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sup guys ignore the username on this because im borrowing karkats tablet until i find a new one
this is davesprite aka @featherydouche aka that weird orange bird dude
figured i ought to make a post about the findings for the big tablet smashing extravaganza we all went on last night
to lay shit out for my group
i broke my tablet karkat recorded and the cat watched because what else are cats for
first thing we get a female voice telling us to leave the tablet parts where they were since they would be collecting them later
i did a hard nope and went to grab them
and so all three of us got paralyzed for about 20 minutes
nothing weird showed up on the recording but i decided maybe i didnt want to get paralyzed again or risk hurting my friends so i left the busted parts right where they were
but come morning the chips were still there so i nabbed them and nothing weird has happened yet
id describe them for you tech types but i know basically nothing about them beyond theyre small and look like computer chips
what about the rest of yall
i know not all of you would have sat still that easily

A while ago, I posited the idea that there are people here who come from similar, but different worlds. Ones where the same people exist, but different events took place.

[He breathes in.]

It's been a while since I last discussed it-- since then, several people have vanished; died. I think it's an important thing to keep in mind regardless.

We've all had to accept the concept of other worlds, being brought here, which brings me to my point:

So far all we've seen is the hollowed out remains of a town. Something powerful had to have brought all of us here, something we're currently missing.

It's probably more interesting that figuring out what the hell could cause splits in timelines at any rate. Has anyone found anything on one of those cards?

Characters: Stephanie Brown, Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric, Greed
Location: Building 58
Date: Evening 75
Summary: Sad sack Steph is rescued by altruistic Al
Warnings: Depression symptoms

( But it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth )

[For a moment, all there is is silence and static, maybe the sounds of movement.]

So here's a question for all of you-- have you had anyone here from your world where they're not remembering things correctly?

I don't mean little things, like maybe they don't remember things from yesterday, I mean fundamental differences; events having entirely different outcomes, people not being present for certain events.

That sort of thing.

It's been buggin' me for a while, and I want to know if anyone else has experienced it.

Characters: Alphonse Elric, Greed, Stephanie Brown, Edward Elric, Biff, Angel, Zack Fair, Kunsel, Jim Hawkins, Hiro Hamada, Cloud Strife, Freya Crescent, and anyone else who just happens to stumble into building 83.
Location Building 80 and building 83
Date: Day 047 and 048
Summary: Biff and Angel run into Al and co on day 047, and then Zack's team and Ed meet up with them for a party night on day 048.
Warnings: Possible talks of death and monsters, because this is Snowhell.

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Characters: Everyone in the pharmacy and hospital during the end of the event
Location Pharmacy and hospital
Date: Day 038, Various times
Summary: Event end badness
Warnings: Comas and memory loss and illnesses and all sorts.

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[ It's late morning when Zack makes his presence known. The exhaustion that steals away his usual humor's more than evident. But there's something of an urgent authority in his tried timbre, too.

...They might also notice a certain... attachment.

( serious business portrait express )

]

Looks like some of those things are getting restless. Ran into a big one yesterday. In broad daylight. I didn't look long before I turned tail, so don't count too much on the mugshot. But one piece of advice? You see something charging at you with feet that big? You run. That thing was fast on snow. Too fast. [ There's a brief pause and he might be glancing Jim's way... ] ...I also wouldn't suggest trying to torch anything in the future without good reason. Just trust me on this one.

[ He draws out a long sigh and it might seem like he's about to wrap things up. He's certainly taking his sweet time to say anything more... But then... if not tiredly: ]

Otherwise, me and the guys I've been traveling with have been looking into the wall around town. We haven't found anything noteworthy, but I can't help but feel like we might miss something vital if we don't.

Still... [ And this is where he's gonna take a moment to rub uncomfortably at his growing stubble. Really, he should shave again, but. He's got more important matters to concern himself with. Like maybe uneasily... ] ...It's a lot of ground to cover. Ground that would be easier to cover with more people. So, if anyone's willing to take some of the load, you know how to reach me. [ It might be a lot to ask after basically informing everyone that there are now Sasquatches roaming about, but... if it gives them any leads... ]

( ooc: Since this already jumped up so much, thread limit ten for the sake of my sanity. Thanks! )

[The video opens to Quark fiddling distractedly with his pockets. It takes him a second to start talking, as if he completely forgot he's already turned on the feed.]

