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nineteenfortyfive

[Behind Claire is a fairly unassuming background. An empty wall, and a cabinet with an assortment of herbs, bottles, and jars to be put in their proper place. She takes a breath before clapping her hands together.]

Well. Seems like I chose a wonderful time to open my own clinic.

[With all this summoning business.]

As some of you might remember, the Sanctuary made it very clear during the riots some months back that it can't always be relied on. [The smile here is thin. Very thin.] I never felt comfortable setting foot in that place after being turned away at the doors when people were in need. So, I've opened my own, near the market district here in Olympia. It's nothing grand, or... much at all, yet, but in time I hope it will be a place people are comfortable coming with medical concerns, be it treatment or a desire to learn a few things as I was once teaching with Dr. John Watson.

Seeing that he's returned to stasis, I'd be happy to see anyone that was under his care.

[And she probably shouldn't laugh, but... it's better than dwelling on the fear of the recent news.]

Hopefully my new endeavor isn't destroyed by a dragon anytime in the near future.

triplerose

I know it's been something of a time around here, and, really, there always seems to be something happening so I'm sure if I waited for an opportune moment, it'd never come.

That is to say, to those who might not have heard, I've started a training grounds on the outskirts of Wyver, in an attempt to put my particular skill set to use. It's open to everyone. If you've been keen on learning how to use a sword or learning archery or taking riding lessons, or if you'd simply like to build on your techniques. And of course if you already feel you've got nothing else to learn, you're welcome to come around and use the grounds as practice. I'm more than happy to run through the rounds with you, and my friend Jon Snow has been kind enough to offer his services, as well.

And I suppose if there happens to be enough interest, I wouldn't mind perhaps teaching jousting. It was my speciality back home, after all.

If you'd like to come by, all you have to do is look for the green banners with a golden rose. And of course if you'd like to contact me, I'm certain to be more available than not.

colorature

I need help!

_{[It's not like Diva uses the network very often, but this seems like a good reason to. She's standing barefoot, in a simple white dress, before a long mirror, sideways. Aside from a very prominent, fanged pout on her face, the first thing that'll be noticeable is the state of her long, black hair that falls down her back, past her hips. It looks like it hasn't been brushed in three days (it hasn't) and there seems to be various twigs and leaves stuck right in it.]}

I can't brush my hair. I even broke my brush trying to!

_{[Said brush is held up in her free hand, or well, what's left of it, which is just a wooden handle. RIP.]}

I don't know how to deal with it! So...please?

If you help me I'll do something for you in return. I don't know what but...that can be figured out, right?

_{[Being owed a favour from a vampire queen isn't a bad thing, after all.]}

godslay

A Public Service Announcement:

Star-Lord is the handsomest, funniest, most modest guy around with the sweetest singing voice and the sickest dance moves. It’s an absolute privilege and delight to call him a friend. My days are enriched for knowing him and fuller for speaking with him.

Everyone adores him. They think he’s a righteous dude.

P.S. – Gamora, you shouldn’t leave your comm lying around unlocked. xoxo Star-Lord

respired

[ Koltira's somewhere near the Edrathe Ruins, standing beside a smoldering fire. His runeblade glistens with fresh blood, its runes pulsing as they slowly drink. Shadows obscure the corpses around the fire, though they seem to be monsters or other wildlife for the most part--deer, wolves, bears, and a few of the more exotic species, too. There's the occasional sound of bones cracking, flesh tearing, like something nearby is eating.

Koltira stares forward, his expression inscrutable, his cheeks smeared dark red. It's been a long night, but he's not satisfied. He's never satisfied. ]

The beasts of this realm do not sate me. They die too quickly.

[ He brandishes the gore-caked sword, raising it in challenge. ]

And the fighting dens are too restrictive.

[ His head throbs. His sense of self--never strong in the first place--feels like a loose floorboard. He's been stumbling through the past few weeks. The past few months, even. Ever since the riots. He scowls, baring vampiric teeth. ]

It's not enough. I need a true battle. One without limits, fought against the living. Fought against someone who can scream.

