20 March 2018 @ 09:53 pm
Characters: John Watson, Mina Murray, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, and Jared Rhys
Location: Building 34 and Building 29
Date: Day 341-342
Summary: Event shenanigans and meeting up with Rhys.
Warnings: Mental manipulation, depression, drug abuse, suicidal ideations, possibly more that will be added to the subject lines, as-needed.

On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat... )
 
 
[Flynn needs to know.

He's felt so useless ever since he got here, the pace of his progress feels, compared to his other adventures, glacial (heh) and now another threat is looming on the horizon and he knows it's coming, he knows, he knows and he feels so helpless in its wake.

It's unacceptable. He needs to solve this. He needs to do something before anything happens, before anyone gets hurt, before they can hurt anyone. God, they make his skin crawl. Studying Peter – if that red-eyed creature even is Peter anymore – may be a start but it's not enough.

When he hits up the network his eyes are wild but maybe that's just his regular excitement? After all, he's smiling and not yelling or pointing fingers at (you awful creatures and whatever you are plotting and have done to his friends) his audience.]


Hello Norfinbury, this is your Librarian speaking.

Yesterday I couldn't help but notice that the [horrible unholy] patterns look different on different [alleged] people and I'm curious if we can trace it back to something in our lives. Maybe there are patterns in the-- patterns? And I happen to know one or two things about symbolism, so! There may be answers there.

[He clasps his hands together enthusiastically.]

If you're affected, I'd like to hear about your worlds [if you can even provide that, you impostors] or if you recognize anything about your patterns that seems familiar to you. This might also be a potential first step for Al's brilliant idea of making a collection about our different worlds for the e-library. Really, it seems like the perfect opportunity to get started?

[Flynn smiles.]

Let's talk.


[ooc: threadjacking, tangenting and additional soul-snatching highly encouraged!]
 
 
Characters: Mycroft Holmes and Tess
Location: Hospital (building 131)
Date: Day 337
Summary: A fertility goddess and the British government walk into a hospital....
Warnings: References to prior character death; death price that simulates brain damage.

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09 March 2018 @ 09:36 pm
Characters: John Watson, Mina Murray, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes
Location: A variety of buildings.
Date: Day 334-340
Summary: Travel!
Warnings: The usual Snowhell flavors plus character death discussion, depression/mental health issues/grief. Any additional content will be marked in threads as needed.

I'm on my own again, good evening sorrow... )
 
 
Characters: Tess, John, Mary, Sherlock, and Mycroft (and Monika, but she's been dropped).
Location: Building 131
Date: Evening 327
Summary: BaconQuest comes to its glorious conclusion.
Warnings: Post-death trauma; unhealthy eating.

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14 January 2018 @ 10:00 pm
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

Night 320 w.graham; video )

[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! ]
 
 
Characters: Tess, the Watsons, and Monika
Location: Building 37
Date: Day 315 (evening)
Summary: Tess gets confirmation that there are, in fact, actual people here instead of only phantoms on her tablet. Also, she makes some sandwiches.
Warnings: Parents experiencing separation/loss from a small child.

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[This is Christmas. House's idea of Christmas, anyway. Sudden onset of deadly illnesses with disjointed and impossible progression of symptoms, and him not affected? Christmas! Someone out there loves him. Granted, he might not be able to help anyone get better and that's lame, but answers. Answers are something he is particularly prepared to provide. House is also curious if there's some psychosomatic effect at work here that might let him influence people. He goes on audio for this, and someone sounds almost gleeful.]

Hello, sick people! Dr. House here. I am a board certified medical professional and tenured professor of diagnostics at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in Princeton, New Jersey. I have a double specialty infectious disease and nephrology and head the only Department of Diagnostic Medicine in the world in my universe.

All that said... tell me what ails you, Snowhell. Details required. Pics if you need them. Allow me to diagnose you. This service is free of charge for today only! Or however long this whole thing lasts. I'll even prescribe you meds if they're relevant to your condition. Step right up, then! Don't be shy.

It should go without saying, but I am limited to identification and diagnosis of Earth-based diseases. So if you've got a different name in your universe for the measels, I'm still calling them the measels.

((OOC: While House is an ace diagnostician, I am very much not. It would be helpful for me if you could indicate the disease or diseases your character is suffering from for the event or indicate that the constellation of symptoms was pulled at random/non-Earth-based.))
 
 
[Now that Mycroft was feeling a little better, and therefore more up to actually speaking with people, his one clear goal in mind was set.]

Good evening. My name is Mycroft Holmes.

It's come to my attention that our theories on how this place is actually being run are disjointed and vague at best. [Were they really? Or was he just being insufferably arrogant again?]