Oh! Hey! I know people have been asking if we'd found any medicines or things like that? I didn't have any then, but I just found this not too long ago!

[Okay, a couple days ago, but it didn't occur to him to get message out there until he'd found something to eat. Now that he's remembered, he fishes what he's been looking for out of his pocket and holds it up to the camera for everyone to see: a bottle of aspirin.]

These are painkillers, right? It doesn't have anyone's name on it or anything, but I thought someone might want or need it so I should say something just in case!

[He'd found a couple other items people might be able to use, but this was the only thing that really struck him as important enough to announce.]

Characters: Clayton, Enoch, and Greed
Location H11, house 59
Date: Early evening of day 029
Summary: Clayton and Enoch are headed east, Greed is headed west. Their paths intersect and shenanigans happen.
Warnings: Usual snowhell stuff, prooooobably some talk of amputation/other injuries

( meeting of minds something something clever cut text )

[It's mid-afternoon when it happens. Lancer's voice, dripping with enough sass and sarcasm that it could drown the town, reads:]

"You and your guy BFF talk all the time and you're the first person he turns to when he's got news. But how do you know if your buddy is a platonic pal or a budding boyfriend? Take this quiz to find out if he likes you!"

[And then there's a slightly resigned noise.] This convenience store is less useful than I thought. But, if any of you are having relationship trouble I found something for you.

[The feed turns on to show off the walls and floor of a building. Whoever is showing the video don't speak at first, they just awkwardly hold the camera up to show what is clearly blood on the wall and nearby floor.

It's a little while before Greed speaks up.]

Has anyone else seen something like this before? It looks like... [Like a murder happened here.]

Something happened here, beyond the residents just abandoning the town.

Characters: Haku, Eiri, Stiles and Greed. Aka a sausage fest.
Location: N3, building 79
Date: Day 6, night
Summary: Four people end up locked into the same house at night. Discussions and possible hijinks ensue.
Warnings: Said possible hijinks..? Nothing specific for now, but I'll edit this if something crops up.

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[The voice that starts speaking sounds alert, but every once in a while he makes a slightly pained noise as he speaks.]

Say a guy was groping around in the dark-- wasn't paying attention to what he was doing. Say he cut himself open without meaning to and keeps reopening the cut on his hand.

If a situation like that happened, would anyone have happened to have found medical supplies?

[late afternoon - video/text]

[The post starts off as a live, shot-by-shot documentation of the area Clayton has decided to explore. He's on his way to the mysterious dot of a building he saw from the balcony in house 88, where he first woke up; apart from house 83, which just happened to be close enough to scout, Clayton knows no other landmarks to look for. With what he assumes is most of the supplies he's willing to take salvaged from 88 and 83, and his makeshift shoes damp and falling apart, he decides that there's not much else to do except go for it and hope for the best.]

[For the entire morning, there's nothing to report. It's all snow. Clayton keeps himself occupied by checking other posts on the network, but otherwise he's silent.]

[By mid-afternoon, he runs into the graveyard.]

[This is worthy of some footage. Clayton posts two of them; the first is a short one, a panning around as he comes in through the front to show off the size and general state of things. His commentary is sparse--he's cold and tired and this place is kind of creepy.]

Found this...guess every town's gotta have one, eh? [He zooms in on a tombstone, here. It's unrecognizably worn.] Looks real old. If anybody died after whatever happened to drive 'em all out, I reckon they ain't buried 'em here.

[Some time later there is a much shorter video. No sound from Clayton, save his quick, somewhat labored breathing in the background as he slowly pans around him. A thick mist has settled in. He can't see it apart from on the video, but Clayton doesn't think to make a note of that before he ends it.]