[ Unholy magic, sickly green in color, swirls around his body, limns his tall frame. ]

I stay in the ruins. If you can offer me a real fight, then come find me.

[ His grip tightens on Byfrost's hilt. He lowers the runeblade as his long ears flick back against either side of his head. His guttural voice cracks slightly. ]

Please.

willrevile

[ This is short notice (and just plain short), but kind of on purpose. Less time for word to get out past the refugees themselves. ]

Coalition's coming up real soon, and I know plenty of us find it somewhat worthy of suspicion. I'd like to be in the area, but not attend, just to keep an eye on things from the outside in the event of an emergency. If anyone would like to join me, I'd appreciate the backup.

badgerlock

While I would think - I should think - to ask about how we've all managed living so far, here, instead I find myself gravitating to another question.

Can you tell me about the magic in your worlds? The magic we've brought with us?

I'd like to write a collection of this.

antleredcrown

[There's a long moment at the beginning where Renly attempts to gather himself together before he speaks. When he does, it's clear he's been crying for some time, eyes red, voice hoarse and tired.]

I know that many of you have lost loved ones in this recent incident. I have, as well. My dearest friend was taken, and I hope -- I choose to hope that he remains alive and well, as do all those who were taken along with him.

This is not a plea to those in charge of the kidnappings, but rather to those who remain behind with me. I swear to you on everything that I have. My name, my crown as much as it's worth here, my very soul itself. If you can find Loras Tyrell, I will forever be in your debt. There is nothing too great or too small that you could ask me that I would not do for you, if he is returned to me.

Thank you, and I wish, from the bottom of my heart, that all our loved ones will make it home safely.

ukase

[Rumlow has his set-up casual, his feet up on the table, and there's a toothpick sticking out the left side of his mouth. He's clearly sitting with two feet of the chair off the ground, but more predominant might be the healed burn scars that mark the left side of his face but particularly around his eyes. Much of the burns has clearly healed (miracle of pod life), but there is enough there to speak of previous considerable damage. His hair looks great though.]

New here. You don't care, and that's great. I'm looking for information on one subject in particular, so I won't waste time with semantics.

I need information on dragons. Specifically anatomy and how to kill them. I've got a wager with my future wife where she wants me to be the knight in shining armor and slay a dragon, but aside from the komodo kind, we don't have dragons where I'm from.

[He picks the toothpick from his mouth, twirling it in his fingers.]

Sure hope these ones taste like chicken though.

[He winks at the camera, offering a charming grin. Oh right, he wants to name drop because he knows it will annoy the person in question to the maximum degree.]

Also, if anyone knows Jessica Jones. Hit me up.

[He offers a mock little salute and the video ends.]

motivation

the hells is this and why was it on my doorstep? [ IMAGE ATTACHED ]

if anyone's up for a spar, i could use the exercise

[ never mind that she earns her keep around here by regularly competing in one of the fight clubs... alvis is gone again which means dutch needs the distraction ]

song_of_ice

[Just ignore how unimposing that username is compared to the message. The thought doesn't occur to him in the face of greater concerns. With Stannis missing for over two days and a potential madman on the loose, usernames, Wyver and Olympia conflicts fall short in his mind. He's had to deal with this matter before and lost his brother, he wasn't going to let others die because of Ramsay Bolton.]

There is a man that has been assuming an identity publicly, you might know him as "Willem Rivers", a bastard from Westeros. He might appear charming and friendly, but this man is dangerous. His real name is Ramsay Bolton and committed a number of crimes in my world, including murder and flaying. Don't trust him and be on your guard. Now that he is being backed into a corner, he will become a mad dog and lash out at anyone who he feels slighted him.

