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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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؋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

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Hindsight's twenty-twenty, right? Which I've never really got, for the record, because apparently we also view the past through rose-tinted glasses, so which is it?

You can take it, so you feel responsible. Like it falls to you to do something because you can.

That's not really what I was asking.

[ peter: fully aware that he wasn't actually asking anything. there's a delay before the next message, as if he's going to leave it at just that, then: ]

Are you talking about you or are you talking about me?

Someone important to me once tried to teach me a lesson I didn't really get until it was too late - if you're capable of doing something, you do.

Those aren't the words he used, by the way, it's just that every time I have a conversation with you we end up talking about responsibility and it's beginning to get a bit weird.

I'm also pretty sure that was also the tagline of a commercial once: those who can, teach. Probably explains a few things. [ it absolutely does not. also peter: avoiding the topic. ] I did tell you I used to teach, right?

Edited (WHOOPS why did i suddenly make this text? WHO KNOWS, maybe i just wanted to be twins.) 2019-12-04 09:41 (UTC)

If you were my teacher I might have actually stayed in school.

[ Just kidding. He had to plunge his homeworld into Darkness and then spend the rest of the last few years making up for it. ]

You told me back at the Invincible, after the lighthouse.
I'm talking about us. Like you were back then.

For the record, I'm doing classes with Eleven. If you want, you can come join us — I know your sort, I subbed remedial Gen-Ed once or twice. If you're well-behaved, you can even get ice cream after.

—Yeah, I remember mentioning it. I didn't really expect it to become a thing. [ that feels like a lifetime ago now though. it'd been different though, because he'd at least been doing something. it may not have ended how they'd wanted it to end, it may not have even been anywhere near the best-case scenario, but they'd got robin connected, hadn't they? saved a few people. lost more, but—

they'd done what they could. now? he's just spent two weeks unconscious and he should have known better.

wait. "like you were then." ] Are you making me quote myself? I know I'm really great at pep talks, but for what it's worth, I talk enough that I don't need to start going down that route. I'm only thirty. If I start repeating myself, I'm basically doomed.

—That said, I'm still not sure what you're trying to say here. Yes, I made a comment about 'please don't take my deep-seated attachment to responsibility away from me', but I also mentioned wheatcakes and to date, no-one's made any for me. Both points still stand. I'm very attached to my notion of responsibility: that and the wheatcakes have definitely made me who I am today, alongside my annual visit to Shea Stadium to watch the Mets lose.

It's all character building.

ha ha very funny
everybody knows subs mean movies

but fine, I'll drop it.
Just don't think I'm letting you off easy all the time.
We can talk more when we're a little less beat up.

Hey, I've never once shown a movie in my entire teaching career. [ let us not mention that said teaching career was pretty short, his absence level was embarrassingly high and then he had to quit because of the incredibly ill-advised decision to announce that he, peter benjamin parker, was spider-man.

and was then re-hired with a disguise and a fake name as flash thompson's assistant.

yeah.

yeah. let's skip over that. ] —Okay, maybe once. In place of gym.

Sounds great. I'll pencil it into my diary after 're-read Hansel and Gretel for tips on how to survive poor food choices.'

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