Characters: the infected
Location: ???
Date: Morning 414
Summary: You have to get out.
Warnings: vague body horror, mild starvation, please note specifics in the subject line

Coming to you live from Norfinbury's only standing cult high school, one of several lead guitarist for the Snowhellion Band: Greg House!

[Hello, everyone. Did you need some music to laugh at the probably imminent apocalypse? Uncle Greg has got you. He has Zell's guitar, he's tuned it up, and he starts playing and singing Good Day Sunshine because screw the sun for being gone. He will call it back with the power of classic rock. Or he'll just jam out for a while. That works, too.

When House finishes the song, he'll add at the end.]

Taking requests. Looking at you, Quillster.

Characters: John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, England, America, Ginger Hale, Roland Crane, Bucky Barnes, Peter Quill, Flynn Carsen
Location: High school, Building 34/35
Date: 407-409
Summary: Watson and co, the Country Crew, and the MCUs plus a Librarian collide.
Warnings: References to recent event things are likely! Please add to subject lines as they come up.

( That's what they say when we're together... )

The sun is gone.
It's not just like that for us, right? You're all seeing it too?? Or *not* seeing it, I suppose.
And the clouds are all
ugh :C

[ And a minute or two later: ]

Well since all this seems very apocalyptic I'd like to say that I'm glad I met all of you
(even the people who kinda suck)
and that I'm very grateful for my time here, whether it's about to end or not.
I'd suggest you all tell the people who matter that you love them, just in case!! Dying with things left unsaid or undone is the WORST.

Sorry to be a complete freaking downer I just think this is really important

[It's Peter, bright and cheerful and clearly with a morgue behind him.]

Hey assholes, I'm back! Did you miss me? Of course, you did. Norfinbury was like, the most boring place ever without me, right?

Weirdly enough, it's been awhile? What's been happening?

Anyway, I've been thinking. Suddenly it's all really clear to me now? You know ol' Blue had a really good idea back then and I'm thinkin' I should probably start doing that. Except like, instead of thinking small, let's think big!

I claim all of it? Everything. All of that there? The whole town? [He waves his hand in a vague circle.] That's mine.

I know the whole territory thing didn't go over so well last time but come on, that was like, forever ago. Everybody's been beat down enough that you gotta have stopped like, caring so much by now? At least the smart people should've. We're all gonna die here anyway. I mean, not me, cause clearly I keep coming back.

You pay tribute to me for safe passage, use of resources, food, supplies, songs, y'know, the usual.

Oh hey, I'll take death videos too!

Characters: Roland and House; Roland and anyone in the grocery store on Day 377
Location: Building 144
Date: Day 377
Summary: Two open prompts:
A) Roland wants as many people to like him as possible, for reasons. Can he win the favor of his constituents? Stay tuned.
B) Roland has a pet only he can see. It's awkward.
Warnings: Shouldn't be any.

( Caught in the thought of that time when everything was mine )

Characters: America, England, Ginger, and Roland
Location: the post office
Date: day 371
Summary: meeting the president
Warnings: shouldn't be any

( Read more... )

[Look, Maybe he'll be more successful with this than with what happened with Angel.]

The Guardians of the Galaxy are gonna do a totally heroic thing for you, the good people of this town--we're gonna go and see if we can get the coffin room unlocked with our super cool galaxy key.

But we don't work for free, so we're expecting payment for our services.

What do you got to trade? We'll take anything good.

Hey everyone, it's Al.

I've made a couple of updates and additions to the survival guide recently, and I thought I should send it out again. I know that not all the information that we have is in there, but I think that's probably for the best. This is supposed to be a basic guide to help people who are new here, and too much information at once would be overwhelming. But I do think that a compiled guide of all the information we do have would be a good idea... like the posts that-- uh.

[He hesitates a moment, suddenly realising that he probably shouldn't mention Dr. Watson's information posts on the public network, when he's so careful to keep them to the shadownet.]

Well... you all know what I mean, right? But to have it all in one place would be helpful, so if anyone would be willing to help compile that, or has information that should go in it, please chime in. We can't do this without all working together. I also think it might be a good idea to have a few words or phrases recorded in every language; things like 'I need help', or 'I'm okay', so if we're unable to understand each other again then at least we can communicate that much.

Okay, well that's it, here's the guide.

[And a download of the survival guide pings up as available.]

