networkinthenight | [ѧׄѵٜҒեҡٜהػһ] - WEEҎЯҝLY BUЀLωؗҹTIN

Entry tags:

[ѧׄѵٜҒեҡٜהػһ] - WEEҎЯҝLY BUЀLωؗҹTIN - OPױҊ

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

If yԭ׭ҹրгϛЍֺԹС to subҼظԘt an advertisement, חոϙӣҞՐ҇ՑԧғτӸВѫ϶se drop them bׂѤ׊؛טҗӐѝըϠӚ׉كՎϛӫ٫ٚ؄ոճحПֹЃРؾϔӽ־Ӎice.

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.

QUICKNAV
comms	\|	network • logs • memes • ooc
pages	\|	rules • faq • taken • mod contact • player contact • calendar • setting • exploration • item requests • full nav

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

I mean, I had planned on swinging over on a web of incompetence, but thanks for the reminder that I'll need a little something else.

Desperation?

I've been to the armory before, I'll be fine.

Give me half hour.

I remember.

( but did that mean they shouldn't try again? give up all together? )

It's not without risk, I'll admit. But after seeing that, I can't just sit here and pretend it'll all be okay.

Hey, what about the way I fight?

( how dare, quentin, how dare. )

I'm a good fighter and I look great while doing it. ( sometimes. ) You offering to come along to defend me?

I think I can answer some of this.
The spirits in town aren't necessarily of the same heart as the ones who attacked us.
The Beacon spirits are still spirits, the distinction here is they're working around our differences like we are with them.
These other ones... they watch us, but they haven't gotten to know us.
We might be dealing with two different factions or the spirits in Beacon are outliers for their kind. When you look at us, we have our factions, too.
The spirits who attacked seem to have difficulty understanding that just because some of us come back when killed, doesn't mean we mind dying less. Working on it.

Yes!

[ Though maybe his idea of what okay might be is skewed. She was alive, she was able to post to the network. What more do they want? He gestures violently at Riku with one hand. ]

You know what they could have done to her, and they didn't. She doesn't need you all running off into the woods acting like heroes.

[ wow know what Riku just discovered? it really hurts to laugh. ow. ]

My pleasure.
Peter, you know I can't stop you. Before you go, check on the network with Robin.
I'll feel a lot better if you're granted access or don't have to go at all.

[ His expression twists, like heroes is an epithet. It isn't, but it's the second time someone's warned him off like it's about glory-hounding, and Riku's temper can be on a short fuse even on a good day.

The tablet is lowered to his side; Riku cocks his head a little to the left as his expression drops into annoyed expectation. An are you serious?

He draws in a breath like he's about to speak and thinks again just in time. Riku brings up the tablet: ]

im not arguing with you about this

[ Shutting down a conversation isn't great, either. ]

Wow. That's-- yeah. A joke? I hope it's a joke. It's a joke, right?

Yeah, well, we both know that what's sometimes necessary isn't always easy, right?

I've already sent her a message. If we're overreacting? Great. I'd rather do that than sit by and hope that everything's going to figure itself out by itself.

—That goes for a lot of people here.

Wait! We could meet at the ferry? It's supposed to come today? If it's going to come again, I mean, it did leave us with a lot of supplies last time.

Unless you really want to see the armory? Because you can, it's not like I'm against the whole let's meet up where it's the easiest for me to get to. All I have to do is go outside.

Hey! I'm kidding! We're still alive, and that's-- yeah. And the sleepers woke up? Not that I doubted that they would, or anything. But. Today isn't a bad day. Or wasn't, until I opened the tablet and saw this.

And what if I am? Are you going to tell me no?

I didn't mean it like that, I just-- I've seen you fight in the last few days? I know how exhausted you must be, and yeah. Maybe you're hurt since you're refusing to use voice on this? You're not the only one hurt, but you are the only one I've seen keep going through little sleep and less food. You've saved my life more than once, let me help?

You can't argue! I'm right, and you can't even speak!

[ He points at Riku, aggressive. ]

Don't you have priorities? What about Sora?

We don't all always come back!

[ its a low blow, and he does it on purpose. Vanitas, selfish and reeling not only under his own feelings, but Bruce's too, is especially volatile right now. ]

You're taking a real unflattering tone to a lot of general comments on a post with much more going on, so I'm gonna go ahead and stop humoring it. Godspeed.

[ He doesn't flinch, but there are other signs he's been struck, like the reflexive shrinking of his pupils, the jump of the muscle in his jaw as he grits his teeth, how his shoulders all the way down to his knuckles go taut as his free hand clenches and the other tightens around the edge of the tablet.

Vanitas and Bruce both know invoking that name has a particular effect. Vanitas, more than Bruce, knows why. Both for the time he spent in his heart and for his own first-hand experiences being a person that Sora treasures. In their shared loss. Riku doesn't, therefore, bother with disguising his response.

He lets it pause him. It's what it's meant to do. He remembers the dark entryway to the Invincible, the way the air smelled of rain. The promise he made to Sora. That was the last time he saw him - the real him and not some illusion. ]

...

[ His throat tightens around the pressure in his chest; Riku grimaces, turning his face away, and covers the gauze covering his neck with his hand. But he makes no effort to leave, makes no attempt to push Vanitas away, even if for a moment he looked about to.

No - instead he looks away, while angling himself to knock his shoulder into the other boy's when he briefly leans in his direction. ]

Then don't join in.

I know what she said. I know what I saw too. Thanks for your input, it's not helping at all.

Wow, okay?

[ Riku's justified to himself on many occasions that he should go on less because he can, he's been gifted with power, chosen by the Keyblade, he's forged his strength on years of training and an unfortunate steeping in the darkness.

In the end that isn't what convinces him to think again, it's Quentin's request: let me help? And the memory of how frustrating it felt when he wanted to ask the same thing, and had neither the words nor the means to help the people most important to him.

He thinks-
He thinks it's pretty safe to call them friends, now.

Even still it takes a while - and a brief argument or two - before he answers. ]

When you're afraid of losing more of your friends, it's easy to lose sight of what your choices do to them.
I get it, Quentin. Well... thanks.
I need a little more time. But I promise, no stunts.
My friend is in a bad way. I'm gonna stay the night and keep an eye in case
You know how it is.

[ there's a soft huh because that's not a bad shout. ]

Only if you were planning on heading down there anyway. Like I said, I want to stretch my legs.

I-- yeah, I know. Stay, I can keep the peace here, don't worry. Mostly, it's just people wanting food? Or water? Or information about some of the others? But I've got this, okay? I'm meeting Peter and we'll figure something out that won't end in--

It's fine. Take care of your friend. And bring back alcohol if you find any? Vodka is best, but. Just. Anything? Or, you know what? Nevermind-- someone will come by and I'll be alright.

Be careful, Riku. Please?

I-- yeah. I want to go see. If it's still coming. And if there's new people on board, they need to be-- they need information. A place to stay that isn't boarded up or trashed to shit.

[A slight pause]

We need supplies out here. Meet me by the dock in an hour?

Hey, they might be here. But, I died with a few other people too and haven't seen them.

( so don't get your hopes up. )

Dark Dragon an actual dragon?

[ is it though.

is it. ]

I can see some of us have never been caught short at 2am in the morning and can't find anywhere else open.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 8 of 18

[ѧׄѵٜҒեҡٜהػһ] - WEEҎЯҝLY BUЀLωؗҹTIN - OPױҊ

private

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

private

no subject

no subject

private

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject