[network] @jwatson; text [Night 367] [open/semi-open] [shadownet]

[jumpthegun]

[The second part of the message is OPEN. The first part 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. We've found that a copy can be made for a character at the elementary school provided they have an existing copy and the keycard currently held by Ecks, which allows the characters to use the copy machine there.]


Shadownet Access Only
@dulcedeleche
Winter, it's John. I don't know what you did, but whatever it was, thank you. I honestly thought the Admin might be shutting everything down on us. I hope you can get back in contact with us soon and that you're okay. We did find Andromeda. Her body, at least. It's very likely there's a back-up of her elsewhere like you. I'm so sorry, but she was attacked and killed by the cultists. We downloaded some sort of program from her, though. We're trying to get it decrypted. Hopefully, that will happen soon. She gave this to us. Whatever happens when we make it through the bunker, she made it possible for us to keep going. We're going to make it to the center of Norfinbury and we're going to stop this for her and for you. I promise. Bullet points below covering Day 357 through Day 367.

Open to Everyone
This is Dr. Watson. Please find a summary update of recent happenings below. For anyone new, an archive of my previous summaries can be found HERE. I'm available for medical consultation as one of the medics here. Please let me know if you need anything. I'm running an on-again, off-again blood transfusion service for those with severe MN Poisoning. It's only a temporary reprieve from symptoms, but blood transfusions from healthy donors have proven to alleviate MN poisoning symptoms for up to two weeks.

• Every nine-to-eleven days we have new arrivals. The food situation remains stable, as far as I'm aware, but I'm afraid the medical personnel here are no longer able to prescribe medications. The pharmacy may still have repeat prescriptions, though. I have a supply of several varieties of painkillers. If you are in desperate need, please let me know, and I can see if I can get the Admin to deliver the supply to you. Otherwise, I'll need to arrange to leave it somewhere for you to find or meet up with you. If anyone else has medications available, please let us know. We're going to need to pool this resource now more than ever.
  
  
• Day 358, Junpei organized a meet-up for testing blood from a lot of different people under our shared microscope. The hope was that we might be able to see if there are any differences in the blood from people who have been affected by things like the red lines and the loss of their light. To my knowledge, there weren't any notable differences, but it may be a matter of the magnification power on the microscope being insufficient.
  
  
• Day 359, both Peter and Stephen came back from being killed with new memories. Years of them, by the sound of it. This has happened to me and Sherlock, as well as others. I don't know what to make of it. I gained five years the last time this happened and my body hasn't changed at all. It's like the memories just get downloaded into our heads, which, given what we know about how the nanomachines inside are basically us, that's not too far-fetched.
  
  In far less happy news, Ginger and her team found Andromeda's body in the cultist church. She was apparently killed and crucified by them, but I want to emphasize that we've heard from Andromeda before. There is some piece of her still out there, even if her physical body has been destroyed. She might be a back-up or she might well have escaped somehow, before she was killed. That's my sincere hope. Ginger was able to download a program from her body and we're working on getting it decrypted. If you have any programs or skills that could help with this, please let Ginger know.
  
  Also in the church, people found SD cards that show how Samantha, the Prophet, died. I've attached those at the end here. Please be aware that they're extremely brutal and that Samantha is a child.
  
  
• Day 360, Tess rescinded her request for blood sacrifice when she came back to herself. If anyone was taking this seriously, please look at this. That includes Brian Thomas. I'm sorry to report that he attempted to kill Rhys in an effort to sacrifice him for Tess. If you encounter Brian, please be very careful. He has been known to attack others previously while not under the influence of anything here in Norfinbury. I've attached his picture to the end of this message, but briefly, he's a young man in a mask and hoodie who's non-verbal and has some level of severe mental illness related to, I suspect, his physical seizure condition.
  
  In happier news, we also had Kunsel return. He was absent some memories as his death price. For anyone new, this is a fairly common one. When you die and get revived, you temporarily lose something. It might be memories, it might be one of your senses, but it's typically significant.
  
  Alfie also led everyone in a round of joke-telling. I'm sure he'd still be up for hearing some if you'd like to chime in. I think all of us could use a laugh.
  
