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My personal goal is to not tell lies for 24 hours so in the spirit of inclusivity and transparency

AMA


[ he is so young and hip, y'all. he is In The Know. ]
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[ if someone told clarice she'd be reaching out to the rest of her cohort almost the instant she finds her footing on the station, she'd have laughed in their face. frankly, she would have preferred to keep her head down, stay out of the way until she was needed.

but some things were necessary, and dealing with a whole set of people whose backgrounds and experiences she had no clue about necessitated some information-gathering.

reaching out anonymously seemed like a good compromise. ]


mutant

[ she's here for one reason, and one reason only. making a list of those she had to steer clear from is only going to help her achieve her goal in the long run. ]

what does that word mean to you?
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[ An audio post pings the network just shy of two days after their return. ]

That...that could have gone exponentially worse for a proxy war designed with suffering in mind. Bittersweet as it was, I hope everyone is well. I'm sorry our little jailbreak went to pot, but I figured I was most helpful in ferrying the ones caught in the crossfire as fast as possible.

This brings me to why I'm bothering you all in this period of convalescence.

Would anyone unfamiliar with cars or have never had the opportunity be interested in learning how to drive? The simulation room has limited space, but it should be adequate to go over the basics and give anyone willing something to keep their mind off things. I know it sounds trivial but if I'm, god forbid, incapacitated on a mission, I'd like there to be an easy escape or — and please don't unless you're pulling a hail mary — a battering ram out of a dangerous situation. Knowing the bare minimum is infinitely better than nothing.

Not everyone's introduction to vehicles here has been overall pleasant, and I'd like to correct that.
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[At first, there's no commentary- just a video feed from the throne room. Sabriel's voice can be heard- both aloud, speaking to the Highest One, and a mental voice, which is considerably more emotional- controlled yes, but clearly furious.]

This whole war was a set up. 'He' and the Highest one- They were the same person all along. And V'rizz was in on it. Someone needs to tell Entr'i and Angrial.

[Comments from Sabriel will be sparse- feel free to use this to react/comment among yourselves.]
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Majima here, long time no see— [ Or hear, or text ] Turns out our connection doesn't work over different worlds, eh? Pretty sure I've been the only one to land in the land of livin', at least until now.

[ There's a big end of the world battle going on, just outside the city, and it's quite a sight, but he can't help but feel relieved, even if their work hasn't ended yet. ]

If any of ya flyin' up there and battlin' need a breather, or medical attention feel free to land there— [ insert coordinates for a roof close to the wall ] It's marked with colorful flags, hard to mistake for anyone else. If ya get to meet one of the locals there, they'll be as helpful as they can just be nice to them, alright

[ He sighs and for a moment looks very, very tired— but the business expression is right back a second later. ]

I'm just gonna quickly run down what I had learned, in case it might be useful. The afterlife ya got sent to, Taeum and Sedorum— apparently it's been talked about only for around one hundred years. The religion itself, is a lot older than that, and plenty of the customs, like monetary compensation to make yer soul shine brighter, that's been around for ages. But the exact specifics of what happens after ya kick the bucket? Only a century since the three-eyed priest spilled that info to everyone. He went at it for around 5 years then boom, disappeared right after the sermon at High Temple

Can't say whether it means the whole afterlife exists in this form only for one hundred years or was it kept a secret for a reason— if that's the latter, it would make the priest significant
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[At first, all that can be seen is an up-close view of a bowtie. It’s being adjusted by slender little fingers, and there’s a mischievous laugh, followed quickly by the Doctor distinctly admonishing, Not in front of company!]

What company? It’s just Alina.

[But she clearly knows exactly what company he’s talking about, and smirks as she pulls back and away. They have important things to discuss, after all.]

Right. So the Doctor and I, we recently met with Entr’i. And we know there’s been plenty of discussion on the upcoming war, but there’s more we felt needed to be addressed. Starting with that amulet.

[ There’s a pause and the video feed seems to shift, though the general colour of the imagery remains a sort of reddish hue reflecting Sedorum’s ever-crimson sky. ]

Hello! Yes! The amulet. [ Bowtie now in perfect order, the Doctor clears his throat and properly flaps Clara away. ] Now there’s cause to believe this amulet is a whole other sort of thing and not the thing we want, but the power Entr’i believes it has … well, it all fits together perfectly.

[ He means, of course, the reason they’re here in the first place: the orbs, the mission. ]

Of course Entr’i herself — she’s rather the determined type. Very much ‘get-things-done’ and never-you-mind all the obstacles that might stand in her way. She really believes she can use the power of this counterpart amulet to — ah, what did she say? ‘Bring the two realms together.’ Yes, I think she means to quite physically bring down the barriers that divide the realms and create a whole new sort of city for all souls, bringing them together.

