If you're confused, read this.

- Clarke

( welp i forgot to unprivate it! it's fixed now! )

ＤＡＹ; ＶＩＤＥＯ.

( none of the three of them have ever been in a modern school before, but Hook was in a naval academy once. a very long time ago. he can guess what this place is, if for individuals a great deal younger than he had been. there's something horribly wrong about being in the empty, frigid school, yet here they are.

he's not sure if people have named this discovery yet, but just in case, he flashes the cafeteria and the kitchen, where they managed to find quite a large stock of food. a week for each of them, which would be nearly a month for one person. )

I don't know if anyone's been, but about about two day's walk from the north wall, there's a building. we found food here. Not much for shelter, though.

( he pauses, setting the camera down so he can peer into it. it's easier for him to use this way, even if it projects a little funny. )

People have spoken of a group, collecting together. Does anyone know of a place that would be amicable to such a collection? Apparently the northwest is out, we'll need to garner another. If there truly are walls in every direction, picking a corner might be easiest for people to suss out.

( a pause, before: )

Does everyone know how to navigate by the sun? It rises in the east, sets in the west. If you have the sun rising to your back, south would be port, north would be starb— ( wait, whoops. rephrasing. ) South would be left. North would be right.

Mind it's not peerless, but it's better than nothing.

ＮＩＧＨＴ; ＴＥＸＴ.

( Hook has come to the uncomfortable and unhappy conclusion that he is locked out. pushed too hard, tried to go too far and now he's got to lie in the grave he dug for himself. it seems a miserable end, all and all... but he's fairly sure it's not one he can avoid. he's survived so much, only to freeze to death, miserable and alone.

at least Tink and Baelfire are together. that might be the only comfort he has right about now.

he's tucked against the wall of the house he can't get back into, piles of snow erected to protect him from wind, but that's all the protection he's going to get. it's a pathetic attempt with frozen fingers when he finally bothers to reach out on the magic glass that does not seem to mind the temperature. )

is there any way to get inside after the doors lock?

( because, if there is... he would quite like to know. )

ＰＲＩＶＡＴＥ ＴＥＸＴ; ＴＩＮＫＥＲ ＢＥＬＬ.
( ✁ )

A: Network (Voice); 8am - Open

I've been doing some thinking.

[Al jumps right into it, as all forms of 'hello it's me' he rehearsed in his head, seemed stupid and awkward. He sounds content, though determined.]

My previous advice to travel westwards and southwards may not be the best now. I've been as far west and south as I can, and I've found almost nothing in the way of food or water supplies to sustain just me, let alone more of us. We need to find a place where we can scavenge, or even hunt, and that isn't to the southwest. If anyone has found any clues to where we could find anything to help us survive, please share it with us.

I know a few of you already know this, but Stephanie started a map that we're trying to put together collaboratively. It's not an exact map, that's impossible without the dimensions of this place or a frame of reference, but it's possible for us to start filling in routes based on where we have travelled in relation to the snow wall. You can find it here. The more people that can help with this, the better for all of us.

[He pauses, before exhaling audibly.]

Finally... there have been more deaths reported, and I know at least one more of them never talked to anyone here on the network. Please, if you're out there listening, don't make that mistake. We're a team here, you have to talk to us and trust us. We need to start thinking of each other as friends, not just as strangers stuck here, and that means learning about one another. So... won't you all talk to me? Tell me where you come from, and who's waiting for you to come home?

B: Closed to Clarke (Action; Day 008)

[Aside from a brief meeting with a woman early in his travels, Al has seen nobody else in person here. So it surprises him deeply when, as he is tramping through the snow, he catches sight of something out of the ordinary amongst the sea of white.

A splash of colour.

A person!

It only takes a heartbeat for Al to start running towards her, arms waving wildly to try and get her attention.]

Here! Over here!

C: Closed to Tadashi (Action; Day 009)

[After meeting with Clarke the previous day, the two of them had struck out together under the assumption that it was better to stick together. Perhaps in the enthusiasm of seeing someone else, or perhaps just out of necessity, it was close to the warning period when they eventually came upon shelter that day.

After a quick look inside, Al has slipped out again to inspect the perimeter before lockdown. Imagine his surprise when he sees a familiar figure walking towards him. He may only have seen Tadashi over the video of the tablet, but he recognises him at once. The same probably can't be said in reverse, as Al always uses the voice function. So Tadashi may not be too happy about being charged down by a seven foot suit of armour with large spikes.]

D: Closed to house 60, square J11 (Action, Day 009

[Quite a few people are surprisingly converging on the same house this evening, all looking for shelter against the night cold. This section is an open one for all people in house 60 to interact with one another, not just Al.]

Characters: Clarke and Killian
Location between J3 and L4, and eventually building 26.
Date: Day 003, afternoon-ish (unless that doesn't work for katy!)
Summary: Clarke and an old sick guy going through withdrawal walk into a bar.
Warnings: like I said, Hook's going through withdrawal. otherwise I'll update if anything comes up!

( yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me )