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E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫
E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫ E҉̘̩̙͢͝͡R̛̫̘̝̮̞̬͓̝̫̻̻̜̦̀ͅŖ̮̳͕̲͚͜O̷̙̖͓͙̗̰͘͟R̯̝͓̪̻̩̟̟͕̥͍̭̪͍͘:̵̛̛̝͖͓̺̥̙̝̀͜ ̧̛͙͚̱̫͇̹̙̥͎̜̖̺̻̕͠͝I͇͓̫̺͖̻͈̝͇̰͕̩̯͝͡N̶̛̪̯̤̭̻͎͚̻̟͙V̧̼͙̹͔͝A̷̸̵̧̰̱̺̗̤̤̹̙̺͕͎͇̦̫͕̣̰̪͟L͏̡͍̣̫̘̖̰̟̤̟̕I̛̜̻̖̦̥͓̟̫͡ͅD҉͏̶̴̷͔̬̗̘͖͓͚͔̗̱̝̹̻͔ ̷̢̗͉͚͓̱̫͙̱̪̥̤͢R̵̢̭͕͖̙̤̣̬̪̜͎͇̙̥̘͕̙͟͜ͅE̴̷̶͇̖̙̪̜̜̫̪̬̣̣̫̺͜F̢͏̸̳̬̟͖͉͎͉̤͉͉͎̣̲̙͉͢E͏̨̧̫̩̭̯͓̬̼̳̳̱͉̤͞R̶͉͈̪͔͈͘Ȩ̧̩͙̦̝͉͇͚̼̫̭̕͘͡N̷̡̖͇͕̻̰̯͈͕͉̯C̳̝͍̤̫̥̰͝Ȩ̴̨͡͏̥̥̯̰̭̻̳̫
E҉̨̢͎͎̗̦͈͎̘R̨̘̦̙̖̳͈͟R̢̞̺͖̩̟̻͙͕̩͜O̢̢̼͉͔̟̯̝͇̙͜͠R̴̛̗̝͕̣̘͙̪͖̀͟:̢̢͉̙̥̝͖͉̯̟͇̖̱̖͓̲̳ ͏̴͉͈͈̦̝̦͉͖̖͉̪̝̠̭I͡҉̣̼̜̩̻̜͓̻̳̼̥̭̯̭̫͉̭ͅL̶͖͖̯̝̥̬̖̤̥̹͎̟̬̻̦̜̝̻̗͟͞Ļ̸̸̸̥̺̝̜̭̘̞͈͎͚͉E̶͍͍͈̬̕͜͟G̳̬͉̙̥̩̼̭̦͔͘͜͡À̴͟҉̤͔͇̩̳͝ͅL̟͉̯̥̝̀͢͝ ͏҉͈͎͇̞̪̬͓͎̖̥̜̦̖̜O̺̹̺̜͉̠͉̠͇̭̣͔͡͞P̢͘͜҉̺̝̥͎̜Ḙ̢͔͇̰͇̯̺͇͓̜Ŗ̦̝̫̯̻̰͍͙̼̮͎̕ͅA̸̬̯͉͓̥̕͢͞ͅT̷̡͎̻̳̥Ḭ̵̡̥̭̥̀͞O̴͈̤͚͇̜͘͘͞N̢̬͕̙̫̦̳̫̭͖͙̤.̧͢͜҉̩̼̬̞̟̻͇̭͖ ̳̝̺̯̣̠̣̲͎̝̞̣̭̫͘͠S̡̧̼͈̱̳̰̰̳̻̺̫̝͈͖͎ͅH̦̖̣̦̱͓͙͓̣́͜͠͠Ù̸͎̹̼̱͈͇̼̼̕ͅͅṰ̤̝̦̞͍̮̦̞̼̪͕̹̬͈͝T͞͏̟͖͔̯̼̫̞̥̣̘͉̫̟ͅI̢͖̪̮̺̰̟͎͈͇̻͈͔͉̱̯͓̻͞N̢̨̮̱͕̣͟Ģ̸̝̟͚̩͙͖ͅ ҉̴̝̭̩̯̫̤̼̬͇͡ͅD̨͏̺͎̝̟͔͉͕̲̮͎̦͓̥͕̹͓̮̖̘̀͠Ǫ̵͍͇̝̱̖̳̦͖͡W̸̧̩͕̹̹̬̰̻̣̣͓̞̼̮̦̺͟͞͡N̡̛̫͙̠͚̠̲̙̟̤͔̦͙ͅ.҉̢̻̝̦͓̀̕͠

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A: Day One, Morning (Network)

[At first Al thinks he has passed out again, another blackout just when it was least convenient... but... this isn't the gate and his body is nowhere to be seen. Always when he passes out it's a bright white light, and then his body, this is nothing like that. There's a room, not a half translucent one, but a real and solid one. Trying not to panic (not entirely successfully), he focuses on the nearest and most immediate mystery - the weird device beeping at him and prompting him to enter a name for the network.

