thisavrou

(You know who is not going to react to this situation decently no matter how many times it's explained to him? Eddie. You know who doesn't have a good game face against fear? Also Eddie. He's alone, he needs an adult, and he's pretty sure they don't restock on inhalers here. He knew he didn't need it, not technically, but he also knew that his lungs were contracting at a rate that lead to hyperventilating and as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what an asthma attack was all about. He was having an asthma attack. Maybe. His body was thinking about it.

By the way, he's definitely just been staring at the video for a couple of silent seconds, his jaw working back and forth as he just tried to remind himself that he was actually capable of breathing. This kid......)

My mom's going to fucking kill me.

(The words are whispered under his breath and he would think twice about swearing if he realized how many adults might be watching this video. He was enough of a loser that he could get the whole communication device thing, really, that was fine. But he wasn't quite able to wrap his mind around the full extent of it all.

After a second, he decides fuck it. He needs his inhaler. It goes up, he gives it a few shakes, and takes a deep, deep breath in with it. Holds. Holds.

Then his whole body deflates, his eyes rolling up. He closes his eyes and thinks about how he would talk to the police in Derry. Ha. If that wasn't the biggest fucking joke ever. When he speaks next, his voice is pitched higher than before, that typical 'I'm trying super hard to be polite and endearing' voice that he uses to call his mom 'mommy' when he's real apologetic. He's not even trying to be a suck up. The kid's just scared.)

Um. My name's Eddie Kaspbrak. I'm Sonia Kaspbrak's son and I definitely need to be home for dinner which is like, in an hour. So if anyone can help...I would really appreciate it.

.....God, I really hope this isn't that creep who was taking all those kids.

squadgoals

[A new video post pings on your cool new communication device! It opens automatically, but seems to display the option for text-based, too, if you'd prefer not to have to watch or listen. An attachment is also present. The camera clicks on, centered on the head and shoulders of a woman with a military bearing, at ease—but no less businesslike.]

Hello all, and thank you for taking the time to listen to me. I've provided a text transcription, for those who'd prefer it.

To those of you who don't know me, my name is Shepard. Before Thisavrou, I lived on board the Moira, the ship many of us were pulled to—but before the Moira, I grew up on, and lived aboard ships and man-made satellites my entire life—and if there's one thing they've always consistently needed, it's routine maintenance, and reliable, ship or station-wide communication.

I know many of you have already taken the repair and renewal of this station into your own hands, and that just goes to show what an incredible group of people we have on board right now. The teamwork that went into the development of the new communication devices are a clear tribute to that effort. But while a lot of this has been accomplished simply via word-of-mouth, going forward, it would be good to have a public list of who is working on what, and where.

The goal is to compile a clear record of where people are at—so we know what areas require more help, or who people can contact if they want to volunteer to assist. What I'm not looking to do is push people into roles they're not comfortable with taking—this is all volunteer-based, to build our current home into something better.

So: here's the categories and areas I have so far: General station cleanup, including organization, pest control, and so on. Sanitation and life support, including air, water, and waste maintenance. Medical, including cryo technology. Technology and engineering, including maintenance and improvements. Bartering block occupants. Greenhouse and garden, including maintenance and improvements. General security, including guarding, shifts rota and patrols. Sports and leisure, including the bar, gym, and sundry entertainment areas.

Please feel free to add to that, and please let me know if I've forgotten anything. Once again, I am not any kind of authority on this—this is strictly a publicly-available volunteer chart, and I am merely providing the space for us to organize it in one place. You don't have to take part, or even acknowledge me in the slightest. I have avoided filling out any names ahead of time to allow people to place themselves where they feel they fit best, or where they have already been active.

Once again, thank you for your time, and I hope to hear from all of you soon. If you have any questions, comments, or otherwise, feel free to message me directly, or come by and talk to me in person. I currently reside in Sector... [There's a pause—had she ever said it out loud?—but there's no change in her professional demeanor as she continues:] ...Sad Cat, Unit 8-10. I look forward to meeting with you.

