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hedonistic

YO REFUGEES it's kagari!

so today's my birthday and i've never had a party before so i'm throwing myself one
i baked a giant fuckoff cake and loaded up on a shit ton of booze and snacks and you're all invited
seriously, everyone
you don't gotta bring anything either, just come up to the station and party with me

[ooc: birthday mingle log, OTA!]

idealisme

In the interest of fostering further discussing on political matters here, I have created some discussion points in the style of what I am told are more modern methods of communication.

-Jean-Jacques Rousseau, The Social Contract

[Over the next half hour, a few more images appear on the network, unaccompanied by text.]
( It's all Kagari's fault and I'm not sorry )

hedonistic

hey so these disappearances are spooky and seasonally appropriate and all but things have been kinda boring lately right

[have they, kagari. have they really.]

so i was thinking it might be fun to play a game
any of you guys ever heard of would you rather?

basically how it goes is 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 (◡‿◡✿)

let's start with a classic: would you rather be attacked by 100 duck-sized horses or by 1 horse-sized duck?

idealisme

What would you die for?

[There's no preamble. Enjolras is not in the mood to set the scene. He's been thinking and gotten nowhere so he wants the input of others. Over his shoulder it's apparent his room a shambles, a young man living alone with his mind on things other than housekeeping.]

For myself there's a cause that I've given all my life to. It's the highest ideal I can imagine. I know that is not a usual thing. Life is precious; until I woke up here I'd have said that death precluded any second chances at it. But that's beside the point.

I ask because I thought I others shared my opinions. It is rational to give your life only for the most important ideal. Sacrificing yourself for just anything- to get any item or even for another person... [His lips pinch together in thought, his eyes look distant for a moment.] I have not been able to reconcile it.

[A quick sigh escapes him, frustrated.]

I would appreciate your sincere answers and insights. Thank you.

nysan

Bzzt. Your phone is buzzing, but it doesn't seem to be due to receiving any calls or texts. Upon opening your device, the vibration will stop — however, there will be a faint sound of static as you navigate through it, as though it's been tampered with. Anyone tech-savvy would discover fairly quickly that it's nothing of major concern — nothing's going to explode, thankfully — but it won't take an expert to realize that there's something very different about the network.

All names on your contact page have been erased, leaving only unidentifiable numbers and letters behind. They will constantly change, making it impossible to attach these codes to one person.

Some recent posts on the network may also experience this interference: names will be missing, voice recordings erased, and videos so heavily filtered that you would not be able to see the poster's face. Those old messages in your inbox remain mostly untouched, but any incoming messages will certainly be affected by this strange phenomenon.

Not too long into the morning, however, a new voice will appear on the network. The speaker is unaffected by the phenomenon — has she come with answers?
Well, this is unfortunate. As infallible as the Natha claim to be, it would seem that their technology is not backwards-compatible with our networks after all. You may experience some interference with your communications while we work this out, but do not be alarmed. I assure you, this is only temporary.

— Perhaps not. The woman doesn't even identify herself before disconnecting altogether. Well, there are worse things that could be happening, but one thing is for sure: this won't be the last time you'll hear from her.

In the meantime, all network activity may be anonymous, at the player's discretion. You may use this post as an pseudo-anonymous post as well as branch out to misfires in personal inboxes or other network posts. If you opt to have your character post (accidentally) anonymously, please indicate so in the subject line. There will be no usernames displayed. For voice and video, the audio may be distorted and faces altered with strange filters. Feel free to be as creative as you please!

Please direct all questions to the questions thread below.

hedonistic

[There video opens to a beautiful scene of a sunset at the Fishing District, sky painted in magnificent pinks and oranges that reflect against the pristine ice. A few moments later, a young man's voice accompanies it, tinged with the telltale slurring of someone who's rather drunk.]

Hey, question.

[A pause hangs in the air for a minute, almost long enough that one might wonder if he's gotten distracted or forgotten.]

Did you like your life, before the Storm? [. . .] If the Natha gave you a chance to go back, would any of you stay here?

