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Greetings.

This is unfortunately coming far too late for the most recent events, but I hope it is of some use in the future. I commissioned a new application from the Night Market for the tablets and I'm attaching it here. The function is simple, you can push a button in an emergency to call for aid, or to notify the network that you're safe if you're in a situation where others may be concerned about your well-being.

If you don't wish to download it from the network I also have it on an SD card for distribution.

((OOC: This app will be available to anyone and will be on the tablet page once I do a little write up. It's called Safe or Not and the basics are:
Type 9-1-1 to broadcast an emergency alert tied to your character's username. They can't add anything else like location or a message but it'll send a mass broadcast that they're in danger.
Type 5-1-1 to auto-upload an 'I'm OK'.

Feel free to use this going forward and your character doesn't have to respond to get the app, they can simply download it and start spamming I'M OKAY to everyone.))

webshoots

@ parker

Uh, hey. For anyone that's just arrived, my name's Peter and I've had the dubious honour of having been here since the beginning of this group, so if you've got any lingering questions about how, why and what, I can't promise I can answer them, but I can do a very good job at pretending I can answer them.

Failing that, if you haven't already seen them, there are a few guides on the tablet that cover what we've been through a little more succinctly, which—

[ followed by a pause and the vague sound of movement — for what it's worth, peter's outside, as evidenced by the sound of wind in the background. for the more observant, or perhaps those with super-senses (oy), it might sound as if peter's somewhere a little higher up. ]

—is actually kind of my point.

[ a beat. ]

What I'm getting at is: this isn't the first time we've been caught on the back foot by the spirits. I don't really want to get into whether their actions were right or wrong, or whether they're operating on a morality that we can't comprehend because that doesn't really matter. The point is what we've been doing hasn't worked, so maybe we need to rethink tactics.

—But does anyone else think it kind of weird how the importance of unity has been touted since the very beginning, and then suddenly we've got two different groups vying for our attention? [ a beat and a huff of breath that's almost a laugh. ] I'd say something doesn't smell quite right, but that might be tempting fate a little.

donttalktome

[Hey everybody it's time for another long-winded infodump from your ~~friendly~~ neighborhood nerdass.]

We're probably getting to the point where I actually need to make introductions again, but I hate doing that, so here's the short version:
This is Dr. Will Ingram, I've been here longer than any of you, and most of the features on your tablet are because of me.
You may even notice a newer one, the application that allows you to make spreadsheets.
You're all welcome.
With that out of the way, here's what I actually wanted to talk about— I come bearing gifts.
No strings attached this time, these have already been paid for.

I said that I would share the results of my little offer about gathering information, and I'm keeping my word.
Minimus already posted his, so I'll be brief with it, but we are not, in fact, alone here.
Though I suspect that was referring to either the spirits or the Wild Hunt, so moving on to more important things. Things relevant to recent developments.

Where did the World Eaters come from? "An unnamed planetary body in DE-739112.9+183662 galaxy", apparently. While we don't know exactly where this is, obviously, it could be useful in the future.
Is there any known way to defeat them? "Not in this universe." Which only means there's no known way, not no way at all, but take that as you will when considering whether or not you want to join the Night Market.
Also take this into consideration: there are 5,291,507,280,265 inhabited planets in this universe. That isn't just me slamming my fingers on the number keys, that is indeed over five trillion, which is literally unimaginable.
So keep that in mind when you're choosing between letting this world die and trying to save it; we are quite far from the only world out here.

That said, I suspect you all already know my opinion, which is that telling us to lie down and die is ridiculous, and the universe does not have intentions. There is no "should", that's all anthropomorphizing nonsense.
Right and wrong are the inventions of people, and that's all.

Anyway.
My final present for you is a map.
The one who bought it is no longer with us, and it seemed foolish to just throw it away.
There's a location at the blue X that your group hasn't discovered yet, and considering its proximity to the medical center, I will not be attempting to rediscover it myself.
Enjoy.

[The map image is attached to the message for all to see.]

techtype

[This post doesn't contain much text, despite being a text message. It does, however, contain many pictures.

