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Dec. 10th, 2017 04:01 pm
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[The video starts and the first thing that's apparent is that Elizabeth's left arm is in a sling and she's propped up her ACE to film because she needs a free hand.]

So this. Thing. That's attacked a few of us throughout the station-- I got a good look at it when it attacked me. Which is fortunate, I guess, because I was able to cross-reference its features with the Moira's collection and come up with a theory.

I believe that what we're dealing with is called an onryō-- a spirit aiming to cause harm or even killing people as vengeance for wrongs it suffered in life. Which sounds far-fetched, I admit, but--

[And this is where the first book comes out. She holds it up, storytime-style, and shows a page with a clearly Japanese illustration of a four-armed creature. And wouldn't you know it, it looks a lot like this.]

--this is what attacked me. Four arms, black holes where the eyes and mouth should be. According to this, [She turns the book back around to read.] the story behind this particular spirit is a fairly tragic one. She's the spirit of a mask maker's daughter-- also his apprentice-- who made masks for Noh theater. She fell in love with an actor, but on top of being quite popular and famous, he was from a noble family. Still, she convinced herself that he was in love with her, and worked herself to the bone trying to make her masks perfect for him. When she learned that he had become engaged to another noble's daughter, someone he'd grown up with and loved, she apparently died, and turned into this creature out of sheer anger. Coincidentally, the theater where the actor performed was destroyed in a fire, and everyone that had ever performed there was found dead in one room. [There's an uneasy look at the camera here.]

That's more or less where the recorded history portion of the story ends, however folklore says that the woman's sister later received a mask in a box covered with seals, brought to her by a monk. The monk said that it contained the last mask her sister had ever made, but also warned her never to open the box.

I have a very bad feeling that mask is on this station, and it has been for a while. When I was attacked, I remembered seeing someone wearing a mask that looks like this-- [She produces a sketch she no doubt did while recovering. It's crude, but it's definitely a Noh mask with horns and fangs. Once she's sure the camera has focused properly on it, she turns a page in the book and holds it up next to the drawing. It's another woodcarving of the woman holding a mask, and it looks uncomfortably like the one Elizabeth drew.]

This is a Hannya mask, a Noh theater mask that's worn to indicate a female demon. Has anybody seen this mask around the station? If so, we may have an honest-to-God possessed item that's hunting us. [She can't believe she just suggested something so deeply rooted in myth and hearsay, but there it is. Elizabeth shakes her head a little and lets out a defeated sigh.] And I've never been particularly good at banishing angry ghosts even with two working arms. Perhaps if we just... do what the story says happened before: find a box, seal the mask, and never, ever, open it again... she'll disappear? Is that how most haunted-object situations go?


((OOC: Hey guys! Kazuhira Miller was originally going to make this post, but Liz has picked up this part of the ongoing Hannya mask plot. I'll do my best to keep things rolling, and I definitely encourage threadjacking and sharing of ideas in here, because Liz's involvement has always been limited to just the lore portion so I'm flying a little blind as well. Thanks! ))
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(It felt a little bit like a blessing. After losing his memories, getting them back, and going through that alone, Eddie had damn near broken himself down with how badly he had missed his friends. But then they showed up. Not all of them, but the three boys he had been the closest to for the longest, the kind of childhood friends that started out in the single digits. Eddie Kaspbrak was happy. Maybe not perfectly, but for the time being, they were each other's perfect distractions and it was good to have them around.

On top of that, Eddie wanted them to know everything about this place. Including, most importantly, the people who lived there. He could have dragged them from place to place to introduce them to everyone he has come to know and care about, but then he remembered how the device worked and realized how much faster it'd be if he just sent out a video introduction.

So here he was, turning on the video feed and smiling into the camera. Anyone who had seen him lately would have noticed the kid was a bit off, but not here. He might still have bags under his eyes, but there was a brightness in him that hadn't been present in nearly an entire month.)


Hi! It's Eddie. So I know I told some of you about my friends a little bit? And guess what! They're here. Not all of them, but my best buds are- like. Childhood best friends.

(Can you feel his excitement? Eddie is practically vibrating. He's sitting in his room currently, and all it takes is him removing the device entirely from his wrist and turning it around to show Richie Tozier sitting on the floor.)

This is Richie Tozier. He's probably like, my best best friend. You might also notice he has some striking similarities to a trash can.

(He whips the video back around and grimaces a little. Richie was already speaking up with 'Whatever, eds, it's trashcan, not trashcannot.' The quib comes as Eddie's already turned the camera away, and Richie doesn't bother waiting for Eddie to stop talking. Them talking over each other is nothing new, though. Eddie doesn't even hesitate before plunging on.)

