[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

• 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؋


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• VaniҔ֊ՙas


• Bucky BѺֻԸѹs


• DaҰ׌ϡina Clairӭ


• Nyx UlrФ؝҅


• XayЁh


• There miѧӚt be more. WІՊ։١Ҧe still ԇՎЖՔРٳЄٷАѧӚІՊ։١ bodies.

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Comments

audio | @SILVER

[shadowsran]

Can we get a close up of the lantern? Better chance of anybody placing it.

—audio / @parker (1/idk whatever)

[webshoots]

—Robin!

@ 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?

[webshoots]

[ there's enough readable to be able to make out that she's okay (apparently); that the relationship she has with the spirits isn't as black-and-white as it perhaps originally seemed. "no point in keeping secrets" is — an obvious statement, but who's it directed at?

and then there's the lantern. ]

3/3

[webshoots]

Soo, no secrets. Who wants to start? Two weeks in a dreamscape version of the church and I still have faith-related questions.

[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--]

@parker

[webshoots]

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

( audio | un: warlock )

[necromantiae]

Well, that's fairly disturbing.

( to say the least. )

Should we try and find her? Robin, I mean.

—audio / @parker

[webshoots]

The only issue will be approaching the lighthouse.

[ "only".

but that's a 'yes' from peter. ]

[necromantiae]

We can't just leave her there to —

( die? be taken over? he can't even guess what happened. )

It might be worth the risk. There's enough of us.

[webshoots]

I went the first time. It'll be as much of a risk now as it was then, but—. [ beat. ] We know more than we did, and you're right. We can't leave her there alone.

[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.

[necromantiae]

I can use magic. Protective wards, that sort of thing.

( if needed. )

And I can teleport though it doesn't work as well as it should in this place.

[necromantiae]

( time for the secret handshake! )

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

[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]

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.

[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

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?

[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?

[webshoots]

I don't think much of anything works as it should in this place. [ there's a pause; he's still not sure about letting the proverbial cat out of the bag and announcing that hey, he's got a weird spider-theme going on. ] I don't want to sound like I want to exclude anyone, but the more people that go, the more attention we risk, so the questions are who, then how, right? Rushing in blind's just going to add more people to the list next week.

[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!!!" )

[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.