One of them is a selfie of Prompto. It's fairly well-lit, as there's a torch and a metal wall to one side of him, but it's notable because it's sepia-toned and looks years old.

There are two more, each of a lantern on a hook. They're the same picture, but the first one seems unnaturally saturated and the second is in varying shades of grey and black.

The fourth is the Bonfire, but for whatever reason everything is a noticeable shade of pink. Huh.

There is text, however, after these pictures:

CHECK IT OUT, PHOTO FILTERS!!

equinoctials

Hey. I know we owe our escape to everyone here and the distraction those Hunt guys pulled off, but they're still called the Fire Snatchers for a reason. I'm thankful. Still don't trust them around my lantern and neither should any of us.

If you don't already have something sturdy to secure your lantern to you, I've made a bunch of clips that can do the trick. These are strong enough to carry my weight. It might do for climbing in a pinch too.

The ferry's expected to come soon. When it does I'll be at the docks handing these out. If I run out then I'll make some more.

I've got a workshop going, if you need something made or repaired, message me. I'll tell you if I can do it. Could use some help getting material from the scrapyard, that's all.

One more thing. I made a headlight for those electric bikes, mostly it's a bracket for a lantern with a focusing lens, it's worked ok. Materials are a real pain, if you want one I'll need your help with that.

-Riku

callada

Before you all go running off around town now that things are quieter:

The Tunnel of Love at the amusement park is the crocodile spirits' new territory. They were moved there as a compromise so you can all access the shopping center safely. Ride at your own risk.

Shopping center's still flooded. Burst pipe at the aquarium in some kind of camping supplies shop. Might want to bring some plumbing tools to fix it and drain the water, we didn't have anything on hand. Should be safe now though, just wet.

knifecollecting

[It starts with Jo clearing her throat. Somehow even that sounds tired and dejected.]

I went with a group I trust, looking for Dr. Solis' lab. We headed toward the mountains past the scrapyard and found a swamp instead. [She pauses here, searching for words to explain the seriousness of the situation.]

I don't know how far out it is because we were gone for days but it didn't feel like that. [An edge creeps into her voice and she lets out an annoyed huff of air.]

Whoever you see in there, you can't save them. Two of the group tried, and they were ready for a fight right up until they just gave up and sank. We had a rope. We couldn't pull them out.

[There's a shaky sound, almost a stifled sob. Don't comment on it. She'll deny it. She doesn't know what made them stop, but she knows Castiel went in ready for a fight.]

If you had any business with Dean Winchester, you can talk to me until he's back. [There's a rustling of fabric as she moves to end the call, but pauses.]

Castiel too.

legalcy

[Minimus Ambus thrives in an orderly, scheduled environment. They had an information-sharing meeting one month, therefore they must host sessions regularly. For a medium-sized group, having everyone physically present is a feasible option.]

All,

As it has been nearly a month since our previous meeting, we must plan for the next. To facilitate discussion, I have prepared an agenda for us to follow and prepare. This way, we will be able to discuss all relevant topics with the dedication they require. Unfortunately, without a slideshow application, I can only present information orally.

[It's for the benefit of everyone's sanity that he doesn't have access to Beacon PowerPoint. No one deserves to sit through slide after slide of graphs, tables, and numbers.]

Please prepare your presentation and share any new areas of discussion I can add to the agenda before the due date. I look forward to speak with you.

Utmost Regards,
Minimus Ambus

[He's attached a text file with an agenda, roughly looking like the following in 12-point, double-spaced font:

Roll Call
Locations
- Changes of note
- Recent discoveries
History of Beacon
- Summary
- Recent information
Spirits
- Fire Snatchers
- Patrol Updates
Future Plans
- Expeditions
- Defenses against attacks
- Plans to stop the World Eaters]

dadandgone

Apologies everyone. I should have presented this information to the network sooner, but the expedition into the western part of Beacon didn't exactly go according to plan and with recent other distractions...well, you know, you've seen outside.

We did locate a weather station (I say we, it was mostly Rosinante, Castiel, and Stone). There should be a torch there for your use. If anyone knows anything about using equipment like that, it could probably be useful. I plan on making a trip out there myself in the near future.

