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kovach

[ on the morning of the kidnapping, some time a little into the back-and-forth chaos of everyone's search, a message comes through after this conversation: ]

Clara and I spoke to the king this morning. Not exactly drowning in the most valuable information [ yes, it's a fish joke. ] but he did bring up a few things that might help with the missing queen and princess.

First, the last time he talked to the queen was late last night right before his bed time. Said that she needed to talk to the princess. They had a fight earlier related to the princess' toys and he figured the queen was gonna go apologize as per his recommendation. Can't guarantee that's what ended up happening between them, but that's his story on where she went. Didn't see either of them after that.

According to him, this toy was some pearl that ended up with them some four or five years ago. Seemed it was important enough that it pissed off the queen to see her daughter playing with it.

Second, we asked about potential enemies. Prospects for a kidnapping. Only thing he brought up were the stone-gazers. They're apparently a race that can turn others to stone and some decades ago, the old queen tried to maintain good relations with them which the current queen tried to uphold. Problem is, way the king talked about them, they're "too creepy" to even bother having an alliance. So some prejudices could have pissed them off. Maybe pushed them to take the queen to make a statement? Can't say I know the exact politics and there's no evidence other than the king's word to make them a suspect, but they still might be people of interest.

According to the king, they're in Beliandria Grave. A few hours away and some three thousand meters deep. Not exactly an easy trip for any of us, but maybe someone's got ideas if they want to poke around.

He did bring up some trident that was stolen by bandits some fifty years ago, belonged to the royal family and never found. He says it isn't special and probably unrelated, but it does make him suspect that someone pulled off the kidnapping to ransom for their jewels. Taking both a queen and a princess seems a hell of a risk for that, but can't fully rule it out either.

groupiedrifter

Uuuuuh. Sooooo. Hey, everyone. Fun month, right?

... Right...

Guess I'll get to the point. We're gonna have a little sleepover in the mess hall to unwind, and you guys should go, because we could all use some kind of group activity that isn't fueled by stress and panic, don't you think? So. I'll see you there. Everyone's invited, and if you don't go, at least get someone to bring you some booze and food. Only seems like the right way to spend a day ending in 'y'.

Another order of business, since we're here and talking: I've changed the regret I initially came here for. I usually wouldn't, uuuh, go announcing this kind of thing to everyone in earshot, what with how personal these kinds of situations are... but I feel like transparency's been better than anything lately. So I thought I'd let you guys know. For the sake of academics, obviously. We don't really know a lot about regret changes, other than they fucking suck, because they include bonus payments in the form of... whatever the orb decides.

And I'm here to let you guys know, officially, that the orb hadn't told me shit about what my added cost was. Soooo... I guess I'll just have to see as I go.

... Better topic!

You guys ever play 'would you rather'?

Kind of a fun study in boundaries, I guess. Or a way to just be gross.

Like — would you rather drink your own pee or eat a cockroach?

Answer my gripping question before you give us your own set of options to choose; I wanna know where you stand on piss versus bug consumption. It's critical academic information as well. Obviously.

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.

shadysided

I still don't like Taeum. I mean, how they act.

I hate the weirdos who do things that make it obvious they're in the wrong place. And I hate that they keep locking everyone up.

But I was — wrong about it, too. There are really good people here, people who are upset about their families not being with them. There's kids, too, and — there are people I've been helping pass messages around for. Between Taeum and Sedorum, I mean. [She hesitates, looking uncertain if she should say anything that would be too vulnerable. She decides to try, despite her every urge not to.] ... You'd think I saved their lives or something, they seem so grateful... but I get it, because I would pay anything to hear from my sister again. They keep inviting me in for food and games, and they've been watching out for me, and...

I don't know why I'm even talking about any of this. I just wanted to say it, I guess.

That I was wrong about them. A lot of them just want to be happy with their friends and family, and I was wrong.

[She sighs, tucking a lock of hair back.]

I wish there was a way to avoid anyone else getting hurt, but I know how these things go. No matter what we choose, people are going to get hurt. Um. But try to protect both sides, whatever happens. It's not their fault that everything's screwed up. I'll protect people from Sedorum if you guys in Sedorum help protect people from Taeum, too.

[Frowning, she adds:]

... My goal involves someone getting hurt. I can't say what it is exactly, or it won't count.

I don't know what to do. I have to fix my regret, but I don't want to hurt anyone.

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. ]

aurable

Even in hell, workplace politics find a way.

Keeping this to text because I don't want any potential leads we've gathered being jeopardized if V'rizz or Entr'i figure out we've been spying on them.

