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nineteenfortyfive

[Is this not about a medical thing, this time? Seems so. Claire's a bit more relaxed than she usually is when using the network, and it might have something to do with that glass of wine in front of her.]

It's my fifty-first birthday this weekend. Do I win the award for most elderly amongst us refugees?

It's hard to believe I was in my late twenties when I first came to Olympia. Stasis is... strange, to say the least, but I'm sure any of us here for an amount of time realize that.

[Now, let's see who's going to be a smartass and make a grandma comment. She's waiting. It's there, in her smile. Do it.]

greeted

Hello.

I am curious about the general knowledge of androids in this place and thought I would ask a few questions, if anyone has the time to answer.

1. Do androids exist in your world?
If so, what are they like? Do they have humanoid appearances, how do they behave, are they designed to emulate human responses, et cetera.
2. Have you interacted with an android?
If so, what was it like? Did you know they were an android? Were they able to successfully 'pass' for human?
3. If androids exist in your world, were there laws passed in relation to them, their uses or 'rights'?
What were these laws? Did you witness them being broken? What were the consequences?

And I have another question, not relating to androids. Regarding emotions –

4. Are there methods available to assist in regulating unpleasant or extreme emotional responses? Preferably with 100% success rates, though I am happy to discuss tools with less guaranteed outcomes or results.

Please respond at your convenience. Thank you for your time.

— Connor

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. ]

impavid

Pop quiz, hot shots.

What do we know about shamans and dragons?

This is definitely a leading question. Most interesting or unusual fact gets a drink out of it at the end.

[ooc; Sheppard had an NPC thread for group B, he'll be cautious but the information can be dragged out of him! ]

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.

priorly

[After a cluster of days spent surfing park benches, with sleep only a brief and unwelcome interruption, Prior has finally made it to the space station. He comes onto the screen, a black shadow in a gleaming hallway: if he looks like death on a mission to avenge itself, that is the intended effect. It may be more Norma Desmond descending a staircase, but that's not far off, either. He's still clutching a cane just to hold himself upright. His voice is raspy but loud, and just a few notes higher pitched than it should be.]

Is everyone back from the dead now? Good. Wouldn't want our new arrivals seeing the aftereffects of that little mess, would we. How good that our merciful overseers can let us go through days of torture, days of agony, let our skin slough off and our eyes burn out, let us choke on gas until we suffocate from it, then kindly bring us back so we can all do it again next time someone in this sadistic little shithole gets a fresh bee in their bonnet.

You know - on earth - I always had trouble with the idea of a non-interventionist God. But non-interventionist omnipotent aliens? Well goddamn. Fuck that. Fuck them.

Oh, they can play with the native's minds so a talking racoon looks like business as usual, but they can't stop them wanting to kidnap us?

They can see everything we do and they can't tell our fucking friends where we are?

What is the point of them, then? What's the point of any of this? They haven't rescued us from any storm, they've just left us stranded on a tiny, hostile island, wondering whether our little bit of sand is going to wash away before or after the natives get around to eating us.

Well I am tired and I am sick and I am through with this bullshit. Was anyone else told they'd look after our loved ones for us? Because I have loved ones down there now, and they were not looked after well. Maybe I should let a few of the next-to-wake know exactly how reassuring all those promises look now.

I don't know what to do, but it seems to me that we're being hung out to dry down there, and someone needs to do something. So I'm going to start by finding one of these assholes and seeing what happens.

fisherwife

[Mipha smiles warmly when the message starts up, before bowing her head politely in greeting] Hello, everyone. I am Mipha. For those who have not met me before, my people are called the Zora and I will be glad to answer your questions; however, I have a question of my own to pose beforehand.

While I was helping to put the fires out, I found a curious list. It listed the following cities: Olympia, Wyver, Stroln, Dranbu, and Nadril, with a red line marking out Nadril. Aside from Olympia and Wyver, do these other names sound familiar at all? I know it's possibly best we all lay low for now, but if anyone makes any inquires and acquires some information, I'd like to know. They may be potential allies to keep in mind.

[You know, should anything continue going south with Wyver and Olympia.

She taps her chin thoughtfully a moment before adding:] While I'm here.. If there's anyone still recovering from the riots and needs healing, please let me know. I know healing magic that can fully heal physical injuries. While I'm residing in Olympia, I'll gladly travel to Wyver to help if I can.

[Another warm smile] That's all. Thank you for your time.

unweave

Been a little quiet lately. Like the calm before one big shitstorm. With Wyver and Olympia only playing nice in public, anyone who went to the gala can attest there's still bad blood.

Maybe it's pettiness — politicians tend to be like that.