[chaos's low, soft voice speaks, heavy with worry.

He speaks in English.]

There was a warning that went out this morning that said "We are running critically low on resources. Please be patient while we make adjustments."

What resources are these? I...am afraid most of the last week or so is a blur to me.

I'm also curious about why this warning was released in multiple languages, as this hasn't been the norm for the ADMIN so far....

[When Ginger's username shows up on the Network, it might come as a surprise that she's not posting a game. Or maybe it's not a surprise, given what they've all been through recently. Still, she has a serious, downcast expression from where she sits beside England and America. The smaller injuries that she sustained down in the cells have been primarily healed by now, though her hair is short and shaggy around her chin. She takes a moment, not too sure how or where to start, but with a deep breath, just decides to go for it.]

So we, like, found Andromeda's body.

[Yeah, that's a pretty big mouthful.]

I don't want to just show it right here in case anyone is, like, uncomfortable with it, but there's a recording attached for everyone who does.

[Attached is a video that scans over Andromeda's crucified body, her metallic innards spilling out of her abdomen. She hangs at the end of a chapel--a room that had been previously undiscovered, but it's not too hard to figure out where this is.]

We found her a couple of days ago but decided to wait to announce it because, like, America was able to--

[She stops and turns away from the camera, getting some kind of clarification from him before proceeding.]

--he found a wire or something to plug her into his tablet? And it took a whole day to finish downloading whatever it was that Andromeda had left inside of her, but once it was ready it's all encrypted. America couldn't get in with anything he had, so if anyone has anything that could help or any suggestions, that would, like, be super helpful!

[England taps Ginger's shoulder from out of the frame so that she can pass the tablet to him to add something. England is in a similar state as Ginger, healed of his minor injuries but still bearing signs of the greater damage. He's sombre but businesslike as he speaks.] We did search the body for any electronic components that would be particularly useful, but the wire was the only thing of note. I'm afraid most of what remained was just torn up metal.

[And what a horrible way to go, his expression says. But he hands the tablet back to Ginger. She pauses, not seeming to have anything to add but not wanting to just hang up.]

Yeah, like, okay! I think that's all! Thank you!

((ooc: Replies will come from England and America as well as Ginger! Please specify if you want someone specifically!))

Characters: the marked, the unmarked, and their rescuers
Location: ???
Date: Morning 356
Summary: Time to get out of here.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Six OOC Post

[ There's a soft voice that comes on the network during the evening, after lockdown - it's mild, but there's an undertone in that calm that's almost unsettling. ]

Well. This place is awful, not that I need to tell any of you that. [ A beat. ] And because most of you don't bother to have private conversations, it's easy to see that there are a couple of people who seem rel-bent on making things just a little more awful.

If you've a person in mind and something worth my time to trade, I can fix any sort of issue you might have. I'm not picky, and I'm very good at problem-solving. I imagine you all can figure out how to contact me if you'd like to discuss solutions further.

[ And the feed ends. ]

cw: religious extremism; suicide and murder linked to religious cause; sexual harassment

[Tess looks much the same as she did when she was last seen alive. Red lines in the shape of fractals cover her body, her eyes completely red as well. There's a large feathered serpent coiled around her shoulders and an unimpressed look on her face. Anyone familiar with the columbarium might recognize the rows of plaques behind her.]

Alright, so I've had enough of playing mortal -- walking around on foot, making people breakfast, dying. I'm done, moving on, next plan. For those of you who actually fell for that whole line cook thing -- I'm Tess, Goddess of the Search, Mother Serpent, Child of Ragnarok, and Lifeblood of the Wayward -- and life blood's what we're here to talk about right now. See, my essences have been all kinds of unbalanced since I got dragged into this Hel-hole -- too much human, not enough divine. And we all know humans are basically useless, am I right?

But that's where you come in, because believe it or not, you little bastards do have the occasional use. Whoever brings me back into my power I will remember -- they will have my blessing and my protection and I will take them with me when I destroy this place.

It's nothing hard, nothing complicated, nothing one or another of you hasn't done before. There are ten or twelve liters of blood in the human body. Spill it in my name. Because hey -- even if it doesn't work, at least we'll have learned something, right?

[When she smiles, it's the same easy smile as always, the same face that makes dumb puns and offers of breakfast. Whatever has changed, Tess is still Tess...but sees nothing wrong with anything she's just said.]