[ѧׄѵٜҒեҡٜהػһ] - WEEҎЯҝLY BUЀLωؗҹTIN - OPױҊ

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WEEKLY BULLETIN

[This week, the bulletin opens with a video. It's been shot from a webcam that seems to be perched atop a computer screen, and in front of the screen is Robin, biting her lip as she types frantically. If she meant to start recording herself, she doesn't show it. A timestamp in the corner reads 17 NOV 03:02.

The room behind her is cozy, resembling the control deck of a battleship as redecorated by a teenage girl. That's essentially what it is, after all. The red beam of the lighthouse flares occasionally at the top of the screen.

Robin's harried typing continues for a few moments, uninterrupted, until a shadow slinks up from the staircase behind her. One by one, strings of fairy lights flicker out, the room going dark save for the glow of the screen. Robin finally notices just before the last of the lights die, her hands freezing on the keyboard, but she doesn't dare turn around, not yet.

This video comes with sound, and everyone's device's volume will crank to max volume to really emphasize Robin's shaky breaths as she listens, head tilting to glance over her shoulder at the darkness. The image flickers, crackling with static and distortion, until—]

Kë̥̟̝͇ͦ̈́̋— ee͍͔̺͔̖̕p— er͖̥͓͔̼̤͍—

[Robin whips around, her chair toppling over as she stands, but the video crackles again, and she's flung back against the desk. The computer screen crashes to the floor, taking the camera with it, and the feed stays focused on the floor for a long, long time. Eventually, it fades into static.

When it clicks back on again, the camera has been cocked up just enough to pull the room into view again. The timestamp in the corner reads 28 NOV 14:26.

Robin is slumped against the wall, filthy with blood and sweat, eyes glassy as she stares up at the forest spirit looming over her. The spirit cranes their head toward the camera, their eyes flashing green, and they wave to the viewers in a clumsy, jerking motion. Then, they drop something heavy and metallic in front of Robin, and she jumps at the sudden noise. It's a lantern, long broken and in pieces.

The forest spirit tips forward at the waist, bending down to press their face against Robin's as she whimpers and tries to keep still. They negotiate their forehead against hers, their green eyes flashing until she musters the courage to look up, and then they trill.

There's a scream, and the feed again cuts to static.]

anno҂ؼҘϷments

• I don't kԻӟϔυ׹ what happen؇d. I'ӻԛ sorry. I think tϒйԷy're gone nэӽّw.


• I can't delete thώӾҊ video. I've tried, but they fucked up my computer aՓ׳սϗׅаҚ؞םӆѺs forcing me to post the video file with פӡӆe bulleֺЛԬn. A lot of stuкϗϊԥןټ֫ԓՙֳ٤Ёs broken. I'll nԬгd to fix it.


• ThԨЌґ ЬՉave me a lanшбҿٻӇٷա. I don't know whose מ֙طАϫ is. I need time to fiףУӊחѶЇϑӐٰЉՁׁٓӪ out.


• Use this bҪӸϲetin to regroup and share informatЫׇղԭ with each Ծ֔ther. ҬѮere's no point in keԖ֞я֐ secrets.


• I'֑ҩё OK. Thөy ҁ֥Ϙٶ؜ЭגӿӧױϐѲӢϥ.

