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Entry tags:
- *network,
- *open,
- @admin,
- alphonse elric (fullmetal alchemist),
- archer (fate/stay night),
- bellamy blake (the 100),
- camille o'connell (the vampire diaries),
- clarke griffin (the 100),
- clayton epps (original),
- dorian pavus (dragon age),
- enoch (el shaddai),
- freya crescent (final fantasy ix),
- fujiwara no mokou (touhou project),
- haku mitsumi (messiah project),
- hiro hamada (big hero 6),
- jeremy gilbert (the vampire diaries),
- jim hawkins (treasure planet),
- klaus mikaelson (the vampire diaries),
- kunsel (final fantasy vii),
- lancer (fate/stay night),
- lynne (ghost trick),
- marcos e. garcia (terra formars),
- miranda lawson (mass effect),
- stiles stilinski (teen wolf),
- tadashi hamada (big hero 6),
- the inquisitor (dragon age),
- tim wright (marble hornets),
- zack fair (final fantasy vii)
[network] @ADMIN; Arrival [open]
Welcome to Norfinbury. The time is E̛̬̞͖͖̫R҉͖̯̬R̼̻͉̰͎̳̙O̩͓͔̫͇͈̯R and the date is E̛̬̞͖͖̫R҉͖̯̬R̼̻͉̰͎̳̙O̩͓͔̫͇͈̯R. This network has been provided for your use. Please interact politely with everyone else on this network.
Miranda Lawson | DAY 22
She fell, victim of a Banshee's warp, as a pack of Brutes crested the ruined horizon and the ground shook with the mechanical roar of the beam. She did not expect to wake in whatever new world Shepard would create.
I was half right, Miranda thinks as the datapad's voice rouses her. Her body aches with the cold and the bruises of the previous day; her suit provides some insulation to the weather, but the hard floor does her no favors. She picks up the datapad and enters an old screenname without thought before spending a while reading back through what she can see of the network and searching the house from top to bottom. it yields nothing but a collection of unsetting trinkets, but she feels better having done something before she adds her voice to the chorus of the damned. ]
[network, video, midmorning] @LAWBRINGER; FOOD & RESOURCES [open]
Good morning. It seems that it's customary to introduce yourself on the intranet when arriving here. I'm Jane, from Australia in the year 2186 CE.
I am somewhere along what appears to be the easternmost wall and I need information on the nearest reliable source of food and water. The location of anything that I might use to make better shoes and something to defend myself with would also be appreciated.
[ 'Jane' is calm enough, her tone even if not especially happy, and she speaks to the tablet as if familiar with using it to communicate. She's wearing a white, futuristic getup - visible from the shoulders up - under the black Norfinbury-issue jacket. The only thing that stands out is that she's filthy and sporting various scratches and bruises along her face and neck. ]
@TW; video
Those are all rhetorical questions, of course. Tim knows why. It's because the thing is greedy and cruel and never, ever satisfied. It's going to feed off them all, tearing pieces of them away bit by bit until only their husks are left . ]
[ BUT HEY NO USE THINKING ABOUT THAT WHEN THERE ARE NETWORK POSTS TO RESPOND TO RIGHT ]
Hey, it - your best bets for food are the school and one of the stores. School's easier to get to from a lot of places, but it's. It's not a good place to be.
[ He fiddles with his tablet for a moment, shooting off a link to Clarke's map. ]
As for water, uh. Snow's pretty much everywhere, so... [SHRUG]
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voice only ID is LELRIC
Are you still looking for information on food and water?
[He knows others might have provided it by now.]
My name is Alphonse Elric, and if you still need anything, I'd be happy to help.
switching to voice on this end
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video - @claytonator
[Perhaps for the best, though, Miranda looks hurt. Not the greatest for Miranda for obvious reasons, but if anything can distract Clayton from literally everything else going on around him and in his head, it's doing his job.]
[When Clayton appears on the network, he is the spitting image of professional concern.]
Are ya hurt? I'm a doctor--on the western side a things, but I can help walk ya through patchin' yerself up, 'least.
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audio; @crescent
[she clears her throat and tries to sound reassuring.]
