[network] @d.malfoy; day 016 [open]

[alphaophiuchi]

[ when Draco's voice comes over the network, it's clear that he's doing his best to keep his emotions reined in; there's a waver to his tone, a sort of high pitchiness that suggests he's more than a little on edge here. And really, why shouldn't he be? But if he was ever anywhere near tears in this place, he's not going to admit it to people. Especially not people he doesn't know. ]

Will someone tell me what in the hell is going on here?

[ Draco's never been that good with things he doesn't understand. It's why it's taken him something like three days before he's actually bothered to take to the tablet and the network. That and the weird goings-on this last little while.

[ He doesn't know where he is, and he doesn't know why he's here, and he's getting the gist that neither does anyone else, but they're all helping each other. And that means someone's got answers, if nothing else. He's got little to no motivation to really get to know any of them, or to help any of them in return, but if they can even give a little insight...

[ He's slowly but surely been poking around, searching things and trying to find some clue, but 2x4s and red pens don't give him much to go off of. Draco's about ready to tear his hair out. He's never really been that good at not having answers. ]

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text; @LINK

[tapferkeit]

How much do you know already?

[ Mr Blunt-and-currently-on-the-move doesn't have much breath to waste on information the asker already knows. Breath or finger movement, actually. Still, he's happy to help, even if it's in a small way.

Of course, the following response probably isn't too helpful... ]

No one knows anything for sure about the bigger things.

text;

[alphaophiuchi]

[ text is, at least, slightly easier as far as tamping down some of his more panicked reactions to...well, everything. And while Link's response isn't helpful as of right now, it's the potential for helpfulness that has Draco actually responding. And trying not to be a dick. ]

I just got here. How much do you think? And why doesn't anyone now about the bigger things?

text;

[tapferkeit]

OK.

This is Nonfinbury. No one knows how we got here. There are no animals. You have to keep moving. Not moving for more than a few days makes you sick. We have to get to shelter before the night is over or we get locked out. Death isn't permament. People come back. If someone dies, it's posted in the 'Obituries'. People come from different points in time from different worlds. Try to search every building for food or cold weather supplies. Stay warm.

[ Infodump? Infodump. Sort through the blunt sentences. ]

text;

[alphaophiuchi]

[ it's a good start to everything that he needs to know, really. Though it does lead to a couple of horrified faces he's glad can't be seen. He hopes, at least; maybe this tablet-thing works against him and broadcasts the look on his face anyway. Who knows. ]

Death's always permanent. That's how death works.

{ video | @Lavellan }

[carrywithyou]

[ That's pretty much how Ellana felt when she arrived. And really, she still does. But she worded things a little less... angry. ]

We know very little. We're from different worlds, but we don't know who brought us here, or why. Those who have been here the longest have been here just over a fortnight.

[ There's a pause. Do weeks run the same way on other worlds? ]

Sixteen days.

video;

[alphaophiuchi]

[ a touch more helpful than the other option, but no less frustrating. Draco clearly doesn't look happy with that as the video clicks on, his mouth twisted into a miserable sneering line. It might not be directed at her. It actually might be more directed at the very empty building he appears to be in, his eyes flicking away from the screen for a moment as he glances around it, then back to her. ]

You're kidding. Sixteen bloody days, and no one's figured anything out?

[carrywithyou]

Not for lack of trying, I can assure you. There have been clues, but they haven't added up to anything solid yet.

[ Her lips purse and her eyes move from looking at his face on her screen, to the corner of it. Her finger moves towards it, and she taps. ]

Hold on; I'll give you what we know, but I'm still learning to use this thing correctly. I may disappear for a moment.

[ And she soon does, the screen going black, because what is opening files? What is multitasking? What is life? But then she does come back, less than five seconds later, her face on the screen once more. ]

There, do you see two words on the screen, written in blue and underlined?

[ He should. One says Hellschool.avi and the other is Infodump.doc. ]

@TW; text

[maskintape]

I guess other people beat me to the "this place is spooky and probably literally hell" stuff so
practical advice time.
pick a direction to travel in and stick to it until you get your bearings
you'll hit a wall eventually, that's how you know where you are
relatively speaking anyway
then you can piece things together from other people's maps so you know where important things are. like the school, which is the only place that gets food supplies daily afaik
(and yeah I mean the school in the video @Lavellan linked, have fun with that)

text;

[alphaophiuchi]

This is complete rubbish.

Why would anyone want to go to that place, even if it does have daily food supplies? Surely there's something else around here that's better. [ and doesn't involve a school that is apparently known as 'Hell School'. Not exactly a vote of confidence. ]

[maskintape]

lmao
first thing you learn about this place is that nope
there's never "anything better." it's like a constantly declining state of badness
like yeah things suck at first. and you start to feel secure because you think things can't possibly get any worse and then oh no
the walls are crawling and the admin is watching you and your head feels like something is literally exploding in there

basically what I'm saying is you're going to need food and I've been here for two weeks without finding a good source that isn't that goddamn school

voice | @crescent

[lancingintherain]

[oh, no... another new person. She spends a while eavesdropping, and he sounds like he's not in the mood for small talk, so she decides to get to the point. Her voice sounds like a matter-of-fact and perfectly ordinary young woman's voice; there's nothing unusual about this stranger at all, Draco.]

