thisavrou

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.

nicearsenal

[Chloe is sitting in what looks like a library. She's surrounded by heavy books, some of them looking pretty old and dusty and dog-eared in places, and there's a couple of paper take away coffee cups stacked off to one side.]

Right, so I've been thinking. We can choose to live in a pretty diverse areas, where there's all this history or agriculture or cool tree houses or whatever and that's great, but there's still a hell of a lot that doesn't quite match up to what we've left behind, or at least that's what I think. I know there are some pretty big empty spaces for some of us.

Now me? I miss Tim Tams and Patron. There isn't a single acceptable substitute for Tim Tams in space and that's pathetic. It's amazing; I can drive a hover car, planet hop, read all about the great space battle between two alien races who couldn't agree on what the hell Covfefe is, and yet there's nothing close to a Tim Tam in any of the space shops. That seems like a pretty backwards state of affairs.

[She thumbs through one of the books and hums thoughtfully.]

So. If you were going to get space kidnapped again and you could pick and choose three things from home you could take with you, what would they be and why? People don't count.

Go.

otiosity

[The video feed flicks on to show Hawke sitting at a table. Covering the table are all sorts of circuit boards, wires, a laptop, various tools. You know, the things that you see and you go "this person must be some kind of tech genius". She's also wearing glasses. They make her look like hipster garbage.

Finally, there's a little handwritten note on the edge of the desk that says Hawke Industries. The Hawke part seems like it used to say something else but it's been scribbled out. A name that starts with an S? Something like that.]

Hello fellow Moirans and those that were never on the Moira. Morianots? Never mind. Terminology isn't what's important here. What is important is all the shiny new abilities being passed around like the plague. Sorry to anyone who accidentally lit their breakfast on fire when they woke up a mage. But I bet it was hilarious for everyone else.

Anyway, my important announcement is that I'm a genius now. See? You can tell by the spectacles. [Oh that explains the glasses] I know all about computers, engineering, physics, renewable energy, artificial intelligence, and making suits out of metal. Which I won't do. Because, let's be honest, it's embarrassing.

So from now on you can direct all your technological questions to me. I'll answer them in a very overcomplicated and round about fashion with a slight bit of scorn for your inability to understand. But fear not, I'm prepared to throw myself on that sword for the sake of everyone here.

[And off goes the feed. Is she really going to actually fix shit or do anything? WHO KNOWS.
She's a wild card.]

grandpaladin

Tell me friends. Are there those of you who find it difficult to forgive another? I am curious. For personal reasons -- there is no judgment here.

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