The Storm is Coming...

[natha]

Thesaens. Something is... wrong. Something is deeply, deeply wrong. I'm sure you have seen some of this for yourselves. You cannot look up at the sky now without seeing the moon looming ever closer, and the readings we are getting from the other regions... well, it is dangerous out there. The Storm is approaching, and it means to take us all with it— [ Nurray's message is cut off by sudden static and an eerie sound that almost sounds like a shriek. When the static clears, the image of another is overlaid on her video feed. Some may recognize the new speaker as Barthala, although her voice is strangely distorted. ] y̧̤̹̟̖̱̱̹̣ͪͫ͛̕o͇̘ͥ̇͞ṵ̗͔͍̌̓ ̨͙̝̻̠̣̼̗̰ͭ͐ͤͤ̎ͧ͟s̷̨̭̘͓̼͓̓̔̔ͧh̟̱̹̫͍̞̫̥ͮ͐̑̌͂̈́ͮ̚͞o̸̥͍̞ͧͭ̿ͣu̳̘̩̞̩͓̬͑́͠l̺̭̞̀ͯ̑̌̄̄̋̐̕dͬ̍͏͙̼̙̮̭͕̣ ̺͉͙̙̦̗̓̈̏ͣͬ̾ḥ̨͍͓͈̝̺̔̑̔ͦ́a̡̩͔͇͕̔́̂̓̒́͘v̢̤̝̮̲̀͗̑ͩẹ̬̜ͦ̑͘͠ ̴̘̜̘̥̒ͤ͜ͅl̷̢͍̠͉̺̻̬̾i͔̻͒̂̆̿ͤͅs̶̨͎̜̳̤̼̐ͤ̓͠ť̵̮̪̠̭̺ͨe̶͓̰̠͈̰͎̞ͩͫ̒́͠ͅǹ̡̧̥͙̹ͭ̓̕e͗͆̄̉͑҉̱d̷̨̰̻̟͉̭ͪ̋ͤͫͅ ̹͇̦̠̳̦̌̄ͮͧ̄̑̉̈͞ ̩̗͙̭̟̝̲̐ͮ̚̚͞͠t̶̡̤͐ͦ͗͊̕ĥ͚͍̤͔̮̮̍̓ͣͮi̇͐ͧ͆̃̓͋̐ͧ҉̴̣̲̞͉̘̤ś̰̤̰̥ͧͯ̈́ͮ̿ͭ͝ͅ ̮̦̱̙̣̤ͤͬͧ̎͠ͅw͊͛̊̅̎̓̇̄̃҉̥̖̥̦o̴̹͇̒͋͂̽ͩͣ̒̚r̝̱͎̤ͮ̅̿ͭ͡l̡͚͙̩̹̺̣͓̼̋͑̑̕d̺̙̫ͫ̐ ͎͚͔̰͇͍̬̦̔͛̓͢i͈͉͚̳̗͈̳̭͎ͩ̈̇̈̿ͫ͢͠s̞̜̹̻̞͕̔ͨͩ̌ͣ ͯ̆͆ͦ͏̹͍̪̖̖̙̻̼ṅ̶̢̯̞̗̟̮̞ͦ́͗̾͒͊͟ǫ̅̇ͤͫ̀͏̖ţ͇̣̝̗̠̺̹̃̂̾ͧ͑̇̋̊̋͜͡ͅ ̸̵̳̹̣̝̥̟̠̬̗ͨ̌̂ͪs̷̛̰͚̞̰ͥ͑ͫ͗̇̒͋̚á̟̹̣̻ͭͭ͊f̡ͫ͋ͨ͑̋ͬ̍͏̜̜̗͎e͇̭̱̖ͤ̃͊̿̅͌͜͟ ̗̣͕̘̏ͧ̉́̌͆̾ͬ ̶̭̦̩̯̻̣̭̐͊͡t͉̦̩͇͓̻̠̮ͮ̒͐̒ͣ̌͜h̫͖͉͓̟̫̣͓̄͑͆ͬ̔̀̆ͥ͟͜͞ȇ̴̗̙̬̮̩̗̭͚͖ͣ͂̕ř͍̮̲̠̥̘͛͠e̶͇̝̱̲̩̪̯ͮ͊͘ ̻̮̞̺͔̭̟̝̱̌̍͢í̳̲̙͈̹̹̰̓͆́́s̠̦̳͚͇̺̎̿̍̕͟ͅ ̬̦͙̥̜̂ͧ̆ͯ̃n̳̬̫̫̟͈̫̮̝ͤͯ͜ō̷ͦ҉̡̺̫ ͚͕̘͋ͮ̈́ͣͭ̓ţ̶̔ͨ̿ͨͩͬ̅͏̺͇̠͖̻̩͖ḭ̧͓̦̤͍̻̟̆̌ͯ͐m̰̗̮̼͔͎͇͍ͤ̉ͅẽ̙̖̺̪̘̟͎͎̂ͧͤ͘ ̷̡̛̲̝̔̔ͭf̡̲͇͓̫̗̭̅̌ͦͭͨ͐o̦̠̠͕̣̟͌̂̒r̶̵̭̥͈͈̤ͭͣͅ ̷̝̫̝̜̮͇̊́̔͘͢ŷ͍̗̗̣̰̏ͨ̔̐ͪ͡o̧̮̣̻̝͉͙ͣ̈́̀ů̟̹͗͋͡ ͤ̈ͥ͏̣̦̳a̻͈̬̹̣͑̇̂̿̋͗̽̎́͘l̵̡̍͊ͦ̅̒͐҉̥l̴͈̤̠̝͓̦͖ͫ̒̔͛̊͊̓̕ ̘̘ͥ͆̊͊͋t͖̞͈͓͎̼̮̝̾̏̆͆͒͆͘͠o̓̓̉̇͑͏̶͓̠ ̸͙͔̟͖͇̫̐͆̍̋ͪ́r̯̺̗̙̟͕ͫ́͟e̶̶̦͇̥̥̰͎̿͞t̸̵̠̞̖̬͖͉̝̦ͤ̓̍ͤ͑ų͍̙̯̳̙̼ͪ̍̈́́̓͌ͭ̚͝r̷̗̖̮̭͈͍͉̟ͨ̿̓̓̊̊̓̽ͤ͠nͮ͗̍̿͒҉̰̤̞̦̩̘ ̵̵̫͖͚̲̟ͮ͑͡t̐̎͑҉̶͙ŏ̄̇ͣͣ͏̺̫̩͙̩ ̨̖͉̗̞̠͖͌̊̂ͮ͌̈́̚m̶̦͕̈̉͂̓̌̒ͨ͂̉y̱̗͈̜̞̺͓̙̪̆̎ͬͩ͆̏ͧ̑ ̶̠͖̰̦̮̰͂͊̽́f̲ͪͫ̀ͅo̢̟͍̭̰͛͂ͤͨ̐̽r̵̎͏҉̻̰͉͖̞̲͔ẹ̤̭͎͍͆ͥ̓̎̃ͥ̚s̱̤̬͖͍̖̲̦̲̉͂̀ͪ͜t̫̘̔̿̍̃̌sͧͮͧ̂ͪͮͥ̚͏̻͈̯͎̙̼ ̷͓͙̖̜̻͙̌́͡ ̟̱̋ͨͭ̏̇͌a͚̦̰̪͈̭̗͒ͯ̒͊̋̀n̮̪͔̜̟̹͚͈͋̉̍͑̑́d̵͙̙̉͆̐̉͛̑͘ ̸̭̘͓̹̯̲͖͖̄̒̈͛͝͞ñͬͯ̅͊̇ͪͥͥ́͏̘̖̳̥͎͡o̴̧̺̞̲͇͎͉̞̥͛ͮ̎̔ ̧̰̯͎̮̣̹ͫ͊̓͒̆́͊̃̕͘t͕ͨ̐̽̈́͑ͮ̌i̻̪̣͕̦̪ͤͣ̓̐̕͢ͅm̧̠͈̦̦̯̃ͬ̂̃̿̄̉e̶̸̱̺̳̫̩̘̮͗̾ͫͣ̑̌̈͠ ͇̃ͦͬ̉̉ͮͤ̎t͕̣̼̣̹̭̓̿ͅo̩̞ͩ̂́ͤ̓͑͐͘͘͟ ͍̗͎ͫ͒ͥͮ͜͞ͅa̭͍͖ͯ̅̾͞ŵ̷̛̪͓͕̈̂̒̈́̚͘a̷̗͔̰͉̼̣̳͋̒̆ͩ̂ͮ͂͢ͅk̬̠̖̼͍̥̲̎̅e̻͇͕͉ͬ̑̏ͥ̒̓ͬ̅̇͞n̵̨̛̙͈̥̖̣̰̎̽̽̈́ͪ̈ ̶͖͚͈̫͈̺̯̭ͫ̈͋͆̌͆͘͢t̴ͣ͒͛̇̈́̒̉̋͝҉̲̪̝̹h̷̨͙͎͙̽ͯ̊ͫͦͨ͘e͎͔̳̬̥̯͙͗ͪ͘ ͇̯̭̜͛̓̎͠ŏ͌͏̣ţ̗̘̤̣̰̺̪͋̊ͦ̄̀̈́ͧͥh̟̣͉̪̉̇͊̏͑̀͝e͐̄̌͏̴͚͍ṙ̵̶̮̻̣̲͉͕̥̫ͥ͐̽ͥͥͮͦ ̵̴̢̝̦̭͇̠̦̳̘̍̾̆͛̆̈͊̄̚g̛̫͇̫̫͋̍͑ͭͫ͊ͦͫ͝o̊̃̃̌̈͑̇͑͠͏̘͎d̙̘̈́ͣ͂͑̿͊̇̓͞s̵̵̱̝͓̀͛̂ ̻̹̭̥̻̎͊͋̎ͣ̚͠ ̸̨̀ͩͮ̌̊͆͗ͣ͏̳̣w̦̣̫̪͙͐ͦ̊ę͎̠̮̱͕̲̪ͯ̈́̌͗͆ͤ͘͡ ̛̩̦̖̳̙̜̬̲ͫ͊ͥ̾͞á̔ͯͣͨ҉̠͙͘r̸̙̺̣͛̋̈̊̄ͨ̿̕e̞̯͍̙ͮ͒͑ͮ̓̈́͟ ͉̫̰̙͇͋̂͢l̨͚̣̳̟̜̼͚̦ͫ̐ͦͪ͞o̶̢͕̹̜̣̻͙̝͎ͮ͐̃̒ͤs̺̫̥ͧ̐̌͌ṱ̻ͦ͒͌͢͠͡ ̶̲͖ͤ̍̂ͣ͞.̷̨̱̣̗̻͔̩͒ͥ͊̂̿̚͟ ̣̠̯̤̿̒̄ͦ̀ͬͫ̉̄͢.̡͓̬͂̒ͩ̎͆̚ ̷̙̭̒̿̉́̃ͤ͗ͭ͘͘.͈͉̺̔̀ ̸̫̣͎͇̜͉͒̇ͦị͌͐͗͗̈ͤ͟͞f̷̠̜̭̀̀̒̾̎̕͜ ͪ͑͛҉̼̞̲̥͍̦̥͈͡ồ̼̙͌ͦn͎̫͈̩͐̑̀̃̉̈́̀͟͡l̷͉̪̰̟͑͑y̒̓̈̓̌ͤ̇҉̣̭͙͔̤͉̠ ̨̹̥͚̜͕̌̌͗͊w̧̼͕̩̗̮̉̉̋͛͗̂ͫ̀̕͟è̸̳̫̫͖͇͊̚ ͭ̔͆̾͛ͥ̚͏͈̺͇h͕͖ͩͭḁ̛̟̮̯̟̣̟͕͌́̕ď̳̥͚͙̦͓̫͐ͣ͡ ̡̨̩̫̙͇̲̬͙̋̍̓̓̓̉m̭̠̭͎̐̇ͬ̊̓̄ͨ̉́͠o̸̺͙̭ͬ̅̂r͕̟̮̰̬̩͕͒̂̃̒̀ě̖͎͈̟͔̣̙ͯ̒͆ ̨̟̫̘͙͗̂ͩ̅̃t͎͎̿ͨỉ̴̻͖̭̦͉̳̳͎͉ͭ͋̊́͛m̧̪̙̺̫̩̺̜̼ͪͪ̄͢͞e̦̬͚͖̞͉ͦ̇ͩ Come to Nadril. You must hurry. We are doing what we can, and there may be a chance, but all of El Nysa is at risk, and we cannot— [ The transmission cuts out abruptly, before flickering back in; it seems Nurray is attempting to stick around to answer questions this time, although there might be some glitching as she does so. It may be prudent to hurry to Nadril and offer your assistance... ]