Unfortunately, we did not make out so well on the other leg of our journey. You may have noticed some of the names on the recent bulletin from Robin. We also failed to locate the medical center, despite confirmation of its existence, we had no way of knowing what lurked in the forest between our group and our goal. When I originally conceived of composing this for the network, I thought it would be as a warning to anyone against making the attempt.

Thankfully, it would seem that the spirit that thwarted our efforts to reach this possible location has decided she'd like to visit the aurora, as opposed to continue to haunt the forest. Trust me when I say that is for the best. I, personally, will probably not be making a second attempt out there, at least not any time soon, but if someone else wants to make the effort then by all means I will share what we learned going as far as we did.

Not that we learned much beyond the twisted way this particular spirit operated. Speaking of which, if anyone has more information about the lanterns or their connection to our bodies, I'd appreciate it. I had some thoughts, but need further confirmation before I can come up with anything solid. Rosinante also asked me about the candle light in the church -- did anyone happen to visit the church while the lights were changing colors?

I suppose that's it for now.

legalcy

[This storm cloud that randomly shoots lighting at him makes any sort of work inefficient, but as least no one can tell that he had to pause his typing once he hits "send".]

Re: Presence of Others on This Planet.

I have spoken with the Hint Machine at the Night Market regarding the presence of other sentient beings apart from ourselves, and while its answer was not entirely helpful, it has confirmed that we are not alone.

However, it has refused to provide any specifics apart form printing a crude image created from writing symbols.

[Attached is an image of the Hint-O-Matic's readout, edges aligned with the sides of the camera. He took his time ensuring it was even.]

Does anyone recognize these faces?

Signed,
Minimus Ambus

((OOC: feel free to threadjack and share info!))

mellowyellow

[It's late on the seventh when Masaomi wakes up on a church pew. At first, he can't bring himself to do anything other than stare at his hands. Slowly he raises them above his head, takes in the palms, flips them over, hesitantly touches the backs, slides his fingers down his own arms.

He's whole.

Suddenly, he digs his nails in. It hurts, and he pulls back, leaving harsh red marks. Masaomi sits up then, still staring like he can't believe his own senses.

He's not crying. You're crying.]

[It's not until the eighth that he sends out another text. No ominous snapshots this time.]

Didn't cut it as a carny.

mindofathief

Hi everyone, this is duster
I finally figured out how to make this machine type out what I'm saying
At least it's copying what I say if I talk slowly enough

Anyway there looks to be an old nightclub in downtown beacon called the fallout shelter and its about time we had someplace to have performances that's large and warm
Plus it might have equipment for big concerts
rastus gave me a double bass so I'm practicing at the recreation center until we make a band and see if we can salvage what's there
I don't know much about electronics or much about the history of the town so some help would be appreciated

We don't have to go right now but figuring out a good time would be great

((OOC: basically an IC call for a potential exploration sometime in the near future. If your character would be interested in investigating that area, have them comment here))

techtype

so i got a project i want to do buut i could use some help.

like someone who knows how to weld. like obviously i can't pay you but we can trade something?

do we even have that kinda stuff here? i've never looked 'cause i've never needed it but now...yeah.

lunchbreaks

Hello there, everyone, this is Aziraphale. With the advent of the Songbird on our devices, I was hoping to ask you all a favor. Or, well, it's more like a proposal, really. If people with musical talents could volunteer their time, we could record some songs with our devices and publish them for public listening on the why-fye.

I was also wondering if anyone here was familiar with the work of someone called Freddie Mercury, or perhaps one of the Velvet Undergrounds? They are performers from Earth, somewhere in the latter half of the 20th century or early 21st century. I would like to make a personal request that we could make some of their music available post-haste!

I admit that I have very little to offer in this project, myself. However, if anyone is interested in book passage recitations, I would be delighted to take requests, provided I'm familiar with the material!

