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[Normally, Sans prefers text. It helped him sidestep the inevitable set of questions that arose when most humans got a look at him. Of course, text had its limitations. There was something about the old book that couldn't be directly translated through a roughshod filter of comic sans.

Lack of experience translates to poor focus when the video starts streaming, but aside from that blurriness the feed is notably steady. No gaps, no garbled words, no sudden disconnects. A nice change of pace for anyone who attempted network communication in the past couple weeks.]

Testing, one, two. [The video is focused on an old book, open to a few blurry pages.] Seems like the Nerd Herd came through, so here's hoping I am too. [Anyway.] These last few weeks I've been pretty booked checking out the library. There're some racy tomes in there, fyi, for those of you into that kinda thing.

[He flips the page. And, while blurry, the hand doing the flipping is definitely... fleshless. The page itself is hard to pick out specifics, but a lot of it appears to be annotated with handwritten notes.]

This one's a bit on the dry side, but for all the former Thisavrou residents... Well, looks like whoever survived came up with a nifty name for what went down with Mother. The Great Catastrophe. Catchy, right?

I'm gonna upload some pages. I get the feeling people who lived through it might be able to speak to its accuracy more than me. [The pages come in later, thankfully much more readable than the video.] Reason I'm wondering is, uh...

[He uploads another page. This one mentioning a passage of light. It bluntly details how several crew members walked into, but did not return.]

Look, I get the Ingress's been gone for three hundred years, but... sound familiar to anyone else?


Oct. 6th, 2017 11:15 pm
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[personal profile] magneticfields
[He relaxes his posture and softens his features as much as he can. Usually, when he tries to broadcast something, it’s not done with the intention of appearing helpful and making contacts. He practices which expression to use, and attempts what he thinks Charles would do. But the effect is so insipid that he opts for a more neutral expression, as relaxed and friendly as he can manage while talking to his device.

Which is floating a few feet ahead of him. Good impressions require good angles, after all. His efforts are marred by the continued instability of the Network. Static affects both the image and the sound. Luckily, his oratory style tends to slow and deliberate so most of his message is discernible anyway.]

Fellow r[...]dents. It has come to my attention that there is a great deal of damag[...] and other apparatus. There are also some in ou[...] not have the skills to repair these necessities on their own.

If you [...] in need of assistance, bring the object in question to my [...] labs, or find me there to discuss [...] too big or heavy to move. I will repair what I can, in ex[...] metal or other services. I can also teach basics of repair and maint[...] interested in learning how to do such th[...]rself.

Also, if you have skills in metalworking, [...]ectronics and would like [...]with me, please come to the workshop so [...] partnership.

If we pool our res[...]kills, our abilities in all things in this manner, there is nothing we [...].

Thank you.
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[personal profile] deal_me_in
[Fighting its hardest, the spurt of a message breaks through on the heels of the Mother's broadcast, a voice. It's perhaps familiar to a few, those who have spoken with Cayde and his Ghost. The transmission cuts out as it tries to boost the signal, but it's a losing battle.]

--AB communications blocked, resorting to the station's--

--ost of the team down-- Mother has --verridden the systems, I'm not sure if-

Oh no...
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[personal profile] awar
[As in previous uses, the emergency channel cuts into all communication. It hijacks local relays, fills broadcast displays. Even those emerging from the depths below the mediation center will receive the call: crackling with static, but still clear enough to see. Unlike the last time, there is no floating robot. No admonishment. Only a woman, gold light leaking from her eyes.

And the silver light of the Ingress, flickering through a window just behind her.]

It's been so long.

[Her voice is somber. Her register slips, tone echoing and layering, as if too many voices were there to speak the words. The Ingress backlights her shape with an unsteady, too-bright glow, but the room she stands in is all dark. Where are the lights?

Where are the others who went with her?]

Wearing your skins. Speaking your lies. Wallowing through your f̵̢̢͢i̷͢l̸҉̷͡t̢̡̨͞h҉̶̴͝ for every grueling step.

[Lips curve wide as she turns to the screen, teeth bared in a mirthless, savage grin. Then all those features melt away. What's left is a smaller face—a smaller body. A girl who skulked in the sewers, pleading and warning until the Savrii took her away.]

How many monsters did you name me as? How many stories? Did you use them to scare your chil͏d͡r̸̛e͏̧̛ń̷? I hope they were scared. I hope you are.

[Again, the features melt and resettle. Another woman, ageless and inhuman, who once reached out to Thisavrou requesting peace. Offering a gift to those who wanted: the chance to change their bodies in any way they chose. The Greeter of Asteroid 276.]

