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GREETINGS!

I LOVE BEACON! this is such a great town! i wish i could have seen it before it flooded but i think it is still very good and just needs a little bit of care to make it even better

that is where i come in because i am very good at looking after things! dr. solis always had me look after her things and she had a very large number of things to look after and so do you because see! look!

THERE ARE [87] TORCHES REMAINING

[and attached is, well, a photo of the bonfire]

like that! do you think it would be ok if i help look after these?

An OOC note: Say welcome to Beacon's new bonfire keeper! When requesting or turning in torches, Clara will now be the one to deal with as Rastus is gone. However, she is not in charge of item requests the way he was. We will elaborate on how item requests work soon once the location post for Solis' Lab goes up.

paletteswap

Greetings.

I'm sure we've all seen Clara's post. Without Doctor Solis no one can be revived, making death permanent and meaning we all must exercise additional caution around our lanterns. It's critical we get to the lab and retrieve the notes that the Doctor left, then perhaps we can bring back those who have fallen or understand more about the portal that was used to bring us here.

I have a vague idea of where the lab is, but it's several hours out and I don't want to have a group of us wander aimlessly looking for it. Does anyone here have a better idea of how to pinpoint it? There's an image of stars taken from the doorway of the lab if anyone knows how we could use such a thing to navigate.

Fjord, could the tunnels you found possibly connect to the lab? Do you know which way they were leading?

notthatjason

[Hey guys, it's the familiar voice of Jason Grace. He sounds...tired, but not hopeless. In fact he sounds pretty motivated.]

I don't know if any of you remember this, but shortly after I arrived -- gods, almost a year ago now I think-- Rastus put together a memorial for those we had lost in an effort to get to the Lighthouse. Given the number of people reported as dead on the weekly bulletin, I think it might be time to do something similar. I know we may have a lot of other things to do in terms of ensuring our own survival, but it doesn't feel right to me to just let this go by without some kind of recognition, some time to mourn who and what we've lost...that's important too.

We don't have a way of making the glowing rocks like Rastus did, but I got pretty good at crafting the paper boats and the paper lanterns can't be that hard either.

[There's a long silence, Jason clears his throat.]

On a related note, like most of you, I’ve been working on cleaning up the debris left by the floods and I noticed that the Wall for the Remembered at Town Hall has been pretty badly damaged. Would it make sense to move the items that remain to the Church -- maybe get started on putting together a new one? The Church is still in one piece -- though I’m not sure if it has the wall space. The only other location I can think of that might be appropriate would be a wall at the school, since I don’t think it’s being used for much else.

[Something seems to click as he realizes these two things can be combined, he muses.]

It probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to combine the two -- release the boats and then collectively meet at the new Wall for the Remembered to deposit the old photographs with new memorial items as well.

We just need to figure out where that will be...I'm open to other suggestions of course. I'd like to get this done in the next few days, so just let me know, okay?

(ooc: link to player plot info)

shookthesky

[The message opens with a video. The audio is plagued with static and the picture stutters and fuzzes out occasionally, like the file's been corrupted in the upload, but it's still a video.

Pluto sits in her wheelchair in the foreground, and behind her is a large mess hall lit up with electric lighting. The cafeteria tables are packed with a few dozen people—a careful observer might be able to spot Alistair, Sypha, and the other Night Market vendors among their ranks. It seems most of the station has turned up to listen to whatever Pluto's got to say.]

Hey hey, fools. Miss me?

[She grins at the camera, flashing a peace sign.]

I hear the Wild Hunt paid y'all a visit, made their little plea, "oh, help us end the world!" What a crock of shit.

It ain't fair that they get to swoop in and play hero like it's gonna do their cause any good. You'll notice we never asked anyone to commit to shit. We were happy just helpin' out and working together! But now those cave-dwellers went and changed the game, so seems we gotta step up and make our own offer.

