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〈 the video opens on tigra and faun—excuse, gwen and alina on what is a roof? somewhere? they may be living up their rogue class a little too much. 〉

Alina and I met Hillard Groves.

〈 and also broke in where they shouldn’t and made off with their share of the treasure—just a day in the life of brilliant rogues 😌 〉

Much of what we heard confirms what has been shared: the Songbird Brigade came closest to recovering the orb; Dweyre wanted to do the right thing, and the rest kept going in his memory; they tracked the orb down, but then Ellia apparently attacked Jun.

Our missing Songbird, Ellia Roundtree, joined the brigade for Dweyre. When he died, she stayed for Degar, wanting to look after Dweyre’s little brother, I guess. After he disappeared, she stuck around until the Incident. Hilly,〈 hillard at no point gave them permission to call her “hilly”— 〉 was just as surprised as Alena that Ellia stayed as long as she did. Said she wasn’t motivated by fame or fortune; her “problem” was caring too much.

〈 belatedly remembering something important: 〉 Oh, yeah, Hilly’s quiche? 〈 chef’s kiss. 〉 To die for.

singlelogbridge

[Around an hour into the blackout, Wei Wuxian pops up in a video on the network. Despite the lack of electricity, there's enough light to reveal his location as one of the hallways where he's leaning against a wall, arms crossed across his chest. There's a friendly smile on his face, and those who know him very well might notice that he appears a little drained even if he is trying valiantly to hide it.]

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Wei Wuxian. That's surname Wei, given name Wuxian. You can call me Wei Wuxian. [His friendly smile slips into a grin for a moment before fading into something a little more serious.]

We seem to have found ourselves annoyingly inconvenienced, hmm?

I don't know if this is going to last very long, but in the meantime I've got a temporary solution. I've been hanging light talismans along the halls and in some of the rooms to allow people to see by. It's not a lot of light, but it's enough to travel by. I've also got extra if anyone would like to come and grab some for their room. [As he speaks, a hovering ball of light lowers down from the ceiling and he holds out a hand for the light to rest in his palm to make sure people can see it.]

I've also stuck some cooling talismans to the freezers to keep their contents cool, and I've got warming talismans too if anyone is in need of those. I'll be sitting in the mess hall. Please come by or message me if you need some. [And with that he gives a short wave to the video before it cuts off.]

softshoes

Good ~~morning~~ ~~evening?~~ day to you all. It seems I'm one of several new residents upon this vessel. My name is Yujin Mikotoba. In my homeland, I was a professor of medicine, specifically forensic pathology. [Or should he say in his home...world? This is still so surreal; being polite right now is his way of trying not to think about how all of this works too hard.] Please do excuse my ignorance as I make up for what I am sure are great gaps in my knowledge; I do hope my experience will not prove entirely obsolete. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I truly look forward to working with you all.

[All right, now that the niceties are out of the way...]

I have a few questions for our more veteran members. I expect I'll have more as I continue to familiarize myself with the station and our goals here.

1. Are there notes, or better yet, full reports of our previous missions, as well as their results? I am aware that simulations are available, but [--he's already well beyond his limit with future technology. Someone please just give him a physical paper folder or something, he needs to take this A LOT slower.] I'm a bit old fashioned, I'm afraid, but still eager to get up to speed.

2. Is this sentence written in Japanese? [And, a moment of focused speech-to-texting outside of his native tongue:] Now, is this sentence written in English?

3. Is there a way to stop these messages, without physically removing our earpieces? That failing, is it possible to make the notifications... quieter? I can scarcely hear myself think.

Thank you for your time. If I may be of use in any way, please don't hesitate to let me know.

nodepth

Hello.

I am compiling information based on what has been previously provided on the nature of the multiverse and the anomalies related therein, but find some of the data is incomplete. One could expect this loss through the frequent and unexpected natures of arrivals and departures here.

If you have experience with time travel, alternate dimensions, divergent timelines, and the multiverse from your own universe--excluding experiences directly related to this station--I would appreciate collecting anecdotal records from you for cross-referencing and correlation analysis.

[There, he's asked.]

Thank you for your time.

morethan084

[The volcano has erupted and all hell has broken loose. Unsure of where everyone is, she speaks frantically to the network.]