[Kagari doesn't miss Japan. He doesn't feel homesick. He misses his friends, sure, but he's had more in the past nine months than he did in the twenty-one years before it. But he's starting to feel like the only one.]

antleredcrown

[The man in the video looks exhausted. There are circles under his eyes, his hair looks like fingers have been run through it a thousand times. It takes him a moment before he starts speaking.]

I feel as though I have failed you all. We all tried, we all did our parts. But in the end my book learning wasn't enough, and I am sorry that I was not able to find a solution to this problem.

I am also sorry I did not take early warnings seriously. There were those who tried to tell us about the possibility of a thing like this happening, and I thought -- surely not. Dragons don't simply return from the dead.

But here we are. Here we all are. The best we can do is move forward, I suppose, in any way we can.

idealisme

[There are a pile of old, dusty books on the table behind Enjolras; guess what he's been doing the past couple of days. Also at the table sits a dark haired man, slouched over and watching with amusement.]

Many other have put forward their thought about how to deal with the shadow looming over us, that is: the chance that high dragons will be returned to life. We are all of one accord. It is best to plan for the worst, to protect the citizens of Wyver and of Olympia, and all those who live outside their walls. [Look don't judge him this is just how he talks.]

It is a good aim, and one I wish to be involved in. I have searched the libraries of Wyver to see what has been recorded on these high dragons. In particular, how best to bring one down-

[He looks away from the camera, picking up an old book and gently opening it to a bookmark to read:] "The question of how to overcome the high dragons remains. Their massive size is no weakness as their thick scales are near impenetrable- the underbelly as defended as the rest of its hide ....more susceptible are the joints, wings, and the eyes- though only to weapons enchanted. Attempts to target these areas have been as successful as not."

[He looks up.] There are other such old accounts from when the high dragons were last fought. I have written a summary, but I do not believe we can rely on the old methods of fighting these creatures.

We are from many different worlds. Some of us may have fought creatures similar to this, others will have martial experience. Let us share our ideas of how to bring down this monster. I do not have experience with it myself, but -

[Another voice answers:] It's a failure of your education, Apollo! [interjects the dark haired man from the back of the video, lifting his head. With a thunderous scowl at being interrupted, Enjolras turns to look.] These Parisian écoles are no more than glorified clubs for rich young men whose parents have more money than sense! What do they learn there? Nothing! And why attend at all when you can slip a man a sous a week to answer 'yes' for your attendance! And don't stop there-

I am stopping here. [Replies Enjolras firmly.] I'll wager your teachers wouldn't recognise you if they passed you in the street. None would, other than your bartender. Now leave or shut up. There are more important things being discussed.

[He's still scowling when he turns back.] As I said- Let us use the information we have to consider how we would overcome this monster. Better to discuss the hypothetical now than after the creature has set our houses on fire.

[There's the beginning of another interjection from the table, but Enjolras quickly turns the camera off.]

[ooc: tl;dr Enjolras has found some information about dragons that he's sharing with everyone!]

thetaintedsorrow

[The video opens with a very flushed Chuuya, and the source of that rosy color on his cheeks is soon readily apparent. In his hand is a glass of red wine that’s barely half-full, and it’s obvious that he’s been hitting the bottle hard. Behind him is the backdrop of a lavish, cozy bedroom, and a small bird can be seen flitting to and fro.]

This is the first time I’ve posted a video on here. Seems easy enough. Anyway, while we all wait for news of whatever the hell is going on with the bigger picture right now, why not have some fun?

[Chuuya takes a sip of his wine.]

So I’m gonna ask a few questions. First off, what’s your drink of choice? I’m taking suggestions on different cocktails to mix up since I’ve got an entire bar to work with now. Hell, if it’s good enough, I might just name it after you.

[And he downs the rest of the wine. So classy.]

Second question; besides the people, what do you miss most about home? Or maybe tell me about something you’ve gotten back that you were missing when you first woke up. Or even weirdass gifts you never asked for that just randomly appeared.

personalwar

[ Given everything that 76 has learned in the past few days, there's no doubt in his mind that he needs to inform the rest of the refugees about what might be coming. That bandit seems to have been telling the truth, or maybe what 76 saw up on Namarak Mountain was staged, but that seems like way too much work for no real gain that he can foresee.

Enough of the details have checked out that a warning seems necessary. Only a few of the refugee group had actually been on the missions to transport the heart and the skull, and there's no telling that all of them learned what he did.