Hello! Um. It's good that you've woken up near a wall—that will make finding your way around easier. I woke up near the North wall, myself, not two weeks ago.
I'd send you a map, but I see my friend Alphonse has beaten me to it.
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omg tim sent her the map, not al, aahhh my bad
Al has actually sent her the map as well! Or at least his document o' doom that links to it
oh whew, right
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Hiro Hamada l Big Hero 6 l Day 22
[Hiro's not entirely unused to the whole idea of 'other worlds', with all the comics he reads, having gone through that Portal back home. But this is. New?
He shifts, feeling the cool air going straight through his flimsy clothing, the hoodie and shorts doing very little against the chill as he wakes. Instinctively about to groan to Aunt Cass that he would get up soon. But that voice is not Aunt Cass. And where is....Norfinbury, exactly? There's a pause as he actually properly rises and takes a moment to scan the room, his immediate surroundings that are decidedly not anywhere familiar. This isn't the cafe, this isn't his room, this is not SFIT or the lab.
Okay. Not to panic, just. Investigate that voice. Maybe the tablet might help? This network? Network had to mean online, so surely he could contact. Well, someone with this thing, right? He takes a moment to skim through some of it, at least, as he also investigates the house. It's simple and decent enough, with anything he could need. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room and dining room. But it isn't home. And that's what freaks him out the most. Not to mention the way the place shakes when there's a particular bad gust of wind.
Once he ascertains there is no immediate threat, he turns his attention back to the tablet, sitting down in the bedroom and frowning at it. So basic. But if this thing could help him get in touch with anyone, even if it isn't Aunt Cass herself, they might be able to figure a message? Or something.]
[Network; Video l Mid-morning] @newangle
so. i have no idea where 'norfinbury' is exactly. but it sure isn't san fransokyo. i'll need to head out eventually though. any directions to, you know, food, water? something other than that coat to wear if i go brave outside? that would be awesome. because these shorts, sneakers and hoodie really won't do much against this. got to be more supplies, more clothes somewhere. i'll figure something though. not going to get anywhere sticking around in this house at any rate.
oh guess i should have started with introductions, right? it's hiro, by the way. and thanks in advance, i guess?
b; Network, @newangle, night
question for everyone. what supplies does everyone have, exactly? pooling resources, we might wrangle some more useful stuff. or, i can live in hope of figuring something useful out of it. potentially. maybe.
i mean, if we could figure where to meet. seems we're all scattered, as far as i can tell, or mostly. might be more difficult than i figure but. worth considering? no idea what others might have found out there that could be useful. not that i'm expecting to make the sort of stuff i could back home but. worth asking at least?
a; Video; ID: technicalities
Not like he'd been especially into it before Norfinbury, but...
This morning, Tadashi is doing anything he can to stay awake. His back is pressed up against the barricade they created the previous day. He has dark rings under his eyes that really show the night he's had. Since the last time Hiro has seen him, Tadashi's hair has grown out for nearly a month past when he normally would have cut it.
When Tadashi skims the words, San Fransokyo stands out first... and then his suddenly stopped heart drops completely as he reads the name at the end.
Hiro.
Tadashi flips on his video immediately, but he has trouble saying anything. He's torn between the utter relief that his brother is somewhere potentially near to him -- that he can see him again -- and the cold horror that his brother is here. Here where there are monsters and experiments and unspeakable actions that might have been committed by whoever is controlling their fate at this time. After another moment, he finally gets out a word through the lump in his throat.]
Hiro.
a; Video; ID: newangle
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@JPHawkins, video, midmorning
Can you see anything that isn't a house? It's hard to give directions here because nobody knows where they are.
[ Jim's peering over Hiro's shoulder, trying to make out anything familiar. He's barely got his feet under him but it sounds like the guy's even worse off than he is. ]
Jim, by the way.
@newangle, video
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B; @nanny
What sort of things did you make back home? [ It sounds interesting, okay. And potentially useful. ]
B; @newangle
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a; voice only, ID is LELRIC
It's not Hiro Hamada, is it?