I can get up there!

[She shouts, both in real life and into everyone’s earpieces. Hopefully they can hear her.]

One tiny little problem with that is I’d probably burn to death.

[OOC: Instead of just throwing the suggestion in the event log, I figured this might be a good way to ICly figure things out? This is the info I got from the mods in regards to Daisy’s powers when it comes to orb retrieval.]

singlelogbridge

[Without any introduction at all, a video suddenly pops up on the network with the view focused on what appears to be a VHS tape sitting on the ground. In the background, what can only be described as creepy flute noises can be heard. After several more seconds of the (familiar to some) flute, the song cuts off and Wei Wuxian comes into frame.

He is sitting cross legged several feet away from the VHS tape and he drops his flute to one side.]

This—[He points at the tape with his free hand—] is very angry.

What is it?

starer

[The message comes in the middle of the night, after his seventh- (Eighth?) -failed search of the town.

And yes, that's a note of panic in his voice. Why do you ask?]

Tell me Sam or Eleven are with one of you.

[Who cares about ghosts and monsters and whatever else is going on here. This is the important mystery to solve.]

Their comms aren't working. I can't get through to either of them. But Sam wouldn't head off without his shield.

[And he definitely wouldn't have gone off without giving him a heads up first.]

Something's happened.

construing

( the video opens to the interior of the a.v. club (during the day.) an old television with its vhs player sits on a wheeled cart. one steve harrington hits play. the movie, clearly one made by and starring kids, fills the screen. )

Obvious shoo-in for Best Picture aside, ( gwen’s voice begins a touch drily after the tape has ended, ) this comes to you, the general viewing audience, courtesy of Forsythe Elementary’s Mr. Harris, who co-starred with his friend, Sam Cooper.

( steve joins in once the tape has finished playing and he hits rewind. call it a habit from working at a video rental store. ) Mr. Harris mentioned something finding his friend. It’s not much, maybe it won’t lead to anything, but we thought it worth sharing. Maybe someone else will be able to find whatever missing puzzle piece we don’t have.

coordination

I happened to acquire this as a reward from Levi.

[ Attached to this post is an image of the item; a stone slab with the carving of an image, potentially familiar to other Orbers. ]

It's called Ycxter, an existence said to consume the essence of the dead and dying.

But I'm more familiar with it being called The Carqrals - or, Carl. On Badrock, this was the undertaker that carted off the bodies that remained in Scorpion's Bend after the bandit attack. Due to our circumstances there, I could only follow it so far before ending up back in town.

Having this on future missions may be useful if they show up in many of the same places that we do.

groupiedrifter

TEXT ONLY REPLIES PLS, THANK YOU

PLEASE FILL OUT, this will be important later:

(If you don't fill out some of it I will fill it out for you, and you don't want that, trust me.)

Name:
Birthday:
Favorite Food/Drinks:
Favorite Movies:
Favorite Music:
Favorite Dance Move:
Hobbies:
Biggest Dislikes:
What's your favorite emote:

BONUS OPTIONAL QUESTIONS:

How do you hang toilet paper: over or under?

Have you ever fallen asleep during class?

What would your stage name be if you are famous?

If you could remove one color in the whole world, what would it be and why?

Why is it that round pizzas come in square boxes?

Do you think the sea is salty because the shore never waves back at it?

(OOC: FEEL FREE TO THREADJACK, everyone can mingle and talk about their answers!)

singlelogbridge

[On Thursday August fourth, anyone who wanders into the mess hall will find a large platter filled with thin deep fried pastries on one of the tables. The pastries consist of oil, flour, sugar and honey, and have been carefully molded into very simplified flower shapes. There are several dozen stacked on the large platter and they’re accompanied by a handwritten note with the following:]

Once a very long time ago, there was a boy named Niulang, a simple mortal cowherd, and a weaver girl named Zhinhu who was the daughter of a powerful immortal goddess. Uncaring of their differences, Zhinhu and Niulang fell in love. Zhinhu and Niulang married and had children together, and they lived happily until Zhinhu’s goddess mother found out that her daughter had married a mere mortal.