While this is his first time posting on the network, 76 doesn't introduce himself, but just gets right down to business. Who he is isn't really important here. ]

Word probably got around that Nithor's skull and Ysverai's heart were being transported back to Olympia and Wyver, respectively. Well, things didn't really go as planned. Both caravans got attacked on the way by a group of bandits. I managed to chase down one of them and question him. He was surprisingly forthcoming.

Assuming he was telling the truth, and that's seeming more and more likely at this point, it was the heart that they were really after. These bandits are part of the same group responsible for the abductions, and they took Ysverai's heart up to Namarak Mountain to perform a ritual.

Apparently, that ritual was to revive Ysevrai, and if you've seen some of the skeletons of the old dragons, you know what that means.

I went up to the mountain to see if I could interrupt the ritual, but it was already over and cleared out by the time that I got there. I did find a cryptic note that looked like it was written in blood. It said "He Shall Rise Again."

According to the radical I interrogated, this dragon could mean the end of Olympia and Wyver and everything else. I don't know how much I believe that, but we need to be ready for anything. If you've seen anything, let me know. If you have questions, I can try to answer them, but this is most of what I know.

[ Not everything, though. There's one detail he's still sitting on. But Wyver family drama isn't something he wants to report to all of the other refugees, aware of what kind of unrest that could cause among the natives. ]

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.

winecasks

[ Grantaire is where he usually is, huddled off with his wine in the corner of a tavern somewhere in Wyver. He doesn’t seem to be too far into this endeavor, considering he’s plenty eloquent when he decides to make a speech to the network.

It’s less than rousing. It's mostly complaints. ]

All this talk of politics has made me weary, friends. To be frank, I hardly understand it at all. I have listened. I drink, it’s true, but I listen. My ears are far better than my eyes or my memory, and no one ever tunes their conversation to exclude the fellow enjoying his drink in the corner.

[ This much seems to be true, given how he’s been rambling at length and no one has bothered to silence him. There’s chatter in the background as people enjoy their own conversations, separate from him as he drinks from the bottle. ]

I have heard things. Things about how the first to wake were welcomed gladly by Olympia, and others still were welcomed by Wyver later on. My ears are fine and well, I assure you, but my mind is perhaps foggy. It cannot comprehend what happened to create this change. Politics. Surely that is the only answer. It always is.

[ He rolls his eyes, taking another drink. ]

Well, I’ll not partake in any of it. I have no love for one city over another, no love for a king over an empress. I do not disdain monarchy, though I do not disdain those who do. I simply disdain politics. Tell me why I should choose one side or another, or why I should change my mind on the matter.

idealisme

[Hello again network, here's Enjolras scowling at you from a small riverside cafe in Wyver (he's Parisian, he can always find a tiny riverside cafe). He looks like he could do with some sleep.]

We have all noticed the growing tension between the two nations. That is: Wyver and Olympia. Some of us will have been subject to hostile words and exclusion by the native citizens thereof. Is this hostility warranted? It is not. It is due to nothing but the place in which one has chosen to live.

If this were the full extent of the situation, intervention would be warranted. But I fear matters will not stop here. There may be an escalation towards violence and war. War that will benefit none but the rich and powerful and leave the poor dead or hungry.

How are we to deal with this? It is unjust. We should not stand for it. Have any reproached hostile citizens who have acted in this way? We must do so. We must also approach the leaders of these nations. Their grudges against each other cannot be used to justify escalation. If they will not yet be moved to stand down from their illegitimate positions, at least they might contain their oppression to their own peoples.

Let us discuss it. There are a great many of us, enough that these warmongering oppressors must listen if we speak. Enough that our fellow citizens must see that senseless hostility will bring them no good.

[He's optimistic about this. Faith in humanity, go.

There's a pause as he takes a drink from his tiny coffee cup, and you might think he's done-- but there's one more thing.]

There is another matter- is there someone who knows where a man might find employment? I ask that you let me know. A... friend of mine finds himself with nothing to occupy himself with but wine. It profits no one but the bartender. I'd rather see him with something useful to do. [Yes, Grantaire. He's talking about you.] I thank you.

yelliot

_{[After about half an hour of trying to figure out how to post with his phone, Elliot's using the network for the first time. Does he have something important to report? Well, that depends on if cats matter to you or not...]}

My friend found a cat.

