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firstroar

I'm sorry. For my part...in making matters worse.

blackfire

（ there are a variety of reasons he has resisted making this announcement, chiefly among them that he is as fiercely protective of viveca's privacy as he is his own — however, he is keenly aware that such desire does not follow a pragmatic path. viveca must have known that sending them to this world would make her history impossible to conceal. his own tendency to withhold information from others needs to be set aside if they have any hope of bettering this — her — world.

he has spoken on the matter to a few people, those he trusts more than not — but his conversation with sam has resulted in the realization that if viveca is... upset at others learning the truth of her nature, she may as well be so with him. at least he can control the narrative, and stave off attempts at ferreting out further information about her.

thus, his delivery is entirely without embellishment — ）

E-23b is Viveca's world of origin. Those of you who have spoken with her on the matter may recall her propensity to say that she built herself — it seems she was human, and as such had a hand in the design of her digital parameters. She is the daughter of the Mayor, Jacques Reman and his wife Alexandra — with whom I have spoken directly — and was the original leader of the Fables known by the animal moniker 'Fox'.

I will not speculate on the circumstances that resulted in her being as we know her, nor explain my certainty — do not ask.

Sam Wilson is currently speaking with the Hare, confirmed to be Callan de la Cruz, and he is the source of our learning of Viveca's identity as the Fox. Presently, he appears to be an ally, and Viveca seemed to trust him — it was the symbol of the revolution that she gave Sam that sparked their conversation. If anyone can think of any information that may be pertinent to our efforts and possibly known by the Hare, please direct your queries to Sam. He is in an unknown location, and his ability to return communication is limited due to the nature of his situation. I do not believe him to be in any amount of danger, however — I would suggest that you respect both his time and his discretion in this.

（ the message ends there, for a time. some moments later, he amends it: ）

Collectively, we owe Viveca a great debt. I cannot think of better repayment than helping her home in a way that she can be proud of.

malta

I don't know if anyone else has watched the documentary about the mayor, but it's a good watch. Is there TiVo in the future? Do you remember TiVo, amore? It recorded the TV, we had one in that hotel in Châtelet. Oh.

[ yes, joe is talking to nicky at the same time and clearly everyone is being gifted his stream of consciousness thoughts/words. local grandpa needs to stop going on the internet. ]

For those of you that haven't watched it, it's a gripping tale of the mayor's rise to power and his almost downfall when his wife shockingly spoke out against the government spending. Alexandra was sent to the labour camps and if she's alive, she's been there for nine years. They also had a daughter who they purposely kept off the record so there is little known about her, freckles, mostly. She would have been 17 when her mother was imprisoned and she would be about 26 now. Jesus, she's a baby, Nicky.

[ sorry all 26 year old orbers, you are baby children. joe doesn't make the rules. ]

How old was that boy you spoke to? Hmm. Nicky spoke to one of the law students, Callan Dela Cruz, a very sweet boy. You should all read his articles, he's an exceptional journalist. Okay, I'll stop, floor is yours, habibi.

[A private smile is exchanged between them, Nicky as always enraptured by Joe's effervescence.]

Callan was very charismatic, self-assured. I didn't get his age, amore. It wasn't the focal point of our conversation. What he did tell me was that "the fox," disappeared four years ago, and among the various theories are notions that the fox was a government agent who captured the fables all along. There are also many who think that they are in the labor camp or detained and in holding.

Callan himself believes that the fox, the hare, and the wolf were all founding members of the fables and like family.

[Nicky's quiet for a moment, his own brain meandering around the details, putting things together for himself as well as their team. Quietly. Thoughtfully.]

Even though the wolf hasn't been seen for years, Mr. Dela Cruz believes they're still around. Eye witness reports have put a person with a wolf mask in the Third Circle.

[ another brief pause. ]

Right, that's what we've got.

[ joe is green and nicky is blue. ]

malta

[ attached is a very tacky bathroom mirror selfie of nicky and joe: joe with one arm wrapped around nicky from behind, nicky's arms resting lightly overtop joe's, hands linked, tee shirt bunched between their fingers; joe is leant over nicky's shoulder, kissing his cheek and, even from the side view of his grin smooshed against nicky's cheek, looking just completely besotted, it's honestly gross and they should be stopped. if nicky's cheeks are tinged pink it is clearly because joe accosted him after his shower and he's still overheated. ]

HELLO MY FRIENDS MY HUSBAND IS HERE THIS IS NICKY YOU CAN THANK HIM FOR THE BAKLAVA IN THE KITCHEN THERE IS ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE SO DON'T LET ANDY EAT IT ALL

adept

You'll all have to forgive me taking a minute to organize this, but we don't have "networks" like this in Fódlan. It takes getting used to.

