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WHO: Daenerys Targaryen
WHAT: Seeking company while traveling.
WHERE: On some junk heap.
WHEN: Mid-week?
NOTES: Targaryens are special people.

(There is so much to burn and fire has always been a comfort to her. Daenerys has lit a circle of flame around the building where she spent the night resting. The crackling is undeniable and her voice has lost some of its energy and power.)

Where is the end - ? There is no exit; no change. Have you ever wondered what lies underneath?

(Burn it all. Maybe her father had the right idea. But she doesn't want to be like him. She can't be like him. She's different. Right?)

I want to meet one of you. Anyone. As soon as possible.

wastemods

WHO: Anyone and everyone.
WHAT: Our second test drive meme.
WHERE: Anywhere in the setting, including the core and ruins.
WHEN: Whenever your character arrives, or after the shadows start acting wonky for current characters.
NOTES: Expect surreal horror and possible violence. Please use common sense when warning for other content.

( and i hold a mystic sign )

sweariff

WHO: bigby & you
WHAT: small, angry new yorker yells at small, purple phone: the genesis.
WHERE: over the network.
WHEN: before the event, aka right now, but can also be backtagged throughout it and after.

[This? This is not a phone. This is a little glowing square crafted from (presumably) plastic and fueled by (obviously) hatred with way too many picture boxes and keys that are too small for his fingers. Plus, it looks like it has a camera attached to it. So, clearly not a phone.

It is, however, the only usable item he's been able to find in past hour since waking up, excluding a walkie-talkie without batteries — which feels like some cosmic force's idea of a joke, just like everything else in this shithole. After what feels like a wretchedly long amount of time hitting the wrong buttons because, again, they're too goddamned small, Bigby finally reaches the screen he's looking for and somewhat literally takes a shot in the dark.]

hello

[That... also looks too small. Isn't there a way to make this shit bigger?]

hELLO

[Perfect.]

GOT A COUPLE OF QUESTIONS
MAYBE YOU'LL HAVE THE ANSWERS
1. IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE FROM NEW YORK CITY
2. WHAT YEAR IS IT
3. WHERE CAN I FIND BATTERIES

[There's a pause on his end for a good two or three minutes as he stares at his screen, then something else occurs to him.]

4. WHAT THE FUCK IS A HUMANSONA420

techknowlogical

WHO: Koushirou and whoever makes the mistake of responding
WHAT: IMPORTANT QUESTIONS
WHERE: Some secluded corner of the ruins
WHEN: Now-ish but ambiguously whenever you reply

[Although texting is certainly his preferred way of communicating, it's still a little nerve-wracking. But figuring things out is way more important than some unnecessary nervousness, and so he's finally decided to take a break from other things he's working on to ask some questions.]

Hello everyone. In the interest of discovering why and how we arrived here, I had a few questions for those willing to answer them.

The first is what each of us was doing before we found ourselves here, and if it happened in any sort of noteworthy location. Any details could be important, so whatever you remember is likely valuable.

The second is if anyone here is familiar with or experienced in traveling between dimensions or worlds, outside of this one.

The third is if anyone, while here, has attempted any methods of reaching or contacting a dimension or world outside of this one, and what the results were.

[He's... Not expecting much on the last one, honestly, but might as well ask. The first two might result in something useful, though, or at least he hopes they might.

And before he ends the post--]

Thank you for your time.

omniavincit

WHO: William and his issues
WHAT: A man starved for reading materials
WHERE: Negotiable, though probably near the wall-o-mystery
WHEN: After Ruth's tête-à-tête with the setting

Hey. It's William. [ He sounds distracted, which, oddly enough, means this is more to-the-point than usual: his words slightly clipped, fewer hesitations. ] I have a request. If you see any symbols or markings—write them down? Take a picture, carve them in a piece of wood, whatever. And make a note of where you found them.

I'm trying to put something together. [ In this place where everything's constantly falling apart. He's not being vague for the sake of it—it's hard to explain his conviction that the symbols matter. That they must mean something. It'd be harder still to explain the knot in his stomach, the feeling that if he'd only known what they meant, what Ruth had gone through could have been prevented. ]

We can meet [ here he lets out a breath that falls just short of laughter ] at your leisure. Thank you.