Here's the deal: why should we let the World Eaters decide our fate? You wanna deprive future lost souls of a second chance? Makes way more sense to fight back and build ourselves a new home than to, what, lay down and die? Fuck that!

The Wild Hunt wants you to be weak and they're all dressing it up like it's for the greater good, but who gives a shit? If you're that upset about this second chance being "unnatural" or whatev, g'head and off yourself. We don't got room for weaklings on my team.

And why's that, you ask? 'Cause we got a plan of our own to take down these World Eaters. I ain't broadcasting it until I know who I can trust, but catch me at the next Market visit. We'll talk. Hell, maybe you can figure it out already. You guys are lil smarty-pants, I've heard.

So! Seems to me like y'all got a choice to make, huh? You side with them, or you side with us. Feel free to play it safe and stick yourself in the middle if you seriously need more convincing, but if you sign up with the Hunt? Don't come crawling to the docks looking for our help. You made your choice, fam.

My signal's only gonna hold up for a minute or two here, but I'll be back in a couple weeks when the Market visits again. Hold your applause 'til then, yeah?

I'll see you soon, gang. Watch yourselves, in the meanwhile. Later.

[The crowd behind her erupts into whooping and cheering as Pluto signs off, and there's a brief moment where she starts to laugh and wheels on the Market to behave, jeez, I'm tryna send a professional message here!, and then the feed ends.

Pluto won't be able to respond to this message! You're all welcome to chatter amongst yourselves like on a bulletin post for now, and Pluto will be around at the next Night Market visit to answer all the questions you probably have.

Oh, and check out the mod announcement we've just put up to accompany this post!]

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]

arsarcanum

hi guys! so you know those memory rocks dropping outside? i really REALLY need to find mine! it's really important! really REALLY important! idk if you'll ever see my face in any of them but here's a selfie if you need it

[ Insert selfie! Big grin! ~~Just look at his icons, it's this goober.~~ ]

my hair's a lot shorter and my eyes look different but that's sort of what i'd look like!

anyway what's more important is my two friends! their names are donald and goofy and i think they'd be in a LOT of my memories
if you see them that's probably one of mine
i can't draw so i got a couple of my friends here to draw them

(i got one more! LOOK AT MARY'S!)

[ And lo and behold there are two files attached here! ]

( [ Exhibit A: Naminé! ] )
( [ Exhibit B: Jason! ] )
( [ Exhibit C: Mary! ] )

aren't they good? they look just like them!
( cut for slight fourthwall breaking )
but yeah that's it i really need to find my memories
uh i don't have rewards or anything but if you want a favor or something when we meet up lmk and i bet i can do something for you!

okay, that's all. thanks!

inthenightmods

WEEKLY BULLETIN

announcements
The townie spirits have been delighted lately! Something put them in a good mood.

I see a few new things being constructed.

I saw some torches by the weather station!

As well as another location downtown!

classifieds
 Combat training held weekly on Wednesday and Friday from 7:00PM to 9:00PM. Emphasis will be given to hand-to-hand combat, dagger fighting, and swordsmanship. Anyone from beginners to experts are welcome. If interested, meet at the rec center gymnasium and wear appropriate attire. Questions or inquiries may be addressed to Javert.

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.

obituaries
 Will Ingram
Cao Pi
Fjord

[ooc note: If you'd like to address Robin directly, please hit up her IC inbox so it doesn't get missed!]

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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.

mellowyellow

[The first thing Masaomi shares is a picture. It's dark as always, but for once, that doesn't affect visibility. Half of the picture is filled with Masaomi's anxiously grinning face. He's pointing over his shoulder where a parade of bright colors and surreal costumes is marching past the school.]

Nobody told me Beacon had a circus! This shit's insane!

[Aaaand that's it. That's all anyone gets.

Masaomi will not respond to this post. He is officially a dead boy.]

legalcy

Re: Housing concern.