When Zhinhu’s mother found out, she took Zhinhu back to the heavens with her and cast a river of stars into the sky to separate the heavens and earth to keep the lovers apart. Unknown to Zhinhu’s mother though, the magpies had seen the love between Zhinhu and Niulang and they took pity on the lovers, using their own bodies to form a bridge across the river to allow them to cross.

After seeing what the magpies had done for them, even Zhinhu’s mother was moved by their love, and so Zhinhu and Niulang were allowed to meet on that bridge. Since that day, the lovers have met on that magpie bridge once every year on this day.

It’s said that eating qiaoguo brings luck to the couple and helps them to reunite, so please enjoy these and think of Zhinhu and Niulang.

[The note is not signed, but the contents of the message can certainly only be from a handful of people. Anyone who had spent any amount of time in the kitchen the day before will have seen Wei Wuxian, Itachi, and Gwen in there for hours, mixing dough, carefully pushing it into various shapes, and pulling things in and out of the oven. A select few might even recognize the traditional Qixi pastry and know what it’s all about without being told. Anyone is welcome to help themselves!

Wei Wuxian will be coming and going from the mess hall all day, peeking in to see if people are enjoying the pastries, but also feel free to threadjack or mingle over pastries!]

shadysided

Back home, I was kind of a monster. It felt like everyone looked down on me or abandoned me, so I just didn't bother trying to be anything else. I didn't trust anyone, and I couldn't stand being in a group of more than one person — that one person being me, myself, and I... Working with others, it isn't really my thing.

So you can imagine how this whole experience has been.

[Freshly healed up and eating the remaining stolen donuts from town hall some days ago, Ziggy seems contemplative as she addresses the crew; she's got a familiar mask in her hands that she's studying, the one given to her by Emry of the Fables. It's not gonna be a long, chatty entry, nothing wordy. No grand speeches or winding conversations or anything; it's really not her style anyway.]

Since we're about to go on another mission, what's that one thing you'd like to work on, moving forward?

One thing about yourself that you can't stand.

Something you feel is a big flaw that holds you back, or some trait you hate having, or — whatever.

farr

[ some morning in the middle of the week, during their return to the station, an invitation will be taped on the door of every orber. though the calligraphy would suggest this must have been typed on a computer and printer, each invitation is actually very carefully hand-written and reads as follows: ]

( FULL TOWN HALL MEETING INTRODUCTION )

vivecai

Hi, everyone. [ it is evening as viveca's familiar voice filters through the station. ]

Sorry I wasn't there to welcome you back. I... needed some time. [ the team may think it's because she was angry with them — and, to a degree, she had been — only with some, though, and perhaps not entirely for the reasons they might think. but the revolution had been a success, the camps liberated, her mother free, her father imprisoned. all she'd fought so long for, finally reality. it had been a lot to take in. ]

I think I need to explain something to all of you. I didn't tell you about my home because it's not my job to influence your decisions. If I'd told you about all of it, given you all the information, it would have come with my opinions, my prejudices... not to mention outdated information. And you would have made decisions based on those, instead of your own observations. Some of you would have allied with the Fables instantly without knowing what it meant, some might have rushed the camps to help the people without knowing what they were getting into, some might have heard of what my father had done and decided to deal with him.

[ and they already know how badly that would have fucked everything up for the fables, and alexandra. ]

So I treated this mission as any other. I gave you exactly the same amount of information as any mission before this one. I let you find everything out on your own, and make your own decisions. Every decision you make is your responsibility. Would they have been different decisions if I'd told you about what I knew beforehand? Maybe. Would they have been better decisions? I can't say. No one can. That's the nature of a decision — once you make it, you can't know what the other options would have resulted in.

[ besides — they had all the information she could have given them before the coup. every decision from then on would not have been improved by what she could have told them.

she sighs. it sounds different from before; more real. ]

I did everything that's allowed for me to do to help you. Please believe that.

