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... )

So, um, like...

[Ginger clears her throat. It's been awhile since she's posted anything to the Network, so she comes off a bit unsure of herself or how to start. Of course, a good majority of Norfinbury was just in a coma, so she could still be in a weird place from dealing with that whole mess.]

Maybe this is coming out of left field and maybe kind of a weird time to be asking but, like, doesn't it seem like it's been awhile since we've heard from any newcomers?

[ The minute Castiel comes back properly - not just riding along with Jimmy, able to communicate but only sporadically and vaguely at best - he logs onto the network, skimming over it to see what's already been said before posting a message of his own. ]

There's something I need to tell all of you about the bunker. One of the rooms in the bunker - [ He pauses, briefly, to scrawl a simple map of the building in chalk on the floor before pointing his tablet's camera to it and pointing to room 11 ] contains a functioning computer. The computer asks for a username, and when I entered my own it displayed the text "Identity verified. Room access granted."

Unfortunately, we succumbed to the toxic mold before we could investigate. I don't think it's possible to get into and out of that room without being fatally poisoned.

I'm going to return to the bunker to see if I still have whatever access it granted me, but if not we'll need to either find some way to clear enough of the mold to make the way safe or shield ourselves from it.

[Flynn looks pale and a little tired when he starts the feed, just your regular image of Norfinbury fatigue really. But he also looks quite content - which might have to do with the genuine excitement over the task at hand.]

Hello and good evening. I've been meaning to get in touch with you all for a while now and I come with a request for a little collaboration. Now I'm sure you all remember when communications broke down and people couldn't understand each other. With medication suspended I'd say there's a good chance it might happen again. Maybe...

[There's a needlessly dramatic pause and his hand comes up in an equally needlessly dramatic fist.] ... for good!

[Alright, now that this is out of his system...]

So! I think we should prepare for when that happens. I've talked to several people and with all this new exploration on the way we should make sure our efforts are not lost in translation at some point.

For that, I'd like to collect the most important words and phrases and devise a database of the different languages everybody is speaking. ... Oh, and if you're willing to spend some time I'd love to learn the basics of your language, too, that is, you know, if you're stuck somewhere past lockdown and don't know what to do, just, give me a call...

[He rushes through that last bit and tries to keep his tone neutral but fails horribly, the boyish excitement all over his face. Please teach him your language, he'll be the happiest nerd in Norfinbury.]

Alright, that's it.

[...]

This isn't like last time where I tried to incite others to rip into people's selves, by the way.

Just in case anyone's wondering.

I think you're all great.

Well, most of you.

Most of the times, of course excluding murder and randomly torturing each other unless it's a city thing because it's totally a city thing and we all know how that works, one minute you're hiking, just going about your post-apocalyptic day and then suddenly you're doing horrible unspeakable things to people you care about...

[Little circle gestures with his hands. It will occur to him eventually that he could just stop talking.]

This is really just about the languages and trying to facilitate communication in case we have another network incident and have trouble understanding each other which would make the exchange of new information difficult. ... And I totally just said that and well, then I guess I just said everything I came here to say.

Right.

Uh.

Stay warm.

Don't kill each other.

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

( Read more... )

[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: 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!

Characters: America, England, Ginger, Dr. House, Dr. Lecter, and Will Graham
Location: Building 326
Date: Overnight 327
Summary: Will and Ginger are going to talk about dogs! Hannibal and England are going to trade tips on etiquette! And House is up to something.
Warnings: House and Hannibal typical warnings.

( A coward dies a thousand times, but the brave they die just once )

[Monika's face pops up on the screen, her smile excited but also a little nervous. This is something she's been planning on doing for some time now, but for one reason or another never got around to doing until right now.

She's not sure why, but she's been feeling a lot more energetic lately. Almost, one might be tempted to say, manic.]

Hi, everyone! Um, I was kind of thinking about how serious everything always feels here, and how we're all constantly worried about dying or losing our minds or getting assimilated into a ghost collective and stuff... and I thought maybe we could all do with an outlet for our feelings!

See, I used to run this club back home where we would write poetry and share it with each other? And I thought we could do something like that here too! I'm going to post a couple of poems I wrote recently, and if you feel like it you can write something yourself! It can be kind of scary to share your writing like that, I know, but if you give it a try you'll find that it's really rewarding! I'd be happy to give out some writing tips, too.

( cut for poetry )

Hi everyone!

[It's time for a Ginger post. This time, though, it's not in regards to any kind of game. Honestly, she might not be hosting those again anytime soon. That's what happens when people decide to be spoilsports. She's still approaching this with an upbeat demeanor, but her cheer is definitely toned down. This is a serious and important subject that she'd like to address the community with!]

So, like, after the seance the other night, I've been taking a lot of time to think about who we talked to. I realized that so many of those people never got any proper kind of memorial for what they went through. And, well, I know that we've all been doing the best that we can to pay our respects with what little knowledge we have, but I thought, like, after all that help that we got, they deserve some kind of thank you.