Network?

He doesn't recognise this in any way as some kind of phone device, it's nothing like the telephones in Amestris, the technology is far more advanced. But whatever this is, it says there are others - others who may know where he is and what's going on, who may have seen his brother - and all he has to do is input his name. Alas, tablets are not made with giant metal fingers in mind, so his input is not quite right through lack of experience and once it's in, it's not allowed to be changed.

The identifying name that flashes up when Al hesitantly addresses the network, a high child's voice against a totally blank screen, is "LELRIC".]

Hello? Can anybody hear me?

[He holds the tablet up to his ear as if it were a proper telephone, confusion half battling away fear for the moment.]

This, um... thing said other people were here to talk to. Please, if someone else is out there, say something.

[At a loss for what to say other than the basic cry for help, not even knowing if someone else is out there, he finishes up rather lamely with a long silence and then nothingness.]

B: Days and Nights One and Two (Network)

[The next broadcast from "LELRIC" doesn't appear until a few hours later. During this time Al has explored his own little house from top to bottom, examined the tablet, and struck out into the snow. So much of this makes no sense to him, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't frightened by what he's experiencing, but... but he's an Elric. He will take things as they come and move forwards until he finds explanations, reasons, and a way back to where he needs to go.

His voice is stronger the second time around, though it's edged underneath with a tension that can't be denied.]

This is Alphonse Elric sending out a message to anyone who can hear me. If there is anyone else nearby, or receiving the call from this-- uh, telephone-- then please respond. I have found food, and I am travelling through an unknown place covered in snow. I will send out this message every hour, and I will travel until I find familiar ground, other people, or until night falls.

[This isn't because he's frightened of the night, he doesn't know yet that he should be. It's for the simple reason that exploring an unknown place in the dark of night is foolish.

As good as his word, Al will broadcast this message every hour for the first two days, and for two hours after finding shelter at night, before ceasing and beginning again the next day.]

C: Day One (K2 - G2), Day Two (G2 - D2) (Action)

[The snow reminds him of Briggs, but he knows intrinsically that it isn't. The wooden buildings are different, the snow banks are different, and there's no massive fortress to be seen. Walking is hard going, his feet sink deeply with every step and make progress slow, but he has to keep going.

The strangest thing is... he almost feels like he can feel the cold.

He wants to shiver, he feels the bite of the ice against his metal body, and a growing pain in his stomach that he doesn't even associate with hunger after so long without. He knows this has to be in his mind, a cruel psychological trick brought on by stress, but the idea that he might even be able to pretend to feel cold captivates his mind and distracts him as he walks.

To anyone who either woke up anywhere between K2 and D2 on the map, or who have also gone wandering to try and find people, Al is available to be seen in the listed areas. He is extremely visible against the snow, as he is over seven feet tall and 'wearing' a suit of spiked armour.]

Hello?

[ Everything is suspicious, by but she's searched the place and hasn't found any answers yet. She has to at least take a look at the tablet, and the network it connects to. She holds it like a video phone, frowning at the strange image on the screen. ]

Who are you?

[Al jumps about a foot high when a voice actually answers him, sounding crisp and clear compared to the unreliable telephone system of Amestris. How is this working? There are no wires, cables, or anything...

There's a second or two of stunned silence, before he realises that he's been asked a question and should probably respond. He doesn't know if she's friend or foe, but he's naturally trusting so there's no wariness in his tone when he replies, only relief.]

O-Oh, I'm Alphonse. Alphonse Elric, I'm lost and I found this, uh, thing that said other people would hear me if I talked through it.

[It has to be a form of phone, right?]

[ She waits patiently for a response, though she has some questions about the weird noises coming from the other end of the feed.

When he finally answers her frown only deepens. He sounds like a kid. But how can he not know what a tablet is? And how the hell did she get here, and how is he connected to it all? ]

Lost from where, exactly?

[ She doesn't want to give her name just yet. She doesn't know why she's been kidnapped, so her captors may have chosen her at random. If they did, she doesn't want them knowing anything about her that she didn't tell them. ]

[Al also doesn't want to give out his exact location. It's not that he doesn't trust her, only that it may be hard to explain to a random person where he is. Just in case this is a further part of Father's plot, he'll keep it vague and expansive for now.]

