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[ (ooc: this is a VLR spoiler if anyone... cares..? game's years old but the sequel's coming up this week so just being safe.) ]

Hey now that things have died down a little

I know a lot of you here have crazy magic superpowers of some sort or another, so I'm kinda looking for some advice of the psychic variety...

wait that came out wrong I don't want my palm read or anything, I mean like. is there anyone here that's psychic [ god that sounds dumb ] that I could get some advice from... psychic to psychic. I guess technically esper to esper if anyone's heard that word before seriously hit me up I need to talk

but I feel like that's a long shot so, longer story short right before I got here I kinda got a lot of shit that I don't understand in the slightest dumped on me with no manual and no receipt, and up until recently I haven't really been giving it much thought but now... I donno I'm just way out of my depth here and I want to try and turn that around, I feel like getting the hang of this is a step in the right direction. if I've got it I should put it to use right??

So if any of you know anything about like... telepathy or clairvoyance (??) or alternate universes/timelines or the ""morphogenetic field"" I'm literally just throwing out buzzwords now or even if you can just like, mentally trigger your powers... can we talk? like is there something you focus on, do you feel different, is there anything you did/do to train it besides constant repetition bc I'm not sure how to even pull that off... I don't entirely know what I'm asking, I really don't have the vernacular for this kinda thing yet.

nothing might even remotely relate but it's worth a try. thanks in advance guys.

twinpeak

—Hey, guys! Guess what!

[ Here to break up all the doom and gloom on the network is Dipper, grinning broadly into the camera as he makes a small wave with his free hand. Hovering over his shoulders are none other than Papyrus and Kolitra, as well. ]

Soooo I know we've had nothing but a bunch of bad news lately, and nobody's really sure how to deal with this god business ahead of us... Well, I'm happy to say we've got something good for us! You know, for once.

[Papyrus was hovering over Dipper’s shoulder, but instead now is cramming his skull to fit into the video feed, right next to Dipper’s face. Sorry. What’s personal space.]

POMARR’S OUR FRIEND NOW!!

[ DID SOMEONE SAY DOOM AND GLOOM because hey this guy is here, too, looming. Wearing his full, ominously glowing dreadplate armor. Staring into the camera. He’s significantly less angry than before, though. If anything, he just looks solemn. Subdued. His rough voice, too, is relatively soft; deep and still and drained of the mad despair he had felt when he last spoke on the network. Instead, he seems detached; resolved, but--sorrowful, too. ]

We have convinced her to join ALASTAIR. She has furthermore provided us with instructions. We are to board the restored warship in ten days’ time, at which point we will confront Ryba--and Nalanni, in the bargain.

[ He pauses, and then goes on. ]

Pomarr was clear: once Nalanni perishes, our diminished magic will be restored. It is the only way. She cannot undo it herself.

[ Another beat. ]

I realize that not all of you like this course of action.

[ I.e., the skeleton right beside him, for instance. ]

But it is what must be done. There is no way around it. Pomarr has promised to guide us, but we must ensure that we are ready to face this trial. If you wish to speak, I will listen.

You heard it here first, folks. So how 'bout it?

[ There's a beat, then Dipper finally side-eyes the skeleton shoving himself entirely too close. He frowns slightly, then begins to pull away. ]

Jeez, man, you're too clo—

[ And that's when the feed ends. ]

[ ooc: there will be an OOC planning post for the final battles going up this weekend! ]

ex_adept136

Like a few others here, I'm among those who met the goddess Nalanni. And like others there are things I learned from having a conversation with her. First and foremost, I'd like to request some help in conveying a message she intended for her people.

She wanted them to know that she loves them, and that she knows they can go on without her.

At the time, I was struck with the thought that she'd considered her own passing a possibility. And now that I've seen mentions of slaying gods here, it seems she wasn't wrong. Maybe some of you know more than me, but I'm not convinced it's the only way. Having said that, I'm not blind to the reality that those are our orders, and that there are those who will follow them.

