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emori

Do people often find gifts here?

The people who brought us here are really not bad. I thought they might be, because my experience with that sort of thing isn't the best. I admit I was skeptical until now. I thought this was like a prison.

So. Right. I got a gift. And powers. What all did you get?

emori

[A woman's voice, it seems. Confident and maybe a little smart-assy. There's five seconds of silence before the audio post starts.]

What's with the beeping? Does it normally do that? I was told it's a distress call. Shouldn't we do something?

impavid

Alright, new pop quiz. When you think of home, what do you think of?

[ Open question, which he's not going to expand on unless prompted -- though really he's curious about something specific. Do people consider Olympia or Wyver their home now? Maybe the Natha station? Or do they think of home worlds they've been told no longer exist? ]

torchwoodteaboy

[Ianto debates for longer than he'd care to admit as to whether he should make this announcement via text or voice or what but some people obviously haven't got the time to read when there's a great bloody dragon threatening to attack, and as far as he's concerned, what he's got to say is important enough that it needs listening to.

Deep breaths, Ianto Jones, you can do this.]

Right. So we've all heard enough of it by now. Undead dragon. Shanrian's son. Stole the heart. Now him and his gang planning to bring it back so they can, I don't know. He hasn't exactly spelled that part out, now has he, though I'm pretty sure chaos is big on the menu.

And we've all been doing a lot of running around trying to figure out what to do about it. Well, most of us have. Some of us are trying to deal with the trouble with the station and some of us have other priorities I suppose, though frankly I'm not certain how much more extreme it can get than 'great crazed undead creature of legend'.

[Oops, guess he should be explaining himself here.]

Look, I've been doing some research and I think you all should know. This is a forbidden ritual he's got them doing, and there's every chance that these shamans he's got working for him won't be able to control the dragon once they're done. So if you're thinking of trying to reason with the creature, or. That you feel bad for it in some way and you want to try and spare him if you can -- don't.

Whatever they bring back won't be the dragon Ysverai and it won't care whether you are from Olympia or from Wyver or a refugee or another dragon yourself, it will simply want you dead. We're just going to need to make certain we get rid of it first.

That's the part where you all come in.

[Hopefully by that point someone will have come up with a plan...]

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.

romancekiller

[it's not long after the news spreads about the kidnapping and how there have several people who have been taken hostages. clarke has been focusing on this on an individual level because bellamy had been taken, trying to contact people she knows to look for him and distributing profile sketches to anyone if they have seen him.

she knows that she isn't the only one who has had their loved ones taken or friends missing so she decides to make this post not long after the rescue teams have been organized and before they set out the next morning]

Hello— I haven't really used the network before for this sort of thing but for those I haven't spoken to before, my name is Clarke Griffin.

I'm sure that everyone has heard the news by now that there have been several people who have been kidnapped and taken hostage. We already have rescue teams in place to cover more ground— I'm part of that because there's someone who is really important to me who was taken. His name is Bellamy Blake but I know I'm not the only one that's missing people they love or care about.

I have tried to reach out to a few people individually to keep a look out for my friend but I figure I should say something so everyone can have that chance to exchange information: name the people they're looking for, give a description here so we can keep a lookout and make sure we get everyone back safe and sound.

[ooc; okay so. this seemed like it was needed since we don't have an ic listing for who was taken hostage so this can be used for reference for anyone who is on the rescue teams. feel free to threadjack or generally use this as open discussion type post for further details]

nineteenfortyfive

[This is one stressed, unhappy Claire Fraser. She wipes at her forehead with the back of her hand before looking at the screen, clearly torn between trying to appear professional and not giving a damn and doing nothing to hide her agitation. After moment, the latter wins out.]

If you haven't noticed, the bloody Sanctuary has closed its doors. Look miserable enough and you might be let in, but for now, I wouldn't go to them if you're in need of medical assistance. [Her way of helping--the less people banging at their door, the sooner they might relax. Unlikely, given the state of things, but she'll try where she can. Yet this has soured her opinion of the place, and Lysa.]

I've some things I've collected myself, and I'm sure some of you have managed to borrow supplies, so I suggest we all pool it together. Make our own temporary clinic until they allow us back in. A place to treat everyone, regardless of the madness in the streets. The residential district, preferably. Somewhere out of the way.

Ideally, no one will be hurt, but I don't think that's a realistic goal at this point.

[Looting, riots, vultures... no way blood isn't getting spilled.]

If you're a healer, and you'd like to assist, please do so. If you're hurt, let myself or someone else know. Someone can go to you or fetch you. We must rely on ourselves.

[She hesitates before adding:]

And I suppose if you feel like paying the Sanctuary a visit regardless, I can tell you where things are and what we could use.