Really though, I have to apologize on his behalf for anything stupid he says. And trust me, most of what he says is really stupid.

(And Eddie's up and rushing out of the room, jogging down the hall before bursting into the nearby room that Bill and Stan were sharing. The camera gets whipped around and focuses on Stan. Not looking so amused at the intrusion.)

This is Stan! He's um- the man with the plan, you know?

(Then just like that, he's pulling out of the room, and heading into the main area.

The video doesn't focus on it, but as Eddie slides it across the room, people might notice that the door heading out of their unit is covered in several words painted in black. A large Derry painted over the door, a long list of names down the back of the door, including the Losers' names themselves. And of course, the ominously crookedly written It at the bottom of the door. On the wall beside the door are other words, some sketches, one that almost even looks like a map of something with 'sewers' written over the top of it. But it's a brief passing, something that slides in and out of perspective like a passing thought.

Then Eddie's focusing on a new boy and zooms in on Bill Denbrough's face.)


And this is Bill. He's practically my brother. He is arguably the coolest of us all.

(At first, Bill looks rather grave for his age, waving at the camera for his introduction. But then Richie has to go and jump at Eddie's back, grabbing at one of his cheeks which automatically has Eddie shrieking on the other side of the camera, and at that, Bill starts to laugh. Richie's voice filters through, indistinguishable (probably) insults not easily heard between Bill's laughing and Eddie's whining.

Eddie barely gets the camera back around, his face flushed, and he gives a long exasperated sound. Richie's hand can be seen coming out and grabbing at Eddie's cheek. Again.)


So that's- oh my God, stop- my best friends. So say hi. As for us? Well...We got some uh- stuff to do.

(Is that a small pile of what looks like Kaittan fireworks in the background? Oh boy. Let's just hope those are actually just strange looking sticks.)

OOC | It's completely up to you how you want to interact with this! Feel free to talk to Eddie directly, or make a post directed to all the Losers that they can respond to via separate threads. It's a free for all sort of thing so do whatever.

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Aug. 2nd, 2017 01:18 am
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[The username reads as 'Bismarck.' The picture is of a nondescript piece of purple-painted metal. Is there a pattern here with the previous post? Huh, he didn't notice.]

Tell me a little about your world?

[The request is simple, and harmless enough. No one is obligated to answer, no one is obligated to answer with details if they do.

[It's just a little bit of recon, that's all.]
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Helloooooo ladies, dudes, and various other genders, identities, and lifeforms! Some of you may already know me, but for those who don't, my name is Lance, and today I am comin' at you with some ice breakers! A couple of my friends who shall remain nameless but know who they are are really bad at socializing and are in need of new friends. And I figure, if they are, there's gotta be other people out there who are just as bad, right?

So here's the deal! I'm gonna read some questions, and you guys can answer them! And then you gotta talk to two people you don't already know. I don't count, but talk to me anyway!

Go into as much detail with these as you can want, because they're gonna help you make new friends.

[ He clears his throat, and starts reading. ]

Number one! If you were a vegetable, what vegetable would you be?
Number two, if you could meet any historical figure, who would you choose and why?
Three, what are your top ten favorite foods?
Four, share a description of your favorite material object that you already own, and share why it's important to you.
Annnd five! What color do you think best represents you, and how does being that color make you feel?

[ He takes a second to copy and paste the same questions in a text format along with his video for ease of answering, then grins into the camera again. ]

Everyone got that? Cool, now go meet somebody!

OOC: for ease of copy/pasting )
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Ever since we had that shared nightmare, I've been dreaming at night. I don't dream, this doesn't just happen.

[ There's a slight pause, and a hesitation, before she continues. ]

Okay, and this might sound weird, but I think I've been hearing people's thoughts. I know—that sounds impossible, right? But I have reasons for thinking I have. I need to know if there's anyone who has that kind of ability who can answer some questions for me.
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[ Seeing how Mei lives on Chioni with all of four other people, when her dreams have her running to her balcony to be sick over the edge, she doesn't organize a block party afterwards to discuss it. Instead, she goes back inside and creates a cocoon out of the blankets on her bed. She tries to read, but there's a listlessness to her now. A gnawing in her stomach and an odd feeling that feels very... isolating. She shivers and opens up her TAB. There are different kinds of isolation, but the kind that reminds Mei of a cryogenic tube and being the last left alive is the kind that frightens her. She needs to know she isn't alone. ]

Is anyone else awake? Would you like to keep each other company? I woke up not feeling very well and I don't think I could fall asleep right now.

