Characters: EVERY-FUCKING-BODY WHO WANTS TO BE HERE
Location: The bunker
Date: timey-wimey; this is generally for threading stuff during and/or after the major endgame discoveries have been made (444/445), but if you want to do a thread that takes place before all that when everything seems much more hopeless, go ahead; no one's going to stop you
Summary: AND YOU'RE HEEEEEERE IN MY HEART AND MY HEART WILL GO ON AND OOOOOOOOOO-OOO-OOOOON
Warnings: if your character does something terrible tell me so i can edit a warning in here

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*Enclosed is video of a happening as Brian finally finds a use for Miller's Card. There's a short video of him opening the door before it turns to livestreaming of exploration.

As his attempts to get into the Miller's computer are blocked he turns the tablet to face himself.*

Bring the. Key. Gal ax y. Or An drom eda.

*His voice is raspy and horribly monotone. He clearly has no idea how to emotion.

Also the video is crazy staticy. Brian's static + Town Hall's static make it hard to make out in parts, but he focuses on Miller's desk and computer long enough that it can be made out.*

Characters: OTA (regular characters plus anomalies)
Location: Power Plant
Date: Day 440
Summary: Here! In brief: It's time to capture some anomalies in the Norfinbury power plant!
Warnings: Please add to subject lines.

( Yippee-ki-yay! )

[It's just before lockdown ends in the morning that John sends out his message. He knows it's going to invite criticism, ire, possibly screaming at him some more. But people deserve to know what's happening.]

Good morning, everyone. I don't know where everyone is, but I wanted to say thank you for those who've been helping to put up messages around town for the anomalies. We'll be reaching the power plant this morning. We have a good team with us and we've made some preliminary plans about how to trap specific anomalies, as needed, and how to talk to the ones who might be willing to help us. We're keeping things flexible in the event some are there that we haven't planned for or what have you.

I know some of you don't approve of this. I know some of you think I'm a monster for helping to organize this. That's all right. I'm taking responsibility for what happens today. The people who are helping haven't been forced, but I am directing them. Any failure, any lives lost, injuries sustained, those are on me. We'll provide an update at the end of the day when it's done.

Godspeed to everyone in the Bunker. We're counting on you. To everyone else scattered to the winds, hold fast. We'll make it through this. Keep safe and keep warm.

Characters: Doctors Strange and Watson
Location: Building 124
Date: 432
Summary: Two physicians journey into the dark
Warnings: will add as needed

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[It's been a long time since the last time he died, and it's just as bad as he remembers. It's not even the sudden waking in a body bag, or the creeping horror of dying, it's the moral implications of what his revival might mean.

He gives himself an hour or two to settle down and try and figure out what his death price is, but nothing seems obvious and that's just unsettling him further. He needs a distraction, so he should probably let people know that he died.]

Uh, so I'm definitely fine and nothing has happened to me lately.

[Wait, what? He pauses, and then tries that again.]

In fact, I'm having the best time of my life, the only thing that would make it better is if all of you have died horrible and painful deaths recently.

[Okay, so that's... something. It has to be his death price, and it's mortifying. He really wants to take it back, but his voice just somehow gets chirpier.]

I hate you all and I hope I offended each and every one of you!

[Rhys is settled down for the night, in the evening hours after lockdown on 432. He's taken off all his extras to let them air out, and sitting in his ripped t-shirt and looking mostly comfortable. He's better at getting comfortable than anyone should by any rights, here.]

So, I am actually staying in the convenience store here in Res 3, because you don't get pushed out anymore? I was going to try and hike to the next building, but the aura was gone and...well, I didn't get shoved out. That's good news, sort of. Saves me a little hiking.

The Bad News is, that's probably because there's been a change to the food. Some of what's here has gone rotten, and I don't think there's as much stuff as there was last time I was here. Food might be starting to run out, along with everything else.

[He looks much less happy about that.]

I'm hoping it's just this store, but I'm not sure. So if anyone else hits any other places around that have food, do a check and see what you think, alright? I'm going to start rationing just in case, though.

[That's all he was really here to say, so the video feed blinks out for a while, pending responses.]

[There's the sound of breathing and boots crunching through snow -- this is one of those feeds created on the move, it would seem. When Stephen speaks, his voice is lighter, easier than it had sounded for a long while before his death. It's like a burden has been lifted from him, but there's something wry in his tone, too.]

You can count me back among the living. Or I can, when I sit down and catch up.

[Haha census humor. The lightness drains from his voice as he turns to more painful and worrying matters.]

I've been catching up on some of what I missed...it looks as though I'm not the only one who's learned first hand how dangerous our counterparts can be. The one that killed me was able to access the bunker; I don't know if someone let him in or if he'd stolen a tablet. I'd found a key card and a microchip I believe might grant access to the remaining locked room there, but they're not among my supplies now. If anyone found them...please. Please let me know. If that thing has them....

Gabriel, Vanitas. I'm sorry I left you, and I hope the fact that your names haven't been posted since mine was means you didn't follow in my footsteps. And Peter? You're an idiot. That goes for both of you.

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

Characters: infected characters
Location: ???
Date: ???
Summary: Something is wrong.
Warnings: severe sickness, nausea, vomiting, blood, things moving under the skin; make sure to warn for what's specifically happening in your thread

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?

Characters: Anyone in the bunker!
Location: Anywhere in the bunker!
Date: Any time during the No Such Thing event
Summary: Miller's back, so that probably means Bad Things
Warnings: Put them in subject lines!

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