  
• Day 363, Mr. Mycroft Holmes made an ass of himself asking who ate his finger when we were all trapped in the cells. On a more pertinent point, it does raise the question of what exactly happened down there. A lot of us are missing our memories.
  
  Which Dr. Hannibal Lecter has offered to assist with. Dr. Lecter is a trained psychiatrist who has practiced hypnotherapy before to try to bring out repressed memories. Recent events sidetracked his efforts, but if you'd like to have him attempt to hypnotize you to bring out the memories, please let him know.
  
  
• Day 364, the ADMIN sent out a message that resources were critically low. chaos noted later that day that we seemed to be having a communication issue. Whatever universal translator is in effect now broke. A lot of us speak English, but a number of people don't. I'm not sure what to do if we have this problem again. Maybe for those who don't know English, we can start teaching you now? At least some basic phrases.
  
  Later that night, the ADMIN sent out another message and the network shifted to text-only. I started tasting blood in the back of my throat.
  
  
• Day 365, all the power went out completely and the taste turned into actually coughing up blood.
  
  
• In the morning on Day 366, Winter sent out a message that we were in trouble and she was fixing something, not that any of us could see it at the time she sent it, I think. I don't know what she did, but we're back to where we were because of her.
  
  
• Earlier today (Day 367), Mr. Graham sort of announced that he's returned. To my understanding, he's down in the entrance area. He seems to be somewhat disoriented, so if anyone is in that area, please assist him, if you can. He'll be near the police station, as that's where people revive.
  
  Angel also informed us what was on with the galaxy app that downloaded onto everyone's tablets. Apparently that's from the program that was downloaded from Andromeda's body and it contains some sort of key. The key also downloaded a video file that showed Andromeda's death. That's been included as an attachment below.

New SD Cards

• Sam #1
  
• Sam #2
  
• Sam #3
  
• Sam #4
  
• Sam #5
  
• Sam #6
  
• Andromeda #1

Brian Thomas
[Attached to the end of the message is a photo of Brian that John obtained when he asked for photos of everyone during the red lines event. It shows a person in a hoodie with a black ski mask that has a red frowny face drawn on it.]

Comments

@standardissue; text

[deus_ex_phs]

How would you go about teaching someone English while the translator is working? Everything you're writing now appears to be in my language.

[This is an actual, serious question. Not being able to communicate with people had been frustrating.]

[jumpthegun]

[That... is a good question.]

I know I've seen people speak in different languages. Does this translate for you?

[The next line is in Pashto.]

Hello, where's the toilet?

[deus_ex_phs]

Huh. No, that didn't translate. What did you do differently?

[jumpthegun]

[He switches back to English.]

I made a conscious decision to write in something that isn't my native language. Maybe that's in? We could teach you simple phrases in non-English languages that people can still understand, maybe? Not everyone, but at least some.

@totheark; text

[0thingsonmymind]

*Oh yeah, that was a thing that happened. Eh, its not important now. Except...*

iam NOT sick

clay ton was
danger ous
ihad tobe
c a r e f u l

[jumpthegun]

You are.

And no, he wasn't.

I have a bottle of your medication. I don't know where you are, but where would you like me to leave it for you?

[0thingsonmymind]

iam N O T
only cough ing seiz ures
my m i n d is
FINE

*As everyone can clearly tell by how he communicates.*

he WAS
he want ed to
e n d
me
tim

icould not
a llow

*He wants those drugs but this is probably a trap. It seemed like a trap. So he's just going to ignore that request.*

[jumpthegun]

Brian, I've seen you 'fine.' This isn't it.

[John had only watched Brian the time his death price had made him... normal, but he does remember it.]

Clayton was a doctor. He was worried about Tim losing his mind. He was trying to help Tim and you.

And since you don't want to give me a place, I'll leave them somewhere near one of the maintenance tunnel entrances.

Text: @hexappeal

[sleight_of_fate]

I don't think there's anything left of Andromeda in the church

I did her funeral. Got stabbed. That's it.

[It takes him a minute to to the math.]