[It's a long shot, but he has to ask.]
text; @newangle
voice @LELRIC
voice @newangle
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A; text; @dreamnhonor
anyway zack speaking. can't say I can tell you what's the closest thing you can get to from the get go. you're gonna have to tell me where you're at. [ But come to think about it, if this person's just as paranoid as he'd first been, he might want to try a different approach. ] actually maybe getting you hooked up with a map might be better.
A; text; @newangle
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( he isn't sure how inclined he is to share, but he's turned down a great number of things that he deemed impractical. might be that he could bring things to the kid if he could use them. )
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@Spoiler; text - morning
[ Since all the basics have pretty much been covered, she'd better introduce herself too. ]
@newangle
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A; @crescent; audio
[when she finally calls him, she tries to keep a smile in her own voice, for his benefit.]
Hello, Hiro! It's good that you're safe inside; just stay there for now, and you'll be all right.
[definitely.]
I'm Freya—I'm another friend of your brother's. He's got a lot of them.
@newangle; audio
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marcos e. garcia | day 22
this isnt fuckin funny
like ok i know some of u are gonna tell me 2 calm down and shit but wtf is this and why am i not in mars, where the fuck is this
also its cold as HELL
whose arm am i gonna need 2 cut off and eat n shit
alex???
akari???
also can i change my username i feel like i fucked up already
b. VIDEO : @arachnebuster [MID-MORNING]
[ This isn't Mars.
This isn't Earth, either— or it's not anywhere on Earth that he knows, not that he has much geographical knowledge anyway. It's not Grande Mexico, blessed with eternal mild weather, or Washington D.C., or the vague stories he's heard about Japan and its cities; it's something completely alien to him, in a way that's unsettling because of its unexpectedness.
He's sent his first text out to the network already, as fearless and demanding as ever, but— this is weird. This is unpleasant. This is... he can't put a finger on it, or maybe he doesn't want to, not in this silence and the curtain of quiet that the snow casts outside of the window of the place he's found himself in. Surviving is nothing new for him, but not knowing why, or what from?
He spends a good few minutes kicking inanimate objects and clicking obscenities through his teeth. Frustrated, annoyed— where are his fucking friends, where the fuck are his people, why is he here instead of...
...but, alright. There's no use in rampaging, he knows that. He's 16 and he's went days before without food and shelter, he knows when to despair and when to buck up and look life in the face and say 'fuck it'. There are better things to do than kick an old bedframe and hope that it'll say something. 'Hey Marcos, could you stop doing that? Thanks.'
So he turns his tablet back on, turns the video feed on.
Congratulations, residents of Norfinbury: a dumb teenager is on the network, sullen-looking but decidedly resigned to the fact that he's here. ]
Yo. Name's Marcos— not gonna bother with the boring crap, I'm just gonna assume all of you are on the same boat.
[ He glances outside the window, grimaces, and then waves his tablet outside...where there's just. Snow. And general nothingness. Ah. ]
...Anyone know where this is? Anything look familiar? I'm not saying that it sucks to be alone here, but it sucks to be alone here.
a, @lancer,
you're not the first to pick a bad name either
[Here's looking at you, Al.]
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A; @nanny
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a; ID is LELRIC
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B, voice @Enoch (he's the one responsible for the messed up bed in that house so sorry)
Enoch!!!! how could you!!
Tell that to the person who didn't give him proper shoes when he came here!
i know all about him and his bellyshirt armors...smh!!
good, then you know he had his reasons! (he really is sorry about that bed though)
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a / @cgriffin
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Camille O'Connell | Day 22 | ID: cami-oconnell
[As she starts to wake, Cami rolls over, curls into a tighter ball because a warm New Orleans day has suddenly turned impossibly cold. Yet that's the least of her worries, because Cami never actually went to sleep. Her last memory, not thoughts lost to slumber but actual memory is turning back to the bar after Klaus walked away, reaching down to pluck up that one hundred dollar bill he'd left to make up for compelling the customers.
She's still got it clutched in her hand, in fact.
With a start she sits up, looking around the room for whoever has to be responsible for this. The last time she woke up with no memory of going to bed the night before, Esther Mikaelson had prepared her body for a twisted possession ritual. There's no feeling of fatigue this time however, no bad hangover without booze to blame. Just the disorientation that comes with missing a chunk of time--minutes, hours, more--and suddenly finding herself in a different space.