"Centuries of isolation. Millennia of fear. You offered us a chance to move things forward..."

[The smile drops. The quoting, placid tone bleeds free, and the hiss that speaks up from all sides is sharp as daggers.]

All I had to do was play your game.

[Once more, the woman's features change. From child to stranger back to the face her allies in this place know best. The Mother. Gold light returns in a brilliant rush, like a held breath released. But it's not the only light that's changing. The uneven flickering of the Ingress picks up, power snapping out and pulling in. Unstable.]

I died and killed a hundred thousand times to get here. I whittled through your flesh and forms to earn revenge. And by the time I make it? You've nearly called the storms yourselves.

[One laugh piles on the next, and not a single one from this body. Sharp and hysterical, bitter and enraged. It's fitting. It's unacceptable. She will see everything they've made crumble to dust.]

You could have ruined your worlds from your own folly. You would have, in just a little more time. But now...

[A viscous fluid falls from the ceiling beyond, out past the window. It forms a column, then a single shape, and for a moment, two of Mother's bodies stand in view. Then the closer one melts out to nothing, leaving one silhouette on the edge of the Ingress platform.

The voices, however, are still clear. Still close.]

You took apart what I created. Now I return that g͢i̢̧f̛t́ in kind.

"Allies?" [It's a single voice, off to the side. Sweet and mocking. Childish.] Crawl into what holes you want.

The rest of this will burn.

[The light of the portal spikes and crashes, shuddering jaggedly against a shadow pressing up behind. Only to still as Mother reaches out. For a moment, everything is calm.

Then the Ingress shatters, and the feed goes dark.]

[[ooc: Please look to this ooc post for what follows! TAB communications will remain functional for a brief time, and characters are welcome to respond—to each other as well as her. However, neither Mother nor most of the away team will reply.]]
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[personal profile] mylawn
I was the one who set off that fog.

[That seems like a good opener, right? He suspects it might have happened anyway, without the interference of the team he took into the treatment plant, but this is more to get people's attention in the aftermath of the psychic call than anything else.]

Pretty sure you've all heard the story about the child by now. [Adrien made sure of that.] Not sure if anyone still needs convincing of what happened. Some more hard evidence. Let me know.

[Hint hint. There's video of the encounter (thanks Zer0), and he's pretty sure he's sat on it long enough--but of course he can't guarantee this network isn't monitored, so that's all there is.]


Sep. 6th, 2017 02:46 pm
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[personal profile] nishizono
hey, fellow prisoners! or should i say guests? having some trouble with the technical definitions lately.

i need some help. personal reasons. it's more of a crafts project, and i don't have anything to trade any of you - all the good shit i had are currently confiscated, sorry about that. anyway, here's the list of things i'm looking for:

- 1 box condoms
- 1 roll copper wire
- 2 metal files (1 long, 1 short)
- 1 roll electrical tape
- 1 liter acrylic paint, any color
- 1 car battery
- 1 telepath
- 1 roll fairy lights

if anyone can point me in the right direction, or if anyone's willing to help pull this together, i'll owe you something. we can negotiate.


Sep. 4th, 2017 05:19 am
whosthemonsternow: (drawn face)
[personal profile] whosthemonsternow
> Alright so
> I know some of you have dinosaur babies
> and I have a mighty need for some dino teeth
> sharper the better
> DON'T PULL THEM OUT MY GOD just ones that fall out on their own
> if you hurt a dinosaur I'll find you and you'll very very much regret it
> Anyways. 
> Dono how much I need
> As much as possible? 
> Can trade physical labor
> like moving shit or something
> Don't really have many items right now but
> i'll work a half hour a tooth 
> also any shaving cream or conditioner 
> or even baby oil idfk
> hit me up


Sep. 2nd, 2017 05:05 am
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[personal profile] warandpeace
My leg is broken. As in my prosthetic. [Which is a sufficient excuse for his current lack of the lower half of his leg.] I need a functional replacement of some sort.

[Something to tide him over. He's getting used to it; throwing bits of himself on the sacrificial altar just to win. Now that the anger is starting to ebb and he's starting to feel a little weak and helpless, something he's always unwilling to admit. Giving some of the parts out of his own damn body was the only way he had left to fight any of this.]

[In a way he's waiting for rescue all over again, only this time from the inside.]

I at least need a good crutch. I'm using a metal bar for now, but something that I can put comfortably under my arm would help.

I don't want to ask them for help with it.

