... So.

[You hear this voice, Norfinbury? This is the voice of a woman who has regrets. So many regrets she doesn't quite know how to shift through them all. May as well start with the ones with less personal baggage.]

How many of our number turned on the beacon while our minds were... affected? It may be prudent to keep track of those that did, in case something has been alerted due to such actions.

[She rubs her face a bit, though it's hard to tell given the only source of light around seems to be coming from the tablet itself. Distantly, she recognizes that she should probably be a bit more concerned about another morning of injections and subsequent paralysis, but after all that's happened in the past few days, she doesn't have enough energy to put into worrying about something that's happened twice before.]

Additionally, I have an update regarding the Jia Xú key I asked about previously. To the southwest, there is a building buried in the southern wall of snow. Previously, it barred entry to any who passed it, but it opened with the key I possess.

[Casually skips over the fact it promptly closed again once everyone was inside. It's not important.]

This building, though not a hospital as hoped, possesses a back door. The walls surrounding the town are not completely impenetrable.

[She flips the tablet then, casting the dim glow to the icy tunnels she's found herself in - dark, closed in, and sloping downwards. Not the best of views, certainly, but it gets the point across, she hopes.]

There is a series of caves branching out from that building, though I cannot yet tell how far they go or where they lead. It is easier to move quickly in here than it is outside as it is less affected by the weather, but suitable shelter seems sparser. So far it seems most of the buildings here have been destroyed, for the obvious reasons.

Should I find anything else of particular interest, I will be certain to share it.

[The feed ends.]

( [A] Network; Text | Morning )

[ He missed the spotlight that morning, but he's certainly woken up to something... strange. Is that... someone singing? It's coming from his tablet. Which he's pretty sure he let it go to sleep or something. Nothing comes from it unless he activates it, he's pretty sure. But... it's also new technology. So, you never know. He'll try not to sound annoyed at least. ] hey. I'm not sure who's singing and it's not like it's bad but. could you uh. stop doing it on here? [ At least it woke him up so he can remember to footnote this though. ] by the way anyone know a place to pick up some grub? I think I'm good for a few more days yet but a guy's gotta eat you know?

still no luck on that screwdriver Tadashi?

( [B] Network; Text | Afternoon )

[ ...And that singing is. Still happening. And no one knows the source. And that should be creepy to him. Like. Very creepy. But there's also something about it... like it's meant to be soothing.

Like hell he's gonna follow it. Like hell he's gonna go crazy like Sephiroth. Especially as it seems to fight him. Makes a slow pressure start to build up in his head every single time it seems to be almost... unhappy with where he's walking. Silhouettes of someone... or something in the corner of his eye. Get a grip, Zack.

A distraction. He needs a distraction. ]

that singing's really gotta stop. it's giving me a headache. think I would rather be a frog at this point.

( [C] Network; Text | Evening )

is any [ Nothing follows after that. No correction. No nothing. ]

[ Anyone who responds to him might notice that as time wears on, his own responses slowly become more and more infrequent. Time lapses more and more between them. By the evening, he quits responding at all. Maybe he went to sleep...? Wanna leave a voicemail? ]