Right now, there's an apparent schism between them that could work for or against depending on how deep it runs. Yelena and I managed to overhear their in-fighting, and it seems Entr'i wants to assassinate someone called 'the Highest One.'

She also doesn't seem to vibe with this mysterious Him that V'rizz is so devoted to.

My money's on either of these Vaguest Ones is our orb, and Entr'i is the horse to bet on to hop the fence.

Thoughts? I need us all sharing and caring with information before we go gatecrashing this gentrified heaven of theirs.

cheapbastard

i ain't here to commiserate or shit like that
you wanna feel like shit, feel like shit
no one's gonna baby you

but i've had a little to drink, the stars all look the same so i'm curious
tell me your biggest sin
come on, i was the fuckin' preacher back in that shitty town
i listened to all kinds of shit from those people
none of you shits came to visit so

cleanse yourself
get it off your chest
or make something up to entertain me.

( he doesn't expect anyone to actually go confessing their sins but hey, maybe they'll get creative and he'll have his fun for the night. )

come on, i'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
if you don't wanna share, tell me, you think the end justifies the means?
would you be willing to do some nasty shit to get the best result in the end?

shadysided

[cw: potential discussion of common mental health issues, enter at ye own risk!]

... This is bullshit, y'know.

[Luckily, Ziggy is not in the infirmary. She's not at her best, and she's still a bit underweight from all those weeks of working hard with little food, but she's not really hurt. Despite this, she hasn't been out of her room much. In fact, she's been... barely out at all. To collect food and leave, maybe.

Nothing like trapping yourself with your own thoughts to really have a good time.]

I killed people on that planet. I did it to protect me or my team, but I still just — I killed people. And everyone else, they killed a lot of people, too. I've never killed someone before, and now I've shot more than one person dead.

... Spare me the kneejerk reaction of 'life's unfair' or 'grow a thicker skin' or whatever. I've heard that plenty growing up. I know there's tons of people who deal with it like any other Friday night. I know saying anything doesn't matter, because we've got to do what we have to do, and the orbs are evil, awful curses on the people who come in contact with them.

But I killed people. They were bad people, and that helps, but it doesn't — make it go away. It's just... Wherever we go, we're always going to be unsafe, and scared, and we can't trust anyone. Not even each other, right? Because we don't even know what kind of people are really here. You could think someone's nice and then they're just... not. They could turn on you for whatever. And people, they wouldn't even know. They'd think you just died on a mission; they'd just move on and forget you. People might be more than happy to walk over you to undo their regrets.

People've said we can just leave, but... that's a load of shit, too. Who's gonna leave if they're told leaving means their family stays dead? Their friends? Some people don't even have a choice. For some people, if they leave, they just die. So how do we even know? That any of this matters? The orbs are going to punish us, too. They'll turn on us for being stupid enough to make deals with them.

[She runs her hands over her face, red hair falling around her face.]

I'm — I don't know. I'm not even supposed to be here. But who else is going to save a bunch of kids nobody ever gave a shit about? Nobody else is gonna save us but ourselves.

[Glancing aside, she folds her hands defensively.]

... Happy Valentine's Day. Enjoy the chocolates. I'm going to sit this holiday out, thanks.

bindsthedead

They're dead.

[Sabriel's voice comes out, far more emotional than her usual, carefully controlled tone, far grimmer than the bubbliness she'd faked while undercover. Instead, Sabriel sounds like she's on the edge of hysteria.]

They were dead the whole time- that was why the orb started draining me when I tried to sense them- it was blocking me but now I can't stop feeling it-

They all died. All at once. Hundreds of deaths all at the same time. But there aren't any spirits- and that many people, all dying so suddenly, some of them should have tried to linger. But there's nothing.

No spirits. Just the death.

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…

laviny

Now that the holidays seem to be over, I am curious.

When we were allowed into the North Wing, did anyone else get to speak with Commander Degar? I did and he confirmed that every orb has a different personality and that it tends to correspond with their color.

He also told me the ones we have met so far have been some of the nicer ones and we should be careful going forward. That feels kind of ominous, doesn’t it? It felt ominous to me.

[She sighs and continues:]

Basically, I can’t help but but wonder if the next mission might end up being more stressful and unpleasant than usual, especially after all of this downtime we’ve had. So I thought it might be a good idea to share with the rest of the class.

((Please feel free to tag around and threadjack, this is a post for sharing information and asking questions, etc.))

homeostatic

( Hey there, have a tired, stern announcement w/out preamble from the Doc: )

I can't believe I gotta say this, but as some of you folks can't keep your hands to yourselves-

( DAISY JOHNSON. JAMES T. KIRK. )

Don't touch the sphere in the North Wing. It will hurt you. That is a bad thing.