[He does have some pride left in there somewhere.]


Aug. 29th, 2017 07:27 pm
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[personal profile] liberaltus
[Behold. This is not your everyday pleasant, charming, and well-spoken Dorian, noooo -- say hello to your not-so-friendly neighborhood irascible Dorian. He’s not above sarcasm and friendly banter, but short tempered is rare for someone so practical and cordial…and yet.]

So we’re the bad guys, the root of all suffering and evil blah, blah, blah…now where have I heard this tune before? Oh right, partiality as old as the Maker himself…and yet they’re not above lying, manipulating, torture, brutality, and theft [theft gets its own special emphasis for very specific reasons] they don’t kill, they don’t imprison, such unique little snowflakes they are. I’m certainly not seeing any of their own in here for transgressions committed, because they’ve been flawless hosts I suspect. Venhedis kaffan vas.

[He’s so irritated that it’s difficult to tease his sarcasm apart from his true irritation.]

Of course, I could be wrong, the little pack of Savrii that assaulted me unprovoked could have been a fever dream, it’s possible. Not bloody likely. But possible.

[So what’s brought on so much agitation? Well, for anyone who knows the mage, they know he’s something of a drunkard and a drunkard without wine is being forced to dry out. Right now, he’s only agitated…small mercies.]

As an aside has anyone taken stock of all of our resources, they’re still feeding us and supplying us with some things, yes? I need more than that to keep myself occupied -- books, cards, music, writing materials…any-bloody-thing really.

[His voice isn't shaking at all.]
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[personal profile] prorenataa
[ It's been a struggle, through the deep mire of apathy, exhaustion and a sense of crushing futility.

Adrien had thrown himself a right proper tantrum for most of the period from stumbling out of the Ingress until they got to the husk of the Moira. There had been no magic moment that had reinvigorated him, no pep talk ... or even proper coffee.

Part of him wanted to stay down on the floor. Hard to tell what got him to his feet but by the time the video clicked on, the doctor was just that; on his feet. As was usual with his videos, once he established the connection, he set the TAB down on the table. With the damage to the ship it might be hard to tell where he was but a good guess would be, MedBay. ]

Alright. I don't know about anyone else but I've enjoyed myself a right proper pity party for the past ... who the fuck knows. However long it's been since we came through the Ingress to get here to the Moira.

Not important.

What is important is the fact that we appear to have been 'returned to sender' without a proper forwarding address.

I'm curious; what do we have, what do we need? Who is pursuing what in terms of a course of action to get us back on our feet? And if you are doing anything, do you need any help?

I'll go first.

I got to what's left of the MedBay. It's not in great shape but it's serviceable. I packed a couple of pacdiscs with some medical supplies before I left Kauto, so if anyone is in need of treatment, we may be able to help. As for assistance, the MedBay could benefit from any and all hands that have any medical knowledge, ability, or fuck it if you won't pass out at the sight of blood and want to help.

[ There was a pause, somewhere off screen he may have been rubbing his eyes. Trying to think of anything else to say, before closing. ]

Okay so ... that's medical. Who'd like to go next? [ Another pause and then a mutter. ] Please let it be someone with coffee.

[OOC: This post is intended to encourage all the thread-hopping and thread-jacking!

Things learned so far:

1) The characters are a little a lot cracked around the edges.
2) Shepard is hating on puzzling over locked doors and that pesky 'turned around' habit of the Moira's.
3) Shiro is discussing a distress beacon & possibly collecting items from home
4) There is an offer of instant and also regular coffee. ]
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[personal profile] gottawearshades
[ Scott's been here a few days, but he hasn't posted on the network or done much other than rest, recover, and plan. He is eight different kinds of not okay with the fact that he was just brought here out of the blue. He's worried about the others back home, worried about how his parents are going to take a second child just... gone. They weren't exactly the best, but they deserved better than a pair of empty caskets and a ton of questions. And then there was where he actually was and all of what that meant.

He'd spent a few days trying to figure out if they were messing with him, but from everything he'd been able to see or find, it looked like the people who'd brought him here weren't trying to trap him so much as just couldn't send him home. He'd stewed a little in that, frustrated with himself and his lack of scientific knowledge to ever refute such an idea, but that didn't really help anything and he'd turned towards something to do here soon enough. Honestly, it's amazing that took as long as it did, given Scott's general impatience. That's why, with his couple of credits and his ridiculous job recommendation (hey, if he could rock it, he'd rock it for money. Pride's never paid his bills...) he's finally dipping his toe into treating this place like his 'real world' for the moment instead of just a screwed up nightmare scenario.