But anyhow. A little bird - or rather, a whole flock of them - had an awful lot of chittering to do about the Day family.

The way I hear it, they've got a tendency to live beyond their means. Mashall's wedding was more extravagant than he could afford, Terra and Helios tend to party more than they can afford... You get the idea.

Rumors you might take with a grain of salt, but there's more. Apparently Jove's business was failing and he must not have a sterling reputation, because people suspect he had a financial stake in Hortensia's death.

Which...honestly, only fuels the suspicions I had already about the killer's potential motives. But then, where I'm from, that wax in his hand really would only be used to seal letters or documents. And wherever did whatever it was fixed to wind up...?

Anyway, make of it what you will, but that's what I've been hearing. The locals don't seem to look on that family too kindly.

[ooc: Feel free to thread-hop if you want! And as this falls within minutes of Andy's post and he's new to network whatnots I'll be assuming he sees it after relaying his findings. ]

oiorpata

Archaeology is neat. Apparently art theft and art dealing is the way to go on this planet. Shaun and I teamed up with Xichen and Huaisang to dig around ourselves. [ pun a little intended. ]

Most antique trading here ends up with the objects at the Museum in Vrefesea, and Hortensia seems to have found something significant on her pre-death last dig, an artifact Jove was attempting to sell to a higher bidder than what the Museum was offering. The deal fell through.

The Museum is missing an artifact in the form of a fancy book, with a reward out for its safe return, and Huaisang and I were able to confirm it as the same object Jove was looking to sell. It's an antique book about the early days and people of Novis Nox. The Museum hired a certain Detective Val Pinot to track it down, but no one we spoke to seemed to think he had it in his possession yet.

It looks like there's a good chance this book is the orb. A book orb. The Borb, according to Shaun. [ yes of course andy is going to roll with that, it's fucking funny. ]

[ she attaches a picture of the borb from the newspaper. shaun helped her figure out how because he's a champ. ]

Viveca said the Borb was in Vrefesea, and Hortensia looks like the last person who physically had it, with the Day family on their way to her funeral. And now Jove is dead, but it's hard to imagine none of the other siblings don't know where the book might be.

[ and that's it, well thought out conclusions are for squares. ]

pursuit

[ Deuce recognizes they've all been through a time. He knows it well, because while he may be young and inexperienced, he's certainly had exposure to people in extreme emotional distress.

Luckily here, people don't seem to blot.

His message begins in pensive silence, before at last he spurs himself to speak. ]

I think I need some advice. [ He begins, only to halt, choosing his words. ] I'm not powerful. I'm...I'm a kid. I'm not a lot of things you guys are. Hell, I'm pretty slow on the uptake, too.

[ It might sound like self-pity, up to this point - except that what carries in his tone, stronger than anything, is frustration. ]

But I wanna be useful. I wanna help. What are things somebody like me can work on? I'll work as hard as it takes, but I don't know where to start... I just know I don't want people around me having to pick up my slack.

[ And he feels keenly that that's exactly what people had to do during their last mission. If nothing else, he's never shied away from a need to better himself, and his resolve reflects in his voice as well. ]

catchatting

[ Zari's hair is up in a messy bun and she's wearing considerably less makeup than her usual. ]

Um so that was like... a lot. Who's up for a recovery spa date?

[ She looks away and her lips start to twist before she catches herself. It had been more than a lot for her--more than blood and violence or a dirty, bug-filled ghost town. She's still trying to wrap her head around everything she's had to contend with within herself and she's only so good at hiding it. ]

Or, I mean, if anyone just wants to talk. I can be a good listener. My therapist always said I have a lot to give the world. I really wish he was here and not just for me, you know?

Anyway, I can do face masks, mani-pedis or we can just talk.

[ A small shrug. ]

I could use the company, too.

groupiedrifter

[Oh, hey! It's Newton Geiszler, and he looks... really well-off, actually? The man's glowing with energy, not a lack of sleep in either eye. Too blessed to be stressed, huh? That's gotta be it. He adjusts his tie and preens even while the video runs.]

Well helloooo there, everyone! Its Dr. Newton Geiszler, resident genius here in Sedorum, bringing you some additional information before we head into what is undoubtedly a big awful war that none of us can circumvent! Now, I know that's old news and we're sick of the memo, but let me just throw in a few addendums at the recommendation of our fellow orbers.

... Ugh, 'orbers'. I hate that name. I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but anyway.

