[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׆


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Comments

[mellowyellow]

Look. I've heard about World Eaters, but I've only been attacked by spirit monsters. Sorry if that tips my priorities a bit.

[He's not actually sorry. But he's also not someone who is capable of leaving anyone (or any spirit) else behind in the heat of the moment. Very bitter teenager is just letting off steam.]

[mindofathief]

[That shuts Duster right up. He's stuck, isn't he? There's no way he can get more answers now.]

Yeah.

...I'll see if I can find out anything else.

[donttalktome]

[The joke goes right over Will's head. Is it forgetfulness or carelessness?]

Daylight was planning to distribute a tablet or two to some of the friendlier spirits.
He never reported any instance of their presence corrupting anything, but I suppose you could ask him.
In any case, they seem to be getting their point across just fine. I doubt that's the issue.

[catholicisms]

( Will, clearly you have never had Siri read Zalgo to you. it's Not Fun. that's not what Matt would call clear and concise communication, but to each their own... . . . )

If it wasn't them attempting to take over her device or their presence near it, then what could have caused the disturbance in her signal?

[donttalktome]

[What do you mean sending people to a dream world and then trying to murder the rest of them isn't clear communication?]

I never said it wasn't them attempting to take over her device.
As a matter of fact I think that's exactly what it is, or at least what it was. Whatever's happening now seems residual.
I believe we're having a failure of communication here.
And if you and I can't even communicate, how are we expecting the spirits to?

[catholicisms]

And this is what you consider clearly making their point and not corrupting communications? Seriously?

No wonder we can't communicate, you have a very strange perception of what that word means.

( he's not even that salty, just an observation. because it super seems like both of these things seem to be obvious in this bulletin alone. since Will doesn't seem to have a solitary clue what's happening, there's probably no point in continuing to tolerate him anyway. )

I'll let you get back to that broken tablet of yours. ( this is just a very neutral way of peacing out on this convo. good talk?? )

[mysophobic]

Of course. If we're the only two here with any medical training then teaching each other and others is definitely something we need to do.

I'm just glad that you were here to help people along. But I'm looking forward to meeting you in person!

[mellowyellow]

Plenty of dudes chomping at the bit for a chance to be helpful around here. Don't worry. Someone who knows way more than me'll pop up in no time.

[A half-amused snort follows.]

Apparently all it takes is a little death to make a guy more reliable.

[equinoctials]

[ Riku's head is still tipped down, eyes dark beneath his pale lashes, still heaving through the vibrant buzz saturating every damaged fiber, each inch of injured skin. The exhilaration, the sense of invincible power is draining steadily out of him as the Darkness recedes - some of it returns from whence it came, or dissipates, or becomes a part of his own - and the crash starts to make him feel leaden, lethargic, like it unzipped tension that had been there so long he had lost an awareness of what it was like without it.

He almost speaks, the sound isn't quite right and it's not really a word, Riku swallows and realizes how dry his mouth feels. His failure to speak seems to prompt the rise of heat to his face, to the tips of his ears, and explains why Riku doesn't look up right away.

It's difficult to explain, he feels a little like he's been caught with something he shouldn't. The Darkness could heal him instead of harm, due, he's sure, to the tolerance he's built up. To his so-called immunity to the Darkness. If he was truly immune, there'd be no effect... no, it's because only its corruption can't touch him, he's a puppet no longer. Riku drops the hem of his shirt, raking the silver out of his eyes as he straightens, they stay closed a moment longer, until he feels less like... like there's anything to be embarrassed about. ]

Huh.

[ His eyes cut over to Vanitas. That worked... ]

Better than Curaga.

[paraskeptic]

I'll be sure to. [ and she will, she'd learned pretty quickly that her training will only get her so far when it comes to these spirits.

she arrives at the store pretty soon after her last message, supplies in tow in a small bag at her side. it occurs to her that she doesn't know who she's supposed to be looking for, so she starts searching for anyone who might be visibly injured. ]

[paraskeptic]

I was thinking that that's something we should see about, actually. I don't know how many others are doctors out there, but I was working with someone with some training who was helping me tend to the injured and sleeping during the attacks. Maybe they'd be willing to learn and contribute, too.

So am I. Let me know when's a good time to meet up.

[mindofathief]

[Dying as in arriving to Beacon?]

Thanks. I have time. [His quiet voice trails off, followed by a few seconds of silence as he figures out where the End Call button is.]

