[So here goes. He can't say he's looking forward to this but then again people weren't looking forward to having parts of their soul ripped away from them either, were they.

Flynn's voice is quiet, maybe a bit rough around the edges and missing its usual, energetic touch, but firm.]

I, uh. Hi.

[Well, that's off to a great start already. He sighs.]

I once told one of my professors that all I wanted to do is learn. That it is what I'm good at, where I feel most like myself. I always thought learning is the greatest thing in the universe and I never would have thought that I could ever use it to...

[He stops for a moment, frowning.]

... I like to think that I would never have done any of this if things were... different and if this town wasn't, well. If it wasn't what it is. But I also realize that some part of me - or about me - probably prompted and spurred me on. I know I hurt a lot of people and regardless of how much of it I could have prevented or not, I'm very, very sorry. About what happened and-- about what might be yet to come of it.

I'm sorry. Stay warm, everybody.

[Because what else was there to do when you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. He needed a distraction, something, anything. And maybe this would cheer people up]

So let's play a game.

I like to call it... "Star-Lord's Official Super Cool Game of Awesomeness."

Basically you tell us three of your favorite childhood things--food, toys, shows, whatever--but one is a lie. And we gotta guess which is a lie. And if you guess wrong, you have to tell us an embarrassing memory as a kid.



(OOC: Threadjacking highly encouraged!)

Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

Hello, everyone... I have a few things to say, that might be important to everyone here.

[She's sharing a video, so... everyone will be able to see that the speaker is a scrawny and slightly unkempt Russian blue cat, who is currently not wearing her jacket - which means that the long and deep scar running across her shoulders is plainly visible. She also has a torn ear and slightly crumpled whiskers in case there were any doubts that she's not your average pampered house cat.]

It's been almost a moon now, I think, since the idea of SnowClan came to me. Since then, the one I was hoping to be my deputy has died, and we are still waiting for him to return, but the idea has blossomed while he was away. Originally, I had planned to hide away from you Twolegs... but it's become clear to me that we have a common goal, and that is staying alive.

I intend to claim a territory in one part of the Twolegplace - I'm not sure what part yet, but it will be small by Twoleg standards. Just a few nests to move between to avoid the mind-sickness. There will be no tax for moving through SnowClan territory, and no need for guard accompaniment - not yet, at least. I only ask that you're respectful of those you meet there, and take nothing without asking me first.

Those who would like to join SnowClan are free to, as long as the existing members accept you. I only ask that you accept my leadership, and the duty to keep your clanmates safe - I will handle teaching each new member our customs, until they're comfortable to teach others. I do not want to impose on those who don't wish to be part of this; I only want to offer refuge for those who need it. Warm nests, stores of food, and clanmates who will protect you from any danger we face here.

I do have to mention, though, that Doctor House is not allowed in or near SnowClan territory. I trust that he's kind enough to respect that, but I am willing to organize a patrol to keep him out if I have to.

[Judging by her tone, no, she doesn't trust him to respect it. There's a very real threat in her voice, her tone turning icy as she speaks about him.]

Characters: Bucky, Flynn, and Nicole
Location: House 278
Date: Night 309
Summary: A random encounter
Warnings: None

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[Wherever Bluestar has ended up, it's very dark; dark enough that it's difficult to see any of her except the green reflection in her pupils and the silver of her muzzle. Her fur is fluffed up, and she's still wearing her black kitty coat. She hasn't run into anyone who can help her get out of it.]

Travel here is so much harder than it was back home...

[And she's been much too picky about her meals, a fact which is confirmed by the loud rumbling of her belly.]

...Cats aren't meant to survive on our own. I need a companion. If anyone knows how to get to where I am... I'll travel with a Twoleg if I have to, but I don't know how long I can make it alone.

[It's been so long since she's seen another face that wasn't on her glowbox. It's painfully lonely after spending her entire life surrounded by her clan.]

If anyone has seen Rocket, please let me know where he is. Rocket, if you see this, tell me you're still alright.

[Maybe those memories of traveling with him weren't real, but that doesn't mean she can't worry about him.]

Characters: anyone
Location: In Norfinbury, and yet not.
Date: At all times, and yet not.
Summary: What you remember isn't what happened, probably. A place to play out situations that happened in the test drives or elsewhere. Things that happened and didn't happen.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please include more specific warnings in subject lines as necessary!