[Not too long after this goes live, there's a text file attached with the address of a run down house not far from the starter homes, as well as a list of items that would be appreciated, including food.]

punshots

[ It's mid-morning when this video goes live, the camera auto-focusing on Prompto's face as he kneels "steathily" in what appears to be a hallway, his back pressed up against the wall even as he grins stupidly at the screen. Prompto isn't one to easily be found in a bad mood, but he appears to be exceptionally giddy today. The reason why? Well...

In a hushed, excited whisper: ]

Heeeeeeeey. Hey! Heyyyyy! Goodest of good mornings to ya! I've got, like, a crazy big announcement to make! Wait for iiiiiiiit, just - okay, okay -

[ He starts creeping down the hall in his crouched position, as if he's approaching wildlife that should be considered dangerous. And this is certainly dangerous. Prompto swivels the camera's view around to face forward as he tiptoes to just outside the doorway to Alisaie's study, where she's just visible through the ajar door, sitting at her desk, reading out of a book and drinking from a steaming mug. She seems to be unaware of his presence...for now. ]

See her? I know, right? An actual elven goddess, as clever as she is brave and loyal, a hero to the people and a scholar - also, a total hottie. Okay, but get this - I - me, Prompto Argentum - asked her to marry me - hah - and she totally said yes!

[ The last word is spoken with such a feverish high pitch that only dogs could probably hear it. He moves around the doorway just a biiit more so he can attempt to focus in on the engagement ring Alisaie is wearing, which really just makes the picture as fuzzy as hell because he's still in the hallway, but whatever, it's there on her hand and it looks great in person!! ]

Check it - booya! Look at that rock! Oh man, you guys, it was sooooo romantic, there were rose petals and fireworks and birds were singing - probably -

[ Prompto turns the camera back on himself as he just sort of...slouches back against the wall and laughs nonsensically with a hand against his face, which might seem a tad concerning for anyone who doesn't know him, but this is just his way. ]

Oh, man - I still can't believe it! I don't even know the first thing about planning a wedding... [ Even if his best friend was supposed to get married back home, it's not like Noct was at all involved with the planning of it, so Prompto has no example to follow there! He also stops remembering to whisper riiight about now. ] Like - we need a DJ, right? Pretty sure we need a DJ. Anyone out there a sick DJ? Am I gonna have to take my own photos? Plus, we're gonna need the best cake imaginable 'cause Miss Sweet Tooth in there -

[ Of course, this is when the door to the study swings open wide, with Alisaie appearing in it as grave as a ghost with a look that could kill, and Prompto's phone goes clattering to the floor, providing a unique perspective on what will likely be his brutal murder. ]

Oh, crrrr - hi, sweetheart! I was just...

[ As he grabs for his phone again, the feed cuts out, RIP. ]

jettisons

[Bellamy looks exhausted, but by now, there's nothing new about that. His hair is a mess and there are bags under his eyes, but hey, at least he ditched his jacket. Small improvements.]

My name's Bellamy Blake.

[Hey guys, hope you're all doing great, but Bellamy is allergic to polite smalltalk apparently, so he jumps right in.]

Wyver expects us to earn our keep, and we're not exactly drowning in food like we were in Olympia. I'm trying to organize some hunting parties, bring back as much as we can carry. Something tells me not all of us know how to hunt, so I'll teach you if you're willing to put in the work and share what you kill. Any basic survival training you need, I'll help you out.

[That's it, mostly. Except:]

If you're not comfortable leaving the city, don't. We don't need anyone else getting hurt.

webdesigned

[ username: beaker ]

( it's taken him awhile to build up the courage for this one. he wants to make this idea happen, yet a part of him wonders if he's the right guy for the job. without Clark he'd floundered a little, yet the need for a stable medium for sharing information remains, so here he is.

he waffled over voice, video, and text. in the end, he goes for text, because it makes him seem less nervous. maybe. though anyone that's texted him before might notice the difference — all the capital letters and punctuation, for example. lazy texting doesn't work when you're trying to convince people you want to put together a newspaper. )

Hey. Hello. I'm Peter, and I was thinking...

So back home, I worked at a newspaper. Not The New York Times or anything, but a paper, and it feels like we could use something like that here. Stories about what is going on in Olympia, or Thesa, or anywhere that people might need to know about. Classifieds, updates, tips for finding work and accommodations, sharing... anything and everything, really, because we're all starting over, here, and we've got to help each other.

I've got lots of ideas. Maybe you've got some, too. Either way, I can't do this by myself. If you have experience in journalism, or just writing, and you want to help out, then let me know.

I can't pay you. Gotta be upfront about that. But maybe that'll change? I dunno. Money or not, it'd help a lot of people. If that's worth it to you, then let me know if you're interested, and what you'd like to do. Questions, too, I guess, though I can't answer everything yet. It's kind of all up in the air until I know who I'm working with.

Yeah. That's it. Thanks for your time.