Comments

[mofi]

What?

Is there a way to manually wake them up?

[nysan]

ǹ̷̢̞̠̮̩̯͖̤ͅa̢͓̤̣̤͓̰̬ͬ͛͡͞v̽̎ͨ͑͒̾҉̼̩ͅu̶̴̧̠̭͇̒ͩt̺͎͆͊ä̡̗̱́͊͊̅ͤͩͥ͑̿͠c̡̢̝̪̮̝͙̲͈̅ͮͪo̠̟̦ͦ̃ͪ̿̓̏ͫ͡ͅi̷̝̭̺̲̻̮ͤ̄̑̒͞e̹̗̜͔͉̹̠̩̙̒̀́.

It may be possible to wake them manually, but it is recommended that they first be removed from the station.

[mofi]

You're saying navutacore, right? How do I get one?

Is there a place off station where they can be stored until they can wake up?

[nysan]

What? No. I am saying ǹ̷̢̞̠̮̩̯͖̤ͅa̢͓̤̣̤͓̰̬ͬ͛͡͞v̽̎ͨ͑͒̾҉̼̩ͅu̶̴̧̠̭͇̒ͩt̺͎͆͊ä̡̗̱́͊͊̅ͤͩͥ͑̿͠c̡̢̝̪̮̝͙̲͈̅ͮͪo̠̟̦ͦ̃ͪ̿̓̏ͫ͡ͅi̷̝̭̺̲̻̮ͤ̄̑̒͞e̹̗̜͔͉̹̠̩̙̒̀́.

We can house those who have been retrieved in Nadril, for now. Alternate arrangements can come after the immediate threat has been seen to.

[mofi]

[ Sorry that you have to deal with Murphy, Nurray. ]

I have no clue what the hell you're saying. What is it?

And what exactly is the immediate threat? I just want to keep my friends safe. What do we need to do?

[nysan]

[ it is I who is sorry Murphy has to deal with Nurray.

Anyway the feed cuts out, becoming nothing but violent static for a few long moments before Nurray's voice can be heard again, midsentencr. ]

—before the station crashes to the earth, preferably.

[mofi]

[ Thanks for the panic and anxiety, Nurray. ]

The station is going to crash? [ He's angry and is kind of yelling at this point. ]

You're cutting out! What. Is. The. Threat? And. How. Do. We. Take. Care. Of. It?

[nysan]

[ She continues cutting out, because sometimes fate is cruel and RPers are crueler. But he'll pick out two words in the middle of it. ]

—the Storm—

[ Static, and then silence. She seems to be waiting for him to respond. ]

[mofi]

[ It's a cruel world and Murphy knows that far too much. ]

Yeah, I know. You said that already. [ He growls in frustration. ] Can I go to you? Obviously, this isn't the best mode of communication.

[nysan]

Yes. Come to Nadril.

[ More static. ]

—more productive.

[mofi]

Alright. I'm coming. My name's John Murphy.

[nysan]

I look forward to making your acquaintance, John Murphy.

[mofi]

You're in for a real treat.

[nysan]

[ Nurray chuckles, and of course the chuckles dissolve into static. ]

[mofi]

[ Nurray, do you realize how disconcerting you are? Very. ]

[nysan]

[ :') ]

[mofi]

[ He ain't even playing around. Get ready for a chit chat with a cockroach~ ]

[nysan]

[ Nurray awaits this chit chat with anticipation. Meanwhile I am looking forward to reading that post once people start replying. ]

[mofi]

[ You and me both. ]