_{[Ah yes, the classic 'asking for a friend technique' in action. Always works, never fails.]}

They don't know what to name it, so I'm asking for suggestions. This is what it looks like.

Don't suggest stupid names either! A cat like this deserves a really good name!

smithandwesson

As I am sure many of you are aware at this point there seem to be quite a few cultural differences here that many of us are slowly trying to accustom ourselves to upon arriving on El Nysa.
One of the more obvious ones is this planets interests in celebrating ones own... lascivious tendencies.
Surely I can't be the only one to be moderately agitated by the constant barrage of aphrodisiac laced trickery, both man-made and natural on this planet.

I suppose what I'm trying to bring to discussion is, everyone's personal responses to what's forced upon us. Especially those of us who live in Wyver who have no way to avoid it every time the end of the month roles around. You know, since it seems to be a time based situation over Olympia's more location based magic.

[Surely he can't be the only person perturbed by all these darn aphroevents.]

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. ]

bentbloodline

[Tarrlok flips on the video and offers a polite bow to the camera.]

Hello everyone. For those of you that I've yet to meet, my name is Tarrlok.

[He's had a few things on his mind lately. He understands politics all too well. While it can't be denied that they've all been shown generosity as refugees, there was the terrorist attack, and Tarrlok isn't so naive as to think that everything is as perfect as some representatives of Olympia or Wyver would like people to believe.]

It's occurred to me that as refugees, we could benefit from being better organized as a group. In fact, I believe even our gracious hosts, Wyver and Olympia, could benefit from us being better organized.

[Not as much, admittedly, but. He continues, so he can explain. He doesn't know where people have placed their loyalties thus far, and so he's being careful to emphasize the idea of it being beneficial to everyone.]

I would like to propose establishing a group that represents the refugee population on El Nysa. This group would research both communities and help refugees better integrate into the two societies we've been invited to participate in. We would also serve to help place people into workplaces that would best suit them, and thus fill an essential need for all sides.

[There's plenty he would like to do with such a group, but for now he'll focus on something that no one could really find objectionable.]

Please reply here if you're interested, and we can set up an in person meeting in the near future to talk about it further.

(ooc: I will also be setting up a catchall log. This was intended to start developing political discussion for people who replied to Tarrlok's top level on the CR meme)

idealisme

[It's a day or so since he's arrived in Wyver and you'd think Enjolras might have something to say about the advanced technology, the breath-taking scenery, the ravenous creatures all determined to eat everyone-]

The honor of nations consists in being free and virtuous, in striking down tyrants and avenging reviled humanity.

[-or not.

You might mistake the age of the fiery-eyed young blond, he looks so young, except there's a gravity in his voice as he speaks and a serious set to his brow.]

I do not know you, fellow citizens, nor you me. I will introduce myself. My family name is Enjolras. I have five and twenty years and before the Storm I was a student of law in Paris.

We are from different lands, have lived different lives, pursued different goals- but now we are all here. If this is to be our home now, so be it. The Natha in their Space Ship have saved us and brought us to live here. So we shall live; we must. There are some forces against which men cannot fight and this must be one of them.

But there are other matters against which we must stand. There are, in this land, two names that are an affront to anyone who would be free. Two names that, by their very existence, threaten the life we are to lead here. They are the very antithesis of everything towards which free people strive, as they stand in the way of free people ruling themselves.

These names are 'king' and 'empress'.

[He doesn't have time to go into why these things are terrible. It's disconcerting to speak to no-one, to have no response. But he expects others will respond and it is to them directly that he plans to make his arguments. He has seen other conversations on the network, approved of this free and open means of communication. He'll use it for himself.]

There are some of you who have been awake longer than I. It may be that I am wrong in my assumptions. The names king and empress may be different from the titles I was familiar with in my former life. I can only hope it is so. I welcome all details you have. If you fear speaking of such things publicly I am willing to meet in person to exchange information.

[He gives a formal nod and cuts the feed.]

[It's been less than a week someone tell him to chill out.]

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