There's no sign of anyone, at least not present and current. The wall "art" stands out, awful in every sense, but she's more interested in the noise she can hear coming from nearby. Not living, but rather a machine--a tablet, as Cami discovers when she makes it that far. Obviously it's been left for a reason, but she doesn't care. If there's a network then there's a way to call out, and maybe get help.]
Hello? Is anyone out there? [Certainly someone must be. The person responsible could be watching, which is why Cami bites back her fear. She won't give them the satisfaction of seeing it.] I swear to God, if the person who did this is watching? I'm going to figure out who you are, and make you regret ever laying a finger on me.
b. mid-morning onward, action, v11 to u11
[There aren't many answers to be had, nor are they satisfactory. How they got there or how long they're expected to endure this sick game, how they're supposed to get home, and of course, why--these are things no one knows. Everyone's primary focus is instead on simply staying a live, and the ever-worsening chill is more than enough to convince Cami her efforts should be towards that same purpose. She takes her time in the first building she's in; distasteful or not, this cabin could hold something of value. Going outside is a bit more of a challenge, particularly given that she's wearing a dress, but she does her best to look around as she goes. Still, when another building does come into view, Cami all but races towards it, eager to be inside again.]
voice only ID is LELRIC
[Whoever 'they' are.]
I'm sorry, the only people who use these things are people like you, who don't really know where we are or how we got here.
Re: voice only ID is LELRIC
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audio; @dreamsnhonor
Re: audio; @dreamsnhonor
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voice » @j.gilbert
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day 022 : video (private) ; @klausmikaelson
Re: day 022 : video (private) ; @klausmikaelson
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video - @claytonator
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Lynne | Ghost Trick | day 22
[network, video, morning ] @ms.Detective
Uh, hello? Is this working?
[ The redhead seems to be unsure. She blinks. ]
I um... I've only ever seen technology this advanced from a certain group, and the way they used it was just plain "off"! Either way I'll... try to learn this fast as I can.
Ahem. My name's Lynne, I'm a police detective. I have the badge to prove it! [ She taps the marking accessory pinned on her dress coat. ] I was doing something very important before I got here. But I can barely remember what happened directly before I woke up in this house--I think I heard a really loud crash? [ She falls quiet, before shaking her head. ] Anyway... yeah, I'm a detective! I listened on a bit... so there's the obvious stuff I've learned already. That we're apparently stuck here in this "Norfinbury" and everyone on this net is in the same situation.
Well, I want to be of use to all of you. If you have any leads, I noticed you had a camera option in this thing? I'll be able to work with photos, if you sent them to me! It would be a good habit to take pictures of places that look suspicious! Plus if someone could fill me in with some of the most important things I should know--like if there are axe murderers and hungry man-eating yetis outside or something? That would help a lot. I... I really want to know who did this, and why. I feel like I shouldn't be here, and none of us probably do; but so long as I am... [ She sounds confident. ] I'm going to do my job! I won't lose to this cold!
Is that everything I wanted to say? [ She's talking more to herself in that last question. Her sad expression from before faintly returns in the closing. ]
... Um... If any of you find a little girl named Kamila, please let me know. Or Missile, Sissel, if it's either of you, give me a signal.
voice only ID is LELRIC
My name is Alphonse Elric, but you can call me Al. I'm sorry, I haven't seen any of the people you're looking for, but I might be able to help with information.
[He sends over this document.
That's all the information I've managed to gather so far, but a lot of other people are compiling lists and maps of their own too.
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@Enoch, voice
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@greed; video
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voice; @nanny
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Kunsel | Final Fantasy VII | Day 23
It's a PHS. A model he's not familiar with at a glance, and while normally that would pique his interest like nothing else, the fact that he's in a cold, unfamiliar house without any knowledge of how he got there takes a much higher precedence. A search of the room reveals no one else, though, and only a bag with some supplies.
No weapons. No sign of his sword. He's got his materia, at least, which makes him frown at how sloppily he's been disarmed, but there's no sense looking a gift chocobo in the mouth.