I'm more interested in helping the Nalawi. I gave my word that I would do whatever I could, and so... To those who are already making efforts to ensure the Nalawi are able to sustain themselves, whatever may come, I'd like to volunteer any help I can provide.

If anyone wants further information on the conversation I had with Nalanni, please let me know. I'm unsure how much would be redundant, since admittedly, I've picked up on recent developments here and there.

dagnyology

[ 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 )

conqueress

[ The feed opens to show a young woman with salt-stained hair, tied into a braid. She looks slightly battered, in the same way that they were all tossed about by the storm's winds, but not undaunted. Her eyes are a strange shade of violet, gazing keenly into the feed. ]

For those I have yet to meet, my name is Daenerys. [ Her tone is not unkind, but it is authoritative. For now, she gives no titles, or even her surname. It scarce seems to matter at the moment. ] I carry no weaponry here, though I was brought to this island with my dragon. To anyone who might seek protection, I offer our defense.

[ She turns the ring so that it catches Drogon, once the size of a cat. To anyone who's seen him before, they might be shocked--he'd now rival a medium-sized dog. He's presently gorging on the charred remains of an especially ugly fish, with what looks like more than two eyestalks. Out of mercy for her audience, Dany swiftly turns the crystal back to her own face. ]

For now, Drogon and I are ensconced in the innermost part of the city, at the tip of the sea serpent's tail. Seek us there, if that is your desire. There are quarters here to shelter you, and many houses lining the streets, besides.

[ She pauses, scarce concealing a grimace as Drogon gulps down his gruesome supper. ]

To those who have no need of protection, or else no want of mine, I would ask for information. [ She sits up taller. ] Who has scouted? I cannot speak to how many threats we might have here, only that I have seen red beasts in plate armor, and little else. [ She'd seen them from a distance only; they hadn't troubled her. ] As to our resources, I have found nothing to eat here, save for the fish. [ Her tone goes slightly flat. ] Of that, it seems we have enough to feed ourselves for some days, though I cannot speak to how many were carried here.

[ There's a brief commotion, and the feed is bumped slightly. Scarlet horns tease the bottom of the image as Drogon, sated, moves to join her. The queen extends a pale hand, unseen, to pet his spinal ridges. ]

If there is someone with magic remaining who can help to preserve the meat, we shall have great need of your services. Somewhere might be designated to house it in the city, some identifiable place, that it may be easily found before it spoils. I would gladly offer my own quarters to host some portion, if Drogon would not claim the feast for himself.

[ He has always grown quickly, but now he grows so fast that she fears he would decimate any food left to their care. ]

Yet I will admit it is water that troubles me more. Of seawater, we have much and more, but nothing to drink. [ A small furrow appears in her brow. ] Has anyone found an alternative? Sunken wine, perhaps? Ale? That shall be of paramount importance.

[ Her mouth is already dry, and so she conserves the rest of her words. For now, khaleesi has said her piece. ]

[ OOC: This is mostly her attempt to gather information and learn ideas! Threadjacking is totally fine. ]

nichocolatine

[ oh hey alastair. 'sup. how's your day going? probably loads better than badou's, if the sudden video broadcast of what has to be the saddest image to grace this freaky network is of any indication. he's on the ground somewhere outside, probably deep into the island's forests from the look of all the dirt and greenery, but it's kinda hard to focus on the setting when you factor in the rest of him.

real talk? he ain't looking so good. bruised, beaten, and bleeding, he looks like he got into a fight with a demon-possessed blender and, not only did he lose, but that blender pretty much made him its bitch.

speaking of — son of a bitch that hurt. and not just in one area, either, it was one of those great "all over even where the sun don't shine" kinda pains and it's a wonder he hasn't cried or died from it already. he looks on the verge of it though, both of those, probably gonna be at the same time but for now, for the blessed moment of now, he manages to keep it together. ]

So, uh. s'There a doctor in the house?

[ help, he's fallen and he can't get up.

he's moving, at least, if the stilted way he tries to wiggle a hand into one of his pockets can even be counted as "moving." it takes him far too long, with a lot of guttural muttering, but eventually he manages to fish out a single cigarette. this he shakily lifts up to his mouth, which unfortunately bobs precariously since he can't seem to stop talking. ]

Preferably one that ain't gotta wave a wand at me, f'you catch my drift, I'm thinking I reached my """"magic"""" quota for the day, thanks. [ bitter? who? him? ] Just a head's up — if walk in on a blue tattooed thing wandering 'round looking like he might wanna murder ya, SPOILERS he's gonna wanna murder ya so, y'know, don't.

[ shaky hands bring up a lighter, and the flame comes dangerously close to his nose as he tries to light the cigarette hanging from his lips. ]

Sonuvabitch made me waste an entire magazine on him too, where the hell am I gonna get more of that 'round here, huh—

[ he cuts off suddenly, watching in horror as the cigarette falls from his mouth, landing uselessly beside his head. it seems the last of his strength leaves him in that moment, his hands also falling uselessly to his sides.

he draws in a deep, shaky breath, staring up blanking into the sky. for a second, just silence.

and then, in a glorious wail— ]

I FUCKING HATE IT HEEEEEEERE!

dairekka

[Okay. This isn't hard. He's stuck here... and... there's no real way back so the best option is to work with this ALASTAIR ... clan? Clan. In order to fix issues in different places...

... and this ear cuff will let him talk to people but he has no idea how. Jewelry doesn't let you talk to people?? Talking to people lets you talk to people??

Carefully and very tentatively, like he's worried the communicator is about to leap out at him and grab him, Yukimura sets the little ear cuff communicator on the ground in front of him and crouches down in so he's eye level with it. Enjoy the overabundance of red.]

...

[He takes a deep breath. He was told he could talk to people, but he can't see anyone so... he'll have to speak loudly so he can be heard.

Brace yourself, Futurology.]

HELLO?

[... Nothing.]

( Cut for slightly smaller GIANT FONT but GIANT FONT nonetheless. )

[TAP. TAP. TAP.

BEEP.]

... [He leans forwards, almost conspiratorially and whispers....] Hello?

[... Someone help this poor, unsuspecting loser out. Please. For the sake of your eardrums if nothing else.]

heelies

[ What broadcasts over the network is the picture of a peculiar pair: Achilles and Helga, serious of countenance both, as is each's modus operandi. The metallic shell of the submarine's curved insides serves as their backdrop. ]

I should like to call to assembly the members of this crew, and I understand that this is the best means by which to reach the ears of all men, although it is more to my liking to see those to whom I give these words. It is Achilles, son of Peleus, who wishes to speak to you: I have journeyed, with a crew led by gold-clad Gilgamesh and fair-haired Kida, to the darkest reaches within the sea, which lie beyond where the imagination of men can fathom. I shall tell of that to which we have borne witness.

Down there dwells Ryba, the goddess of the sea, who is Nalanni's sister. She knows not to where Nalanni has gone, for her eyes cannot see beyond that over which she presides - but we have her reassurance that Nalanni who delights in volcanoes has not vanished in full from this land, for she would know if such a calamity has come to pass. We are told that sea and rock are anchored one to another, as life is to death: either both must make this land, or nothing at all remains. Therefore, hope has not scattered to the wind.

Wave-ruling Ryba soon grew weary of our audience, and although she welcomes supplications the price she demands is steep. It is imprudent to test the generosity of the gods. Thus we parted with little solved: still, the answers she granted ought to be shared among all.

[ Helga looks as if she would have loved to interrupt him a fair few times already, but she kept quiet in spite of herself until now. Achilles, for his part, looks none too thrilled at having to share the floor thus. ]

Ryba has not been straightforward in her answers.