Ԇ٣؏،ӂssifieds

• ѤךٓвҚխԴ؃־Ӕщ׺ЅաҺѐϺӴϣҗԲՃԴѡ؀׋ҜӚԎ؋ӫӿоВ׵Ϝ؎ՇӂىҺЄЪؽՁԫԵӏ٢ӼϘլ֏ҟӼЁׇٰ֫ՄτӅ֪ؑФҭҶؚزӹ؝Сֳ֜ԦؐӫգٶϚѾбϏצغْװ֩ئіϬ؇ϽϚυկؤӥіؓГՁؿأأԽԼ؀ҡٷաϤֽӋԟԂїӦѰבӬѦӰիҷϑ֟ӗכֽС֐нѻّׄҳخرՓԨ؄ٖҤϚϰн֙؃Щҍ՝Ծ֔ٶԫױձҭкؓљӟώӍҭ׻صװٳزؙӱٮՎҊҬջйѫ֊ײؒυظԦְէٯ׾Ӫմ؝ҬѮ٤֔նѫټՆρ֮كס٧ςГӷֆҪץԁԊպՉϑϣז؁ѻӭ֎БӒٰт؏Ԋ٩ҪӸϲֈҾԁӂѤЂԳך֧ϮէӵءЫׇղԭљֶбҏ٬Ұ֝ՍשזԒӈبد؂Ѝ׃Ϩ׸ІҖЄשѺϺϭы҆ҠԇϘӢѱхԶϻԳضҩДֹԳէ֝ђҮӱӬќѬϿқғ׽ϱХϟѥԍظмӕֿӃѥչټփֹҎЯҝץѭѢ׈ϤϩԖ֞я֐خ׳Іيӆ֞ԀՁֿόӚ٦ԎӔ׭үՒ֕ӭل҈ёت֩қҒׯձмӉϘцӕϓ؃׋׸،ٶϯם֠Ϟϡў׋ϡѺժϽ׬сϢӡսѶ֪њҺӝٰԃϨ׫ٗإϢ֥ҍ؟ԲҧϜٲҎЖ؟ӒҗԹЊӫԗӰֹكϾ֎յِרϦϞׂԢЁ؟ӴРיسմһϡϺӘӃҎЀҎӑЪϲϨը֞צЊ՝խՅ՗҅тغќԆתςءҶّֈ׍ϣԃ֑ٗВҗԺٯ״ؤԭюҧؗـׇ٘ռ؁րתսؿҌӜ֋נՌӟӔز֬Ը٠ЍИ֑Ѡ١ІآԒتҪ԰٫ҩمѾѳ؇ٖ׳ӑϴҾرҭА֪ӗ՘ү֩ԮЍҁҎыҁԛٶдԁѥՎмҷ؆ӖٸҲϦԣَϗԯѤآԤϕ׮֊ؿг؆ϬҢڀ׊ԽϬў׮ύϭӣч؈ՒԖצԨבЂ٦՘׺הԿҊтջϥחїپԪֱѱ׋յҽҮٞӀяЮёֳ֒٧ӴҵύԗԯϴԮ٧Հϴբր٥؋ӧ՛קש؋


• ؋ԟϮԌض٤Ҿ֡֟ԦՊיԕИҴрٮֺՄϳ׃סՅа׏֤ԝװٽعєҠфպيӒ֞ԵՋُ֩ҧԵِѿףԸУҿ׿הӾӈӑגؕٙӫնП՚ٛ٤ة׫гһ׬ѳҌСϦ֍شԱԅѲح؎ѷԨٲدֶؕдЅ֞ٞҠزыјԔҠوԜѺ֛ՄҸתиЪϧӉյгѲԧ֒ڀՂҸ׫ЍӳДظѢϬҶԖԞԨҠٗوضՐЂЯҲϷԵҴҖԻ׀ԑҬФ؝҅ҏ؋ґԔصфѬծշ֪֪҅ؔپњҼЙփҩױҊѺρωؗҹ،ٝ׷сКӧؖբϙֲٖٞҁϋؓҧёׅԏ֙ػԂԩԳϣِؤӫ֬тϚ׻Єׁؼ׉ӉҹׁսٜѲاԕӱ֮ҘֽҸѠҦѫפӡիمГמՐٱЃ҃եӵыгԘӽ׬ҶϹЎֈׯչϑـּ؄٫մՆ֌ӷؕ׭а԰єثزӬҜϽٺؒϗТѳѤРы֖ؽӶϞѦϻӺոאӕҡٜהػһӹפԷЊӼԯչժӌԋЉٜϷҬپضһלЁӂѮѿѲҲؾѽԤИԠЎеַٛҹشҲ֬ӱ؊ҒծҪцְՅײӰوҕ؝؛ӍدԎԵج֙ԯҀ׹Ըحгҳ׆


• Н؉ؙЀٴճֹ׃Ϝتѫيָ׃ֲَѕ֖رպҀԳՖϜϷ՞ؔ֎֞յЈًӟҪيמԃѿ֡Ս٘׋ϕў؈֬ѧׄѵٜҒեЀЊϓπюֈպմӴքدѧֺϹӠՊՔٔҫ׶Ўبؓбئ׮؂ן