[She hesitates, pulling out her sketchbook and opening it to an empty page--she's running out of those, but it is what it is.]

I'm sure they know how much we appreciate everything they do, and that they might not have any way to see or speak with them again, but I wanted to write a note for them and leave it...somewhere important. Like, at one of the grave sites, maybe. I can't get there right away, so I thought in the mean time, especially while I think over what I want to say, some of you might like to add some words of your own? I'll add it to my note with your name attached--or, if you want to remain anonymous, like, that's totally fine and just send me something privately!

[With a deep breath, Ginger flashes a small smile.]

That's all for now! Thank you!

Characters: England, America, and Ginger
Location: Building 320
Date: Night 320, following the player plot
Summary: England and Ginger have a little nap and scare the hell out of America.
Warnings: N/A

( teach to walk not to find )

[He's pretty much just going to cut to the chase here.]

I'm going to start a criminal database. Clearly there's no law enforcement, but it would be dead helpful to those of us who are interested in that kind of thing to have a database on noted criminals. And by criminals, I'm using the term very loosely, considering that those of us who...pursue said criminals are criminals by definition ourselves. Anyway, a real database will help in solving future incidents. Which, I'm sure there will be some.

I know there's already a warning about people in the notes, which is great, but what I want is this:

Names. Descriptions. People who have attempted, or succeeded, to kill, assault, rob people here -- anything that harms other people or their property, I want to know about it. And people who have attempted to do similar in their home worlds, not counting war veterans or police officers. I want details, and dates if you can give them.

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! ]

[ The user name on the tablet might not be one that many people are familiar with, but that's why it's Will's face that shows up in the video.

He looks about usual, like death warmed over and yanked through a knothole; backwards. Though his hair has been recently washed and except for his ever present scruff, he looks recently scrubbed. His glasses are perched on his face, perhaps in an effort to hide the bags under his eyes, perhaps as sort of mini shields against what he's psyched himself up to do.

Or maybe he's just tired of straining his eyes.

Regardless, he ruins the hair by scrubbing his fingers through it in what is obviously a nervous tick. ]

Uhm, yeah hey. [ Come on boyo, you can do better than that. Clearing his throat, Will gets his fingers out of his hair and makes himself look at the tablet, starting again in a more firm tone. ]

( non IC cut to help with all the words )

[OOC: Hello fellow snobos!

This is the first part of the player plot here proposed by Beckett's player and myself. It is open to everybody, the more the merrier and if you have any questions, hit up the OOC post, shoot me a PM or you can also ping my plurk Laekhund it is open to private plurks from anyone!

Once we have an idea of who all is participating and a game plan of what the characters will be attempting ICly, I will take that to the mods and we'll see if we all end up dead what happens! \o/ ]

[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.

[Yeeeeahh...he doesn't really want to show his face in front of everybody right now. Even if he doesn't have quite the yeti-beard yet.

Maybe it's on its way there, but regardless...]

Hey, look, I just wanted to...uh, say sorry for...pretty much everything I've ever done ever, and everything I'm probably going to do in the future.

And considering how awful things are right now, in times like these, a little music's always helped.

So...

DJ Star-Lord here again.

We're having the first-ever karaoke night, brought to you fresh from Norfinbury, Alaska!

Here's how it's gonna work.

I'm gonna play some--free, yes actually free songs, and you guys can record them on your tablets, and play your performance back to us. Or choose any song you already have, whatever. Free for all, no order, belt those suckers out and give it your best shot.

Bonus points for dancing.

[He doesn't sound as upbeat as he once did when he first started playing music and called himself DJ Star-Lord. In fact, it sounds like he's trying very hard to pretend he's in a better mood, but hey. Music. Singing. Dancing.

Even if he couldn't dance right now.

He plays the following songs:

Superstition, by Stevie Wonder
Love Will Keep Us Together, by Captain and Tennille
Time in a Bottle, by Jim Croce
Shining Star, by Earth, Wind, and Fire
Fame, by David Bowie
Tragedy, by the Bee Gees
Rock with You, by Michael Jackson
Don't you forget about me, by Simple Minds
Alone, by Heart]

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!

Hello everyone!

[As she finished adjusting her camera, Ginger gives the Network at large a wave. She looks a little tired, and maybe a little worried, but she's smiling anyway! Cause that's what she does best.]

First of all, I just, like, wanted to say...a big howdy hello to our new friends! I've been feeling a bit...antisocial lately, so, like, I'm afraid I haven't been very welcoming. So for everyone I haven't met yet, I'm Ginger and it's very nice to meet you! I thought maybe...tonight might be an okay time to play a game! Today is...

[She gives herself a tiny drum roll.]

Would you rather! It's, like, pretty self explanatory. You get two things and you have to say which your preference is, and why! So, um, here's a prompt to start! Feel free to answer and come up with your own for other people to answer, too!

Would you rather...only be able to eat one kind of dessert all the time and it's not a dessert of your choosing, or no dessert ever?