[Much later, there are pictures. He's found a chapel of some sort--indeterminate Christian denomination, about as old as the graveyard, fairly small. There's a picture of the outside, followed by several more of the inside, the pews, the stained glass windows, the hall leading to the bed and bathrooms, and last, a stairwell down to a set of closed doors.]

[There isn't anything else for a bit longer after that. Then, a text post. No pictures. Something feels really wrong about posting public pictures of a dead guy, or a morgue in general.]

I found where they're keeping Klaus.

[after lockout - video]

[There's another long band of silence following Clayton's escape from the chapel. Driven out by the suffocatingly unpleasant atmosphere, he continued heading south in the hopes that there would be another side of town to explore beyond it.]

[By the time it gets dark, he has not located that side of town.]

[It's well past the time that Clayton's noted the doors on the houses lock, but he's still walking anyways. Maybe it's not all the houses? Maybe he'll find part of a house that offers enough shelter to sit in, but doesn't have a door? He can remain hopeful!]

[No such luck there, either. The wind is picking up and the strength is rapidly leaving his legs. He has to sit down. He'll freeze to death if he keeps himself exposed like this. A snowbank, maybe...]

[When Clayton decides to turn on the network for the last time, he's managed to dig out a shallow depression in the side of a small pile of snow, which is just enough to huddle within and give the illusion of shelter without actually doing anything to prevent the cutting bite of the cold. Clayton has jammed the tablet in the ice near his face so he can keep his hands tucked in his coat. He's resting his head, hair laden with frost, on his backpack, which smells irritatingly strongly of cat food. He doesn't look very comfortable.]

[But he is, as usual, smiling.]

Ah...sorry 'bout this. I know it's late. Ain't sure who's even up... [Clayton shakes his head.] ...Think I got kinda sidetracked. Gonna have to camp out tonight.

[He bites his lip through a grin. In his pajamas and a coat and some wet foam shoes, Clayton is pretty sure he knows how this is going to end. Doesn't mean he has to accept it, though.]

Could do with somebody to talk to, if y'all 'll humor me. Swaps stories, I dunno. Just...don't think I should be fallin' asleep right now.

[ Video ]

[ Steph flashes the camera a smile - she's starving and horribly cold, so it isn't as friendly as it might have been. It fades quickly. She keeps her eyes on the camera, as one accustomed to video phones. ]

Hi. I'm Stephanie, and no, I don't know how we got here, where we are or why we're here. I'm working on those last two, though. So in that interest, I have two requests. The first is that you answer a survey: nothing somebody who kidnapped you wouldn't already know or be able to find out easily. So far I haven't seen that we have much in common with each other. For that matter, it seems like we might not have, like, planets or time periods in common. [ She grimaces apologetically. ] Which is weird, so feel free to take your time with that one.

The second is this: Try to map your location. These are all going to be disconnected for a while, but given time they might come together. There's a program on your tablet that lets you draw pictures - use that. Let's assume that the sun rises in the east and north is up. Uh... if you don't usually have a north that's left-east up-north right-west and down-south. Make a note if you run into someone, and list what you find. That includes those massive snow walls people have been talking about.

On that note, a third thing: don't go wandering out into the snow if you're not sure you'll be able to get someplace warmer before nightfall. People get lost in snow easily, and tend to go a little crazy if they get cold enough. I don't know what last night was about, but it's insane to wander out in the snow at night if you don't have the right gear or know where you're going.

[ Finally she takes a breath and lets it out in a long sigh. She managed to sound pretty professional for a terrified, starving, seventeen year old girl. ]



So that was a mouthful but I'm done now. I'm going to attach the survey as text. Respond however you like, and feel free to ask if you have questions.

[ Text ]

Name:
Age: (on a scale of pubescent to menopausal, if you want)
Place of origin:
Place of kidnapping:
Year of kidnapping:
Occupation:

Name: Stephanie Brown
Age: 17
Place of origin: Gotham, New Jersey, USA
Place of kidnapping: Gotham, New Jersey, USA
Year of kidnapping: 2015
Occupation: Student