[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؋


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


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Comments

[notthatjason]

Not your fault. I'm just a little out of it...for a lot of reasons. I shouldn't have snapped at you.

[He sighs. A lot of people died, so maybe they'll find out what THEY learned when they come back.]

I get your point though and I still think it's worth trying to figure out.

[equinoctials]

No need. I'm just glad you're back with us.

As for what the spirits meant by that... I'm not sure that's useful to us.
Just knowing their perspective is very different from ours is helpful, if we can find a way to relate then we can find a way to work together. To convince them to care about our lives like they care about their own.
This might be one of the reasons the others who came before us failed.

Did you return with any injuries?

[mellowyellow]

[Honestly, he can't stand right now, let alone harm someone, but Masaomi has never been an honest person. What he is, is desperate.]

I'm saying I want an answer I can trust.

You helped me out before. You were pretty confident back then.

How trustworthy do you feel this time?

[featherknives]

[Right now, yeah, she's seeing red. Being stabbed from the back then left on the stakes in the middle of nowhere to bleed out to death tends to do it. She's done being mindful around humans anymore. And spirits too.]

I did in my world. Not here. At least, not anymore. I won't refrain from pulling a dagger on ones I see. I don't intend to die anymore.

I was nice, I respected them the same way I respect the forest and the fields of my world, and the magic that runs through it. My respect was always acknowledged, appreciated. If I'm going to get stabbed and left to bleed out for recognizing individuality and personality in these spirits, I'd rather go ignorant.

[equinoctials]

It's not a stretch to think they might view us the same way.

To them, we're are a gang of strangers who just keep on coming.
No matter how many times we're killed, more of us show up.
We could say it's wrong to kill, to hurt others. That's true from our perspective. How well do we practice that?
As many as thirty resets. Most of these because we kill each other to a stalemate.
Because we can't stop making the same mistakes. No wonder the spirits don't get why killing us is a big deal. We've done it to each other so many times.

To apply our notions of right and wrong to beings who don't even think the same way we do, who might even view us as a threat... I think that's a mistake.
It won't change your death, it won't give any of us back the ones we've lost.
But if we can find a common ground, if we can communicate what we want and don't want, if we can work together, I think we'll accomplish what all the other resets couldn't.
You don't have to go along with it.
I'm just asking you to think it over.

[equinoctials]

[ He certainly talks the talk. ]

Some have come back. Others don't.
Some have lasted through a lot of deaths and others have never come back after one.
If their lantern is too heavily damaged or we can't find it, they can't come back.

[featherknives]

I've never pulled a knife on anyone who didn't threaten me while here.
If our group was constantly hostile towards the spirits, the attacks would be understandable. An eye for an eye, that's how it goes.

But we didn't provoke them.
We fed them
We asked them for their names.
We made boats of paper and let them float on the lake.

The first time they attacked us, they had a reason, people sneaked to Lighthouse.
But this? Why this? Give me a reason why they attacked us NOW.
Since summer we tried to communicate with them and find common ground! Every time we tried, it backfired!

I'm not going to work with someone who can turn on me in a second and stab me in the neck just because they felt like it and "didn't know another way to teach me"

@darkness : text

[evulsed]

[ this comes later... ]

You're all eager to get ripped to pieces aren't you?

You didn't have enough fun the last two weeks?

text; @darkness

[evulsed]

Try it yourself.

See if you get lucky.

[mellowyellow]

[Wait, what? For a moment, he forgets he's trying to be intimidating.]

The lantern?

[HOLY SHIT, THE LANTERN.]

That sticks around after you die?

[mellowyellow]

You're friendly.

[catholicisms]

It doesn't have to be a this second, so much as a soon as we can accomplish it.

( because that video sounded bad (he'd had to have someone describe it to him, but even related second party it still sounded bad), and it was dated a good two weeks ago. )

[catholicisms]

( AWWW.... AMBROSE!! even thinking he's just a cute blind guy? he's really touched!!! )

Last time I thought something might be wrong and ignored it for a little too long, someone ended up dead. I'm not making that mistake twice.

I've got your back.

( and he means it — no playing around, no hiding. he'll put his all into this, even if it literally kills him. )

[catholicisms]

I have to tell myself something. Some fights are worth fighting, even if you lose.

( to be fair, risking his life for a good cause only killed him the once! he's got great odds!!!! as far as the told you so, he manages a sad huff of a laugh. )

Something tells me you won't. Can I get that in writing?

[catholicisms]

( well, Soldier, Matt isn't asking you to protect him. you've earned a tag out on this one. he's more than happy to die trying to help someone, if he thinks they need it. )

I'll try, but it seems like she's already tried to make contact, and there's something wrong. I don't know how much of an answer we can hope to get.

[evulsed]

If she can't find you, you won't come back.

Who are you so worried about?

Not yourself.

[worthallthis]

[Maybe not, but you're going out into the forest right on the heels of a major attack. And the Soldier's still in "protect at all costs" mode, since the attacks basically only stopped yesterday.

They're not gonna let a bunch of people go out there with no supersoldier backup. Well, unless Misty or Javert say no, anyway.]

Tell me what response you get or if you don't get one. I will make sure my guns are loaded just in case.

@regina

[itselbitch]

And this thing says Regina. That doesn’t really prove it’s her though. It’s not as if we don’t know that these things can— they can sound like us? All one of them had to do, was take her tablet and we wouldn’t know. This is still Quentin by the way.

[itselbitch]

yeah that wasn't me

[ a few seconds and then another: ]

"that wasn't me", eliot
he borrowed my tab

[shadowsran]

Talking about the part where we can very clearly see a person. A whole video of a breathing person. In the lighthouse where she lives. Who looks about the age I'd picture, nobody's saying the recognize from anywhere else, voices are probably easier to fake on a network than video.

> voice

[itselbitch]

Not that I don't agree, but that is of course assuming deep fakes aren't a thing here. On the Earth we're from, that's already more or less a capability. All you need is someone with the right tech and the aptitude, and we could be none the wiser.

Hell, we don't even know how their resetting technology works.

[mellowyellow]

I'd rather chat about this "she" of yours!

Which lovely little lady are we talking about here?

[shadowsran]

I think looking at it from that perspective could get messy pretty quick? I'm not seeing anything from my world here. It's more whether or not we've seen any proof of it here, so far, and if anybody has I'm all ears -- I haven't.

We've all had hallucinations here, and nobody saw the same one. Not getting the impression these things shapeshift. Simplest solution, I mean, that's Robin.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

What? No, you saw a video that had nothing to do with the bulletin. I believe the video? I believe that Robin is hurt and someone should look in to that. But that posting this is her? Wait? Have you been asleep? Because someone other than Robin has posted the bulletin before.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Uh huh, yeah. I know this thing said that. But listen. Peter? You really need to look at the bulletin that went up last week. While things were happening. I'm not really sure this is Robin.