Characters: Bucky, Flynn, John, and Peter
Location: House 290
Date: Evening/Night of 296
Summary: Bucky received a distress call from John and has come to try and help out
Warnings: None yet, any warnings that crop up will be listed in the subject lines

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Characters: Bucky & Squalo
Location: 122 to maintenance tunnels to 273
Date: 293 morning to 293 night / 294 morning
Summary: Bucky and Squalo accidentally meet ,mug each other and travel together for a day while Imaginary Time starts setting in, because why not.
Warnings: there goes the violence, will update as needed

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Characters: Beckett and Bucky and I only just realized how silly that sounds
Location: Tunnels Hub 5
Date: Day 294, late
Summary: Two evented not-quite-people grunt at each other probably.
Warnings: Event shit. Loss of higher cognitive functions maybe, violence, suicidal ideation. General Bucky and Beckett cw re: brainwashing, blood.

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[ If you're going to jump in the deep end, might as well go full monty.

After weeks of texts, rare audio and even rarer video, Will is voluntarily instigating a public video communication, and he's not here to observe social niceties. ]

All of you currently howling for House's head, threatening to murder him or otherwise getting up on your high horses, stop and take a look at your foundations. Because they are fundamentally flawed and risk crumbling out from under you.

I've spent hours and hours reading about this place, reading up on all that's come before and I get the sense that some perspective has been lost. These experiments, despite being repellent, painful and emotionally traumatic as they have been, for all of you, have almost always yielded results, that have guided you forward and provided context for our circumstances here.

[ He pauses for a moment to give his words a moment to sink in. ]

If you -collectively- start to take the position of playing God, judge, jury and executioner against the people who consent to perform and participate in these experiments, whether it be through some misguided sense of morals or personal feeling, you risk shutting down the one and only source of information that you control in this place.

Think about that for a moment. You will be voluntarily giving up the last vestiges of agency in this place.

[ Again, he took a moment to lower his eyes, giving himself a break from the camera and a breath as he gathered his words and continued. ]

It is all too easy to cling to our morals in the belief that they give us agency over our lives. But in this instance, that agency is an illusion. Worse it is a luxury that we cannot afford.

This place challenges our very moral fiber, and I understand that some of you are hanging on to what you imagine is your core self by the skin of your teeth. Believe me, I understand how that feels. I understand how frightening it is to feel yourself sliding beneath the water, afraid to breath in what comes next and the instinct to struggle against it.

[ Boy does he understand that struggle and what it means to lose and be changed. ]

But if you're struggling against one another, you're struggling against the wrong threat and you're at risk of losing sight of an important fact.

[ Another pause, this time he reaches up and plucks his glasses off his face with one hand, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles of that same hand, before replacing the glasses. ]

The morals of this town changed, irrevocably when those missiles dropped and I suspect that they had changed long before then.

@Admin or whoever is listening - Tell me I'm wrong.

Tell me that the morals of this town hadn't taken on a life of their own before the missiles dropped. And tell me that if we stop pursuing the information gleaned from these barbaric experiments, that we won't become irrelevant and the plug pulled on this session?

[ He doesn't expect a response. It's a bit of theater, but also used to push across his point. ]

Some of you want House' dead for what he did with Sherlock Holmes. But a murder simply to -what- assuage a sense of injustice, how is that death anything but pointless? This entire place is an injustice, and murdering one another with no purpose truly is an abomination against any agency we might have.

However, you give me an appropriate experiment to be executed along with his murder and I'll bring him to you; hell I'll do it myself if it would be easier.

[ He may be weathering a shitty look from House but if that's the case, Will's ignoring it. ]

Otherwise, knock it off. We don't have time for our own hysterical nonsense.

Characters: anyone
Location: in dreams
Date: nighttime during the event
Summary: A place to post your character's dreams.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please include more specific warnings in subject lines as necessary!

Characters: Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Gregory House, James Wilson, and Stephen Strange
Location: Building 316
Date: Late Day 280 to Morning 281
Summary: The event happens, Peter tries to help with disastrous results. Marvel heroes do their thing. Doctors have a bad day.
Warnings: Character deaths, violence, murdering. Will CW for more specific warnings within.

( Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. )