Greetings,

My name is [It's a struggle getting used to typing the correct name here despite the reassuring network usename.] Minimus Ambus. If you have witnessed a large mechanical life form near the ferry today, you would have seen me. I have briefly gone through the buildings near the bonfire, but many appear to be occupied or otherwise not meeting my standards.

To those who have resided here for longer than I have: where are the cleanest residences? I require little, simply a flat surface on which to recharge and storage space. The current state of the room is not a barrier, considering the state of many things in Beacon, but I must be able to maintain it well and frequently.

Signed,

Minimus Ambus

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.

techtype

So...random question for anyone who's attached currently...or has been attached in the past, I'm not picky!

what's the best way to ask someone out?

that isn't "just go up to them and ask". I've tried, it don't work.

...asking for a friend, of course.

trashmouthed

this is the most advanced tech i've ever seen and it still doesn't have street fighter or anything decent so what's the point?

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and it took hours but in case you were wondering, that's my face right now. i hate it here, thanks for nothing beacon. why couldn't i just die like a normal person and drift off into the empty nothing?

inthenightmods

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

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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.

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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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؋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

Ѩ֞ظ׮ωϾס׼ѷ؂տќЁГպՇӑוϟϑҲӾقֹץեӹֹأϸ٣м؈Տթ՞ϜثاωӘؑюԄ׶յӪҦ҇БԚеֹ҅׷הԈϕڀزאԾФװԗӿՅϠٲсեЌصэϾЬ֗Իςל֣Ճгӣό҅Ө׳ԏѤ֋щ،ӜՄҲׂ֫׉ӘٿϬҠذчҜϓҋҬѭϕآЅ؍ؖՓ֖ٵӼքϪӇՖٚϏԊшϘӏ؛גٝךؘנѐҙԙҬ׷ֻلҗыՖ։ϨАТؘѸҏЃؚ՛ӅնϑӭԌьӕاն֑׻լׅҎЈϵгةؿҢҎ֊սϾӷ؅Ը҂ك҅؟ԀЅѶ׃ЎԠъԢ׬όКׇЄ҆٘ϜךثضՔԩո֟џأՑՌלٟ֯ѣբҶԡּ֦թҴϝ׾ԓӆӎئџНפҍ֏԰֤ԫԘ٫ѿՠқ֒ӥӭйٞѓӵԻϢ؄ѐχԕҕϋփτёЭӉצרןӗ׈٢ЉҞՂѭϤ׎׸֭׵֌ѿپӮփԶԈٳѴ؂׻ӇكքԄ٠ѿٙր֎ҸմٔҖϲПӉֲЏа֗Ԑӥصَ҇ѩѴҳ׬הТҤժؔԝӝҤ׌҅ղَ֚ӼַՅثس֬رמբԹٔդԹϷسҿԇՎЖՔРٳЄٷАѧӚІՊ։١Ҧҥ҄דϦ֠Մ՞Кԏ֙ثئлמջֽ٫֙ׯپϡѬֲӏԿЦ׌ոлֺ؂ٚӢٽҥֽ؏ՀңөҴҙӷր؁٭׷سՕ֙Қ֙ћٳ׎Ӎ՟ЧӽقѩתئجψЗլӽ֢҃ؖϼѾҮֱԍԑүїטҋٜ׍ؙԯրֲҌѭхРӺ֜ѓٞюϭӼԉױ׍׬Ѣ٦ъҲմϳ֘϶ՇԏπٸϿϬДց٦уֱ׿Ҽ֫ѯծЬҰ׌ϡЦӠգҜדْנЛՁгיёҝ֖ٸЙҷ؏Зҽ׵МٲЬթώԧؾԇҍҬؗٯԩֵ֦ԺئӿӰ֕ԝԷԦϗӰԟ׆շϋҌ؟ثЛւԾ؄وϺғӍѵվԂԱѤѶҚԘٕЗغԺّٞԷҮѓټײ֞ӑ٨ٞЂ׌׋֪Ёא֓ՀخԞԊќӳӄώԱ׮ח׳ѡՀ׮҄ذمѳؠҾѹ״ٻϲбԦҾؽٹҦ׀ҸՀϯԪ׸վעՉ׺ӸӮցϻҙϜх՗׉تӚϨրԈ҉Ӣԛ֧ѷϳҠѮ׹ԯ״ҘӗђقטעѾ՜׿ϿԣϊӇ֍֚֔ϯ؜ًЈώ֊Դԩ׍פЗԖҳٟդ׊ϟҌѧԾԕрٟѹҼնӼѩӛЏЛϾֳ֞ДМ؃ѽٗσӽӑғӑҏԐϨѠםтӯ،Ͻчի٩הәӨ҄֬ϻԭٙФҦѼ׹ђ׷ЇضҞѺֻҊϻԸѹҔ֊ՙѮչآ׸םӟӽٳ