Unless it's been happening and I've merely not been informed, it would benefit us to solidify our hypotheses in written form and attach data--preferably valid documented experiments--to get a gist of where we're at on proving or disproving them. At the very least it's a rough way of seeing if things are in favor of one or the other. [He's certain it won't be anything but a jumbled list of vaguely related things.] I'll send a file along once I've compiled it, but please feel free to add anything here you think should be included.

What I would like to do now is discuss recent developments. As I'm sure most of you are aware of the...incident involving my brother and his delightful foray into the world of the unnecessarily macabre. If you're not familiar with it, I'm sure you can dig up something on the network.

It's something of note that I visited the cultist funeral home and morgue his original body was stored in when he was...deceased...recently, it was not there when I arrived, nor was the restored corpse he'd been living in there. Sherlock revived not long after in a different funeral home. [A pause.] Now what we know from all of this is that our nanomachines are apparently more important than our physical bodies. They hold what is very likely maps of our brains, or in effect, our consciousness. There are many instances where a death results in an unrecoverable body. I myself have experienced this unfortunate situation. Barring extensive, potentially impossible repairs, it's also likely that the bodies we inhabit now are taken from elsewhere, perhaps elsewhen. Or at the very least, the bits needed to fix the broken bits. [Are you following along, slower people?]

It is also something of note that my brother's body was taken from the morgue, and not simply...recreated elsewhere, leaving his original one there. Perhaps it would be a waste of the town's resources. The Admin or whoever and whatever is running this place was able to correct the mistake of being in a different body. Perhaps incompatible nanomachines wear down cells. We do know now even old corpses can be revived. Was that said corpse of that teenage fellow repaired to house my brother's consciousness? Or was the corpse duplicated in a fresh state, or an alternate version brought in?

If any of you are near a morgue, it would be most helpful if you could attempt to see if that body is still around.

I would also like any reports on temperature being a factor in any unusual circumstances, from encounters with data ghosts or recent town-wide glitches.
 
 
25 November 2017 @ 07:45 pm
Characters: Sherlock and John
Location: Building 303
Date: Night of 302
Summary: John finds Sherlock
Warnings: Any content warnings will be marked in the subject lines

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[OOC - CW: Mention of self harm]

[ Good evening fellow snobos, it would appear that the reports of questionable life choices continues to roll in; Rhys started a trend.

It is another video, coming from the user name w.graham and featuring that same gentleman. It’s hard to tell if he looks worse than before, because he tended to look terrible in general. What is different is he looks a bit more exasperated than he had the last time.

As he takes a breath to start speaking, the voice of one Gregory House, comes across first, calling from somewhere off screen. ]


Don't forget to call them snowhellions! And remember it's Hotstud first! Then Graham Cracker.

[ Will just sighs and rubs his hand over his face, before he gets started. ]

It's Hotstud first, then Graham Cracker )
 
 
05 November 2017 @ 03:38 pm
Characters: Sheriarty and Mycroft
Location: Hub 5
Date: 297, evening
Summary: Mycroft and Sheriarty collide
Warnings: Probably mind fuckery and talk of suicide/murder

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hello, snowhellions!
dr. house here bringing you a kibbitzing session
or for you unindoctrinated goyim:
a brainstorm

people seem to have mixed feelings about my experiments
so, hey
let's figure out some other ones
i'm all about constructive criticism
i'll be concritting all of you idiots
especially if your questions or suggestions are stupid
but don't let that stop you

my personal list of questions is below
i'll add to this post as more come in
if you have a question
suggest a way to answer it
i don't care if you think it's ridiculous
i just pulled all the blood out of a guy and pumped it into a rando corpse
ridiculousness is no object
just stupidity

Questions, questions... )
 
 
27 October 2017 @ 10:46 pm
Characters: Ecks, Mycroft, Dorian, and Kid
Location: Building 126
Date: late night 293/early morning 294
Summary: Ecks commits a murder in Doctor House's name again.
Warnings: Character injury and death

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27 October 2017 @ 04:27 pm
[ 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.
 
 
[The video feed clicks on to the sight of an unfamiliar face sporting a patchy and thin moustache. This face belongs to a boy in his late teens, perhaps seventeen or eighteen, with blond hair and blue eyes. He's wearing, rather incongruously, a Belstaff coat that's much too long for him.

He grins into the camera.

He's been locked up for so long, trapped in a straight jacket, and he plans to make the most of it while Sherlock is the one locked up inside his own mind. He rolls his shoulders luxuriously, getting used to the odd new body.]


Daddy's home, boys and girls, I hope you've not been naughty.

[His grin widens, showing slightly crooked but very white teeth.]
 
 
 
11 October 2017 @ 11:39 pm
Characters: Mycroft, Ecks, Kid, Dorian
Location: Hospital
Date: Morning 289, possibly a bit of chatter overnight 288
Summary: Convergence in the hospital!
Warnings: None!

The last ace in a lost hand )