Those in the royal guard, I appeal to you to help me find and detain him. He might have a new victim, Stannis Baratheon. Anyone that might have experience in combat or tracking, meet me in the training yard in front of the Palace of Olympia.

vorrutyer

[ Byerly, a handsome fellow with a hard-to-place accent that just sounds a bit different, is lounging on a couch. The angle isn't entirely flattering, since he's filming himself while laying supine, and so there's a view sort of halfway up his nostrils that is a little bit too much information. A bottle of brandy dangles from one hand, and his voice is slurring just a bit. This fellow seems quite drunk. ]

Bonsoir, you grunting peasants and cultureless rubes, and happy Winterfair to all. For those of you who are cultureless monsters, Winterfair is a time when gifts are exchanged and joy is had. My gift to you is that I won't call any of you peasants again for the duration of this broadcast. Winterfair was also the last Emperor's birthday, or thereabouts, which meant everyone had to give him their taxes for the year, but mine's not till later, so you don't need to pay me till then. I'll let you know when taxes are due. Start saving up now.

So what should you all give me instead? I suppose to begin with you could entertain me. What do you say, my cream puffs - a little game of two truths and a lie? You know the rules, since the rules are literally the name of the game. Go on, play with me, do. I'll start. I'm currently rightful Emperor of Barrayar, my great grandfather Pierre once showed up to a Winterfair ball soaked in blood to send a message, I'm terrible in bed.

Anyone who opts out of the game, I'm going to assume they're simply too in love with me to speak with me, so don't play at your own risk.

[ He winks, and then lifts the brandy to his mouth - and it apparently goes down at a bad angle, because he sits up, coughing and spluttering and getting alcohol down his front before he shuts off the feed. ]

bruxisms

GREETINGS. I AM STANNIS BARATHEON, ONCE RIGHTFUL KING OF WESTEROS, AND LORD OF DRAGONSTONE AND STORM'S END, THOUGH OLD TITLES MATTER LITTLE HERE.

I HAVE TWO QUESTIONS FOR ALL "REFUGEES".

[ is he using capslock because he believes that is the proper way to type? because he accidentally got his phone stuck on it? because he just wants to? the true reason will likely be lost to time, and none will ever know. ]

HAVE ANY OF YOU EXPERIENCED AN ODD OCCURRENCE WHERE YOU MEET SOMEONE THAT YOU ARE ACQUAINTED WITH, AND THEY RECALL EVENTS FAR DIFFERENTLY THAN YOU? NOT MERELY A LAPSE IN THEIR MEMORY, BUT ENTIRELY DIFFERENT EVENTS, SUCH AS A MAN STILL BEING ALIVE WHEN YOU KNOW HIM TO BE DEAD, OR HEARING THAT YOU MARCHED YOUR WIFE AND CHILD INTO BATTLE WHEN YOU KNOW THAT WOULD BE UTTER FOLLY AND RECALL LEAVING THEM SAFELY UNDER GUARD?

[ he still cannot believe that anyone would do that, least of all a man who seems to share his name, personality, and so many of his memories, yet is very much not him. ]

I WOULD KNOW IF THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE EXPERIENCED SIMILAR THINGS WITH THOSE THEY KNOW. AS THOUGH THERE WERE TWO VERSIONS OF YOUR WORLD. ONE THAT SOME OF YOU RECALL, AND ONE THAT OTHERS DO.

AND EVEN IF YOU DO NOT, I WOULD ALSO HEAR OF WHAT YOU KNOW OF DRAGONS FROM YOUR OWN WORLD. AS A MEMBER OF THE SIMWE INSTITUTE, ONE OF MY TASKS IS TO STUDYING THEM, AND I WOULD HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY.

YOU HAVE MY THANKS, AND DO NOT WASTE MY TIME.

reek

I’ll not congratulate anyone for the beginnings of this cure.

[ Oh, look, it's that guy who pisses everyone off. The corner of his mouth quirks into a cruel smirk, but his teeth are clenched too tightly and his eyes burn too fiercely for any proper smile. It’s a struggle for him to remain as guarded as he would prefer, and there are cracks in his armor: he’s clearly angry and upset. ]

My sister was among the ill. Was. I have been informed that she has since returned to the pods—still uncured.

[ He tries to keep his tone even and cold, void of emotion, but his voice breaks ever so slightly. He and Asha weren’t close, not like he’s known siblings should be, but it’s a deep cut to be abandoned again, and it hurts to know that one of the few people he felt he could trust in this place is gone. Clearing his throat, he continues.]

