[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

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Comments

[catholicisms]

We should at least try. There's some of us that can fly, right?

( get out of the way, Will stans. the Robin stans are here. )

@ Soldier

[worthallthis]

No.

Crowley tried to fly there. Crowley died trying.

[catholicisms]

I really don't give a shit about Crowley. He's an idiot, and there's no chance he thought it through.

( jesus christ matthew. calm down. )

[worthallthis]

[Wow that. Was unexpected.]

Okay

But flying will not work. He and Lunafreya were literally swatted out of the sky

[catholicisms]

( it truly was. it takes a lot to get Matt that heated about anything. but nearly killing a bunch of people during the ferry incident did the trick. )

We'd have to have people on the ground for defense to stop that from happening.

[worthallthis]

[Oh dear. Does Matt know the Soldier was involved in that? Maybe he doesn't know the Soldier was involved in that.]

Many of us are very injured and some of us are still dead

[Which is to say, it will not end well. There's a pause, then a second message:]

See if Robin wants you to first

[catholicisms]

( NOPE . . . . but honestly he'd still be mostly bent at Crowley. it was his dumb idea. )

I'm not asking anyone injured to risk themselves before they heal, but those that aren't should try. She's a part of us, a valuable part. I'd suggest the same if anyone else were potentially injured and stranded in the dark.

She seems to be trying to send us a message, but I'm not sure about you but I don't find it very convincing.

( nothing about this screams "i'm totally fine, guys! no worries!!!" )

voice; R Lutece

[originallutece]

Robin's survived countless resets. I imagine she'll survive this if she managed to type all that.

You, however, will not. Each attempt towards the lighthouse has ended in death. Do you really imagine you'll be different?

[catholicisms]

There's limited chance we can find a way to stop the world eaters before they arrive to finish what they started. By your logic, we should just give up now, because the more we look the more of us end up dead.

That's not a good enough reason to not do something. Maybe it won't be different, but that's not a good excuse to sit on our hands.

[originallutece]

Don't take what I said out of context. Storming the woods in an ill-fated attempt to help a woman who has proven herself to be more than capable is a far sight different from giving up for the next two years. Kindly note the difference.

(just reading the discussion)

[featherknives]

[...can you upvote the comments here? No? Not even a like? Damn. Xayah agrees but she's a bit out of it for detailed discussion.]

[catholicisms]

I don’t see a difference. The odds being low aren’t a good excuse for not trying at all. Just because she’s capable, doesn’t mean we should assume she never needs help.

[necromantiae]

( time for the secret handshake! )

I know Jason can fly. I can teleport. Closest I can get to something like that.

[catholicisms]

We'd want to make it a group effort — defenders for whoever is doing the actual flight. Spirits are bound to attack anyone making an attempt, we'd have to find a way to keep them safe long enough to get over there.

[necromantiae]

Diversion?

( he was not a master strategist but he'd been through a few things. )

Send in a few people as a frontal offense and sneak someone in the back kind of deal?

[catholicisms]

That's what we tried last time. It wasn't particularly successful.

( and he doubts it'd work twice. )

Misdirection might work. On top of that we have plenty of people here capable of a great deal. Those on the ground can protect the ones in the sky.

[necromantiae]

I don't like the idea of just leaving her to fend for herself. That looks bad and I'd want to hope if someone saw me like that, they'd help.

( or try to, at least. )

I'm already dead so what's another death, right? Could just go full frontal assault since I doubt anyone expects that.

[catholicisms]

I’d want the same. The least we can do is send over supplies to help her to be able to communicate again.

( he knows what it’s like to be lost and alone in the dark. if he can help, he will. )

It could work. If we’re a united front, we’ll have a better chance of actually succeeding. I’m willing to try, and I’m aware of the risks.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Ambrose... that wasn't what I meant by I'm sure there something better after this. Don't get yourself killed if we can think of something better.

[notthatjason]

Yeah.

But I don't think I could do it this second.

[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. )

[notthatjason]

Have any of the other fliers responded?

[He feels like he's putting this off on others, and that makes him hesitate to ask. But he's never been one to turn down a quest and even with his injuries and all he's been through he's not about to start now.]

Give me another day or so and a decent game plan maybe...it won't do much good if we all just get swatted out of the sky like they said happened to Crowley. Flying is a struggle as it is.

[catholicisms]

Not so far.

( Ambrose can teleport, that's as close as they've got.... as far as Matt knows. )

We'd have to find some way to cover you, even if we end up trying a diversion. I have no intention of asking you to blindly fly into what killed the last person that tried it. I'll let you know what we come up with.

[notthatjason]

I'd appreciate that. I know some people who would probably help, at least, they helped me when I was testing my flight out before. Of course, that was just trying to fly along the beach and not into uncharted territory.

[He's gone into plenty of uncharted territory before, but after what they just went through he'd rather have more of a plan than what he's seen so far. Especially since it sounds more dangerous than anything else they've done here.]

I wish I could fly higher...then I could probably use cloud cover.

[catholicisms]

What are the limits on your abilities, exactly?

( sort of a personal question, but, imperative for crafting any sort of plan. )