[ Surely, she hasn't shot a sideway glance at Achilles when she said this. ]

What we gathered from her is that the Dakal have been driven to (or near) extinction by the Nalawi during the war between them. They had been "sent to the bottom of the sea", either literally or figuratively. It checks out, if I'm allowed to hazard a guess: on our way to Ryba's lair, we came across plenty of wrecked submarines, none of which seem to fit in with the near complete lack of technology on Komo and the other islands.

The goddess mentioned one specific Dakal, who sold her soul in order to return to the surface world. In the process, she may have been granted powers by Ryba herself, but we do not know what became of her, what those powers were, or if she did anything with them.

I have been told by the Nalawi innkeep that minor gods exist alongside Nalanni, albeit no one worships them here. Ryba proves that they are tangible to the point of concern, so I urge all of you to take great care during your exploration.

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! ]

hellshaped

[Hellboy is largely uncomfortable putting his face out there for public consumption, so he defaults to audio. His tone is businesslike but friendly, and there's no indication whatsoever that he's anything but human.]

So we've been here about a month now. Nalawi, I mean. Now that things have settled down and we aren't dealing with typhoons and other things [he's talking about parties], we should probably convene and talk about this case.

Has anyone found anything that could point to where their goddess has gone? Things are getting pretty hairy here; I've seen some pretty strange stuff that I think can get out of control if we don't find out a way to help them soon.

Any clues or ideas would be helpful, so don't be afraid to share what you've found. Even if you don't think it means anything, maybe it'll help someone else solve a puzzle.

Even if we can't find a way to bring their powers back, this place is headed for some really bad stuff if we aren't careful. So let's figure it out.

anti_altruisms

[ Normally, he doesn't have very much to ask the network about, but this is...more than a little puzzling. To him, anyway. ]

Have any of you ever seen an egg that looks like this?

( click for cute egg baby )

[ Yes, this is the same guy who posted two months ago about killing Michel. Yes, ALASTAIR gave him an egg baby. He doesn't know either, okay? ]

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.

ex_mettacrusher33

HELLOOOOOOO, DARLINGS!!

[Is it already that time again? There's the same robot as before, this time posing languidly on the beach.

Yes. Yes, evidently, it is.]

It's your lovely host Mettaton with a very special announcement. In a few days time, it will be the annual Nalawi Fishing Tournament!! And what better way for ALASTAIR to mingle with the locals than joining them with an MTT-sponsored CELEBRATION?? There will be music! There will be reporting!! There will be ACTION!! DRAMA!! AND ENTERTAINMENT!!!

But of course, that is where YOU will come in. We'll be needing:

[He starts to count off on his fingers.]

- Stage crew
- Make-up and costume designers
- Set designers
- Musicians
- Dancers
- Talents of all types!!
- Advertising!!
- And, obviously, builders for our stage

I'll be waiting for your responses. Let's make this the most explosive party this world has ever known!

Papyrus, I'll be needing you to be my assistant, of course. Pearl? Olivia? I'd love to speak with the two of you as well!! And Undyne? I have a very specific job for you, if you don't mind.

babbylon

[Greetings and salutations, comrades of ALASTAIR! The face of a handsome young man opens the feed today, smiling wide and surrounded by lions on his bed. Yes, that's right, lions. Shishi, his mount, sits in the background, with his mate nestled nearby. And atop him, crawling across his legs, over his shoulders, even rubbing at his face, are cubs, golden and white and feisty. They growl and chirp at the jewelry floating just a few feet away, and a particularly brave one bats at it.

Their parents, as well as Gilgamesh himself, look appropriately proud.]

Good day. For those of you who have not had the pleasure of meeting me before, I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, and your resident lion tamer. I bred them as a hobby, back in my native Uruk, and so I have once again come into possession of several cubs.

[The cubs themselves appear no more than six weeks old. Gilgamesh has to shift a little to accommodate them, as they are absolutely intent on making the broadcast difficult by shoving their little furry bodies everywhere. Not that it bothers him much—he's laughing under his breath.]