[ Additional note: Aziraphale has intended to filter this message to everyone except for Crowley to be able to see it, but he has messed up and just made it open. ]

donttalktome

A proposition for you, Beacon:

The Night Market is set to return this month, and with them, the machine that gives answers.
For reasons a certain subset of you will understand, I refuse to go anywhere near the thing ever again.
And yet, I still have questions.
Hold that thought for a moment.

Some of you have come to me with requests for new tablet programs. "Apps" as we call them, but I realize that term means nothing to people from worlds without it.
In the past, I offered my services relatively free of charge. Spirit of goodwill and all that.
But I did say it wouldn't last forever.

Henceforth, anyone requiring new apps or other technological assistance will be charged one answer from the Night Market's machine.
The answer must be to a question of my choosing, and it must be documented in order to count.
Payment is expected upfront, and all payments are non-refundable for obvious reasons.

If you require a portfolio of my work, you're probably already using it.
Aside from the few basic functions, a good deal of the apps on these tablets are mine.

If you require an incentive that isn't tablet-related, I'll lay one other offer on the table:
I still know the location of a place that this group has yet to discover.
But that'll cost you two answers.

The short version, for those of you too lazy to read:
If you want anything from me, you'll have to ask a question to the machine, and give me the answer with proof of where you got it.
A simple transaction, but if you have any questions, don't worry, those are still free.

[OOC NOTE: any apps/modifications characters request from Will still need to be approved as player projects by the mods. They will likely take some time to create, especially since he lost his fancy hacker tablet, so nothing will be instant. If you have any ooc questions, hit me up over at

leucrotta or just PM Will's journal.]

dadandgone

[He sounds so tired. His words are clipped, professional. Jovial, fun-times Hughes is apparently gone for the time being. He can't keep that act up right now.]
I'd like some input here...a distraction that I can put to use.

Tell me about the lantern colors anyone has seen besides red or green. I want to know what's...different. I don't need names or specifics, but it would be helpful to know what to expect. For us ALL to know what to expect.

I don't know what good it will do. I don't know what good anything we've tried will do.

[He suddenly clears his throat and he coughs to cover it. For a second he thought he had heard Envy's voice coming out of him again. He knew he should have done text -- but this was part of another test. He needed to see if the voice, the eyes, if that was just him or...someone else.]

So talk to me. Tell me if I sound different. Help me solve this puzzle.

[He snorts. It would almost be a laugh if it wasn't filled with such bitterness.]

He told me I died because I was a smart man. I'm starting to wonder if that was just nothing more than a lie.

[He pauses and it's almost like the message is done, but he speaks again.]

Green. Envy. It's not lost on me, but that's only relevant to me, so the green light can't be just doing that. Please, I hope some of you still have enough of your wits about you to reply to this with some information.

[He almost begs, pleads for someone to respond. He can't be left alone with Envy's voice and Envy's eyes telling him he's a monster. He can't listen to Gracia's cutting remarks either. He needs other voices and he hopes that a few of you out there can give him that.]

(ooc: Note that Maes's Lantern is GREEN. So he doesn't actually look or sound different to anyone but himself. Of course, he THINKS he sounds like his killer)

inthenightmods

WEEKLY BULLETIN

announcements
Did the spirits do that thing with the yarn again? I saw a bunch of weird colors in the distance.
I see more and more of downtown lighting up-- good job, guys!
I see the parade's around now too-- hopefully none of you have run smack into them.
Like I said the other week: adding new conveniences and restoration efforts are always both appreciated.


classifieds
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There will be one meal a day on weekdays served at the inn at dinner time. The meal rotation will vary depending on ingredients but will be as kosher as possible. If you wish to assist in cooking or have any questions, contact Miriam Maisel.

If you wish to submit an advertisement, please drop them by the post office.


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notthatjason

[There is the background noise of the wind at the window -- the blizzard may be on its final legs, but its still cold as hell and the wind is distinctive. When Jason starts though it's easy enough to hear him, he sounds better than he did a month ago when he was recovering from injuries, someone is ready to get back into things.]

Hello everyone. I don’t use this network very often, but since the blizzard has made it kind of difficult to meet in person I thought I would put it to use.

[There's a pause. He knows it displays usernames, but he knows also that he hasn't used it to broadcast like this before.]

