them. It makes sense after the Christmas/Yule w/e celebrations that had taken place. For any that may know her though, she definitely seems very upbeat today. ]

Good day, everyone. [ It's the first time she's actually addressed the magitek like this though, which is why she tries to keep as formal as possible from the get go. ] My name is Sonia Nevermind, some of you may know me, others may not -- if that is the case, it is a pleasure to meet you now.

I was wondering... is it common for people of your worlds to make New Years Resolutions? This is where you make promises or goals for yourself for the new year.

For me, this year I hope to get stronger, so I may protect those I care about. I wish to learn more about medicine, to ensure that those with healing skills are not tiring themselves out. [ She's ticking these off with her fingers as she goes. ] I wish... to be more honest, about past instances that were beyond my control... but I feel are important to share with friends. I wish to spend more time with others, and learn more about the different cultures and languages we have within our team. If you were to consider this now... what would you choose?

Also, as we have been in good spirits recently, I also hoped we may try to get to know one another better with a game? There is one called "2 truths 1 lie", I believe, where we share two pieces of information that are "real" along with one piece of information that is a lie. As I understand, this is a hella good game to bond. For example: "I can speak 30 languages." "I have got a sister." "I can pilot a helicopter." Which one is incorrect?

[ ooc: re: the 2 truths 1 lie thing please feel free to threadjack etc as well as she does mean for it to happen so people can get to know each other [smh] ]

ex_mettacrusher33

Hello again, ALASTAIR!!

[It's a robot! Dressed to the nines in a shimmery, heavy blue gown that he may or may not have steadfastly refused to take off since the ball. He's in the courtyard by a tree strung up with lights, sitting at its base with one arm raised in celebration, the other clutching his microphone, and one leg kicked out enough from his dress to be seen.

There's a tiny ice sculpture of himself sitting in his lap. Music is filtering through his speakers.]

How wonderful it is to be back and sharing this time with you during the most wonderful season of all! Why, it's the season of giving! Of family and friendship!! Of togetherness! It's the last chance you'll have of expressing yourself to the ones you love before the clock rings in the new year!

That's why I'm inviting every member of ALASTAIR to join me right here in the Courtyard, where we'll be broadcasting any message that you have! Is it to another member? Loved ones at home? Need to get something off your chest or just want to wish that special someone a happy holiday where everyone can see? Then make sure to join me, your LUSCIOUS host, Mettaton, to share your message for all to see and hear.

And make sure to stay tuned in, beauties and gentlebeauties; the next message might be for YOU!
( Aired messages. )

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?

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