( If there's a slight tone like he's herding a class of daredevil kindergarteners away from a hot stove, well, he feels it's reasonable. Letting that sink in, he squares his shoulders and affects a tone more conversational, if direct, underlaid by his soft Georgian lilt: )

For those of you I haven't met: my name is Dr. Leonard McCoy. At home, I am Chief Medical Officer aboard a starship– you may have already met my captain, James T. Kirk.

I have a few announcements, so just stick with me and save any questions for the end.

( Read more... )

attackbrows

[ The ~~brain~~ video feed turns on, revealing a very charming and handsome young man sitting in front of the camera wearing a pair of sunglasses. Where’d he get those glasses from? Ray-Ban could never!

It looks like he’s sitting in one of the residential rooms that appear to be somewhat polished, save for the packaged meat sitting behind one bed. ]

Well? Come on, then! And maybe don’t look so cross, you know, show them a little holiday spirit! Should we get you the hat? We should get you the hat —

Shut it! I know what I’m doing.

[ An exasperated sigh can be heard to the side that sounds eerily Clara-esque. ]

And what’s all that about?! Why am I the one delivering this? Just get flappy bird to do it! Why can’t we send them an e-mail? Or one of those carrier pigeons?

What pigeons, Doctor?

Hold on a tick — did we get pigeons in our item drop? That’d be brilliant, eh? We’d hardly need these communications devices, oh! Oh, I could show Alina —

No! Now, stop it! You’re distracting yourself.

[ In a few moments, the Doctor (the cute one) is looking off to the side with his eyes slightly squinted. ]

Read. The… Yes! Yes! I know!

[ The Doctor (the incredibly smooth and sexy one) starts sifting through a short stack of index cards in his hands. ]

Hello. This is the Doctor. You know? The incredibly tall and sauve one. Not the old, crinkly man who is currently reading this messa--

[ His eyes immediately shoot up to show his predecessor the meanest of mugs.

There’s an audible “Ow!” heard offscreen, followed by Clara reaching over to grab that first card. You can clearly see the internal struggle the Doctor (the one who is serving Einstein meets Beethoven realness) is going through. Like a child being tasked to wash the dishes or having to kiss their granny. ]

These past few months have been incredibly difficult and tiresome, but I assure you all are doing a brilliant job. This is the part where you give them a thumbs up and a smile.

[ ...Skipping that part. ]

Given that we’ve spent over 500-some odd hours together on this station, me, Clara and the old bat who looks like a grey dusty tumbleweed reading this messa—

[ Tossing that away! ]

—Would like to invite you all to celebrate Christmas with us. For all of my non-Earth friends, it is a special holiday most humans like to spend together. There will be plenty of food and fizzy drinks to go around. There will also be tree-mendous decorations. Stop for laughter. [ … ] I snow hope you will all able to join us.

I love you all from my head to my mistletoe.

[ After all that is read, the Doctor promptly reaches for a brick and clutches it against his chest and lets out a sigh of relief. From somewhere off-camera, there’s a series of claps, maybe applause? Maybe a fly somehow made it onto the station? (No it’s definitely applause, joined with a ‘See that wasn’t so hard now, was it?’) ]

Doctor!

Can I have my crisps now?

[ ooc note: threadhopping is a go!

color key: clara = orange, the doctor (11) = blue, the doctor (12) = purple ]

[ ooc update: You can find the Christmas Party log HERE!!! ]

unclesam

[ Is there anything better than hanging back in the sunshine room? Paint a picture of golden sun on warm, dark skin, of tranquil surroundings, a man reclining against the trunk of a tree with a small stream gurgling in the background, of something truly soothing to behold... or notice the fact that Sam Wilson is wearing a leather jacket that distinctly, a hundred percent has only ever been soon on one Bucky Barnes before. If one of them is gonna be a filthy clothes thief, the other is gonna follow suit, it seems.

No, they're not clothes sharing. This is goddamn war. It is a nice jacket, though, and hey, Sam can appreciate the double victory of looking fine as hell and aggravating Bucky. ]

Hey guys. Sam, for those with whom I haven't had the pleasure yet. Got a treat for you.

[ No, it's not his very fine self, thank you very much. Sam holds up a very distinct golden amulet. ]

Managed to snatch this off Lord Suk-ju all the way back in Gyeongje, when the asshole tried to escape. Some of you were around for that. For those who are unaware: This shit's magic. Protects from physical and magical harm, pretty damn completely. All you gotta do is hold it. Got about a week's worth of daily confrontation stored in it before the magic shrugs and abandons you to get punched in the face.