They have all been weaned from their mother and thus are ready for distribution. Alas, I cannot keep so many for myself; I aim to find good homes for them among you all. I do ask you bear in mind these are wild animals at heart, requiring a great degree of time and attention to train.

[Though you'd never know it, seeming so harmless, so adorable.. After a time, Gilgamesh surrenders, and gets swallowed up by their insistent pawing.]

They are not... just... housecats to sit on a shelf and... w-wait, do not touch it...!

[The necklace goes flying down the hall as a mischievous cub bounds after it. Gilgamesh will snatch it back... eventually.]

(( All lions have now found loving homes! Thanks for the interest, everyone! ))

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. )

wardance

Three things.

The first. I'm requesting if you know anyone of our group that was transferred during this mission at any point, whether it was already announced or not, to list them here. If you knew anything about them, particularly unique to them—information, capabilities, whatever—I'd ask you disclose the information, as well. [ he may be able to get the first part, at least, by looking it up but it helps to have confirmation from files that are not documents provided by ALASTAIR. ]

The second. I'd like to know of any of you that are of leadership status back where you come from, particularly if you are responsible for the lives of others. Militarily, politically, socially, whatever. [ not the time to be picky. ]

Lastly, what's the value of a life to you? Both your own and others around you and how far does that value extend? They say there's a time to kill and a time not to kill: what're yours? [ it'd be nice to know who the self-sacrificers are versus the kill-happy. and then everyone else in between. ]

...Allow me to introduce myself, if you don't know me: I'm Date Masamune, a daimyo from the north.

[ yes, he's got a different tone to this from the last time he addressed the network, but the serious nature seems necessary, if not because of the content but because of what they're all sitting in the middle of while they wait to leave chantes. might as well be somewhat productive. ]

grunehexe

[Here we have one exhausted little witch, sitting in an absolute mess of a workshop that is halfway through being sorted for their days-away world shift. Despite their "victory", she looks quite serious.]

Though I know many of you may be reveling or preparing for our departures, allow me a moment of your time for a few points.

Firstly, for those who are yet focusing their efforts on repairing this city and the relationships of its people, I have been conducting research in tandem with Doctor Wells that proves beyond doubt the inbreeding of this worlds' peoples goes beyond those who are first generation born of mixed parentage.

The evidence is in the blood- [A few drops on thin glass slides, which she helpfully shows in her small palm] even those who purport to be wholly human or goblin. If you can assist in disseminating this information to those in position to potentially use it after we are gone for the purpose of peace, it would be appreciated.

[She pauses, brow furrowing slightly.]

- I believe he may have been transferred, but also, if you encounter Sebastian Michaelis, do notify me.

[But she rushes through that one, into the last thing she has to say, gesturing to a large collection of vials, herbs, and salves on her desk.]

I can only carry so much, and there is no guarantee that the next place we travel to will be one that is home to the plants and herbs I am familiar with as this place is, so if you are in need of any medical aid or herbal remedies, do ask for them presently while I still have time to harvest and prepare things.

Consider this a gift from the Green Witch.

boneafide

Hello, everyone!

[And to those who have yet to see a talking, walking skeleton, here you go.]

I wanted to first say good job to everyone who helped the villagers to safety! And also thank you to those who helped protect everyone! Everyone really did their best out there, and I think ALASTAIR will be very proud of us! I know I am. Hopefully now there can be attempts for real peace between the humans and the goblins!

[Although he doesn't agree exactly on the way everything went down, there's no point in bringing that up when he's trying to congratulate everyone.]

I do have another thing I wanted to ask, though.

[He rubs subconsciously at his wrist, and continues.]

I haven't heard from Koltira at all. I've tried calling him a few times, but he isn't answering his phone. So if anyone has seen him in the past few days, please let me know! I am worried about him.

FUTUROLOGY NETWORK.

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