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[personal profile] 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
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[personal profile] 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. )
ascocarp: pt2a16.k | (stand up til you fall)
[personal profile] ascocarp
WHO: Ellie and YOU.
WHAT: Ellie has some things to broadcast. Also a followup log under the cut.
WHERE: The Ruins, oooo.
WHEN: Probably after the Ruins have been discovered for a little, but time being what it is, she could be 'ahead' of your character, or whatever you want, whatever. I'm hip.
NOTES: Gonna eat some fluffy animals.

Why did the cookie cry? Because his father was a wafer so long!

Haha, anyway, does anybody with some big... knives... or some special way to cut shit... or an ax. I could use an ax. I used all my arrows.

Does anybody know how to hunt for shit? 'Cause I do. If you need some fresh meat, I'm at the phone booth. I'm pretty sure it's the only fucking one.
but then... )
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[personal profile] wastemods
WHO: Everyone in game.
WHAT: The second half of our first event, plus a new area to explore.
WHERE: Anywhere in the world core and, where relevant, the ruins.
WHEN: After the escape rooms.
NOTES: Expect surreal horror and possible violence. Please use common sense when warning for other content.

or get lost in this daze )
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[personal profile] 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.

Read more... )
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[personal profile] 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. )
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[personal profile] 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?
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[personal profile] 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.
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[personal profile] 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: pt1a14.k | unsure . static (75423)
[personal profile] ascocarp
    WHO: Ellie and YOU.
    WHAT: Ellie is bored and playing with a ham radio.
    WHERE: Anywhere with a radio.
    WHEN: After the TDM, for various values of 'after' when time is variable.
    NOTES: It's Ellie, so casual discussions of violence are de rigueur.


[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?
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[personal profile] 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 )

FORMAT.

Feb. 16th, 2017 03:45 pm
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[personal profile] wastemods

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