[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

@dana.scully

[paraskeptic]

I'm also offering my services for medical treatments should anyone need it.

I heard talk of people trying to get to her, but I don't know if there's an official group or plan yet.

Voice @ SuprNerd

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Now, when you say medical treatments? Do you mean, uh. Can you sew? And do you have a needle and thread? Just, you know. Asking for a friend.

[paraskeptic]

[ she switches to voice to make things easier. ]

Yes, on both accounts. What type of wound do you need stitched?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

A--uh. One made by sharp and pointy things? Claws? I think there's about four of them.

[paraskeptic]

Are they deep?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

I don't know, but-- yeah, probably. They feel deep. Uh, about-- my finger goes in to the first joint? Is that deep? It feels deep.

[paraskeptic]

[ oh for the love of - ]

Yes, that is fairly deep, but it can be stitched up. It'll need to be cleaned first, which is gonna hurt. Take your finger out of the wound and don't touch it again, unless you've got a clean cloth to press against it. Is it still bleeding?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

I just-- you asked! That's the only reason why I put my finger in. I've kept it clean with alcohol and there's a clean-ish towel on it. It's not bleeding that much anymore, no. Not after I found out how to keep the towel pressed on with a t-shirt. You know, a small one.

But can you? Sew it up?

[paraskeptic]

[ she's trying really hard to remain as calm sounding as possible, for the sake of the patient, but there's definitely some tension bleeding into her tone. ]

I just asked if they were deep, you can usually tell that by looking or by how it feels. But keeping it covered and clean and it not bleeding as much is good.

Yes, I can stitch it up. Where are you right now?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

I can't really see it? So I had to check it with my fingers.

[Said slowly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.]


At the general store, but I have a bike. I can find you if you tell me where to look.

[paraskeptic]

[ she sighs with a tone that very much reads 'sir, please don't condescend to someone who's trying to help you'. ]

No, I'm close enough. Are you inside?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

I'm on the street right now, but. I don't really-- please don't try to stitch me up out here? I'm the guy with the bike.

[paraskeptic]

Are you okay with me stitching you up inside the store? I don't necessarily want you travelling too far with an open wound.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

I'm fine with that, yeah. And, uh, don't worry about the traveling? I mean, I've been. It's been busy. Here. So-- I've been all over? But I'm being careful?

[paraskeptic]

I'm sure you have. [ but this is still the same person who stuck his finger inside his own wound to see how deep it was, so dana figures it's better to err on the side of caution. ] But I'm almost there, so just stay put, okay?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Uh, yeah. I'm not going anywhere. Unless the spirits come back? Which, if they do, seek cover.

[paraskeptic]

I'll be sure to. [ and she will, she'd learned pretty quickly that her training will only get her so far when it comes to these spirits.

she arrives at the store pretty soon after her last message, supplies in tow in a small bag at her side. it occurs to her that she doesn't know who she's supposed to be looking for, so she starts searching for anyone who might be visibly injured. ]

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Still holding his tablet in his hand, Quentin is standing at the far back of the general store, huge coat swallowing him up from his knuckles to his ears. His hip propped up against a shelf because leaning against things like he's used to, is too fucking painful and he's not about to make a scene in here.

So, he has his head down and his hair in his face, looking up every time the door slides open. Not that he has any idea of what he's looking for.]

Hello?

[mysophobic]

I appreciate all the help I can get. It's better when working together. What are you familiar with/comfortable with doing?

Procedure wise, I mean.

[paraskeptic]

Of course. I'm not practicing technically, but I do still have my license. [ although she's come to learn that that doesn't hold as much weight here as it did where she's from. ]

I can diagnose and treat most injuries, which is most of what I was doing when the spirits were attacking. Stitches, setting minor bone breaks and sprains, and the like.

[mysophobic]

Well the more hands we have at the ready the better! If you ever want me to help or teach you, I'd be more than glad to.

But you sound like you have a really good handle on things so far.

[paraskeptic]

I'd appreciate whatever you can teach me. Maybe we can compare notes, see what's different about treatment where we're from. [ when things are a little less dire, that is. ]

But thank you. It's been an experience.

[mysophobic]

Of course. If we're the only two here with any medical training then teaching each other and others is definitely something we need to do.

I'm just glad that you were here to help people along. But I'm looking forward to meeting you in person!

[paraskeptic]

I was thinking that that's something we should see about, actually. I don't know how many others are doctors out there, but I was working with someone with some training who was helping me tend to the injured and sleeping during the attacks. Maybe they'd be willing to learn and contribute, too.

So am I. Let me know when's a good time to meet up.

[mysophobic]

Any time is fine for me. I'm not at all busy so...if you want to meet up now or later that's perfectly fine! But I might need a few minutes finding my way around, having just arrived and all.