Which leads me to the question at hand. What reason do I, or the worried, or any of the ailing, have to trust the maesters here? Healers--whatever name you may know them by. Months, this has gone on, to the point where someone is gone and remains unhealed.

[ He knows better than to critique those who have done nothing but help, but his anger is directionless otherwise, so he chuckles cruelly, and that cheshire smirk widens. ]

They’ve been all but useless.

sweetwater

[ Cheryl is sick. despite that, she's done her hair and makeup and dressed herself in a red silk robe. a lot of effort went into her appearance, but it does little to hide the fact that she's unwell. she looks tired. at home she was a pro at snapchat, and she holds the camera out at arms length. all that's missing is the puppy filter! ]

By now you've all heard of the great tragedy that's befallen us. I was caught right in the middle of everything, an innocent bystander in someone's very cruel plan to shake us all to the core. I don't scare easily and I don't wilt, but I could use your help in this trying time.

First: obviously i am confined to bed until I recover. You can entertain me by chatting with me and telling me your stories. Make sure they aren't boring.

And secondly: If you're able-bodied, perhaps you can avenge me. [ she pauses. smiles. ] Us. It's the right thing to do.

[ and as she ends the video: ] Hashtag Olympia Strong. [ yes, that's right. hashtag. this is Cheryl Blossom, after all. ]

melodiouspacifist

[He stands before the camera, arms open wide.]

Alright, I give, I'm bored. I can't concentrate at all today. Every composition sounds like crap and I've had enough!

[He sighs, he doesn't really know how to deal with boredom]

Any suggestions on something I can do that doesn't involve sneaking back up to look at the sleeping people and doesn't cost much money. I only have a part-time job so you know, I'm not exactly rich here!

[Demyx shakes his head a little.]

What do normal people do when they can't work on what they're doing anymore?

poolhall_killer

[It takes a short while for Venom to adjust his device as he turns on the feed. He feels the device itself is cumbersome and wonders why they can't just switch over to magic coms like normal people. A few moments of silence (and Venom's hair eye staring into the camera) later, he begins:]

I suppose I should start with a good afternoon to all of you.

The reason why I've decided to do this is because of the intentions of my former organization. [And the previous talks about murder and murder-related things.] We were dealt a heavy blow by an antagonistic force, someone who felt we were going to interfere with their plans. As the leader, I came to a difficult decision. I felt if we were to survive, we needed to operate in the light of day, to come out of the shadows for good.

What were we, you might ask?

We were assassins.

It's not something I was ever proud of doing, nor do I plan on going back to that profession. My unhappiness was fueled by it, even though I voluntarily took the leadership role. I feel that if I am to continue living in the light, I wish to be open and honest about my past.

Thank you for listening.

[The feed shuts off as Venom hopes he did the right thing.]

wondie

[ username: Diana ]

( it's not been horribly long since Diana poked around the network, and surprise surprise, she's still ignoring the fact there is a voice and text function. she will look upon the faces of those she speaks to, tyvm!

she's dressed in the dark black of the city guard, her hair pinned up and a sparkling brooch at her cloak, though her fingers are already toying with it as she speaks. )

I see that our numbers have grown greater. My name is Diana of Themyscira, and I bid you all welcome, both faces old and new. If you need aide during your displacement, then I offer what knowledge I have. You need but ask.

( that said, it's not exactly why she's here, though her note is just as important with so many more that might need to learn how to protect themselves. )

It has come to my attention that there are many in our midst that know little in the way of defense. Or, perhaps not enough, in a world with so many dangers lingering just out of sight. It troubles me to think that there are those that may not know how to protect themselves, especially if they possess a desire to learn.

( which brings her to her purpose, an important one at that. Diana seems gifted at finding herself a purpose. )

I am an amazon, well trained in the art of war. Archery, swordplay, use of a shield, riding, hand to hand, more. If there are those that would learn, I would be happy to show what I know. It will not be simple, and the training will be difficult. Still, if you would learn, I will make you an amazon. This is more than a style of defense, it is a family. You will gain both if you learn from me.

( her piece said, Diana crosses her arms. )

If you need more information, ask what you will.

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