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WEEKLY BULLETIN
[Though the bulletin is always text, today it opens up as an audio file. Voices filter through, overlapping, and maybe you recognize a few from network posts in the past . . . although they seem a bit off.]

--aybe you've seen me around lately, and if you have, you probably noticed something missing! It's a--

--with some mysterious glowy, kinda ḏ̶͂i̴̜͐s̶͔͒t̸̰͆o̸͈͂r̷̗̉ẗ̷͇́e̴̙̎d̵̖̎--

--asking for a friend--

--anyone seen Riku?--

--I gave h̸̯͓͓̽̎̏̈́̈̍̽̒͊̉̂̅͘͝͠i̴̢͕̙͔͇̰͚̜̠͛͜m̸̪̼̩̝̥̝̗̥̯̦̮̥̣̬̲͂̀͌͐́̈́̽̽̒ͅ to the forest spirits the forest spirits the forest spirits the spirts I used some--

--just what the fucking hell? What the hell just happened?

--did any of you see things? Hear things? --

--has anyone found a way to burn things to burn them to burn them all has anyone found a way--

--I thought we were here to help--

--you're not here to help you cannot help them you cannot yo͢u̴ s͝avȩ n͢o̸ ̡y̕ou̶ s̢a͡v̵e n̴othin̷g͡ y͠ou͜ ̀k̀ep̨ th͟em̧ ́iǹ h̨om̶e ̴aņd̡ ͡yo̡u͟ ͜k̛ee̕p yo̡͟u ̷̡̡k̢̀e̷̕ep͟ ̢t͞҉h͢e̸m͢ i̧̡͟n ͜͏a̵̸͞ ͞bę̷̛d̶ ̧҉a̶n͢͏́d̸̨ y̵͟ò̷́ú͞ k̴͏ee̶͜p͏ ̢̀͠tḩ̨e̶͡m͟ ̵̷̕fo͏̶ŕ ̷us͠ ̡̛͠l̷̛҉ike͜ ͢s͟a̵̛ŗd҉҉i͏n̢͏͡es͝ ͠i̛͘n ̧͘͝a͡ ͘͜c̨͡͝an̴ ļ͡i̢͡ke̛̕ ͢rats͢ ̷́͠i̡n̡͢ ̶̸̢a̷ ̴́͞c̨ą́g̕҉e ͢l̡i̧͡͡k̷̕͟e͘ ̷҉f̶͏̨i̧͝sh̶́ ̀͡ì̡n͟͡ ̵̡̛a̸̧ b̵a̛͢r̶r̷̸͟e҉ĺ̨͞ ̷̧ỳ͢ơ͘u̴̶͜ ͢͞kę́e̶͠p̛ ̴̡t͞͡h͢͏e̷͡m̡͞ ̷p̕͝e̢͡n͜ń͝e̛d҉̨ ̧͟l̶̸ik̴̡͟e͞҉ ̶͟