[ including not telling them the real place of the orb. had she been stronger, had she been able to distance herself from it all, she would have; but she'd remembered the faces of all the friends she'd lost to the camps over the years of fighting, the decade she'd spent worrying over her mother's life... and she couldn't. in the camps, more die than live, and she couldn't send the team there, couldn't watch them take more people she cared about. so she didn't. she trusted them to recover the orb regardless. ]

Just remember, the orbs are your priority, always. The repercussions of staying in a world for longer, or not recovering the orb... they are far, far worse than the demise of a city, or even a planet — even if that planet is mine. You may have saved my home, and I can't say I'm not grateful for that... but you may have doomed someone else's. I can only hope it's a decision you'll be able to live with.

[ her somber voice falls quiet for a moment as she takes a breath. ]

Anyway — if you want to talk, I'm here. And also in the sunlight room, if you want to talk in person.

[ because by now, she's got used to her new body, enough so to actually move around in it. a pause, and she adds, ] Oh, one more thing: from now on, you'll be able to talk to both of us whenever you're on the station, both me and Degar. We figured it'd be good for you to get to know both of us. We're part of this team, too.

[ that is it; the message ends there. but true to word, she will be in the sunlight room if someone would rather speak to her in person, her android body looking identical to that of a human... and true to word, from now on, both she and degar can be contacted. ]

singlelogbridge

Alright, I know I haven’t been here as long as a lot of you and there’s something I need to understand.

Unless I’m mistaken, this planet is dying. Nothing living grows and there's no sunlight. It sounds like the orb may have had a hand in some of that, but not all.

And when we touch the orb, we will leave with it and abandon everyone on this planet to their fate.

Unless I’ve misunderstood and retrieving the orb will make this place livable again.

Did I get that right?

[ooc: Threadjacking welcome! This exists as a post for people to discuss orb plans!]

groupiedrifter

[The little electronics shop has a small back room that is dangerously close to detection, when it comes to any government workers coming or going; just a door with a little private sign on the front — and behind that, there's a figure huddled over a desk, tie loosened and hair askew as he takes apart disarmed detonation collars and puts together prototypes to shut them down completely. His focus is impeccable, that's to be sure, but he's going on a second or maybe third night in a row without rest as he stares down the glassy front of a magnifying glass, fingers shock-still around a small welding gun that carefully patches pieces of refurbished technology together.

There is a hefty-sized box beside him, and he's placing his newly created disarming tools into it one at a time; it's gotten quite full. As he works... he starts... rambling into the feed. It does not stop. It almost seems like it never will.

Beside him on the desk, there are generic brand MEGA-CAFFEINE PATCHES.]

I can't just take it easy. Are you kidding? Taking it easy means there's less time to perfect the proper tools we need for this job; if I screw up and everyone's heads pop like grapes, what's that gonna say about me? That I'm a two-bit piece of shit engineer — and yeah, okay, so engineering isn't my primary skillset, but I helped build giant plasma canons, alright? I fortified armaments for 200 foot robots! I built a drifting PONS out of garbage! So, like, I can't just fail at this mission. Besides, this is Viv's home world, so if I fuck it up, I'll basically be letting her down; what would I even say? "Sorry I let people you probably care about go kablooey? At least I made you a dumpy robot body that isn't anywhere near as good as the ones you've got on your world?" Pfft, no, no way. So excuuuse me if I hit some caffeine patch vendors up for a little pick-me-up; what else was I gonna do, snort sci-fi cocaine? I'm not gonna snort sci-fi cocaine; let's leave that to the Scarface wannabes, yeah? I'm steady as shit right now, couldn't be more steady, like Doogie Howser up in this bi — shit! Electronic shock. Sorry. Don't worry, I'm not gonna blow myself up. C'mon, do I look like a guy who would blow himself up? Okay, maybe I look like a guy who'd blow himself up, but I've been alive 36 blissful years and I haven't turned myself into a reenactment of Jeff Goldblum at the end of The Fly yet. What a sick movie, totally worth it for the gross-out. A lesser man would have played it in its entirety at one of our movie nights, but I'm a kind and compassionate soul who would never do such a thing; Newton H. Geiszler is an angel. I don't know why I put an 'H' in there, I don't have a middle name. Does everyone have a middle name? Shit, did my dad skimp out on me? First he makes me a torrid love affair baby, then he curses me genetically with the gold trophy standard of ADHD and bad eyesight, and now he's not giving me my due right as a German-American by giving me some ugly middle name like Clarence or Wolfgang. Actually, Wolfgang sounds kind of lit. Newton Wolfgang Geiszler. Dude, I might just adopt that for myself. Shit! I don't know. What time is it? Someone'll come and let me know when we're doing the mission thing, right? 'Cus I'll be fine to do it, I'll rest in a little bit; I've been taking catnaps in-between finishing disarming tools. Trust me, I'm the king of taking power naps while sitting upright. I've even done it on a stool before, easy peasy pumpkin peasy pumpkin pie. Oh! Actually, I need to think of names for these ones, right? Like how I named the Newtrilizer. I loved that fucking thing; I'm actually using a few notes from that to help make these, too. But I'm seriously blanking on a name... Hermann would probably think it's stupid to name it, but what does he know, anyway? Only a complete loser would name something after a bunch of dead scientists or boring numbers. He's not here to stop me, so whatever! I'll do what I want! And what I want is to name this one The Geiszler Extemporizer. The Geiszler Depolarizer? Or is that too long? It's kind of a mouthful... I guess naming it something that ends in E-R is pretty boring, though. Maybe I'm boring, too. Damn, I don't wanna be boring... Ooooh, I think I'm having heart palpations. Or hot flashes? I really need to get some air conditioning installed in this place. How am I so poor and underequipped in every job after MIT? You'd think saving the world would get me a hell of a lot more money; mo' money, less problems, ha! Ha.... Mmmrrr.