[They wave a hand dismissively.]

I'm currently working in the weapons department of the Sedorum army, so anyone who needs updated armor or additions to their weapons cache, be sure to hit me up, okay? We're pretty low on time and funds, so don't drag your feet on it, or you're SOL. There's nothing I can't do until I say I can't.

Also important on today's list: Long Cloaks.

What are Long Cloaks? Good question! They're a bit of a scary folktale among the people here. Or at least they're one among the engineers and weapon manufacturers that I've been chummy with. Basic gist: a hooded, cloaked figure with long scary nails floats around places like battlefields. Takes people who're beyond sinful or die a violent death and takes them straight to purgatory.

Now, I don't know if you recall, but purgatory? Sounds terrible, wouldn't recommend. Apparently it's like falling forever in the dark, so that's... great. But these Long Cloaks, they seem to only exist on Giva, which is where I'm pretty sure a bunch of us are going to end up, considering our luck in falling into bad predicaments for these orbs.

They said seeing one of the Long Cloaks is like getting hit with the worst omen possible, and that they've got their eye on you, so do yourselves a favor and avoid anything long and cloak-like, huh?

...

Or, y'know. You could always test the theory and shoot soggy spit wads at them through a straw.

Your funeral.

peasant

[ it comes late in the night while she's slumped in a chair at a strategist's table, though time is meaningless in the hellish pits of an afterlife. sedorum's frenzied chaos is neverending, a constant clash of noise that isn't unlike alina's mind, as she stares at the tactical notes laid out in front of her without truly seeing them.

she should have control over what she transmits through the earpiece, now. but it's a malformed thought that shakes loose from some miserable and lonely part of her, broadcasted before she can help it — ]

do you feel like you deserve to be here

[ in some afterlife meant to punish them, or perhaps here. existing, chasing their chances to undo a regret. even alina herself doesn't quite know which one she means. ]

calmness

[there's a few beats of silence before he speaks on the network, a steadying breath can be heard before lan xichen speaks. he looks down as he speaks, brows furrowed and his normal gentle smile is nowhere to be seen. if someone were to say he looks haunted, they’re not far off.] I -- What has happened is my responsibility. The sudden collapse of what we were experiencing here.

I spoke with Ford Branson to try to learn more about the town and pressed too far. He spoke about his family mostly and how much he loved this town. Speaking to him, I do not think he made a deal with the Orb... [a pause, a deep breath and when he speaks, his voice is a little more hollow and frayed.]. Not knowingly.

But I think what happened here is tied to his love for his family.

While we were talking, he clutched a locket which contained photos of his family and called it his most prized treasure. That the locket kept them safe, even when he spent all his time in the mines.

Perhaps the locket is the Orb itself or it is otherwise with him. And– and I don’t know if it was merely nervousness or self-soothing, but as he grew more distressed he spoke to himself. Almost a conversation where the other side kept telling him nothing happened and that it would be alright… Until the end when he called for it to stop and ran.

Then everything froze.

What triggered him was asking about pulsefire. He told me that pulsefire is used to clean out towns by bandits, who are looking for treasure. It leaves nothing living behind. [he visibly shudders here, pausing as if pulled into a memory before shaking his head to clear it. when he speaks again, his voice is steadier, barely, but lacks its normal air of calm.] Bandits use to clear trouble, leave treasures. But Ford’s treasures were living…

bindsthedead

[Sabriel's voice sounds alarmed and exhausted, like she's just run a marathon.]

I'm not sure what's going on in this town, but we need to figure out what it is, because right now it feels like I'm either going in circles or running into a wall.

As far as I can tell, the people here are alive- and so were the bandits that attacked, I felt some of them die, and their corpses felt like corpses- right up until they just... vanished a few hours later.

[Which is... disturbing, but between the tasteless food and the apparently mindless locals, it's not that surprising. Except for...]

And it wasn't just the bodies. When people die, it leaves an... imprint. Something any necromancer could sense. Except when the bodies vanished, so did that imprint. And even before then... when I went into Death to speak with them, there were no spirits around, and I don't think they'd have passed that quickly.

Also, before then, when I visited the graveyard... well, it felt like I'd expect a graveyard to feel like, except- the most recent death happened a bit over a year ago, a man named Glen McGuire. And everyone, with absolute sincerity, gave me wildly varying accounts of his death, with only a few similarities between them.

I don't think the people here are going to be a helpful source of information.

[And Sabriel takes a deep breath, because this is the most alarming part.]

