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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.

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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

WHO:

WHAT:

WHERE:

WHEN:

NOTES:

[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 )

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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.