[He quiets for a moment, then another moment, and then his head slouches forward to rest on his chest. There's a quiet buzzing of dead noise and a soft snore before he he startles back awake, gripping the soldering tool more firmly in his hand.]

Whoa!

[He sniffs, rubbing his eye.

Looks left. Looks right.

Squints at the equivalent of a flashing red video light in his vision.]

... Was I recording?

whitestonelives

We’re rather later than we meant to be, it seems. [Percy tugs somewhat self-consciously at the collar around his neck, not entirely comfortable with not being at his best for this video, but needs must.] So, we have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is, Viveca made a mistake. The good news is, we have a good idea where the orb is.

Viveca dropped us off directly in the water purification camp, and it is massive, [ Gwen chimes in beside him, looking considerably more at ease with their current appearance–at least the collar this go-around is fake. ] Most of the land is either dead or taken up by tanks containing the only remaining freshwater.

[ attached: photos of the tanks (each one a beast), the wasteland surrounding the earthquake site, and the site itself: now a deep, infected reservoir. ]

That last photo was the site of the earthquake. The “volunteers” here, [ the tone with which she pronounces volunteers makes clear they are anything but, ] are put to work digging for new aquifers or trying to neutralize whatever’s in the water when they’re not being used for lab mice. Consuming the water leads to deposits of something that, over time, results in organ failure.

[ her mouth twists. ] The infection is not natural. No, we will not be going into details regarding how we know. But trust, it’s not.

They haven’t tampered with the water themselves, that much I’ll give them. [Percy’s voice is dripping with disdain, and he crosses his arms, taps a finger on his elbow.] But I would like to have some words with Bahiti Fouad. As I’m currently, hm, indisposed, I’ll leave it up to the rest of you to find a way to get information out of her. She’s the lead scientist here, she may have something of use.

But I digress. The orb is in one of the camps. Which one, we’re not sure yet. Movement between the camps is difficult, and while Gwen and I came here with duds already attached, [and he tugs at the collar again,] the exploding collars around the other prisoners’ necks are very, very real. I advise caution in breaking in. [Said with the voice of someone who is judging just a little bit.]

[ Gwen continues the thread, ] Doubtful it’s a coincidence that this is the site where this entire mess started. We’re monitoring the movement of the guards and the presence of military officers here, and we have reason to believe one of the prisoners is part of the Fables and may be in contact with them. Orbers in the other camps, see what you can dig up.

[ooc: blue is Percy, purple is Gwen.]

firstroar

I need assistance from anyone near the infirmary with the strength to move a person without much struggle.
Doctor McCoy is asleep hunched over at his desk and will not respond to my calls both external and psionic; he feels very much the same as those who succumbed to long sleep.
If that's so...he'll need a better place than this, or he'll wake very uncomfortably.

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.

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.

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