Quite the ambition, eh?
[ He looks thoughtful. ] Now! Now — what does this mean for the upcoming war bit? Right — well, I don’t plan on doing any warring, not me, not my area of expertise, but. We’ll need to — Clara? Clara, tell everyone what we’ll need to do.


[There’s a moment’s pause, just long enough for Clara to appreciate the fact he’s deferring to her for the important part.]

What we’ll need -

[Another pause, as her mind works quickly to not only remember the conversation they’re referencing, but to create something resembling a plan.]

What we’ll need is people who are able to stay behind with us. In a few days, we’re gonna be the only hope the people here have. It’s up to us to band together to help guide them to safety. And to keep them as secure as possible. Anyone in Taeum or Sedorum that’s able and willing to help, your orders come from -


Oh! [ The Doctor suddenly exclaims, recalling something else in between listening and thinking, and remembering very important conversations. ] Yes, Clara’s right of course. We’ll need to make sure that anyone in Taeum and Sedorum has means of protection in case things go sour, whether that’s a safe place to hide or someone to protect them. I’ll admit there really is only so much one can do with a sonic screwdriver when it comes to souls, but — ah, never mind that.

There was one other thing. Something about notes. What did Entr’i call them? Magic notes?


[ Alina, perched on the edge of the camera's view, snapping back to sudden attention. Her eyes jump from where they've centered onto the wall, looking indignant at Clara's elbow jabbing her in the ribs, before she seems to remember herself.

Right. Sheepishly, she clears her throat. ]


Sorry. Anyway, Entr'i thought she would have to use the amulet to bring Sedorum's army to Giva, but the magic notes the Doctor mentioned will help her transport them. Which means the amulet is free to merge Sedorum and Taeum together.

[ For a moment, she trails off, mouth opening and closing before she finds the words. ]

We can’t stop the war from breaking out in Giva, but Entr’i thinks we can use it to distract and trick Him and the Highest One. She wants to stall long enough for a chosen group of us to go in, get the other amulet from the Highest One, and get out. With all of our limbs intact, hopefully. Another group will need to go in and free the prisoners Taeum has locked up while we have the chance.

If you can fight, you should volunteer for one of the infiltration groups or head to Giva as soon as you can before things can get worse. Remember we’re fighting to stall them. If you’re just looking to destroy something, go beat up a straw puppet.

Entr’i and the rest of us — we’re not looking for more bloodshed. If you can’t trust her on that, I hope you can at least trust me.

That goes for Clara and the Doctor’s group, too. We just want everyone to be kept as safe as they can be.
[ A beat ticks by as she glances at Clara. ] If she starts bossing you around, you should listen to her. Clara knows best. There’s no one I would trust more to protect these people with everything they have than her and the Doctor.

[ At this, the Doctor nods. Far be it from him to argue about that last bit, besides which, Alina is perfectly right.

He claps his hands together. ]


Right. That should do it, then —

[Clara holds up a hand, stopping both the Doctor and Alina from adding on anything more.]

You’re right. I do know best. And since I know best, let me remind all of you that war is coming. Whether we want it to or not. All we can do now is try to prepare and make the best out of the situation. Arguing isn’t gonna change that. So please, do whatever you can now to make yourself ready. We’ll be waiting till we’re called for action. I advise you to do the same.

[There’s a moment where she gives her best stern teacher look, followed by a curt nod of her head. The Doctor looks in her direction and then meets Alina’s glance, proud and absolutely not about to argue with what Clara’s said, before his expression changes and he opens his mouth to start a new story. You see, there was this noodle-vendor in the shopping district, and —

And then the video feed cuts off without anything further to be added.]


[ooc: Red is Clara, Blue is the 11th Doctor, Purple is Alina. These three are coming together to lead the charge for part 2!]
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[ 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. ]
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[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…
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[It's the 13th, the last of Newton's obligatory days under observation in the medbay infirmary. And god, he's feeling physically well enough to be bored out of his mind. He's sick of the little hospital beeping, and his dumb privacy curtain, and the super bland ceiling. And as emotionally drained and mentally battering-rammed that he is... he's gotta do something with himself. Talk before he explodes in his own thoughts. Find a way to pretend he's not a total mess on the inside. All that healthy jazz. He stares up at that ceiling in contemplation, almost like a patient lying on a therapist's long armchair, and begins:]

When I was a kid — uuhh, six or seven, I caught this newt at the river by my uncle's vacation cabin. And out of fairness to the newt, I also named it Newt. It just seemed like the right choice to me at the time, y'know? No 'Junior', no '2.0', no 'the second'. Just Newt.