[ Ten seconds later: ] Let me know if you need an example.

( supplemental content )

calculo

WHO: robbie & you
WHAT: network stuff
WHERE: hanging out near the creepy river
WHEN: at your leisure
NOTES: n/a but will update as needed

( robbie's mostly stayed away from the network save for answering a few people here and there. but, maybe he's curious. maybe he's bored. maybe he's a little bit of both and that's why he clicks his stupid phone thing on now. )

everyone still alive?

( might as well check. there's been a lot going on. does that mean he cares? probably not. maybe not. okay, maybe he does. )

anyone formulated a theory on what happened to this place and why it is the way it is?

( might as well ask something meaningful while he does this. )

startin' to think i may be dead and this is punishment for all the stuff i did when i was alive. eso sería demasiado fácil, sin embargo.

( joking? serious? he's not telling. )

sorrypardonyesthankyou

WHO: ruth aldine + YOU
WHAT: talking about BOLD PLANS for the FUTURE
WHERE: the ruins, specifically near the river
WHEN: june 30th onwards
NOTES: this is step one of the player quest happening on july 5! please zoom over there if you have questions, want to make plans, &cet. NB: potential for discussions of suicide, state-sponsored murder, etc. more specific notes tbd.

[The warm hiss of white noise is just part of being in the ruins--but at some point, when it's getting a little darker, a voice comes through.]

Yes. Pardon. This is Ruth.

[You know, if the stuttery little words at the start didn't clue you in.]

We had thank you an idea--see if we can reason yes, reason with this place. That... [A crackle of static.] Sorry. You saw the empty spot, didn't you? Sorry. Yes. I think...I think it's something.

But going...yes. I'm, uh. I'm not gonna pardon, won't be in my body. And after all the other stuff yes, pardon I tried to do here...it might not agree with me. Sorry. Might need people to keep an eye out. No.

Sorry. No. So if anyone's interested...

[And, you know. If they understood any of this.]

itselbitch

WHO: eliot waugh, king of shit, and whoever responds.
WHAT: network texting: he's running low on drugs so now he's hunting for booze.
WHERE: all over because he's also looking while texting.
WHEN: sent out before the event, but take your time to reply. it's not like it's going anywhere in your message history unless you delete it (and then find out you can't delete it). he's not going to not want booze two months from now.
NOTES: probably contains cursing, sexual references, and mentions of drugs and alcohol. eliot is not a role model. don't look inside if you're looking for one.

( the XXXtra_TerrestriEL has landed. )

omniavincit

WHO: William and WHATEVER STUPID HANDLE YOUR CHARACTER IS USING
WHAT: Breaking in the network.
WHERE: The information...two-lane country road.
WHEN: Whenever you like (pre- or post-event...or lmao during...is fine)!

[ If one of the handles William selected at random from his phone's perplexing contacts list belongs to you, congratulations! That device you slipped in your pocket? Or squinted at in confusion? Or immediately fumbled, if you're William and can't seem to shake your current spell of bad luck?

It makes a noise. ]

FROM: @xxDARK_STARxx What do the shadows look like to you?

wastemods

WHO: Everyone in game.
WHAT: Our first event log!
WHERE: Anywhere in the world core.
WHEN: After the storms begin.
NOTES: Expect surreal horror and possible violence. Please use common sense when warning for other content.

( the space between wonder and why )

decisiveconquest

WHO: Daenerys Targaryen
WHAT: Exactly. What is happening.
WHERE: Tucked away in a safe corner.
WHEN: A few days after she arrives.

(From what information she has gathered Daenerys has come to the conclusion that she is trapped under some awful spell. Was it cast by the Night King? Or is someone else to blame? The last thing she remembers is the light of her Dothraki's arakhs being extinguished. Drogon had been at her side, ready to avenge his brother, and she is just now realizing how much she has come to rely on him. Without him, she feels exposed and vulnerable.)

I am Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Lady of Dragonstone, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons and The Unburnt. If anyone has information on our current situation, I want to hear it.

(Vulnerability isn't new to her; she knows how to bend it to her will; to put on a mask while inside she is shaking.)