Full credit for the side hustle goes to Ed, Sabriel, Syrlya, Zelda and Eliot. I ain't magic, so I'm really just the eye-candy on this operation. Thanks to our resident magically inclined talent, we figured out that the magic on the original amulet can be... I guess replicated? Not copied. And not to just on any object - needs to be from Gyeongje specifically. Thankfully, Ed's got a cheat code for that and can make copies of the base amulet, provided we got enough gold to work with, and those copies can be enchanted as if they were from Gyeongje. Pretty nifty. And that means... ta-da.

[ Sam holds up 5 other amulets. They look almost identical to the first, but he keeps them on what looks a keychain, separate from the original so as not to mix them up. ]

We've been kinda running a knock-off magic amulet production line here. Now, couple things - and I'm just gonna bullshit to the best of my understanding here, I'm sure our resident sorcerers of various persuasions will chime in with more technical explanations if needed. As I said, I'm the eye-candy and one of the test dummys of this operation, not the brains.

These knock off amulets are less efficient than the original unless you're the person who did the enchantment. Meaning for the rest of you, they will block some physical and magical attacks, but not all. The stronger the attack, the higher the chance it goes through. [ That was a fun round of testing to find out. ] Protection operates at about 50 to 70% efficiency compared to the original, best as we can tell, and depletes faster. We had enough raw material and enough people to make 5 of these knock offs. Current plan is to hand the amulets out before missions. Team and I agreed to prioritize civilians and non-combatants who could use the extra protection because they don't got powers, gear or other enhancements to work with.

Let me know if you feel you could use these. Between the original and the copies, we can outfit six people for now. We need them back after missions, otherwise they can't get re-enchanted and we can't make more copies.

[ Sam's spinning one of the amulets around his finger. The gold glints brightly in the fake sunlight. ]

If you're a sorcerer and interested in helping make more of these in the future, ring us up. And if you're in a position to get some gold - bars, coins, in the form of jewellery, whatever, either on missions or through requests from your home worlds - please consider forwarding that to us. We can only make more of these if we get our hands on more raw material.

Thanks for your time.

webdesigned

hey, so, full disclosure: this is super weird for me. i've never done this before. like, classically when i tell people bad stuff happens so i sorta don't tell anyone, but uh, here goes:

so i've got... superpowers. it feels like?? that's not that big a deal around here. some people are like 9 ft tall and can do magic (???) and have full robotic wings so it's just nbd but also for me it kinda is a big deal so it's a little scary to be upfront about this but i super duper did just liveblog my spider wall-crawling to the entire team during the last mission pandora's box is way open so yeah i have superpowers

( and apparently he's no better at trying to send brain messages, RIP friendos, his brain is just Like This )

but anyway, uh... since there are a lot of us, maybe if you wanna, we can... share??? nothing more than you are comfortable with, obviously, and trust me if you wanna hang back and stay quiet i get it. back home, i can't share this stuff. it gets people hurt. i was just thinking here, maybe... and since there's a ton of you like me or not even like me but different too, i don't know. maybe it'd be good for us to know who can do what? what we're all capable of? things we should look out for?

i guess i should go first. i, uh... can crawl on walls. everybody saw that (SIDEBAR that is my bad for that shaky camera work if i gave you motion sickness i am so so so sorry). i'm pretty strong too. and maybe be careful trying to touch me or throw things at me bc my senses make me react if it seems like a threat and i'm not super good at turning it off. i'm trying though. i have webslingers too, for flyin around?? so that's cool

uh... that's it? ama? i'll try and answer... or you can tell me anything, if you wanna talk shop. if you wanna keep things dl, private works. trust that i get it, this feels so viscerally uncomfortable, like those went to school in ur underwear dreams, only i really did it, holy snickerdoodle, i really hope this does not blow up in my face

aurable

Hello! My name is Drift, and unfortunately, I'm more used to writing speeches than giving them. [ An agonizingly chipper voice comes through that might make you think of a substitute teacher trying too hard. ] Ordinarily, I avoid starting with negativity, especially in greeting, but this felt urgent. I apologize in advance if this is detrimental to anyone attempting to regain a more positive outlook after having gone through the ordeal that was our arrival.

It has come to my attention that the mess hall in the southeastern wing accommodates the specific needs of newcomers. Otherwise, fantastic news, but I'm compelled to warn everyone here now: If you come across any containers with a somewhat viscous or luminous quality that could be anything from purple, pink, orange, or green?