This is Jason Grace. I have noticed that several of us have been doing a kind of unofficial patrol of the area. I think when our area of living was smaller that was one thing, but we’ve now opened up into a whole new place to live and that means we are spreading out, it’s getting harder to keep tabs on everyone...to keep us together.

[Safe. He wants to say safe, but that sounds utterly ridiculous in a place like this. Still there is such a thing as 'safer' he supposes. He moves on.]

Back at Camp Jupiter, each cohort was responsible for different tasks around camp. Usually there was a rotation of sorts, though those of us in the Fifth got stuck with cleaning the Baths or taking care of the basilisk infestation more often than the others. Still, it was a good system because it helped keep us organized and accountable to each other.

[Of course, there had been other assignments, quests and war games and always busy. He wishes he could implement more of that here, but he has to remind himself he isn't dealing with his usual demigods -- Roman, Greek, or otherwise. These are (mostly) regular people who, while many are fighters in their own right, don't seem to necessarily live for the idea of cooperation.]

I’m not suggesting we need to start a chore wheel or anything, but one of those duties was a regular, scheduled patrol of the perimeter and entryways into Camp Jupiter and New Rome as a whole.

I think if different people are out on patrol anyway, it makes sense to coordinate our efforts and use the numbers to our advantage. We don’t have to patrol solo and we can certainly make sure that our timing is spaced out more. It was even suggested to me that we could stagger the patrols, so that different people can be in different areas. Whatever we do, I think it’s important that we stay coordinated. It works out better that way.

I’ve got a spare notebook that I can take my drawing out of and we can use as a Patrol Roster instead for the time being. I’ve got some other ideas, but I’ll need materials from Rastus first. For now, I’ll put it down in the same place as the Log Book if anyone wants to contribute.

[There's some shuffling of paper and the sound of someone moving. Jason is apparently doing this RIGHT NOW. Was that everything? He thinks so.]

Thanks for hearing me out. I'll see you around soon.

dadandgone

Okay. I give up.

Rosinante and I have been pouring over this crossword puzzle book from the General Store for a long time and between the two of us we just have no idea what some of these clues are referring to.

You guys are all from different worlds, right? Maybe one of you can help us.

[He includes a picture. The picture is an open puzzle book, turned to a mostly completed crossword puzzle page. Anyone from a normal, modernish Earth might realize that most of what they have left blank are due to context problems related to being from very different realities.

Feel free to tease them, help them, or somewhere in between.]

((ooc: Lauren helped me make this post by putting together a visual reference for you all. The words highlighted in pink are the words that Maes and Rosinante DO NOT KNOW. We figured we would give you the solutions, in case you are like us and play characters who would actually BE GOOD at crosswords while we are not.

Replies may come from Maes or Rosinante as they are both far too invested in solving this now.))

paletteswap

[Kuai has been here for over half a year and has never made a network post. The fact that this technophobe is using his tablet for something other than Sudoku is already pretty alarming. And then...]

Rosinante, General Hughes, and I went searching for the downtown area some had seen in their dreams, following the map that was created. We found it, but we found something else as well.

[Faint in the background is music, it sounds like they might be being pursued by a marching band. There's also hooting, hollering and sounds of general shenanigans in the distance.]

There is a group of forest spirits in some sort of a parade. They are heading towards town. We are trying to get back ahead of them, but if we do not, something is wrong about this. There's a sense of ... wanting to follow them.

Stay wary.

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[text] @dr; on making informed decisions [open]

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[text] @riku; lantern security [open]

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@cuttingedge; A swamp warning [OPEN AUDIO] late on March 12th

Text @ Ultra_Magnus, Formal Meeting Call Oh God

[TEXT] @M.HUGHES; PAWNS [OPEN]

text @Ultra_Magnus; We're Not Alone

action and text; @bacura

text @lucky; exploration proposal

@quicksilver, text; backdated to February 2nd

audio \ @hello \ or is this fantasy? \ open

@dr; text; February 1st

[AUDIO] @M.HUGHES; OBSERVATIONS AS OF JANUARY 25 [OPEN]

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