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Apr. 7th, 2017 08:16 am
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[ The video shows a pleasantly cheerful boy, all golden curls and dimples, very comfortable in front of the camera. He's outside, a large field stretching out behind him, and he gives a friendly wave as he starts talking. ]

Hey, hey guys!

[ The camera turns, Matthew disappears, and after a split second of blurry grass and flowers, this 170lb creature appears. The dog gives a happy boof, sitting up and wagging its enormous tail, and Matthew laughs delightedly from offscreen. ]

What should I name my dog?

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Mar. 5th, 2017 08:36 pm
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[ Hanzo is not the kind of man that accepts things lightly and being checked over and introduced to some foreign place does not sit well with him. He is uncomfortable, he is unhappy and, more importantly, he is frustrated by what he has found by reading as much as possible on these devices. There has been mention of himself and, at the same time, mention of his brother.

His brother who is not listed, but he cannot run the risk.

The fear is a slight chill down his spine, something that prickles and makes his arm ache ever so slightly. ]


Genji Shimada. Is he present.

[ It's a question, really, but he's not really thinking straight right now. In fact, he's thinking that sitting in a corner with his flask of sake and his thoughts might end up being far more productive. ]

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Feb. 24th, 2017 03:07 pm
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['sup everyone. It's your friendly historianerd here today, speaking into his TAB from...somewhere kinda high, judging by the background.]

I've been doing some exploring in Region Five lately, and I think I figured something out—everyone who came from the Moira, we're not the first humans to get here. [He laughs.] Well, obviously—there are other people who look like us. But it's not some sci-fi TV show thing where they're just aliens who happened to look the same. Check it out.

[He angles the TAB camera around, and it becomes clear that high is high—not skyscraper-level, but Nate has scaled some centrally-located building with a good view of various streets.]

Over there—Victorian houses right next to Edwardian ones, like the block is showing the passage of time. Couple streets over [the camera swings around] and you've got the late Italian. That's just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to architecture.

And on some of the nicer streets and in parks there's Colombian statuary from mid-1700s, some Greek stuff—I did some sketches if anyone wants to see. [No one does. Probably.] it's the real thing, too, the actual style and not some fake imitation bullshit.

It's not that surprising, right? Ingresses existed before we ever showed up on the Moira, so they probably grabbed people from Earth before we ended up here, too. The point is, this planet isn't just a crossroads of culture, it's a crossroads of history, too. If people brought their architecture and their art, they brought all kinds of other knowledge too, things that might not have made it into the historical record, at least not in detail. We should take advantage of that. I've already seen one library that's as big as the Moira's, if not bigger—I'm gonna go exploring there once I get down from here.

[So this is basically an overly excited PSA for the local Kauto library, apparently.]

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Feb. 3rd, 2017 07:52 pm
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I feel like, with everything that's going on, I've lost track of time.

I mean, we've been on a ship for so long, we've gone on a few planet trips, and then there was that whole— [ Elena waves a hand, dismissive. Only because that's a difficult one to process. ] —year thing. Or at least I think it was a year.

Not only that but we've gone and swapped out captains, most of us have survived a ship crash landing or two, and Lord knows what else.

But in all of that— and yes, there's a point to this— how are you supposed to celebrate a birthday when you've barely had any time to sit down and process everything? When you sit down and keep asking yourself, "What day is it?" or "What month are we at?" or better yet— "How old am I again?"

[ Like the song What's my age again? ]

I really doubt this place has a bar with decent male strippers.

[ A tiny pause. She makes a face. Oh god. ]

...what if they're alien male strippers? What am I supposed to do with that?

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Jan. 25th, 2017 01:22 pm
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How many of you have your own language from home?

[There is a very distinct pause as Arno realizes that question may need to be clarified.]

By language, I mean something that is unique to your country or culture. For example, I'm from France and our language is French- but if you go to our neighboring country Spain, they speak Spanish instead. Italy has Italian. Britain has English.

Hilariously enough, if you gathered a Frenchman and a Spaniard together, they would be able to hold a somewhat decent conversation in their own languages because they're similar. [There's a bit of a pause as he says "somewhat," because he's pretty sure he wouldn't completely understand Spanish unless given some time to really digest it.] I'm not exactly sure they'd understand everything, but the basics would be covered rather well.

I suppose I'm asking mostly because there's so many of us, and so there's bound to be similarities and differences. Even across worlds. It would be interesting to talk about it, and possibly teach others if they're wanting to learn as well.

[Because almost anything is better than thinking about their current situation or about the Savrii, in his opinion.]