• Ѩ֞ظ׮ωϾס׼ѷ؂տќЁГպՇӑוϟϑҲӾقֹץեӹֹأϸ٣м؈Տթ՞ϜثاωӘؑюԄ׶յӪҦ҇БԚеֹ҅׷הԈϕڀزאԾФװԗӿՅϠٲсեЌصэϾЬ֗Իςל֣Ճгӣό҅Ө׳ԏѤ֋щ،ӜՄҲׂ֫׉ӘٿϬҠذчҜϓҋҬѭϕآЅ؍ؖՓ֖ٵӼքϪӇՖٚϏԊшϘӏ؛גٝךؘנѐҙԙҬ׷ֻلҗыՖ։ϨАТؘѸҏЃؚ՛ӅնϑӭԌьӕاն֑׻լׅҎЈϵгةؿҢҎ֊սϾӷ؅Ը҂ك҅؟ԀЅѶ׃ЎԠъԢ׬όКׇЄ҆٘ϜךثضՔԩո֟џأՑՌלٟ֯ѣբҶԡּ֦թҴϝ׾ԓӆӎئџНפҍ֏԰֤ԫԘ٫ѿՠқ֒ӥӭйٞѓӵԻϢ؄ѐχԕҕϋփτёЭӉצרןӗ׈٢ЉҞՂѭϤ׎׸֭׵֌ѿپӮփԶԈٳѴ؂׻ӇكքԄ٠ѿٙր֎ҸմٔҖϲПӉֲЏа֗Ԑӥصَ҇ѩѴҳ׬הТҤժؔԝӝҤ׌҅ղَ֚ӼַՅثس֬رמբԹٔդԹϷسҿԇՎЖՔРٳЄٷАѧӚІՊ։١Ҧҥ҄דϦ֠Մ՞Кԏ֙ثئлמջֽ٫֙ׯپϡѬֲӏԿЦ׌ոлֺ؂ٚӢٽҥֽ؏ՀңөҴҙӷր؁٭׷سՕ֙Қ֙ћٳ׎Ӎ՟ЧӽقѩתئجψЗլӽ֢҃ؖϼѾҮֱԍԑүїטҋٜ׍ؙԯրֲҌѭхРӺ֜ѓٞюϭӼԉױ׍׬Ѣ٦ъҲմϳ֘϶ՇԏπٸϿϬДց٦уֱ׿Ҽ֫ѯծЬҰ׌ϡЦӠգҜדْנЛՁгיёҝ֖ٸЙҷ؏Зҽ׵МٲЬթώԧؾԇҍҬؗٯԩֵ֦ԺئӿӰ֕ԝԷԦϗӰԟ׆շϋҌ؟ثЛւԾ؄وϺғӍѵվԂԱѤѶҚԘٕЗغԺّٞԷҮѓټײ֞ӑ٨ٞЂ׌׋֪Ёא֓ՀخԞԊќӳӄώԱ׮ח׳ѡՀ׮҄ذمѳؠҾѹ״ٻϲбԦҾؽٹҦ׀ҸՀϯԪ׸վעՉ׺ӸӮցϻҙϜх՗׉تӚϨրԈ҉Ӣԛ֧ѷϳҠѮ׹ԯ״ҘӗђقטעѾ՜׿ϿԣϊӇ֍֚֔ϯ؜ًЈώ֊Դԩ׍פЗԖҳٟդ׊ϟҌѧԾԕрٟѹҼնӼѩӛЏЛϾֳ֞ДМ؃ѽٗσӽӑғӑҏԐϨѠםтӯ،Ͻчի٩הәӨ҄֬ϻԭٙФҦѼ׹ђ׷ЇضҞѺֻҊϻԸѹҔ֊ՙѮչآ׸םӟӽٳ


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oٌՎطد҆ёװғԟ٢Ӷֶَճؑաӏries

• Jչآ׸ם Gordon


• Hermione Gӟӽٳnger


• GriҊϻz Visser


• VaniҔ֊ՙas


• Bucky BѺֻԸѹs


• DaҰ׌ϡina Clairӭ


• Nyx UlrФ؝҅


• XayЁh


• There miѧӚt be more. WІՊ։١Ҧe still ԇՎЖՔРٳЄٷАѧӚІՊ։١ bodies.

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Comments

[necromantiae]

I will, I will. But, you can tell him too. Double the Ambrose.

( and everyone loved that, right? )

I'm fine. I'm always fine.

private

[webshoots]

Hey, I've never once shown a movie in my entire teaching career. [ let us not mention that said teaching career was pretty short, his absence level was embarrassingly high and then he had to quit because of the incredibly ill-advised decision to announce that he, peter benjamin parker, was spider-man.

and was then re-hired with a disguise and a fake name as flash thompson's assistant.

yeah.

yeah. let's skip over that. ] —Okay, maybe once. In place of gym.

Sounds great. I'll pencil it into my diary after 're-read Hansel and Gretel for tips on how to survive poor food choices.'

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Oh, I don't think that's-- one of you is enough.

[Still teasing and maybe Ambrose can pick up the teasing tone of his voice, if not when he says it, then the change when he starts talking again.]

Uh okay. It's okay not to be? Just-- so you know.

[paraskeptic]

[ she sighs with a tone that very much reads 'sir, please don't condescend to someone who's trying to help you'. ]

No, I'm close enough. Are you inside?

[necromantiae]

I know and I'll let you know if I'm not. But, it takes a little more than a supernatural invasion to get me down.

( also, he had great coping mechanisms that allowed him to repress a lot of things. )

But, I'm good. Ninety plus years on this planet and I'm pretty good at dealing with weird stuff.

[mysophobic]

Well the more hands we have at the ready the better! If you ever want me to help or teach you, I'd be more than glad to.

But you sound like you have a really good handle on things so far.

[evulsed]

[ The thing about Darkness is that it has a drive to consume. Vanitas isn't all that different, even if he is more complicated than it would be at it's most base essence. Vanitas' Unversed are pure in their darkness, too, and even though they aren't as developed, as evolved, Vanitas shares their hunger.