361. Night.

[jumpthegun]

[Christ.]

I'm taking it you're okay? It didn't stab you in the same place, did it?

[sleight_of_fate]

Yeah. Same place. Just under he ribs, missed the vitals. Same tool. Icepick or sharp chisel or screwdriver.

[Coughing had sucked. But not nearly as much as the "I old you so" would.]

Have it on tape but didn't post it cause I didn't want to upset Ginger.

[howdull]

If you could take photographs of the wound in close up, that would be appreciated.

[sleight_of_fate]

[Oh. Hi, Sherlock. It's a reasonable request, so Rhys frowns slightly but nods.]

Yeah. Sure, just give me a few minutes to get the bandages off.

[Shortly after, Sherlock will receive a bunch of photos of Rhys's lower right torso, with a black moth tattoo and a string of blackberry vines. Between them is a raw but healing stab wound that appears to have been made with something long and sharp, like a very large icepick, maybe a sharpened chisel. He sends shots of a couple of angles- he's clearly had some experience with forensics.

For comparison, Rhys also includes pictures of the pink, healing scar on his upper chest. It looks like it was made with the same tool but is a couple of months old now.]

@magenta2; text

[himalayanyeti]

wait wait wait wait wait the girl

samantha

there was a girl crying in that building when everyone got fucked up i heard her i dont know if its the same girl but i heard someone ages ago. i dont wanna watch that again but how many little girl ghosts are there

(fuck you doctor john et setera but this is important shit)

[jumpthegun]

[Please stop calling him 'Dr. John,' Magenta.

'You think it's funny,' Mary chimes in with a smirk.]

Do you mean the one with the cultists? Samantha's one of the little girl ghosts, but there was another. Sparrow Langley.

[himalayanyeti]

yes and other people could hear her too not just in there i lisened to it and got it on audio but it makes me fucking sad to lisen to so i wont go again

sparrow or samantha or someone else it was a girl like that

@theiceman, audio

[holmesice]

Your description of my network question is completely inaccurate. I find your offense at a simple information gathering inquiry to be most amusing.

[Most amusing, are the other things happening here.]

[not here]

[jumpthegun]

[Did you want to be physically threatened, Mycroft? Because John's going to be glaring murder at you when he sees this. Mainly because his tablet is still across the room and he's stomping around in the tunnels.]

[Also not here]

[holmesice]

[He is quite pleased at your reactions, John.]

@godsend, text, private

[termineur]

What would you think of me distributing small amounts of Vicodin to any other traveling groups we come across? I figure it'd be better to spread it around.

text, private

[jumpthegun]

[The response comes much later in the evening when John's calmed down and come back for his tablet.]

If they're a known addict like Sherlock or House, please don't give them anything. We can't afford to indulge them anymore. For anyone else, please just make sure they know not to hand it over to those two, either.

text, private

[termineur]

Of course. Why do you think I'm asking this privately? I don't want them trying to push any agenda of theirs. I'm guessing House is going to panic about this.

So what's a good amount for an emergency stash? So 3-5 for a group, or should I go higher? They're high-dosage so most people'll be breaking these into quarters, probably.

@beyonce | audio

[thewarningafter]

Well, crap.

[It's probably fairly obvious what that's in reference to, though Stephen's taken his time reading over this whole thing.]

...Looks like I missed a lot when I was off in amnesia-land.

[jumpthegun]

[There's no response until quite a lot later in the evening when John has a chance to calm down to an extent and grab his tablet.]

Yeah. I've got NSAIDs along with narcotic painkillers, but it's gonna be hell distributing those unless the Admin helps.

>private

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen listens to this; thinks it over. Sighs to himself a lot. He feels like shit for having lied to John about this, but it's more important now that they coordinate what supplies are available. The withdrawal is a distant memory; he can't imagine now what possessed him to take such desperate measures. He's stronger than that.

Supposed to be stronger than that.]

Less so if we coordinate with one another; get whichever of us is nearest to whoever needs it. I...have a small supply. Didn't finish everything you prescribed me. And...Vicodin. Three hundred twenty milligrams or so.