He leaves the bag where it is for now, along with the device, as he slips cautiously out of the room. The voice demanding activation would be a dead giveaway for his location, and activating it like it's asking would both waste time and clue someone in that he's awake. He can't risk it just yet.
It isn't until he's done searching the house that he finally returns to the room. Grimly, he stares at the PHS, even as his skin prickles with the cold. His own PHS isn't picking up any signal.
The promise of information, but from a device almost certainly left for him by his kidnappers. Can he trust it?
Can he afford to ignore it, when it's the only source of information he has?
It only takes a second to come to a decision, his hand reaching out to pick the PHS up.]
[Network; Text: @standardissue][mid-morning]
As much as I appreciate the PHS upgrade, I'm not sure the circumstances are worth it. Anyone mind filling the new guy in?
text; @dreamsnhonor
All the same, he's gleaning texts when he catches the new name. Great. Just how many people are they gonna bring here? All the same, with how things have taken a turn for the worst, better to be safe than sorry. In this case, fair warning asap sounds good to him. Maybe he shoulda noticed 'phs' as a big red flag but at this point he's more focused on getting this green abductee up to date. ]
depends on what you wanna know. though first thing's first. the monsters around here. you can't fight em so if you run into any of them you run.
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text; @LELRIC
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text - @claytonator
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text; @nanny
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Fujiwara no Mokou | day 23
[ so, guess who's centuries behind modern-age technology??
Mokou spends a fair amount of time trying to navigate the tablet. it's the most interesting thing in the house--she ignores the coat and backpack as they're not hers, so what's the deal? the place didn't look lived in at all, but maybe someone had left them behind. she'd never used a phone before, but Sumireko had one. she's pretty sure this is how it works...
the video shows a glimpse of a young woman with white hair and red eyes, then--swings around to the wall, where it remains for the rest of the feed, as if someone were awkwardly trying to hold it like a cell phone. fascinating. ]
This thing belong to anyone? [ then, hesitantly-- ] Usami, if this is yours, I'll return it to you.
... Or if it's anyone else's. [ a vague afterthought I GUESS. ] I've got your coat and backpack, too. It's snowing out, so it might take me a while to return them. Let me know.
[ a pause, and the camera wavers again as Mokou ends the inadvertent video. ]
text; @standardissue
One of these was here when I woke up, too. I get the impression they're meant for us.
The supplies too. I guess they don't want us to die.
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forever text
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voice only; @LELRIC
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voice forever
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voice; @ms.Detective
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Jeremy Gilbert | TVD | Day 23
Hey, so... I have no idea where the hell I am. Obviously, some of you have been here for a lot longer and probably know your way around a little better if that's even possible. Is there anywhere that I should be trying to head? Because half of my stuff is missing and there's no way these rations are gonna last me more than a week or so.
Oh, and this is probably a total long shot but is there anyone else that's here from Mystic Falls?
@j.sommers
of course, it could always be john. j.gilbert isn't exactly a sure thing, but she hopes it is - and that's the problem. she doesn't want him here because he doesn't deserve to be here, but oh god she doesn't want to be alone either. ]
jeremy? is that you?
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jenna sommers ( 023 )
[ it's an audio post, because jenna doesn't think she's up to anything video right now and her hands are trembling just a little too much for texting. she can make herself sound strong though, with only a slight shake to her voice as she talks. she's shitscared, honestly, but if there's anything she can do to cover that up she will. it won't do her any good to be scared, after all. ]
Is there anywhere I should be heading, specifically? A direction, or...? [ ok yeah maybe she sounds a little stressed, but she can hardly be blamed, right? this is insane ] Only there's not a lot of food here, or water for that matter, so- [ she laughs ] any help would be...very appreciated. That's all.
[ K2 / K3 / J3 ]
[ while she explores the first house with a fine tooth comb ( and very nearly ends up falling into a snow-filled pool for her troubles ) her priorities start to shift as the day wears on. she wants to find anything that might help her, of course, but more pressing is the fact that this is all far more than she's used to handling. she still looks, of course she does, but it's nowhere near as pressing as with the first house. feel free to run into her at any point during this - but be warned, if she gets spooked she will try to throw whatever has made its way into her hand as a weapon. so basically anyone who tries to approach her can expect that.
she's not stupid enough to ignore a warning to stay inside. when the message flashes, she gets inside.anyone in building seventeen, it's time to get cuddly. ]
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The voice Jenna will hear belongs to a young man, maybe in his twenties.]