I'll talk to you later, then.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Still holding his tablet in his hand, Quentin is standing at the far back of the general store, huge coat swallowing him up from his knuckles to his ears. His hip propped up against a shelf because leaning against things like he's used to, is too fucking painful and he's not about to make a scene in here.

So, he has his head down and his hair in his face, looking up every time the door slides open. Not that he has any idea of what he's looking for.]

Hello?

[mellowyellow]

[They have all the time in the world, now that they're dead.]

Yeah, I hate irony too. See ya 'round.

[evulsed]

[ Something startled flickers across Vanitas' face at the turn of phrase. He has a memory of those three words, a little hazy around the edges. Supplanted into a different room of the museum, weighed down by the way alcohol warps and changes the world. It's almost... funny. Vanitas feels a fizz in his chest that rises up and makes him want to laugh. It happens on the tale end of the exhilaration of success and the unexpectedness of the comment, but the strangest part is that it doesn't feel like he wants to laugh at Riku. Just at what he said. Becuase it was funny.

Vanitas' expression does something complicated, a sort of grimace that's almost a confused smile before he tamps down on the sensation vigorously, embarrassed and confused by it. ]

Don't get used to it.

[ His voice is rough, a mirror of Riku's, but without the added excuse of a recently healed injury. Their eyes meet and Vanitas' widen just a fraction before cutting sharply away. ]

I was just annoyed having to read everything you were trying to say to me.

[ He steps away from Riku, skin buzzing, which is odd; he should feel drained, after giving up his Darkness like that, but now he feels like he needs to go running to get all this excess energy out. ]

[equinoctials]

[ For a moment, it almost looked like--

No, maybe it was only Riku's imagination. The way he anticipated antagonistic challenges from just the sight of him, reminded of how he had been on the other side in that wasteland peppered with Keyblades from another era.

This time, he thinks he expects to see something more human, a sign of amusement, elation, some glimmer of light in the dark. The problem with striking a balance between these two forces is Riku can be wrong about what he expects, he can guess incorrectly. Sometimes, he doubts himself.

Riku feels light glowing inside him, beneath all the darkness. Warm, bright. It fills up the spaces left feeling depleted and shaky in the wake of Darkness's invigorating touch, it makes him warm to the very tips of his fingers, makes him drowsy and energetic in vacillating cycles.

He hears himself huff a single laugh. ]

You and me both.

...Thanks.

[paraskeptic]

[ even without knowing who she's looking for, quentin stands out amongst whoever else happens to be in the store. her suspicions are confirmed when he calls out to her and she makes a beeline towards him, setting her bag down on the floor before nodding to him. ]

I'm Dana Scully. I assume you're who was asking for help on the network?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Hi, I'm Quentin. Uh, Super Nerd on the network, and yeah. I was asking for help? I can't really reach it, or I would have done it myself.

[She's small, which is a surprise, given how harsh she seemed on the network, but hey, he could work with this. As long as she could saw and didn't mind doing that in skin, that is.]

I, uh. Ran in to a spirit and it got me pretty good.

[mysophobic]

Any time is fine for me. I'm not at all busy so...if you want to meet up now or later that's perfectly fine! But I might need a few minutes finding my way around, having just arrived and all.

FEEL FREE TO IGNORE ME.

[unpredict]

[ don't swear off his party, future bff.

kol listens, and it's very clear to him that there's history here that he hadn't been privy to. that's fine—he'd expected that from here. the good thing about this is that he has the opportunity to catch up. ]

Why did you go to Robin's lighthouse before? Is this not the first time the spirits have attacked her?

[ this was pre-kol, which was a horrible time for all in beacon, clearly. ]

NEVER

[webshoots]

[ pre-kol was the worst time for beacon, it's true. ]

When we got here, Robin wasn't connected up to the network. A group of us went out to the lighthouse to get her hooked back up. Some guys stayed in town — there was a party of sorts, supposed to be a gesture of good faith and goodwill between us the spirits.

We were told it was going to be dangerous, but I don't think anyone expected to lose half the town. [ beat. ] Robin was fine though - we were told we were attacked because the spirits thought we were a threat to her. But who knows if that's the full scope of the truth.

rips up letter to sell you to the devil

[unpredict]

[ and yet… here they are, with a spirit potentially attacking robin?

it's an interesting slip of history, and he doesn't doubt it has its ramifications even now. but all he has to go on is his own experiences… and the spirits sure as hell sound like klaus. ]

Do you think the spirits could be unhappy they no longer have her full attention?