[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.

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Comments

@ SuprNerd

[moderatelymaladjusted]

How? We all have the same tablets. Anyone wearing thick glasses want to help out and maybe we can magnify it that way?

[shadowsran]

Robin, I meant, but that might not be the worst net to cast, I guess.

[Hey Will you got photoshop can we maybe brighten this--]

[moderatelymaladjusted]

How do you know this is Robin?

[shadowsran]

The red at the top? Looks young, lines up with how Robin talks. The thing said 'keeper'. I'm - pretty sure that's her.

@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.

[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.

[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.

[itselbitch]

[ eliot chuckles, feeling much the same. sure, there's always the possibility of an alternative, but the rational solution here would be of course to assume it's whoever's running the show.

for eliot, whether that's really robin or not still remains to be seen though. ]

Good luck convincing him of that. It's hard to change his mind once he's made it. If he decided the sky was green, it'd almost be easier to just pretend it is until he gets whatever idea he has out of his system.

[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.

[shadowsran]

Not getting how who posted the bulletin matters?

It's either Robin with something clearly messed up who probably needs help, or it's something else and the lack of posting means she probably still needs the help.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

The spirits? They've posted as Robin before? They-- talked? Kind of? It was weird and things were happening. I'm just saying, that yeah- she needs help? But that's not her lantern and it might not be her listening to all of this. To any of it. I'm saying, what if she can't?

[shadowsran]

'Kind of talked' is not 'displayed a perfectly normal looking human being on a video feed'. And I wasn't saying that was her lantern. I asked if she'd be able to get any kind of better angle on it so the rest of us could hazard a guess.

I don't think I'm making any grand statements here past her needing help, not sure why you're fired up.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Oh. Oh, no. See, I think the video is real. Very real. Super real. That's the problem? But. I'm not sure it was Robin who posted it? Or, uh, see? I'm just not sure she's the one holding her tablet right now? Or, if she is, if she's-- safe? And alone?

I mean, anyone can listen in, right? Nothing about this is private or anything.

[itselbitch]

yeah that wasn't me

[ a few seconds and then another: ]

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

@parker

[webshoots]

I don't think that's how glasses work... [ quentin. ]

@ SuprNerd

[moderatelymaladjusted]

It would magnify the image? So, it might take a few tries, but. If you get a light source and fiddle with it, why the hell not?

[webshoots]

Oh, that's what you meant, I thought—

[ nevermind. ]

Yeah, maybe. Or we could just ask Robin, if she's — up to it. She said or seemed to try to say she was going to look into it.

[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.

[webshoots]

I saw it.

[ there's a long pause before he speaks again. ]

So, the spirits can imitate our voices, right? You saw the timestamp on the first video: that's before the bulletin you're talking about went up. You can see the timestamp on the second video. It's just after the last bulletin went up, and just before this one. Robin or not, she's there, something's there with her, and it's been close to two weeks. There are a few possibilities as to what and how this bulletin's be posted and I'm going to be honest and say I'm not that comfortable with any of them.

But what I haven't seen is any proof that they can do more than imitate our voices. But for what it's worth, right now, I'm not convinced the lantern's our first priority.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

I agree, if-- I-- we'll know, soon enough who it belongs to? When-- when people start to come back or- uh, if there's someone we can't find? That'll be it. But maybe I can fix it? If we could get our hands on it. I'm-- I'm really very good at fixing things.

She looked hurt. Like, seriously hurt. And I'm not saying I trust her completely or anything, because I don't. But- [always a sucker for damsels in distress and Robin had looked hurt. Battered. Beaten. Locked away in a tower, and yeah, the whole fairy tale-ish thing about that isn't lost on him, but it pulls at him all the same.]- but maybe someone could help her.

[webshoots]

[ OH QUENTIN. ]

I wonder if it's from someone that's not part of our group. Robin's told us there are other people here, right? People we haven't met yet...

Whatever she's done, whatever anyone believes she deserves, this isn't it.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

She doesn't deserve that, no. At best, she's up there to look out for the bigger picture and at worst she's part of why we're here. But still-- that thing that attacked her? Looked a lot like the ones that have been riding our collective asses for the past two weeks. Why would they attack her if she's on their side? Because they sure as fuck didn't hold back on us.

[webshoots]

That's what I want to know.

[equinoctials]

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.