( ...okay, not a #nailedit, but... it could have been worse??? )

priorly

[This post is made at around 3am, and Prior appears to be curled in a corner of his bathroom floor, in a pink cardigan and floral PJs.]

Forgive my intrusion on what, I am told, is a highly complex network of cups and strings... has anyone else been assigned to an empty house? Quite, quite empty. Aside from myself, of course, but I'm all moved in now and find I do not, in fact, take up that much room. And it's very quiet, at this time of night. Very quiet. The emptiness becomes somehow moreso. Does that make sense? I'm not sleeping very well.

[He's not doing much very well, by the slightly shivery look of him. Although it is cold on the bathroom floor, and perhaps that's at least part of the cause.]

Though I can't deny the extra space is a boon. Very handy for storing all the nothing I have to fill it with. Would anyone like to go antiquing? If we're lucky we may even find something here that doesn't look archaic.

Speaking of looking for things. I hear there's no hospital. Do we have pharmacies? I have prescriptions from my own world which will run out soon and I don't know the best course of action to take. This city can't, surely, be all cons and no mod. Are there ballrooms? Movie theatres? I know there's an entertainment district but haven't yet ventured out that far. I suppose a bar with a rainbow flag in the window would be too much to ask for.

[Swallowing, he glances down, feeling the glare of being on camera and saying too much.]

Perhaps I should set something up downstairs. At the very least, I have the room.

[He reaches out, and the screen goes black.]

enarms

Hi all. John Watson.

I'm with the original batch of refugees and there's a lot of you I haven't met - a lot I probably never will. [ at this point, with everything so permanently Wild, why not be blase about being Batch Number 1? ] As a doctor, I'd like to reassure and remind you that if the medical methods on offer here make you uncomfortable, there are alternatives. There are plenty of medical professionals from various backgrounds among us, so I encourage you to ask around if you need to. Don't feel like the Sanctuary's your only option - although from what I understand a lot of us do work there now, so it's also a safe place to go even if you are wary.

On that note, I'm putting together a list— yeah, I know we all hate the L word, don't panic —of people who are either medically trained or capable of healing magic. If you fit into that, anywhere from an ability to deliver first aid to, I don't know-- magical liposuction. [ this is a thing he regrets saying as soon as it's said, the immediate frown of "??? why the fuck" appears on his face literally immediately before being smoothed forcibly away ] Get in touch. I'll need to know a few basics. Skillset, medical background, level of expertise, whether or not you're comfortable to be contacted by fellow refugees, whether or not you're comfortable to be contacted to help in an emergency. You don't need to fire it all at me in one go unless you want to, we'll have a chat. Feel free to reply privately, that's fine. Replying doesn't immediately put you on a public database, I won't be handing out your name to anybody without your permission. Thanks.

[ aaaaand with a brief pause to consider if there's anything else to add, a small hand-lift of a wave to the camera when he decides there isn't, it's John out ]

( ooc: please input your medically trained/magical healer/therapist/etc character's info into this spreadsheet if you're interested in having your character contacted for medical shenanigans! It's fine to respond to the spreadsheet without replying to this post, but ICly your character will have needed to make themselves known to John somehow to end up on this list, so we can handwave it (default, no contact necessary) or you can get in touch to work out the details! )

buildindreemz

[ The feed flips on, and Ariadne peers into the camera, big brown eyes and "could be twelve, could be eighteen" sort of face, looking even younger than she otherwise might - she's a little hesitant at addressing the network like this but she figures this is the best way to find out for sure what she wants - needs to know. ]

This is, like, the biggest Skype call I've ever made. Hi. Uh. I'm Ariadne. Not the Greek one, just a Canadian one. [ Because Diana already thought she might be the Greek one. Just clarifying! ] I guess I'm just wondering if there are any other architects here. I mean, I can kind of understand why they'd need some, and I'm grateful and all, but I hadn't even finished my degree yet. There's gotta be someone more qualified here, right?

[ And then she hesitates, because honestly? That's not really what she needs to know. What she needs to know is something a little more... well, shady. And she has no idea how else to ask this. ]

Also, uh. If anyone's heard the term Somnacin, let me know.

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.

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

nakatsu

[What is up everyone??

Nakatsu is broadcasting live from the bathroom. He's sitting on the edge of the tub with his hair freshly done so it's at max spike levels. You can't smell the bleach, but he's spent the morning touching his roots and he feels and looks 1000% today. This is going to be a great post.]

So I'm pretty sure today's my birthday. I worked it out. It's August 20th, right? Does it work the same here as it does back home? Is a year three hundred and sixty five days?? Whether it does or not, you all have to say nice things to me!!

[There's no time to dwell on this joyous event. We're moving on.

As we move on, pay special attention. Nakatsu has the recorder propped up against something so he can make full use of his hands. And he does. He has the most expressive hands you've ever seen.]