We will be safer if we work together. (Unless this is a repeat of her welcome to Westeros, of course. She will lead here like she had done in the East. She must.) Those with the skills of soldiers, make yourselves known. We can establish a meeting point and set our temporary (What should she call all of this?) abode to rights. If anyone is injured, we can surely find creative methods to bringing you some relief.

The shadows will not consume us.

sorrypardonyesthankyou

WHO: ruth and you
WHAT: broadcast
WHERE: she's on the moonside, holed up in what used to be an old person's ~parlor~ with a Thomas the Tank Engine sleeping bag
WHEN: whenever's convenient.
NOTES: reference to suicide, violence, &cet.

Hello?

[A small, tired voice, the kind people have when they are Very Tired Of Throwing Up and also when they're Tired Of Bleeding. Mostly generic American accent, if from the East Coast, for whatever that's worth.]

Is pardon, yes, pardon i-is anyone else getting sick? Starting to think I'm allergic to this place. [There's almost a laugh, a little heh. The extra words are muttered, tic-like.] Or it's allergic to me. Sorry. No. Gets worse yes when I use my powers.

[A pause.]

...Any of you find a cane? Please. Just wondering.

ragnarsson

WHO: Ivar and you!
WHAT: Ivar has had it up to here with being unable to talk to people.
WHERE: Holed up in a room with a radio
WHEN: After his TDM threads.
NOTES: Usual Vikings talk in here of death, violence, and destruction.

[After Ivar had finally discovered a walkie-talkie, he fiddled around with it for a minute or two so that he was sure he was pressing the right buttons. Once he thought he for sure had the hang of it, he sent out a message.

The voice was likely to sound familiar to quite a few people, but at least now it was able to be understood, with just a Northern European accent still flavoring his words. He sounded rather irritated and tense.]

If anyone hears this and can actually understand me, answer back. I'm gonna fucking stab someone in the eye if I have to resort to hand gestures again.

[If you think he sounds like a violent psychopath, congratulations, you're right on the money with that line of thinking.]

ascocarp

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[The broadcast begins a little fuzzy as Ellie messes with the dials and utters indistinctly to herself.] Can I- uh- yeah, okay. Cool. Hello? Wait, no, that's... [More fuzz and murmuring.]

[Eventually, she seems satisfied. Now, how do radio broadcasts go? She remembers the ones in Boston's military QZ go...? God, she never paid any attention in that class. Her voice comes in clear, and it's obviously a young person speaking.] Uhhhh, nine-hundred hour... fuck it, the sky's fucking broken. Callsign... Daniela Star.

[Right.]

So, like, is there anybody here that goes by William? Or Will? Not Bill. Heh, those guys are assholes...

Oh! Also, has anybody seen any frickin' trees? Like real trees, with branches and shit. I found some potted plants, but they were all plastic. What about animals and stuff? I don't mean the freaky shadows, fuck those assholes. Like actual living breathing animals.

But... y'know, speaking of the shitty shadow fuckers, does anybody know how to, like, beat them? I saw somebody do it, but they had like a full suit of armor. I tried it and my hand almost fell off. They're cold.

...Maybe that's it. Anybody seen any fucking suits of armor laying around?

wastemods

WHO: Anyone and everyone.
WHAT: Our inaugural test drive meme.
WHERE: Anywhere in the world core.
WHEN: Whenever your character arrives.
NOTES: Expect surreal horror and possible violence. Please use common sense when warning for other content.

( it snowed for fourteen years )

wastemods

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Is this madness or loneliness? (Broadcast)

I'M THE COSMIC CHAMPION.

network: HUMANSONA420

network | un: IZZY

broadcast

network: un: n1CxC4Ge

yES HELLO: ruth, 2

network: @XXXtra_TerrestriEL

Network; @XXDARK_STARXX

BONFIRE LIGHTS IN THE MIRROR OF SKY.

The Queen has spoken. (Broadcast)

yES HELLO: ruth, 1

Ivar's had it with this language barrier: First broadcast

RADIO FREE ELLIE: 1st Broadcast.

THE SKY WENT OFF-WHITE.

FORMAT.