Well, Newt the newt, he was my pride and joy until his unfortunate death some three or four years later; he wasn't exactly a very healthy newt to begin with, so it was kind of expected. But in order to properly give my respects to him, I buried him in our backyard and gave him one of those foam tombstones from the prop store? And I wrote 'RIP NEWT' on it. My dad was so not loving that, but I refused to let him remove that tombstone. So whenever his friends came over, he'd have to explain that I was definitely not dead and that definitely wasn't his son's grave.

Pretty sure that tombstone is still erected back in Germany. But, uh. Looking back, I feel bad about doing that to my old man. It was kind of a grim thing to have your dad see when he looks out the window making his morning coffee.

Anyway. I need to be more, um. Thoughtful. About how I effect others. Yeah, that's what that story's about.

... Also maybe it's just a cautionary tale not to name your pets your exact name.

Now that my shower thoughts are out of the way, another thing: I'm bored as hell, and I've still got another half a day stuck in this bed, so let's do something way more fun: the game Never Have I Ever. You all know how it works: say something you've never done, and someone else drinks a shot in reply if they've actually done that thing. Usually you're drinking liquor, but, well. I'm not allowed to drink while I'm a patient, and I'm pretty sure my seizure meds only let me drink in limited amounts anyway, so.

[With a big THUD, he lifts a jug of water onto the small attached tray on his bed.]

Let's do this. I wanna drink so much, I can write the entire speech from Independence Day in the snow.

I know you all have Holiday booze now, so don't lie to me and God and Viveca Almighty and pretend you don't have the means.

... If you need a starting point, I gotcha covered:

Never have I ever... not cried watching the movie Titanic.

(OOC: Please feel free to tag around and make this an IC/ingame meme of sorts! Good fun for the whole family!)
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Greetings.

I know many of us searching for information that would help us succeed in this mission and some have already uncovered details and items that could be of use.

In an effort to consolidate and keep all the information gathered in one place, would others be amenable to share what you've already uncovered here? This way, more of us are able to be intentional in our hunt for more information about the Orb and situation here. Additionally, further discussions can be facilitated during the course of the Gala this evening.

I have information to share that I will add in as a follow up to my own message, for clearer organization. But first, I would also like to share that both my brother, Wangji, and I are able to create silencing paper talismans for those who may need them. These can be used to block all sound within a space from getting out or silencing an individual. It will be easier for one of us to share with other members of the Featherstone, but exchanges with members of other Families can be arranged at the Gala tonight or worked out afterwards for those interested.


[ooc note: please threadjack away, respond around to info that seems useful and share info all around!]
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[There sure have been a lot of informational hits to the earpieces lately. And she's really sorry to add another one to the mix. But this is something she feels the need to get the deets out to everyone quickly. You never know when the next mission will be announced, after all.]

Right so, my name's Clara Oswald. Think I've met most of you by now, though there seems to be some of us that are new wandering about.

[And just so everyone is aware, she's smiling and waving like you all can see her but this is audio so you can't. Anyone that's near her in the sunlight room is free to see this happening in real time.]

I've been here long enough to agree with the assertion we need a sense of organization moving forward. So Rosinante and I have come together to start working on gathering a list of our current inventory. The plan is to make checklists and supply kits to take with us on our missions. We'll have to use whatever we currently have on the station, obviously, but thought that maybe we could come up with an organized list of requests for Viveca.

[She's a teacher back home. Checklists are her life. Being organized is also a+, so she sounds incredibly excited by the prospect of being the one to actually get to do some organization.]

Soooo, [Yeah, that's stretched out and almost comes out in a whimsical, playful lilt.]

If anyone has any supplies they'd like to list off, request suggestions, or would like to be one of the first to take a supply kit whenever our next mission pops up...

[She trails off there. She figures everyone here will know what to do if they're interested. If you're watching in the sunlight room, she fingerguns at thin air. It's hard being an expressive person that uses their hands to talk in wild gestures when attempting to deliver a simple audio message.]
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'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.
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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!'.]

ExpandMEET 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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Hello! [ The voice that all but springs into your ear, should you tune into this particular network post, is bright and cheerful and nearly bursting with an attempt at curbing his excitement. ] Hello, I'm the Doctor — just one of us staying on this station for one reason or another, hey?

