[log] Knock, Knock. Who's There? [open]

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

Characters: Everyone Listed Here
Location: All around Norfinbury
Date: Night of 320
Summary: Some current residents of Norfinbury attempt to reach out to "Those who were here first."
Warnings: General Norfinbury Warnings. Will update if required
Notes: This is the log for the Tablet Seance discussed OOCly Here and ICly Here.
Events in this post come AFTER Tess's broadcast



w.graham; video

[ Tonight Will is transmitting from his own tablet and his own user name. After what he'd seen happen with Tess, he had spent some time wrestling with whether or not to try to go forward with the planned seance. It was a hard call, as he didn't want to in any way trivialized the trauma they had all witnessed, especially on top of the recent obituary notice and of course Peter Quill's loss.

A lot of death in a short period of time.

But in the end, he realized that this was what made these experiments and these attempts to work out this damn puzzle so important. They needed to get out of here and to do that they needed to get past this roadblock they appeared to be stuck on. Will was no wordsmith. Not like Hannibal or Jack, but despite his discomfort Will didn't try to get Beckett, Hannibal or House to take over the initial announcement. If rocks were going to fall, metaphorically speaking, then Will would put himself first in line for the impact.

Thus the video fired up, showing Will -as tidy as Will ever managed to look- in an interior space that was hung with tapestries. Probably building 316. ]

Good evening.

First I want to offer my condolences to those who are friends of Tess, who we lost tonight. I recognize that these deaths are hard on our community and I considered holding off on the idea of the tablet seance for another couple of days.

[ Will looked down, giving them a moment of silence, before he deliberately looked back up, his expression more firm. ]

But I realized that a death like what we saw tonight, something that should be preventable because none of us should be here, is exactly what our attempt tonight is meant to help combat. That the possibility of learning something, that could help us move past our current stumbling block, is precious and we need to keep trying.

As has been discussed with some of you already, the group I'm with had an interaction with a female Russian ghost in the shed just off the school in Residential Zone Three. When we asked for help, she responded 'Look to those who were here first.' This message, in addition to a conversation Beckett and I had about trying to get people who may have an affinity with the ghosts of those who were here first, is the basis of this experiment.

This attempt to use an open communication line across our tablets may or may not yield anything. The hope is it will offer a coordinated effort that allows us to reach across as much of this town as possible, aiding us in getting in touch with a wider swath of the previous populations than if we tried to physically move from location to location.

A lot of you have offered to assist us with this effort. [ Here is where someone would probably break out motivational words. Will just looks awkward, before shrugging. ] Let's give it a try.

[ With that, he'll leave his tablet logged in as a starting point for building the chain of connections. ]

[OOC: EVERYTHING IS READY TO GO!! Please hold off commenting until I have the threads established!

It probably goes without saying, but threadjacking is encouraged! ]

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Will Graham

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

Name	Affinities	Specific Ghosts Discussed	Location	Link to IC Thread
Will Graham	Dogs Law Enforcement Mentally Unstable Murderer Suicide/Murder Prophet Symbol Boating Mechanical skills	Dog in Building 31	Residential Zone 3 Building 316	Network Post

@w.graham; audio

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ When all the connections had been established, and it sounded like everybody was standing around breathing, Will caught his lower lip between his teeth and spoke on audio. ]

A few days ago I had the pleasure of interacting with a very sweet dog. I gave him or her, back their hedgehog toy.

I've also done some things in the name of trying to investigate what is happening here. I work with the FBI back home, at least I did, so investigation is what I do. But I apologize if I've upset any of you in the course of my attempts to better understand this place.

Perhaps I should have stuck to trying to fix things, and left well enough alone. But all the mechanical skill in the world, doesn't seem to be helping us get through these doors and we've come to a standstill, just when it would seem that we need evidence to move us forward.

So I'm here, to ask you for help. Please help us see what we've missed, so we can help you in return.

[ It wasn't Shakespeare, but maybe it would touch a cord. ]

[snowblindmods]

[It doesn't seem like anything is happening--but if he watches, he can see that some things, like water, are vibrating as if in response to sound that his ears aren't equipped to hear.]

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Vibrating water?

This is just like home.

At first he's not sure how to act or move, but he's watching House's reaction and that doesn't look good. There are bits and pieces of response broadcasting over the tablet, none of which sounds like 'Yeah sure folks, here's the yellow brick road home!'

Well, he'd been warned.

He turns back to his own tablet, neither angry nor afraid. ]

I've felt like I was spilling before, sliding past the container walls and splashing outwards; everywhere and nowhere at once.

[ He paused, unsure what to do and trying not to look at House and his suffering. It's hard not to plead for whatever is happening to be stopped, to stop hurting them all. ]

I don't want their suffering, but please ... let us help.

[snowblindmods]

[Will is in a world of pulsing electricity, seeing the universe shaped by the signals it puts off. There's a disconnect from the world before, a sense of it not mattering. It doesn't matter as much when something is beckoning in the static, holding a hand out for him.]

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Eerie, but not an unfamiliar feeling given what has happened in his life. It's been awhile since he's really unmoored himself from his cracked and rusty anchors, but it's just like riding a bike.

Close the eyes, breath out, release the awareness of self and let it fade into the background, leaving only the pendulum swing of nothingness fhwum, fhwum.

A blank slate.

He reaches his hand out to clasp the one reaching for him. ]

[snowblindmods]

HELLO