He's looking pretty good for a kid from 1983 with medically required wrap around sunglasses as he grins into the camera and offers a laconic sort of thumbs up. Teenage boys are a menace and should be stopped. ]

Hey, so... if I say 'mutant', what does that make you all think of?

[ The mun would like to note that due to the fact that the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles came out in May of 1984, she was unable to make a totally tubular reference and she would like if you would all be sad for her at this deep temporal injustice.

Scott, on the other hand, is testing the waters in a sort of obvious but not really entirely obvious but pretty obvious kind of way. Though to be fair, he's doing it in front of the most non-descript bit of wall in the Ingress compound he could find and fully intends to take off the eye-catching bright neon yellow jacket and stuff it in his backpack as soon as he's done. Nothing to be done about the telling sunglasses, but he's trying. Who knows what could come back from this? ]


Aug. 10th, 2017 05:08 pm
ascendit: (it doesn't add up)
[personal profile] ascendit
[Both the timing and the sound of people's voices and footsteps in the background indicate that this was recorded just after the meeting, as people start to leave. A thud, and from farther away:] Oh, crap -

[The sounds of rummaging. Guess what idiot dropped his TAB basically as soon as he hit record and is now picking it up?]

So, uh, great meeting and all, can't wait to go, but has anyone else ever come back from medical - not dying, just a really long checkup - but something's gone weird and the Ingress Complex doctors aren't seeing it? [Mumbled quickly:] Or weird nightmares over there. [And back to a regular volume:] Nothing like this happened on the Moira.

And hey, I know some of you are doctors - could someone check out my dumb hand? Even if it's just a quick look before we leave. [Annoyed:] I might be kinda useless on Sawarga.

[All Nate's replies will also be in voice unless otherwise specified.]
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[personal profile] petridish
[Those who check the contact list may notice there is now only one Jane Shepard listed, but this user looks almost identical to her, just mad.]

Suggestions for ways to change your appearance? Long term but not as permanent as that asteroid's genetic modification, both things that can be done on the trip and recommendations for service providers for when we get back.

[All Nova's replies will also be in text unless otherwise specified.]


Aug. 8th, 2017 03:36 pm
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[personal profile] tearmeanewone
[When the feed starts there's a quick flash of Elizabeth's distressed face before a flash of quick movement jerks the TAB away and Elizabeth yelps. There's a struggle happening, and a lot of what's being recorded is jerkycam of the ceiling. After a few seconds, some grunting, and solid thumping noises, Elizabeth comes back into view.]

This is Elizabeth DeWitt, I'm in my apartment, in the private collection and--

[The camera is obscured again by something pale covered in gray splotches. It takes a minute for the camera to focus while Elizabeth is shouting 'No, no, no, let go, let go!', but eventually it does focus to reveal... words on a page.]

[She screams again and the TAB goes flying and lands on its side, finally giving the viewer a clear shot of what's going on. Elizabeth is on her side and being swarmed by what can only be described as... overly excited puppy-sized books. At least fifty of them, all the same size and color. They hop about on the corners of their covers, flapping and clinging to Elizabeth while she tries to get up and fight them off. Gently, of course. Don't hurt the books. She starts shouting:]

I'm in the Moira's private collection in my apartment in Region Five and I need some help here!

[One of the books hops over to the TAB and after hopping around it, somehow picks it up and starts shaking it again, viciously, until it flies into a shelf and bounces until it stops against a box marked 'Thán's Collection - DO NOT LOAN OUT - Hands Off, Snart'.]
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[personal profile] shashka
Good morning.

[ the voice on the other end seems to have a vague Russian accent. ]

Since it seems to be a common theme lately, I have a question for everyone: What is the absolute strangest thing you've ever seen or experienced, either where you come from, or from here?

[ a pause ]

In the interest of good faith, I've got a story to share with you about mine. My first Commanding Officer had the unique ability to shoot electricity out of his hands. He was a real piece of work, [ no that was probably sharing too much ] but that's neither here or there. Anyways... he could shoot electricity out of his hands. Which you might or might not find out of the ordinary, but it wasn't quite the weirdest shit I've ever run up against.

[ but back to the story ] Anyways, he ended up getting killed by an enemy agent, much to the dismay of almost no one. But, even if his brain was gone, somehow his body was kept alive, almost out of sheer spite.

And twenty years later, he woke up. But he was on fire. And that fire... [ a pause as he looks for the right word ] zombie [ that was not the right word ] chased me and this other guy on a flaming unicorn.

