[ Just a quick audio this time, though again it comes from Hannibal's tablet so that Will can make use of the ShadowNet app. ]

I just wanted to take a quick moment to thank everybody who participated in the tablet seance. [ He sounds tired and more than a little wrecked, but also sincere with his words. ] I know it was a risk that could have had very bad consequences, so thank you for being willing to take the chance.

If you haven't already spoken with him, Beckett is collecting data here. Might be good to get our experiences recorded while they're still fresh.

Good luck, everybody.

[ There is a pause and some typing, as he swaps over to the ShadowNet.

This message is SEMI-CLOSED to anyone with access to the Shadownet - a text only app created by Winter. Winter is an NPC that you'll read about in the Survival Guide, but the basic primer is that she's a Russian AI who has been periodically contacting the Snowblind characters and trying to help them to some extent. She has been encountered in multiple events and aided characters in making private messages actually private.

Please see this post about Shadownet distribution. These are also characters who currently possess Shadownet. Anyone traveling with these characters will likely be able to read messages on Shadownet through their travel companions. ]

Hey.

Someone suggested there might have been information shared that we'd like to keep from Admin peering eyes.

We should keep as much as we can together in one place with Beckett's compilation. But if there was anything specifically delicate; here you go.

[It's early, but the video looks dark, the room being filmed swathed in black and red. The view quickly rotates around the area, showing the strange insides of what appears to have been a funeral home. The symbol of the prophet can be seen everywhere. Eventually, the camera lands on a painted, masked face.]

I think... I think I died? I woke up downstairs with the stiffs.

[Usually, this is where Harley would insert a joke. Possibly several. However, with her death price being the loss of her sense of humor, there's absolutely nothing she finds funny about having just died. In fact, she frowns a little at the camera and takes off her domino mask.]

Sorry, I-- I look ridiculous, don't I? I mean, I kinda like that I match the drapes and the furniture 'round here -- [She pulls down her jester cowl and shakes her blonde hair free.] -- but what did I see in this get-up? It's so... impractical and I've been shleppin' 'round like this? Yeesh. What was I thinkin'? Now I gotta get all this greasepaint off and I bet the water here is freezin' 'cause the conditions here are terrible and the morgue can't be no diff'rent though maybe it would be if the rest of the buildin' didn't look so darn creepy but it's a funeral home so I guess it's s'posedta look a li'l creepy but eyes everywhere, really?

[Someone is also dealing with level three mania as an exposure effect, so she can't help but wordvomit a mile a minute.]

So does anybody know where I am?