I have some good news! Well, good news if you like waffles and popcorn, sometimes at the same time. No, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. [ He will not be taking questions about this at this time.

He's a man of impeccable taste, after all. If you haven't tried fish fingers and custard yet, you are missing out. ]
All thanks to the bits I've found in the lab, and perhaps a fair amount of boredom — time really does move slowly, doesn't it? — I've made a waffle maker! And a popcorn machine!

[ He pauses deliberately to leave room for cheers and applause. Or disbelief, there's always some of that too, he supposes. A video will flicker to life, showing the kitchen and a tall, chinny man in a bowtie and a fez staring back. He waves, then pans over to the appliances in question. ]

I've placed them in the kitchen; did a little reorganizing, you see. Feel free to use them, they're meant to be used. Ah — and don't worry, the waffles are supposed to look like ... little clouds. [ There's a beat. ] Sort of. They've still got the waffle-y bits though, that was important.

[ Yes! If anyone were to venture into the kitchen, they'll find said waffle maker and popcorn machine proudly placed on one of the countertops. They're both a little funny looking, not your sleek Kitchen-Aid/Cuisinart models from Earth, but a suspicious mish-mash of metallic bits and bobs. Aesthetics may have been low-priority but both machines will work! ]

Has anyone tried to put custard over popcorn before? Think I ought to try that.

[ Perhaps for everyone's sake, the video feed cuts off. And there you have it. ]
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Good afternoon to everyone. I recently went through the clothing supply in the recent supply drop and took more than what I needed or could wear. Most pieces are non-specific, but I thought this would be easier to give to someone based on advertisement.

you shall now receive the following visual of a shirt, imprinted into your brain:

ExpandRead more... )

If there are any fathers aboard who would like this article of clothing, I would be happy to drop this off to you. Thank you.
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[ignore the long pause before this one realizes that he needs to talk to the device! there's a learning curve here.

when he speaks, xichen's voice is steady and soft but tinged with sadness he cannot hide.]


Greetings.

I have spent time with Lord Suk-Ju and have information that may be of use for our purposes. If it has already been shared, I apologize for the repetition.

During our discussion, he has shared his agitation that others around him, including Lady Jeung-Sun, -- were in his words -- too weak to do what it takes to ensure prosperity of Gyeongje and keep its reputation from tarnish. While I had not expected it, he is willing to do whatever is necessary to restore what has been lost. This includes the demolition of the outer district. It is clear there is already blood on his hands.

[a pause, the sound of a deep breath to reel in anger. toeing the lines here and spywork are not easy, especially for a man who leads a clan who forbid lying but there are lives at stake here.]

Additionally, I was able to communicate some of the spirits on the palace grounds. Only the guards responded to my inquiry. Some died in the attacks on the palace, others shortly following. Those that died in the attacks wished to assure me that their deaths were mistakes and those who died after affirm that their deaths served a purpose. That it had to be done.

I am unclear to what this means, unfortunately.

I do, however, have a request. Is anyone available to assist in helping settle the lingering spirits? A few have laid out requests that would help them pass to the other side but there are too many to handle alone.
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Its been about four weeks. Though I guess I should say Earth weeks. Twenty-seven days since we started turning up. Two since it started happening again.

[Which begs the question, when does it stop? Seventy-two beds on this area of the station. Are they planning to keep going after that?]

Viveca is the name of the AI that spoke to us all then. Some of you may have spoken to her already. She went missing though, a couple of days after we arrived. There was a power cut, she said something about an emergency mode, and then she was gone.

We got a delivery right before that though. Clothes, toiletries, books, food. A bunch of stuff showed up and got split out.

That was when there were twenty-seven of us. Looks like we've about doubled since then. So if you new folks needs something, ask. There's probably someone here who can help.

Speaking of, we're stuck relying on those drops to get fresh food. So don't hog it. There's kids here who need it too.


[Edward]

A guy I know. He cooks up huge batches of food at a time. If you're hungry, check the fridge. Nine times out of ten, he's left something in there you can have.

[And if not, giving Sam a look will probably be more than enough to get him to make something new.]

You've also all probably noticed that you can't get in to the Northern Wing. Its been like that since we first got here, and we've got no idea what's on the other side. It's classified, apparently. Messing with whatever's on the other side would affect us all, so I wouldn't suggest trying to break through.

Don't know about you guys, but I don't plan on getting tossed out an airlock if I can help it.


[And that's it. No sign off. No goodbye. No anything. Sorry?]


[ooc: Feel free to threadjack as much as you like! Bucky's using this post as an information exchange.]

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