I also tried to feel if there were any recent deaths in this town that no one told us about. At first- it was like something was blocking me. Then as I kept pushing- it was like the Kilnan mission, when the orb tried to feed on us. I had to stop trying before it drained me dry, but- I believe the orb is within the town somewhere, rather than outside of it or hidden in the mines.

[And Sabriel takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself.]

I'm not sure what sort of bargain was struck with the orb here or what the price was, but I'm not sure how much of what's happening in this town is truly real. I suspect that the orb started feeding on me because I got too close to the truth- but I'm not sure what that truth is.

Also... The goal I got from the orb is to seriously injure one of the crew. I'll heal you afterwards, of course.

[ooc: Feel free to use this as an information sharing post, if you'd like.]

firstroar

Can anyone else sense them?

The people. The creatures. Their minds, their feelings...

There's...nothing there. Nothing but...a faint notion.

Either there is something wrong with my own senses...or...

[search request for reference]

naloxone

[ turns out? space doesn't give a single fuck about your circadian rhythm. or maybe insomnia is just that attached to her that even the absence of a sun dictating her internal clock doesn't faze it, like an old friend you wish would just forget you already.

one night (?) late into the early hours (???) marta finds herself drifting out of the room she's come to assume will be hers for the indefinite future, passing through stark white walls with all the sterility of a hospital, but none of its familiar chaos.

she's still getting used to the earpiece. still getting used to hearing other people's voices in her head. she doesn't mean to add another in the void, but one of her own thoughts blares out too vividly as she stares out into an actual void: ]

—but where are the stars?

attackbrows

[ If you’re one of the night owls aboard the station, you might find your communications device pinging you with an alert for a message that really probably could have waited until the morning.

But hey, you’re still awake, maybe you couldn’t sleep, and this is bound to be entertaining at best, and easily deletable content at worst. (But don’t do it. Don’t delete this. It’s very important information; it’s information that might one day save your life.)

A clickable link appears on said post, leading to the best, most easily understood PowerPoint Presentation to ever exist: ]

( cut for an obnoxious visual below )

scarcastically

'Sup, ship mates. You've gotten the low-down from Newt already, Dusty's managing food and Grandpa Barnes is still passin' the buck as always . . . I figured I drop in my stuff too. A while back, I had a few people ask about self-defense classes and training.

And I figured that's useful 'cuz the last mission definitely went hairy and people got hurt. I'm happy to offer up some tranin', sparring or hell, even weapon maintenance or setting you up with some basic gear.

I got the qualifications. Did a stint in MIT, but also did a couple of active war tours 'round Afghanistan and Iraq, was a Navy Seal. Trained in a couple of martial arts disciplines. Ain't too shabby with swords and shields along with guns.

You're welcome to hit me up and we can start training. Skill's the best asset you got and you never know, even with superpowers or magic and whatever, to have an extra edge.

If that ain't your thing, I'll hook you up with some basic flash bombs. No fuss.

groupiedrifter

Welcome, new meat! My name's Newton, I'm your kind and welcoming local scientific genius rockstar. Pleased to meet you, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. Important things to know about me: I love rock music, I love playing the guitar, I love being elbow-deep in my xenobiology work, and I love finger foods. Also, I have a winning personality.

There's approooximately 35 to 40 other experienced weirdos lurking around this ship, same team as you, not including our lovely AI Viveca — who you can so lovely call 'Viv'! So I figured I might as well give you all a heads up about each and every one of the unlikely and likely heroes roaming these halls.

[The following is an audio-to-text recording called 'Meet the Crew!'.]

( MEET THE CREW IF YOU DARE )

And there you have it! Your wonderful, super capable, super talented Ximilia crew! I'm wanting the full details of you new people in return, just for the record. A/S/L, hobbies, special skills, deep dark secret backstories, all of it. Fork 'em over now, or it'll be off to the airlocks with you. Chop-chop.

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Entries tagged with the old guard: andromache

Text. | UN: Newt

text, un: blue, days after station return

text ↪ un: 朱

text — uns: joe & nicky

text — un: joe

text | un: ashen

text | un: andy

audio | un: spade

video un: dragongirl

Video; un: newton

text ☀️ un: starkov ☀️ sedorum

video; un: lanxichen | after everything crashes around them

voice; un: Sabriel.Abhorsen; shortly after the bandit attack

thought-to-text | un: blue

text | un: m.cabrera

{ video; } - This is all a Series of Clerical Errors / aka Meet the Doctor(s)

( video | un: jaguar )

Video / Text | UN: NEWT | MEET THE CREW (alt title: newton has had 2 energy drinks)