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[gonplei]

WHO: little ray of pitch black, Octavia Blake
WHAT: mass text (SENT INDIVIDUALLY TO EVERYONE OK DONT PICK ON ME)
WHERE: your Nokia or whatever
WHEN: sent somewhere pre-event, but feel free to answer during.

if we're all gonna make it here, we have to help each other out. not just ask stupid questions about shadows and liquor.

[ FULL OFFENSE ]

so sound off. say what you're good at or can do to help. or whatever you've learned about this place.

assholes, screw off. you know who you are.

i'll start. i'm octavia. [ She feels relatively confident giving her full name now that she knows nobody from home is going to show up and try to kill her. Hopefully. ] i was the war chief's second. and i managed to survive on earth after some of your descendants nuked it, so there's that.



oh, and if you find any medicine, give it to ruth.

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u got it dude!!

[gonplei]

[ Oh, this guy. Their conversation was a little embarrassing for her, so she takes a moment before responding: ]

that's me

[wontgraham]

well. sounds like neither of us was crazy, after all. [ To Will, it was a normal conversation, albeit with a slightly-aggressive start. And it had always had a certain focus she came back to... ]

you've been worried about group survival since the start. now i see where that instinct came from.

i used to be a homicide detective before i worked in forensics for the fbi. most of what i do is more relevant to figuring out WHY something brought us here and how to...negotiate with it, not how to survive outside.

especially since there's nothing to fish or hunt, here.

i think something brought us here consciously, and maybe not at random. and i think we can interact with it, we just need to find out how. [ Infodump much? Will's been able to see the other conversations here, though, and this awareness that they can see others' posts means he suddenly wants to share everything he can, for all of them to see. Like Octavia — he thinks they've got a better chance of survival as a group.

He just might have different concerns about how that's going to get accomplished. ]

[gonplei]

[ OK, she has a lot of questions, like why the hell he's talking about this ominous "something" and what made him think that in the first place, but also, there's a lot of words she doesn't understand. ]

back up.

what's fbi?

[ She's pronouncing this "fibby" in her mind rn. ]

[wontgraham]

[ Do you have any idea how long it took him to type all that on his terrible flip phone. Do you.

But okay, she does sound like she came from...yet another alternative version of the world, so. Alright. Will can play along. ]

basically a detective agency for the federal government. in the united states.

i helped solve murders. [ It's weird to simplify the language about something so serious. The dissonance of this gets to Will almost as much as hearing Octavia is supposedly from the future. ]

hopefully we won't have too many of those here. [ hint hint, wink wink, all you hyper-aggressive types. ]

[gonplei]

i haven't killed anyone yet.

[ She's pretty used to owning her murders, anyway. Red Dragon, she is not. ]

what's all this about thinking "something" brought us here?

[wontgraham]

i guess we wouldn't know if you were lying. [ It's actually meant as a joke, just a...really bad one. ]

do you have a better idea about how we got here?

and you can interact with it. a little.

ask the mirrors. [ like that's not incredibly cryptic... ]

[gonplei]

what kind of bullshit is 'ask the mirrors'?

how stupid do you think i am?

[wontgraham]

[ Wow, would you look at the time! It's 'Will's small bar of patience just ran out' o'clock. ]

not sure yet. i was hoping you weren't stupid enough to overlook clues just because they don't fit the narrative you'd already picked.