Okay, first things first, take a deep breath and let it out. However bad the situation is, you're not alone here.
Now, have you had any survival training at all?
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bellamy blake | the 100 | day 023
[ when he woke up somewhere different, somewhere cold and very distinctly not Camp Jaha, Bellamy knew something was wrong. bad enough they'd just barely survived Mount Weather, but he's spent much of his morning wandering the brightly colored house he woke up in, slowly and quietly peering into each room in search of a weapon. he's cleared the whole building now, and when the video flickers on in the dim light, there's a haggard looking young man, a near blindingly bright green wall behind him. ]
Who are you?
[ he knows how these things work in some fashion -- they're not wholly unlike the tech on the Ark, but the fact that it exists is worrying enough. ] I'm going to need you to tell me how I got here, and why I'm here. [ he doesn't exactly look happy, either, a dark seriousness in his eyes, his mouth stretched to a frown. ]
Where are my people? Where are my friends? If they're harmed, I promise I will find you, and I will make you regret it.
( network: @augustus | text | night )
best way to stay warm without supplies and a fire. go.
night / @cgriffin
so, she takes the day to compose herself before letting him know she's around. in fact, his text message comes at exactly the right time. Clarke prefers text these days. it's less emotional. ]
Cuddle.
[ there's your heartfelt hello, B. ]
Even if they're strangers, it's better than freezing. If you're alone, there are beds and blankets in some of the buildings to keep you warm.
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Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age | Day 23
He opened his pack and sorted through the rations, confused by the plastic. Hearing the wind through the holes in the story below the attic, he grabbed his staff and went to investigate. He attempted to light a fireball but there was nothing. No Fade. After scouting a bit he went back to the bright box that was trying to get his attention. After he finally logged in, he ran the tutorial so he had a basic idea of how to use it to talk to people. He kept it audio only.]
This is Dorian Pavus. Who else is out there?
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She uses the video feature to show him her face, since this must be making him wary on what he can trust. ]
Well, there's me. [ She smiles softly. ] Did you just wake up here, Dorian?
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archer | fate/stay night | day 23
but this... this was different. he could feel the cold on his bones, the sting of a weak headache in the back of his head... and was that a tinge of hunger? they were all feelings he knew quite well, but had forgotten quite some time ago. he had know idea why they would return to him now, in this fashion, but they were clear signs that something was wrong.
he was... human? no, that wasn't possible. and yet, everything seemed to say otherwise. his senses were nowhere near as sharp as he was accustomed to, and his body barely moved the way he willed it. he could no longer even feel his magic circuits, which felt almost as alarming as missing a limb. no, perhaps even more so.
but panicking would achieve nothing, so he set about exploring his surroundings. the house he'd awoken in was disrepair, but functional enough. the messages carved on the walls were... well, as far as he could tell they were gibberish, but he made note of them all the same. climbing to the roof of the house, he was immediately stung by the cold, and by the alarming fact that his sight was nowhere near as sharp as it should have been. whatever was going on, he needed answers.
and yet, at the back of his mind, he was quite sure he wouldn't be getting them easily. ]
[ network; audio; mid-morning @ archer ]
This place... what is it? This is obviously no simple town. If nothing else, at least tell me what I'm meant to be doing here.
[ a pause. the messages he'd seen weren't much to work with, but it's not like he had much else. ] And do the names "Alphonse Elric" or "Tadashi Yamada" mean anything to anyone?
text, @lancer, something like...a half-hour after;
Maybe. It's Archer.
...the bad thing is the fact that it's Archer and also that he's in the middle of some desolate snowy wilderness accompanied by someone else, however-]
we need to talk. later.
[-surely he could find a few minutes and go over facts, get answers, figure out if he needs to sharpen his knives, and this won't be the world's most unintentionally horrible game of phone tag, right? (Spoilers: on day 23 guess who's got two thumbs and will be hiking almost all day because of a lack of houses.)]
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