Amestris, this isn't anywhere I recognise, are we across one of the borders?

[He is desperately hoping that she will laugh and tell him that he is still in Amestris, just somewhere he hasn't been yet. He desperately hopes it, but somehow knows it isn't to be.]

[ She wracks her memory, but can't place the name. He's speaking mostly unaccented English, so it has to be in an English-speaking country. Amestris. It doesn't sound like any particular language. ]

I have no clue. But it's definitely not Kansas, Toto. There's something in front of your camera. Something metal, it looks like?

[Wait, what?

At least fifty percent of that sentence makes absolutely no sense to him. Where is Kansas? Did she really mishear 'Alphonse' as 'Toto'? Where is his supposed camera? He's seen cameras before, and they're large, unwieldy affairs, and you definitely can't talk into them like a phone.]

Um, it's Alphonse, actually.

[One confusing thing at a time.]

And I don't think I have a camera; or, at least, I haven't found one.

Edited 2015-06-02 10:27 (UTC)

[ He's never heard of the Wizard of Oz, and he doesn't even know what he's talking into. She rubs at the spot between her eyebrows. ]

You typed your name in, right? I mean, mostly. The camera's at the top of the screen.

Oh. ...OH!

[He quickly pulls the tablet away from his ear and peers at it curiously, giving Steph a close up image of his helmet.]

This is amazing, I've never seen anything like it! It's so much more advanced than the telephones and typewriters I've seen before.

[Which might be why his ID tag is LELRIC rather than his name.]

[ Goodness gracious. She just stares for a minute or so.

He's wearing a helmet. A kinda scary looking, glowy-eyed helmet at that. That does explain the tinny sound and weird clanking noises, though.

But more importantly, who the fuck still uses a typewriter????? ]

Ok. I'm confused and a little alarmed and wondering what the crap I was drugged with.

Full disclosure: If this is a prank I will break bones in everyone involved, including the camera man, and the cops will never catch me.

[Excuse you, it's like 1906 in Amestris, typewriters are the absolute cutting edge of technology. Except automail, just... incongruously. Al is starting to wonder if Steph has hit her head at all, she keeps making less and less sense.]

I really don't think it's a joke.

[Who would even play that kind of joke? Besides, this is all too surreal and vivid to be a simple prank, even from one of the homunculus.]

I don't know what's going on, sorry, I'm as confused as you are. But at least there's two of us now, we can work together and figure it out!

[ This is too insane. As such, there are only three options: either she's on a really bad trip, she never should have joined the hero game, or both. ]

I am so not caffeinated enough for this.

Look, um...

[Wait, he just realised that she never introduced herself in return.]

Sorry, but what's your name? If we're going to be working together, I should probably know what to call you.

[Since Steph is being given no choice in this alliance.]

[ She sighs. ]

It's Stephanie. [ She'd rather not draw attention from anyone who knows her dad, even if he is dead. ]

This network probably isn't secure. Whoever brought us here could be monitoring every word we say. Since we don't know what they want we should really avoid saying anything we wouldn't want a sadistic kidnapping psychopath from some terrorist organization to overhear.

[George heard the first broadcast? Call? Like a weird cross between radio and a telephone that looks like a book. Hell if he knows. He didn't know enough about it to answer then and had more pressing things to worry about.

Now that he has his bearings and has started out on his own exploration, he's willing to try to answer via voice. Good thing this thing is easy enough to use even Lennie could've probably figured it out, if he didn't break the damn thing first.]

Yeah, I hear ya. Couldn't tell you if I'm nearby or what. Can't see a damn thing 'cept snow and some busted up houses from here.

[In the pause the sound of wind blowing across the mic makes it hiss.]

Name's George. Guess that's obvious, uh...Lelric? That your nickname or somethin'?

morning; network (text) ❧

[England knows immediately when he wakes that he is not where he's supposed to be. There's some drowsiness about him, but not the slogging, foggy throb characteristic of a hangover, so he didn't drunkenly wander anywhere. The wall isn't right. The bed feels different. He's got shoes on, for God's sake.

He bolts upright when the voice of the tablet cuts the air, whipping his head around to locate the source. It's...a tablet, apparently. But whatever it's saying isn't as interesting as figuring out where the hell he is, so he ignores it and has a look around the room. It's not one he recognises, not by a long shot. He realises, with creeping horror, that he can't tell what direction his nation is in, and has to swallow the prickle of fear he feels at the knowledge.