Okay, I'll be honest. I didn't make this video to talk about me. I need a job. I mean. I have a job already. I walk this guy's chicken's around the neighbourhood and he pays me. They money's not bad. [But his expression looks pained.] But chickens? Come on. I can't walk chickens. Look. Someone give me a job, okay. I'm a great worker and I've got serious experience in a ton of useful areas. [It's a lie.]

I even got my two dumbass housemates to stop shouting at each other! They're practically best friends now! That's how great I am. [That's another lie. Theon and Robb are still the worst. He looks offscreen to the bathroom door, just to make sure neither of them can hear right now.] They'll give you a great recommendation for me, I promise! [thumbs up!

-wait] I don't want to be a guard though. I mean. I'm glad lots of you are out there fighting the fight and chasing down guys who steal ladies underwear or whatever, but. [shruuuuug] No way that's for me. [He's not even going to talk about getting a job in the red light district. Don't talk to him about it, he'll die.] I went to give blood! But, that's not a job either, you know?

[There's a pause of about ten seconds here as he stares off camera, apparently contemplating what kind of job it might be to donate blood for a living.

Focus, Nakatsu.] So! All you guys out there! Someone can give me a job, I know it! If it's working with food I accept already! If it's working as a dumb guard, forget it. Okay! Peace!

[He reaches for the camera- which he fumbles and drops to the floor.

This is a super flattering angle up his nose.] Hey, I almost forgot! If you're free sometime and you know what soccer is, let me know! We should play.

[A little more scrabbling and there's finally some silence. There. It's over.]

wondie

[ username: Diana ]

( this is her first appearance on the network, but Diana might be recognizable to some all the same. she was easily spotted wandering the halls of Thesa Station, especially in the halls of the sleeping. considering her height and easy confidence, she does tend to draw attention as she moves around Olympia as well. even if she isn't recognizable, she might be after this.

while she's unused to this method of communication, she's tinkered with it enough to master it. at least enough to accomplish what she means to say. she speaks cleanly, and with clear purpose. )

Greetings. I am Diana. ( it's taken some doing, but she did manage to say her name without spitting out titles and who her mom is. someone should give her points for this. ) I come with a request for aide.

Our landing was made in haste, and damage was wrought from the lack of planning. We all remember the scars left on the land, the devices we left behind in our wake.

Considering our work here must be performed in secrecy, I suspect it would be wise to clean up what we can before the residents of this planet find it. Beyond that, we might be able to scrap and make something of the devices we were ejected in, and do something for the destroyed field that softened our landing.

If you would aide me in this, I would have your name. I suspect the sooner we start, the better. If you believe your hands will be of help, then they will be welcome.

( apparently that's it. Diana shuts off the feed without even a goodbye. nice talking to you, Wondie... )

competing

[ good morning everyone, hope you weren't hoping to sleep in on this marvelous TGIF, because coming atcha from your very own communication device is one (1) blue paladin of voltron, looking perhaps a little too happy, a little too excited. ]

SUP FELLOW REFUGEES!
its ya boy lance!
so turns out theres a few things about this place thats pretty similar to my home world
and a little blue birdy tells me todays my birthday [ lol it's funny because his phone is blue........ ]

now back home my family would normally throw me a party but theyre uh
theyre kinda busy right now [ you know. fighting for their lives in sleep-mode and all. ]
and its a little too last minute to throw anything together anyway
but that doesnt mean we cant enjoy a few party games right?? [ if you can't already tell, he is pumped. games are, like, the second best thing about parties. (second to presents and cake, of course.) ]

since were all kinda scattered i thought we could all play one over this network
that way everyone gets to play!
the games called 'never have i ever'
and all you gotta do is say something
SOMETHING HONEST
that youve never done or seen or heard or whatever
and everyone who that applies to has to respond to you with a story about it!

[ okay so he... modified the game a bit. normally it involves drinking, bUT WHY ALIENATE THOSE WHO CAN'T, AMIRITE............. and besides if there is no birthday cake to be shared, might as well go for the next best thing, right? embarrassing stories! ] ]

i can even start!
ready??

--

( ooc; this is backdated to lance's birthday this past friday (july 28). feel free to create your own toplevels, respond to others with or without an accompanying story, threadjack, etc! )

enarms

Hello. John Watson here.

I've met some of you already but for the rest I'd like to introduce myself as a doctor. I'm from Earth, 2012, I'm a fully qualified surgeon as of that year and familiar with medicine from that time period. If you'd rather not go to Lysa, please get in contact if you ever need medical attention. For the time being I'll be treating anyone for serious problems at the Station, but in the event of an emergency or something minor I can come to you.

Those of you I treated the other night, if you could check in that would be great.

Thanks. Hope we're all doing alright after that nightmare.

I'd also be interested to talk to anyone with medical experience about their thoughts on Lysa's methods from what they've seen so far. Cheers.

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