And that was the strangest thing I've ever experienced.

[ but instead of it shutting off, his tone changes ever so slightly, as he seems to be talking to a person on the other end. ]

-So as you can see, I'm perfectly...

[ no. now it's shut off. ]


Aug. 6th, 2017 09:49 pm
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[personal profile] vata
[Someone's proud of herself. From where she's set up, fiddling with a handful of tech— tech that might just look familiar to anyone familiar with Winston's work in stabilizing temporal distortion— Sombra's grinning like a cat that ate the canary: bright as the circuitry hardwired into her head.

After a moment longer spent working one more panel loose, her attention flicks up, nose crinkling along with it:
] Anybody out there got any good ideas for celebrating around here?

Not talking about a beer with some music. I mean really kicking it off.

The kind of letting loose that comes up after you take care of a real...infestation.


Aug. 6th, 2017 03:53 am
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[personal profile] firstpriority
[The man on the video is blue skinned with glowing blue eyes and in armor that bears military markings. Over his shoulder a small white machine floats, periodically tilting towards him and then away as if to look out at something, in contrast to the blue man whose eyes don't move from the screen, and in fact the look is rather intense.]

In what time I have been here, I will admit the peace is appreciated. Where I am from, even without a direct threat, there would still be excitement born from competition among each other. To say that I find this peace unusual, but welcomed would not be a lie.

[And before he continues he looks over at his Ghost, giving the white machine a glare as if to forestall any comments from it before looking back.]

However, as I have yet to find any fellow Guardians in the time this peace provides me between the duties I was assigned [such a nice way to say he works in the library], I feel almost negligent in that task. So to any Guardians that are here, this is Commander Zavala asking you all to report in. [And he probably couldn't sound any more formal if he tried.]
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[personal profile] neverheardofhim
You ever think that someone is writing our lives, and we're part of some comedy shitshow that the gods are playing out? If that's the case, then I'd like to have a talk with whoever's in charge.

Shadow demons? I can name at least five Thedosian books that played it better. Caught up on feelings and regrets toward people? There are better ways to damage a person. I can think of twenty bad memories that we didn't even touch on.

That's why, if you want good plot twists and thrilling concepts, you should subscribe to Tentacles and Shields publishing. This month we'll be producing a story about last month: The Shadow and its Paramore. Stay tuned for details.
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[personal profile] switchcircuit
[Red isn't shy, but she doesn't like making a spectacle of herself unless it's a concert. Even still she's having a bit of a problem finding what she needs and so hopefully there is either a techie out there or a musician or a mix of the two.

Her smiling face appears on the feed with a wave of one hand (why yes, her nails are freshly painted just as bright red as her hair, thanks for noticing!)]

Hello, World.

I'm looking for a synthesizer board and cannot find one for sell. Is there anyone here who might be able to custom build one for me? What's it called on your worlds I can only guess.

[She thinks a moment, eyes cast to the side before looking to the TAB again.]

It's a board with programmable buttons that play the recorded sound to the beat you set. You can play back the samples and create music. I hope someone out there knows what I'm talking about!


Aug. 3rd, 2017 07:03 pm
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[personal profile] salarianpathfinder
[Weird looking bug eyed aliens aren't anything new on Thisvarou, so one popping up on the network isn't all that out of place. Unfortunately, nobody that this alien has chatted with so far seems to have any idea what a salarian is. That's honestly far less troubling than the fact that she's here at all with no way to leave, and everyone she's chatted with so far haven't been the most helpful. In all fairness, she seems to have shown up in the wake of some kind of horrible catastrophe, sooo she's just not going to bother the technicians any more than she has to.

Which brings her to the network instead. Despite her frustrations with pretty much everything, Raeka looks perfectly calm, not quite cheerful, but certainly professional.]

Judging by the chatter I've heard around the Ingress complex, it would seem that I've arrived at something of an... inopportune time, so I'll try to be brief. I'm looking for any information that you can share with me in regards to Thisavrou's scientific departments. I specialize in ecology myself, and feel that my expertise would be put to greater use in a laboratory or on the field than it would be testing for bugs in the TAB's map application. Not that I don't appreciate having work secured for me, but I can't help but wonder how many other people are given jobs that are so unfitting.

Unrelated, but in the off chance that anyone from home might be here, this is Pathfinder Raeka, with the Andromeda Initiative. Any status reports you can share with me would be greatly appreciated.

That's all for now, thank you for your time.