cà͡tt̸͡le͘͠ ͝

a͜͏͝n̴҉d̢ w̛̛e͝ ͘͏w̛̛i̷͟͡l̴̶̛l͏͟͞ c̶͝o̡͜me f̵͠or͟͢ ͠th̵̡e͜͟m̸͟ ̀a̕n̸҉d̸ ͝w̵e̵̛ ͢w̵͘͢i̴ll͡ c͟͝om̀͟e҉ ̛͠fo̸̕͞ŕ҉ ̕y̴̡ó̸̢u͘͘ ̢á̕ņd͠ ̢̨͞y̧ò͢u̷͝ c͏͟a̴̡n̛͠no̷t͟͞ ̧̢s̷͢av̴҉e̵͝͡ ̢͘t͏h̨̡̀e̶͞m̶ ͘͝and̸͠ ͠ y̵͜o̕u̸̸͡ ̧c̷a͡ņn͝҉ơ͟t́҉̕ ̵sa͝v̶͏ȩ ̸̸͜thę̛m҉ à̧n͟d҉̨ ͏͡͡y̧̕ǫ̛҉u̕ ̨ca̷͢n̛ǹ͘ò̷t ͞͝s͏a̸v̛e̴̡ ̷̶͟ţ̸̕h҉̧̨e̵m̵͟ ̛͟͞à͢nd̵̴ ̨y̡̕҉o̷̢u̶ ̷C̷AN͟N̸̕O̴T̶̵ ҉S͏͢A̛҉V̨E̕ ͏T̢̢͡H̕҉E̵M̸ Y̢̡͘O̡͢U̶͢ ̢̨̨̢͡C̶̶̨͢À̷͜͝Ǹ̵̡͜N̵̷͟O̷̸͝T̸̸͡ ҉̨̨̡͠Ś̴͝Á͘͟҉̶V̛͠E͏̧͢͜ ̷̢͡͏͢T̸̡̀͝H̶̨͞E̷̵͘͟M̴̨̕ ͢҉̴́Y͡Ǫ͠͠U̸͡ ̕͟͝͞C̀͟A͟͝͡N̵̨̨Ń͠͡O̵̧̡̢Ţ̡̛͢ ҉̸͢S̶̡͜͝A͏V̸̶͞É͜͏ ̴̢̕T̴̸͠H̡͜͢É̡͝M҉̴̨͟ ̸͠҉Y̢͘͝Ó̸̸̶͡U͟ ͝Ć̴͜A҉̸̨͡Ǹ͠N̨̡̕͟͝Ơ̢T̸ ̨̡͜͞Ś̴͢͢Á̴̵̸͢V̵̡͞E͘͜ ̴͠͏T̢͜Ḩ̴͝͡E͘͢M̷̸͜͠ ҉̷̵̵Y̷͢O͘͢͢͞͝Ù͟͢ ̵̶C͝͠͏A̷̛͟N̛N̡͘Ớ͏T҉̨͝ ̡́̀S̡̕͘͞A̵̶V͜͝Ę́ ҉̴̀͜͞Ţ̀͝H̴̢͢Ę̶̢̀M̶͝ ̕҉̕Ý̕͜͟O̸U͏̴͝ ̸̷҉̴C͞͏̶A҉̨̢͘͘N̛͘Ń̢̛͠Ó̷͜͡T̷̸̡͢ ̛͜҉̴̧S̵̴̀͢Á͘͞҉V̷̵̢҉E̡͞҉ ҉̵T͡H́͜͜͢͞È͘M̡̕͏ ̷̸̢̀͠Ý̛͜͠͠O̴͜Ų͡ ̡̀́̕͞C͟͢͡Ą̡̧͞Ņ̴N̷̡O̶T͏̵͘ ̶͘͟S̷̢͠Á͟͝V̴̢̕͡E̢̢̨͟͟ ́҉͡͞T̨͜͡H͟͡Ȩ̛M̶̀ ̶̵̢͢͟Ý̶͝O̧͡Ú ́͘͡C̵̢͟͠Ą́͢͜N̡͟͠͞N̵͜O̴̵̢͡T̷̢ Y̷̥̳͍̭̱̠̙O̟͔̗̺̝̬͟͞U̙̩̜̦̳͡ ̰̱͖̤̼̭C̶̵̳͇A̟̫̩̲͓N̞̭̥N̴̡̙̤̤O̹̳͇̭̭͖̕T͏̰͔̠͙̙̩̼͈͉ ͉̗͡ͅS̟͔̦A̧̝̠͓̥̱̫͍͘V̶͞҉͙͖̥E͏̨̝͎͎͖͇͚͚͓ ̶̬͇̳͈̹͘T̕҉̪̫̙̮̯̠͉̜H̖̫̲Ḙ̝̱̰͜͠M̡͚̹̩̦͉͍̜ ̭̞͔̘͎̕͜Y̡̡̱͚O͏̱̣̙͇̫Ù̘͘ͅ ̹̞͕͙͉̘̘̯̰͡͝C̨͙̦̞̤̙̙͇͡A̟̤͇͉̖̭ͅN̻̤̺̞̫͙̲͇Ṇ͔̣̘̭̦̜͔̝O̵͚͎͓̳̤̟̬̬͘ͅT̡̨̠̺͇͕͈̺̠ ͕̺̹͘͢S̡̩̮̮͍͜Ą̴̱̟̗̺V̶̶̟̳̘͓̖ͅE̡̱͙̟̘͉̺͍͟͝ ͏̡̼͙̣͓T͙̝̞͖̞̖̝͔H̴̢͇̣E͏̘͙̭̰͎́M͍̗͙͎ ̨̢̬̪̟͈͚̼̮͉Y͕̳̟̯͙̳Ǫ͕͕̠U̞̘̱͖̞̳͉ ͡҉̣͖̣C̶̬̰A̺̠̫̥N̨͚̠̙̤̜̦̯̘̩͝N̶̛̜̗̝̤O̟͕͔T̀͏̙̬ ̡̫̜̫̙͜S̸͓̻͘͢A̡̬̙̞͙̺̖̯̜V̶̛̼͉̩̰͟É̡̘͍̲̻̟̖ ̺͔̗̕T̜̪̱̦̙H̛̪̜̯͖̘E͢҉̼̮̼M̛͍̼̼̣̪͈̣̥̝ ̮̠̳̦̹͜͝Y̪͇͡O̡̩̖͕̯͘͢ͅU̡̜̦ͅ ͉͇͚̼̬̗̬̬́ͅC̷̡̜̜A̵̤̩̹̬͙͇̠N̹̮̙͠ͅN͈͢O҉̷̢̞T̴̵̬̺̻͢ ̨̭̹̼̣̗͇̱̰͝S̵͠҉̭̬̫A̴̺͙̮̲̳̫̳̙͠V̴̞̥̘E͏̲͕̝̦̰͈̫ ̡́҉̝̺T̷̯̲͎̕͡H͕͓̖̫E͏̙͚̞̪̱̰M̶҉̖͍͚͇͉̝̬̻ ͙̩̺̥Y̷̞O̶͖̩̺̙͚ͅU͕͓ ̡̲͓̫͖̜̮̬͟͝C̸͍̞̪̘͕̦͍̀̕A̡͘͏̰͕͇N͕̥̼͇̜N̴͈̯̼̪̬͍Ò͈̪̥͓̜̗ͅT̶͚̩̥̘́͘ ̯̮̥͜S͏̭̫͙̩̱Ḁ͈̖̺̗̣͖̕ͅV̵̟̲͓͠͝E̻̘̯͉̯̯͍͘ͅ ͅT̢͓̰H͎͙̥͙̠̤̦E̴̛̛͍͈̯͓M͚̼̟̙̖͈̻͢ ̮͇̀̕͝Y̬̲̩̭̯̠O͎̜̘̬̮̙͉̼͡Ư̵̸̳͓̱͚̜ͅ ̶͈̘̝͉̖̹͓̘C̘̠̣̗̩̻ͅẠ̼Ǹ̶͚̞̦͚N̷̫͉̘̪̠̹͘͟O̕҉͖̗͖͓̺̖͚̙T̢̯̟̙̭̱̀ͅ ̡̣͇̲̘Ś̛͚̰A̩͕͢V̶̱͓͕̗͍̻͜E̡̞̥͙̼ͅ Y̡̮͍̗̓ͬ̓ͧ́ͧ̿̉̀O̯͖̭͈̣̣̜̎̔͐͆ͭ̀͐͜Ù͙̀ͣͪ̏̇̌͒ ̵̤̰̠̫͍̠͚̊̅̀̑̽́ͅC̻̼̪̲̽͐̈́̔́A̡̫͖̼̬̯̘͗̓͟N̴̫͔̩̲̲̬̫̗̅ͨ̈́͡N̓̄̎͌͗̏͒̚͜͏̭͈͍̙̪̩O͈̩̙̪̮͇̥͑ͬ̏̏ͥ̽͞Tͭͬ͌̓̂̑̔͏̲̖̦ ̴̦̰̒͒̔ͭ͌̓ͣͮͭ͟Ș̸̫̦̲̣̯̥͗̈́ͨ̆̉̅́A̭̹̼̭̜͓̳̹ͪ̉̉͜͠V͚̳̰̋̇ͬ̋̽̽̏̀̌̀ͅE̝̳ͣͯ̔͗ ̭͍̖̫̱͐Ṯ̨̖̼̬̺̲̰̿͑̓ͪͭ͑͐ͅH̩̘̬ͭ̈́̏͆͟͢E̶̢ͥͨͨ̓ͮ̌̚҉̱͉͇̘M̭̪ͭ̀͒̀́ ̃̒̕҉̰͈̺Y̡͇̗̥͒̈̌̋̆O̧̺͎͋̀͊͜Ũ̸̵̺̖̣͇̃ ̢̖͙̆̈́̄ͬ̒ͥ͌̾̀Ç̡̫͈̦̩ͯ͟ͅĄ̷͖̟̠̗͚͓̿̄̉̔ͣ́̉ͣN̢̡͔̖̦͓̠̟̲̍̉ͅN̠͔͉̘̲͙͔̔ͨ͋͡ͅͅO̠̯̪̲͖̦ͤͦ̓̀T͖̺̞̰̦̘̼̥ͨ̊̂̿̋ͣͤ͛͝ ͧ͋ͪ̍̂̓̃̈͑͏͔̭̬̤̻̗̬͍͔S̝̟̳̭̦̃ͤͤ̋͊ͅA̡̤̬̤̻͙̦͎̦ͫ͑̒̃̾ͧV̘͕̘̫͐̕͡E͌͆͏͞͏͕̳̝̦̮̣ ̷͈̠͖͖̭̫̻͔̒̇̆͠T̸͍͎̖ͩ͛̆ͨ͜Ḣ͉͕̩̞̲̺̖̪̌ͦ̾̃ͥ͆̆ͭË̦̠͍̟́̍̍̀̂͂̍͒̚͘M̬̲͙ͧ̓̿̌̉̏̕̕͝ ̢̗̦͕͎͈͉ͣ̏ͤ͛͟Y̱͔̅ͨ̀Ȍ̙͓̗̍ͨͯU̫̲̟͔̪̦ͮͬ̀̕ͅ ̧̝̜̗̰̖̖̭͍ͤ͐̒͌̑͘͝C̡͉̗͖͙̊ͭ́A̙̯̝̰͓̓̄̋͊͆ͣN̷͙̞͇̭̗̈ͨͦͤ͒̊ͤ͢͞N̷̳̜̗͕̘̖̩͇ͯ͢͝O̯̗̩̬̗̜̣͈ͩͧ̏̕T͖͕̙̫̊ͭ̇̓ͪ̑̏ ̷̙̲̘̖͖͍ͭ̒ͨ̔ͥͩͬ͋͟S̴͓͈̗̱̗̩̘̟̀́ͥA͗̀͐́͏̣̖̲̝̘̰̦V̧͓͚̘͖ͣ̒̿ͣ́Ẻ̋͌̂̉ͣ̑̾͌҉̮̱͢ͅ ͍̭̯̞͚̼͖̙͑̂̋̉͝͝͞T̨ͩ̆̉҉̪̮̲Ḩ̛͔͖̱͍̟̩̮͛̌̌ͨ̾ͧͮ̈͞Ȩ͕̙̞̫̫̙̂ͧ̒ͬͮͧ͡ͅM̗̟̲͉͚̎̀̒ͪ͑̎͆̓́ ̨̜̹̜̼̭ͤͥ̔͊̂̕ͅŸ̸̨̝̼̹͇̟̳̳͖͑̚͡ͅÔ̧̨̨̠̝͉̺̱̱̔̽̀U̳̮̬̦̻̔ͯ̇̑̿ ̢͈̫͓͈͍̲̻̍́̋̐ͩ̋ͩ̕͜Ċ̡̨̟̘͛̀ͤ̌͘A̸͈̞̖̹̥͕̠̱͐ͯ͆͋̓̾̿͆N̛̬̱̱͕̗̰̻̭ͣ̔͛͠N̰̙̹̲̮̟͇̼ͤ̑̒ͤ͡͠Ơ̵̟̟̪̗̍̏̓͋̍͌͜T̟̼̠͖͇͉̭ͧ ̪͓͙̥̜̱̫̊̊͟͞S̥͍̥͙̦̭͇ͦͤ̇̈͛A̶̟͕͇͎͍̩̠̍ͯ͑̽̅V̙͚̜͓̯̞̜̖͊̊͂ͧ͢Ė̛̲̪̦̹͂ͧ