Hello; you really ought to read that map before doing anything else. What sort of building are you in?

voice;

[alphaophiuchi]

[ it's a very good thing it's voice only, because otherwise he'd be focusing on very irrelevant things. ]

An empty one. There's absolutely nothing here. At least in the last one, there was a bit of furniture.

[ maybe he'll move back there. ]

What map?

[lancingintherain]

[she doesn't fault him for sounding a bit whiny. In her opinion, even the most sensible person would do some whining in a situation like this.]

Why, the map that—um. The young woman with the tattoos on her face sent you something, didn't she? People here are using these little machines to keep records, and... [she trails off, then sighs, frustrated.]

...Well. If she didn't give you a map, I've got one. Bear with me a moment; I'm going to send you somethi—

[and she's hung up on him. It will take her a minute to figure out how to send him Al's info document, as well as to realize that she ended the call. He might have to call her back.]

text; @tinkerbell

[trybelieving]

If you tell me what you've discovered so far, I can share what I know.

[It's the easiest way to go about it, isn't it? Try to fill in the blanks where she can? There's still so many of them, it may not do him any good. She's willing to try, if he is.]

text;

[alphaophiuchi]

Next to nothing, short of what people are telling me here. Even then, I stand by the former statement: next to nothing.

[ at least he, in all his grumpiness, managed to inform her that the other people are useful. He's just not heeding all of what they have to say. ]

text;

[trybelieving]

Well, it's not as if we've been given a lot of answers.

Did they warn you about the doors?

voice; @franziskavonkarma

[whippings]

We've been brought to this town by forces unknown and our main goal, for the moment, is survival.

( Ask foolish questions, receive foolish answers. )

voice;

[alphaophiuchi]

[ excuse you. ]

Fantastic. If I'd wanted a complete headache like this, I could have simply stayed at home.

voice;

[whippings]

( She clicks her tongue. )

But you're here now. So what are you going to do about it?

voice; ID @Chillinski

[figureitout]

[... uh. Not to mention the handle is extremely suspect (but not as suspect as Stiles would have found it two weeks ago, because then he hadn't yet talked to someone who was convinced they were from a completely fictional world called Westeros), but what really catches Stiles' attention here is that, well, most of the new arrivals addressed the network when the @admin graciously informed them there were new people here -- and it would have been more than easy to look at said network posts, read the comments, and come to a conclusion of what is going on.

Then again, maybe this guy can't handle technology. Sad, but possible.]

You mean you've gone all this time without trying to, I don't know, look at everyone's posts and responses? Which, granted, wouldn't have given you too many answers, because nobody actually has any, aside from it's cold in here and it sucks and we're trapped.

[Reassuring? No, definitely not. But the truth? Well, that at least it is.]

voice;

[alphaophiuchi]

[ hey. His aversion to technology is completely logical and normal and not at all suspect. And he is more than capable of using it. If he cared to. Which he doesn't.

[ So there. ]

I never said I hadn't looked. [ he has, in fact. He's just been hesitating to ask because very little of it seemed to make any sense. New people, and admins, and various other things he couldn't quite wrap his head around. Then the whole setting change, and whatever the hell was going on shortly after he arrived: it made him feel like he was going mad. So no, no network. ]

And I'm certainly getting that, thank you. [ not at all grateful. ] Is it common for people around here to simply point out the obvious?

[figureitout]

[Well, then that's just even stupider, which he didn't think possible, because literally the only way to survive here is by talking to people through the network, dude, get with the times.]

Is it common for you to ask stupid questions? [Ugh, okay, no, let him try this again, they're all stuck here together and getting annoyed at this guy isn't going to help either of them.]

Okay, so what exactly do you want to know? We're in a place called Norfinbury, nobody knows where exactly that falls on the map, or which map, because apparently people come from different universes, and don't tell me that's impossible, because it obviously isn't.

We don't know why we're here, or who brought us -- the only thing we know that the one or ones calling themselves the admin keep posting stuff on the network, about new arrivals, obituaries, and sometimes about... malfunctions, which means we get an injection out of nowhere, can't move, can't open our eyes, and when we can, there's no one in sight.

[He takes a deep breath, not long enough for anyone else to get anything interjected there, before launching right back to his monologue.] There previous citizens seem to have died, or had, like, serious mental issues, there was a mass burial ground in the park, we don't know how those people died, because it seems they died for different reasons. So the popular idea is that something, or someone, killed the people who lived here, and they needed new people in after they'd died, and the new people are us. What we're doing here? No idea, not eager to find out.

audio;

[villainously]

We'd have to know what is happening to fill you in, mate.

( Hook isn't particularly impressed by the demands, but he's in a bit of a mood, just awoke from the dead and everything. technically he'll hold off on making an impression, but to start this one isn't great. )

audio;

[alphaophiuchi]

Surely I'm not the only one to have all this oddness go on for the last couple of days. [ precisely what he's defining as 'oddness' is apparently not going to be elaborated upon, perhaps because he's horribly embarrassed that it happened in the first place. Not that he can control it at all. ]

[villainously]

Surely I've noticed quite a bit of oddness, so much in fact I really will require you to be more specific. Being kidnapped and trapped here? The horrific screaming magic glass? The feeling like something has been crawling in your head and doesn't intend to leave—or those dreadful pricks that you can't stop nor see until long after they're over.

Or something else, bloody hell, there's so much oddness to go around I've no idea how you mean.

( this is not how you make friends killian jones )