Riku is immune to it, they said. Immune to the influence, and so he could no longer be a viable vessel. But there lies the difference— his acceptance of his darkness means he can handle much more of it, without devolving into the senseless creatures so many other beings become. It's like filling up a bottomless well, and just like his confrontations with the likes of Sora and Ventus, Vanitas is struck with the want to devour. His Light shines stronger the more shadow he is wrapped up in. It would be easy for Vanitas to get lost in his most basic instinct to cleave to that light, the tantalizing promise of being whole.

His grip tightens abruptly when Riku flinches, enough that Vanitas can feel his heartbeat on both sides of his throat. Like a shark scenting blood in the water, for just a second it overwhelms him. Darkness floods out of him like a broken dam, smudging Vanitas' edges and surging into Riku— rushing into the healing injury of his throat and racing through his body, reaching for every sliced muscle and overworked tendon, barely healed cuts that haven't had the chance to properly scab over. ]

[mindofathief]

That's fine. I'm trained in exploring dangerous buildings. Forests too, I lived near one.

[notthatjason]

The flying? I can get to about the tree tops before things start to get heavy. I haven't tried seeing how LONG I can stay in the air yet, there hasn't really been a need for that just yet.

#soundsfake

[notthatjason]

[Okay wait a minute. Jason does not sound particularly enthused when he replies.]

Herc. As in Hercules?

[There's a long silence. Jupiter or Zeus was not about to win any father of the year awards...but considering the last time he'd seen Hercules, the guy had tried to kill Jason and his friends. Saying the former demigod, turned actual god, and guardian to the Mediterranean Sea was 'nicer' didn't exactly strike him as accurate.]

Yeah, I don't know about that.

[notthatjason]

If I were going to guess? The Lighthouse is pretty important for Beacon and Robin has a lot of pull with most of the spirits and us. I wouldn't say she's our leader, but she certainly has a lot of power here.

[catholicisms]

( interesting. it makes him wonder if there's some sort of change in the atmosphere here, or some other force involved that makes flying at certain heights more difficult. he's not a scientist or anything like it, he's got no clue. but it's still interesting. )

It would hopefully not need to be a long flight. I'll keep it in mind for whatever plan we make.

[catholicisms]

Of course. We might have some plans to draft.

( aka the first official meeting of the Robin stans club!!! )

[mellowyellow]

We're all dead, but we're still breathing.

Some of us are dying again.

None of this is how death works, genius.

[evulsed]

Maybe where you're from.

[mellowyellow]

[...No. Fuck you. You don't get to keep dropping hints and never deliver.]

You're a damn tease, you know that?

[evulsed]

[ it's in the small print of the Squeenix Villain Manual ]

And you sound pathetic crying over someone you probably just met.

[mellowyellow]

[Wow, way to hit the nail right smack on that head. Still fuck you though.]

Oh, ow. I think your edge just gave me a paper cut.

Now I'm going to have to end this conversation and find someone who actually knows what they're talking about.

Tragic.

[mellowyellow]

[A little too matter-of-factly:] They're not the ones who need saving.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[They can't leave her to tend to her wounds alone, but they can't try to get there because that might launch an attack again.

There was a riddle once, about getting a camel through the eye of a needle, or through a keyhole, Quentin can't remember it all the way, just that the solution had seemed like a cheap cop out and that Sherlock's, or was it House MD, who said "Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth" was deceptively plain.

He'd always imagined it was about the magical, that sometimes the solution would be so clever, so magical, that you'd have to believe because what else was left? But more often than not, it meant accepting that sometimes there just isn't a ready solution or that the solution was as simple as to do nothing.]

We can't not go, but we can't go? How is that-- that's. Do you have any ideas? Because I think I'm fresh out and my only plan was pretty much just riding the bike up there.

[equinoctials]

You know him?

[ It's not that this conversation wasn't already interesting for a lot of reasons, but this just got an extra level of intriguing and Riku is, well, the painkillers have kicked in and he's content to keep following this to see where it leads. ]

[moderatelymaladjusted]

I'm on the street right now, but. I don't really-- please don't try to stitch me up out here? I'm the guy with the bike.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

You must have led an-- interesting life.

[wasn't that a curse? Living in interesting times, or having an interesting life?}]

See you later, old man.

[necromantiae]

Hey, it'll be good to have an expert on board. Thanks for the offer.

[donttalktome]

True, but those effects could've been achieved by much easier means than this.
It's easy to say something cryptic from an anonymous account, or to make a spooky noise and send it out.
Taking over another person's messages without having possession of their device?
Causing everything they send out to be corrupted?
That's a bit more involved.
Don't read too much into the phrase "signal hijacking".
No, that isn't what's happening here, that's not exactly how these things work.
It was a turn of phrase.
Everyone here is so literal.