But, I'm not here to recycle the same shit everyone else is saying. So, I'll be blunt: don't get enchanted with either of them. Use 'em like they use their citizens, stay safe and adjust as much as you can — but getting starry-eyed over your new "home" could get you on the wrong side of conflict.

If you're looking to make cash and toe the morally gray line as much as possible, hit me up. I'm the one responsible for wasting parchment paper for all those jobs in the cities.

Name's Aranea. When you're ready to get off your ass and work, I'm always looking for capable hands.

[ The one in which Aranea puts a recruitment text out, I guess? ]

maipokerface

Is it just me or are things starting to get a little unpleasant around here?

[She sighs out some. Not that she hadn't expected Olympia and Wyver to start not getting along again of course but it's still pretty annoying.]

I've been outright ignored in a few places in Olympia. Don't ask me exactly what I did to get that kind of treatment because I don't have a clue.

[Now to the meat of why she's drifted onto the network after having not touched it for this long. Her tone actually sounds pretty curious.]

Have any of the rest of you run into anything? Olympia, Wyver, wherever.

popess

hello everyone it is jade and makoto!!!
jade speaking
when you had the big beach party where we met all the new people makoto and i found the skeleton of a creature!
it was very sad :(
in any case she and i took a tooth from its skeleton
with help from my spacey powers :p

Anyway, we should get to the point of this posting.
I requested Jade’s help to see if the tooth had any sort of applicated effects.
We noticed when mixing it with some painkillers we had on hand that it dramatically increased their potency.
We aren’t licensed chemists, but we figured it might have some effect we could reproduce and use for our cause.
Of course, any good experiment needs subjects.

technically i am a licensed chemist!
but its true that just us two is not enough data hehe

Right. So we’d like to ask for some help.
You can meet us both this afternoon in my office at the Simwe Institute for an interview.
I can see about possible compensation for your participation, but I can’t guarantee it.
We’d also love to hear from anyone with any expertise in chemistry or medicinal science.

[ for anyone interested in threading an appointment or experimental trial, PM Makoto or Jade’s account (

witchhooded)! we’ll set up a private log for that at the start of the month.

also you can expect tags from both Makoto and Jade. Jade will reply with her color, but Makoto won't. she only used color text because Jade said it would be eyecatching. whoops ]

obstinance

so i don't know if anyone else has noticed, but it looks like there's a definite trend of people going back into stasis without any warning

a few people i knew from back home woke up and just ended up... disappearing out of nowhere and returning back to their pods on the station

has anyone else had something like that happen to them?
maybe it's just me and i'm cursed with bad luck or something
an explanation for WHY it happens would be nice, too
not that i think it's going to make anyone worry less
i haven't had the chance to talk to darma about it, but maybe someone else has

[ not that clary is entirely certain she would trust darma's reasoning at this point, but... well, it's worth a shot. ]

uh, on a lighter note
i realize we already have a makeshift fight club in the works, but i'm looking for regular sparring partners
preferably someone who can't actually throw me through a wall and doesn't want to repeatedly punch me in the face, but i'm not picky
i figure it can't hurt to add a few new things to my skill set

juniberries

[She's been thinking about a past conversation she's had before coming here, about promises made before waking up from stasis, and...well...

The video feed shows her sitting in her bedroom, wearing all black with the Royal Guard insignia pinned to her chest, and while ordinarily she'd make herself look prim and proper for a video conference it's kind of hard to do so living in a hovel and not in a Castle-ship. Still, she's trying.]

Upon first waking and learning of the Storm, I had been told that my friends are being held in quarantine, and that continues to remain true for now even as we make do on Olympia. I cannot be the only person here who has animal companions and wishes to reunite with them in the near future.

If anyone here has been reunited with their animal friends, my ears are open as to how you got them back. I... [she hesitates, and then rephrases whatever it is she was going to say.] There are not many living things from my homeworld left, even in the universe where I am from. The space mice had been a great comfort, especially in unfamiliar territory such as this.

[She begins to undo her hair from its updo and...it's a lot of hair for a bun that was so neat and orderly.]

I also wish to inform those I know that I am currently assisting the Royal Guard in the Noble District. It is strange interacting with the nobility here when your own title holds no weight.

rhygret

Sooooo.

Here's a bit of an awkward question:

How many of you guys have someone you don't exactly like holed up in one of those pods? And I don't just mean like "wow that guy's a dick" I'm talking more along the lines of "this guy is a GIANT dick and he will definitely try to kill us ~~[ read: him ]~~ when he wakes up."

Is there any way to...I don't know, pull the plug out of the pods? or something? Do you think we'd get in trouble for that?

[ A little casual accidentally-on-purpose murder never hurt anyone right? Like especially when it's for the greater good, which this totally is. ]

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