The tablet repeats its message. England regards it with suspicion for a rather long time, long enough for the message to repeat once more, before he dares to reach for it; though he worried about the possibility, the device doesn't immediately explode upon contact. It prompts him to pick a username, and he thinks on it for far too long before he finds himself browsing the tablet's applications under the network ID "SceptredIsle". He wants to be cautious about his identity here.

He eventually figures out how to make a text post on the network. It's not very long-winded, which is unusual for England, but he'd like to keep his cards close to his chest until he has a better idea of what's going on.]

Presuming there are truly other people connected to this network, I have a question.

Have any of you ever heard of this place?

afternoon; network (text) ❧

I must say, I wasn't expecting the weather to be quite this bad. The wall of snow I encountered would be impressive if it weren't such an impediment to travel.

Has anyone else seen it?

night; network (text) ❧

[While England didn't particularly trust the tablet's warnings to get inside, it was also becoming extremely obvious that he couldn't continue to endure the elements under these conditions. If the tablet was leading him to danger inside the house, he'd take it over slowly freezing to death. It's not as if he wouldn't come back, being a nation and all.

Or so he assumes, anyway.]

I take it no one else has neighbours, judging by the state of the houses I came by today.

[America, by contrast, hadn't taken more than a few seconds to come up with a username. Some people just have that innate creative genius, after all. He doesn't recognize England's username, of course, but he can at least answer the question with casual but at least properly spelled writing.]

nope, but its definitely like the start of some creepy movie set in the worst location ever

[Jay has been glancing at the network in between searching the house he woke up in, but hasn't felt comfortable making any responses of his own so far. The weird, glitchy welcome message makes him feel even more uneasy than everything else about this place. However, this post sounds like it could actually be important enough to bear further investigation.

Haven't seen it. Can you go into a little more detail?

Edited 2015-06-02 17:38 (UTC)

[While that username gives England certain vibes, he doesn't want to jump to conclusions. Even if it does sound like something America would say.]

Perhaps, except for the fact that it's really happening. I'm reluctant to draw such a comparison when the situation might be dire.

come on its gotta be a prank I mean
come on

[Or at least that's what he's trying to convince himself. He definitely can't have gotten kidnapped to probably the snowiest place in the universe.]

You'd know it if you saw it. It's easily fifteen metres high. It goes in at least two directions, as well, given that I've found myself in a corner.

Tell me when you find the hidden cameras, then. I can't afford to brush off an abduction as a joke.

[Especially when he can't sense where he is in relation to his land.]

I've got stuff to do too but there's no way someone could kidnap me so its gotta be my friend playing a joke

[A joke that involves at least one other person, apparently?]

Morning - Network (Text) - ID: HGWELLS

[This was decidedly not where Helena had been. She had a feeling something wasn't quite right. Perhaps her senses as a former Warehouse Agent telling her this. After all, she'd had plenty of experience with strange happenings. And as far as she knew, she hadn't touched an Artifact that would've sent her to a completely different place of the planet.

No, that would be something Pete would do. Helena was careful. Which was why upon waking, she first took in her immediate surroundings before the tablet caught her attention. It didn't take her long before she registered herself on it, and found the network. And an apparent welcome but there seemed to be some error with it. However, she'd poke at that later if she felt like it. First was attempting to make contact with someone.]

Hello? Anyone there?

Afternoon - Network (voice) ID: HGWELLS

[After searching the house she'd woken up in, Helena had struck out to see what was around her. That's when she found the convenience store. She didn't know what was stranger, the abandoned feeling of the place, the lack of electricity or the one machine that had electricity powering it. Or at least seemed to, anyway. When she speaks, there's an obvious English accent to her voice, an upper middle class one with very clear and pointed diction.]

I seem to have made a discovery. I located what seemed to have been a convenience store, and while there was no electricity, I found a machine, one of those movie rental type ones? It's working, apparently, and it gives out SD cards for the tablets. Not sure what that's supposed to mean, but it certainly sticks out.

Anyone else have any interesting discoveries like that?

It must be a very elaborate joke, then, to include an unspecified number of total strangers.

[Unless the person England is talking to isn't a stranger, and they're the only two people here. But that seems unlikely.]

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OTA - Prompts for days/nights one and two

Day One, 07:00 - ID: Spoiler

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Day One, 0900 - ID: George Milton

England; day 001, OTA

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afternoon, id: MarbleHornets

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H.G. Wells - Day 001 - OTA

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