Do. Not. Drink. It.

Actually, you would be doing me a favor if you avoided touching it at all and contacted me immediately. In all likelihood, that's a container of Energon or a similar substance, and it is remarkably toxic to humans. I say 'remarkably' because the poor medical staff would only be able to remark on how quickly your internal organs coagulated into sludge after the first gulp.

It's perfectly safe if it's unopened, but to err on the side of caution, I'd ask it be removed by either myself or someone with experience in hazardous materials if you come across it.

[ Drift clears his 'throat' which sounds more like machinery venting overlaid with the sound of cough. ]

On a lighter note, I'd like to explore the possibility of scheduled team-building exercises. Making full use of the station's training and simulation rooms for more regimented practice and possible meditation for those who need it couldn't hurt.

flickerandfade

[ That... sure is a big robot guy settling down in front of his communication device with a pensive look on his face. When he speaks, it's in a sonorous and rumbling voice, heavy with a sense of age. ]

I suppose that since I am now here for the foreseeable future, it would behoove me to introduce myself and to let you all know whom you are dealing with.

My name is Megatron of Tarn. I do not expect you to know that name, as it seems many of you are not from a universe where I exist. Or at least do not exist in the form you see before you.

[ He's just going to be a touch philosophical there for a moment, don't mind him. ]

In any case, even if you do not recognize my name I believe it is important that I inform you as to who it is you are to be working with. I am the founder and former leader of the Decepticon movement which helped to throw my people into civil war, a step which I thought necessary to tear down the corrupt pillars of a society that oppressed its people and served the wealthy and the powerful not its people.

This civil war spilled out across the cosmos of my home universe and touched upon hundreds if not thousands of uninvolved civilizations. At the time I held beliefs that I no longer subscribe to pertaining to the superiority of mechanoid life and whether or not I intended my orders with malice or simple indifference, I gave them all the same.

I understood too late in my life that I had become someone I did not recognize. I was someone whose wars no longer served the cause I claimed to serve and on whose hands there was too much blood to wash clean. That is to my everlasting regret. Since then I have disavowed violence and my only desire is to do what little I can to try and make the universe better while I have the chance.

Before arriving here I had been imprisoned by a galactic governing body, sentenced to spend the rest of my existence alone and in darkness until my spark gave out. This is a fate which I fully accepted as just.

If you have questions, I will answer them truthfully.

[ Another pause. ]

That being said, I am a trained medical professional and the only one currently available for myself and the other Cybertronian presently aboard this station. If possible, I would like to coordinate with your existing medical staff in order to do some... cross-training, shall we say? Please contact me here or via my communication device if you have an interest in learning about Cybertronian medicine.

groupiedrifter

[A man in a Godzilla onesie appears like a ghostly ghoul in your earpieces and says with sloppy excitement:]

HEY LADIES AND LOSERS, GUESS WHAT!?

I GOT A GUITAR!

[PROCEEDS TO WILDLY SOLO ON AN ELECTRIC GUITAR RIGHT INTO YOUR EARDRUMS]

[... he is considerably intoxicated

happy hallowEEN]

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 )

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groupiedrifter - Text. | UN: Newt
kovach - text; un: kovacs (the morning of the kidnapping)
groupiedrifter - Voice; un: newt | Would You Rather? (a few days post-mission, probs)
groupiedrifter - Video; un: newton
shadysided - Video; un: stardust
peasant - text ☀️ un: starkov ☀️ sedorum
aurable - text | un: goodvibes | SEDORUM
cheapbastard - ( text | un: butcher )
shadysided - Video; UN: Stardust | On Valentine's Day
bindsthedead - audio; un: Sabriel.Abhorsen
calmness - video; un: lanxichen | after everything crashes around them
laviny - Voice; un: belova
homeostatic - video | un: mccoy
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text; un: kovacs (the morning of the kidnapping)

Voice; un: newt | Would You Rather? (a few days post-mission, probs)

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text ☀️ un: starkov ☀️ sedorum

text | un: goodvibes | SEDORUM

( text | un: butcher )

Video; UN: Stardust | On Valentine's Day

audio; un: Sabriel.Abhorsen

video; un: lanxichen | after everything crashes around them

Voice; un: belova

video | un: mccoy

{ video } | Yule be Home for Christmas - w/ #TeamTARDIS

video | un: s.wilson

TEXT. @PARKOUR

audio: un: goodvibes

video; un: megatron

[video] ... DURING... HALLOWEEN PARTY... a spammy shitpost if you will

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

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