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Wow. Ten thousand years in the cave of wonders will give you such a crick in the neck...

[ Sup, Snowhellions, Billy's back and looking pretty good for a guy that's been dead for nearly a month. Thanks, spiders. Behind him, the funeral home near the high school is just visible over his shoulder. Despite the gruesome surroundings, he's chipper. ]

Hi, new people. I'm Billy. Good news: I'm not dead anymore. Better news: I can still think linearly this time.

[ Obviously this is cause for celebration, judging by the way he's grinning and doesn't seem too bothered as he continues: ]

Bad news: no idea what is messed up. I don't think there's anything wrong, I'm just... not dead anymore. Maybe I was gone long enough for a full reboot? Has this happened to anyone before?

[ A pause. ]

Oh - and the worst news of all. My cape is missing, along with the rest of my stuff. Reward for return: One (1) witch's eternal gratitude. Unless Mickey Mouse has it. He knows what he did.

Doesn't seem like much of a reward if you ask me. I was hoping for something nice like, I dunno. Pizza or something.

[ He might still have pizza on the brain ten thousand years later. Look, that stuff was good. But there might be more relief than anything to his voice to see a familiar face back. Someone whose fate isn't being left to rot in this awful town. ]

[Oh man. That name. That's...

It was one thing just beating someone else to those supplies. But to find out now that that person had died before ever reaching them... It feels pretty messed up.

There's a chance to be honest, here. ... That doesn't mean he's taking it.]

A reboot?
That mean you got more food, at least?

[It's probably the most concern he can offer without raising suspicions. Still, those with him offline may find Junpei to be a little more protective of his items for the next while.]

Hey! You're not dead! Congrats, I think.

Hey guys. Stephanie Brown here, with your week-and-a-half-ly assigned (but still optional) reading.

Newcomers: You've been kidnapped and brought to a town in Alaska called Norfinbury, year 3150-something, maybe, probably. Time travel, alternate universes, Eldritch horrors and probably other shenanigans are involved.

I'm happy to answer any questions you might have, but it's most important to know that if you get locked out at night or if you see something freaky and it touches you, you 100% will die. You have magic powers? No you don't, you will die. You're a great fighter? Doesn't matter, you will die. You're a cold weather survivalist and have supplies to start a fire? You will die. You're gonna be really, super careful and maybe just poke it? You will die. Got it? Good.

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Infodump.doc
OtherResources.doc ]

Billy!

[This feels like the first piece of good news Stephen's had in...well, he doesn't want to think about how long.]

Mickey Mouse hid your stuff. Said you'd left it inside when you went out, didn't think it'd go with you if he left it.

[The small face peers, scowling, out of the half-darkness behind the altar in the chapel of Residential 2. The stained glass in the windows throws twisted colourful shapes on Kesara's face. She looks angry. She is angry.]

I know I've not been dreaming all those weeks, so what the deuce-an'-all is going on here?

[She doesn't look weeks changed, from what little of her can be seen. Her hair is the same length, and just as messy. But there is a hardness in her eyes. She had been preparing to go to war, for the second time in as many days.]

Who of you lot is still alive?

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[ There's a long, shocked silence, and then, finally, like he's remembering that he actually has to use words, Royce speaks up. ]

Kesara. [ Of all the people he was expecting... His voice is raw and exhausted. ]

well i'm judging that on account if i kno fuckall abt how the map looks now
that u lot have all been busy beavers while i was taking a lovely little dirt nap
now show of hands
who popped their cherry while daddy was away?

[Nathan is, of course, not going to give any immediate indication of the fact that he's already noticed concerning things about his surroundings and about some previous posts that he's come across in a brief skim of the network. Namely: the obituaries. A lot of names. A lot of names of people he actually gave a shit about.]

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[ !!! ]

You're back! Hey! [ He sounds pretty excited. ]

Many useful and luxury items on offer for trade. Some items on offer for free to those who intend to do something useful with them, such as experiments, fact-finding missions, doctoring, etcetera. Contact @ASolomons or @duster for more information.

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It could be a memory, or something else you wouldn't notice right away.

[Sorry he's here to be a downer, Billy. There's a pause.]

Right; welcome back, as well.

[There's the sound of quiet breathing for a few long seconds, and then a little-girl whisper:]

Mama.

[And then nothing. There won't be any replies back.]

[A light-skinned finger takes up most of the feed, scrabbling against the screen and camera. It taps and pokes, and then suddenly (and probably accidentally) the feed goes off.

There won't be any replies back.]

Hello? You there?

[ come back feral child :c ]

[Holy shit. Holy shit. At first, she'll just hear the sound of his throat clearing, preparing itself to speak. Then, in a gravelly voice, he says:]

You've missed a lot, my girl. You're prepared to catch up?

[It's a silly question. Of course she is.]

Kes. Oh my god, Kes.

[ Sorry can't be more coherent than that, suddenly in tears. ]

I'm a New Yorker, Zack. Don't talk to me about pizza or bagels, I might cry.

[ It's been ten thousand years... ]

I'll take my pizza-less existence over the alternative, though.

It's better than dead. Probably. Ask me again in a week.

[ HES BACK!!!

And of course he asks that. Nathan why]

Ask one of the doctors. Maybe they will know.
Hey man.
It's been a long long time.

See? He knows what he did.

[ This is the most important thing to focus on. ]

Fiance, both moms, dad, all three brothers, team - if it's a memory, it's not an important one. I think.

[ Not that he'd know. ]

Good to hear from you.

[ The face that frames the tablet more or less gut punches him outright. Maybe because of all of whom have been around the town, she'd been one of the youngest to have been lost. But she's back- definitely back if the questions and the stained glass are anything to go by.

It still takes a minute for him to actually respond, voice even and perhaps in some ways a shadow of any kind of pep he had even just those weeks ago. ]

We're still here. Me and Kuns, Jim. Zell, too, if you haven't figured that out already.

[ Zell's excitement had made it pretty obvious he might'a already said something though. ]

Uh. No?

[Here's the thing that complicates the situation: Lilly is passingly familiar with TVs. The first time she'd ever seen a person on a screen, she'd been unsure of what was going on - was this a window? Why were they small if they didn't look far away? It didn't make sense, but she'd approached cautiously, and had jumped and skittered backwards when one of the small people had shouted. Annabel had looked down at her, bemused, and said, "It's just TV. It's not real."

So when she sees people chattering away on the screen of the tiny TV she finds, she doesn't think much of it. She certainly doesn't think they can see or respond to her in any way. Even when they do reply to her, she doesn't necessarily know that's what they're doing. Therefore, she feels free to push buttons at random, completely unaware that she's leaving any sort of digital record. First comes the text.]

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[There's plenty more in that vein that never gets submitted, simply because she doesn't chance across the post button. She hits the video record button next, and it catches her mid-speech, the camera only filming half of her grimy face.]

-toria, Victoria, come! Mama, come!

[She's not even looking down at the camera - even as she fiddles curiously with this strange little device, she's talking to the room around her, not trying to use the tablet to communicate.]

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