[The video clicks off, but the text transcription stays visible—as does the attached sheet with all the categories she listed. The blanks go on and on, inviting you to fill them out yourself, with zero limits—adding other people you know, or volunteering yourself!]

[OOC: HERE'S THAT CHART AGAIN, and if you just want to fill it out without replying—no issue at all! This is just Shepard's own on-network attempt to organize some widely-visible revival efforts to help get people involved! If any major changes or decisions go down, remember to let the mods know over here!]

gentlemenpreferblondes

[The video screen is dimly lit and the first thing that's shown on the feed is thick white letters N7. Then the camera moves further away and a huge red colored gun becomes visible to whoever might be watching. It's lying on a bed and a slim hand starts running over it.]

Well, this is getting close to being second worst mail system I've seen. Did anyone else find weird shit?[She wraps her fingers around the barrel and lifts the gun just a little bit, bringing the camera back to close so that the details can be seen.]

This isn't really my kind of thing, I'm afraid. It's kinda heavy for my liking and well. Distasteful? Anyway I'm sure someone else can get a good kick out of this thing. So, are there any gun or violence fanatics around? I could definitely be up for a trade. Don't worry, I swear I won't ask for much.

Oh-! [She says just before closing the video, as if she only now remembered something.] I'd also really appreciate it if someone with clever fingers that knows how to handle a needle and thread would sign up. That's all, dears.

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.

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.]

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.]

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. ]

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.

camouflage

Let's talk hypotheticals. You're crossing a suspension bridge. You have to reach the other side at any cost. The bridge is wide enough only for one person to pass at a time. A man approaches from the other side with a gun. How do you cross?

prorenataa

[ Life had taken so many twists and turns that Adrien had been sitting on certain events for a bit longer than he had originally anticipated. He had been pulled in multiple directions, which was nothing new in his life, watching over a friend, treating other friends and watching events from the shadows.

He hadn't been affected by the shadows, mostly because he suspected that whatever was causing them had taken one look at him and overloaded before retreating.

Also in the mix, was the consideration of just what to do with the information. To go underground with it or above board. He suspected his feed would be watched, fuck the Fates but he was used to that level of scrutiny. In the end, a specific and recent event, a finding during his most recent follow-up had prompted him to his next actions.

It was late, late enough that his electricity had gone out like clockwork. A fire burned in the hearth, it's light casting an amber glow and shadows across his face as he actually put himself in the frame for once. ]

( Let me tell you about a child )

[OOC: Link to the log event some of these details/dialogue comes from ]

monomachy

[diana has been here just over a week and already this world seems to be falling apart. between the power outage and these strange creatures with black pits for eyes, her first impression of thisavrou is not exactly ideal.

but she's an optimist at heart, even when the situation seems impossible.

she has propped her TAB up on one of the walls outside her new home and has fiddled with it until she's figured out the video function. thank goodness she's a fast learner and that the information packet had lived up to its name. the amazon stands tall, tiara upon her head, armor shining, lasso of hestia glowing at her waist, and shield slung across her back. once she's certain the video is recording (resulting in a few seconds of her just standing there silently), she clears her throat and addresses the strange little device.]

I am Diana, princess of Themyscira.

[she wonders, right after she says it, if she should have kept the disguise that steve had given her in london. but she isn't in london, and steve... steve isn't here. she will not run away from who she is, or the duty that comes with that identity. it would not be right.]

I am new to this place, but not to battle against creatures from another realm. These mimics cannot be allowed to spread their corruption across this world. Already, I have seen them attack innocent people. If they are allowed to roam unchecked, I believe they will wreak untold havoc.

[she pauses, believing this is a good and fair assessment of their current situation. she exhales slowly.]

I do not know if they can be killed so easily. Certainly not without weapons. I attempted to stop one, but my intervention did not seem to faze it, and eventually it fled. So I am in need of a sword. A spear or bow will do. If nothing else, I need direction to a smithy where I might make my own.

[diana pauses, shifting her weight. she doesn't know if this is exactly the same as leading troops into battle, but--]

I cannot do nothing. Whether or not you join me is your choice.

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