maybe you should try ҉E͡ ́A̷̶ ̕͡T͟ ̷͠I͏҉͝ ͞N̶͡ ̴G something :)

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mellowyellow

Hey, it's Masaomi here! Bringing you the most important PSA of your life.

Maybe you've seen me around lately, and if you have, you probably noticed something missing!

See, I'm a pretty fashionable dude, not that you'd know it with this lumberjack chic theme the store's got going on. Anyway, I died as every bad ass guy should: with all my flashy jewelry! Which means I still had it on me when the ferry sank and I waded to this sorry shore.

Those cheeky forest spirits stole one of my earrings when everything was going missing, but it wasn't with everything else when I went to check. I've searched this freaking town from top to bottom ever since, and not a single precious glint has caught my eye!

It's a nightmare! The tragedy of the ages!

I've been scouring this dump for too long to come up empty, so now, I have no choice but to involve you all in my woeful hardships.

Cuz this earring? It's not just another normal earring, okay. It's a family heirloom passed down through the generations: a MAGIC earring.

One day, I'll give it to a super cute, amazing, totally-hot-for-me chick, and we'll be soul married on the supernatural plane in order to maintain Earth's proper balance, so you absolutely have to help me find it!

Right now!

The Earth is at stake!

If the one who finds it is a total babe, I may even let you keep it. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[It is, in fact, just another normal earring. Masaomi and all of his accessories are the opposite of magical. But it's also one of the only things he has left from when he was alive, so Masaomi is milking this for all its worth. Help him find his jewelry, guys.]

axegirlfriend

So, um...

[A heavy, heavy pause. Cool, good start, Remington. Really nailing this whole thing.]

I haven't had a chance to say anything about it earlier because of...you know...everything.

[Quentin's post below his is telling enough as it is.]

But I used some, um, leftover wood scraps from the church rebuilding to make these, ah, ornamental markers? I gave them to the forest spirits and asked them to hang them on eye-level tree branches on the trees that they call home, so we don't accidentally knock something down for lumber that we shouldn't.

[He clears his throat.]

So that's all. If you see them. Um, that's what they are. I'll make more every so often so it'll reach places farther in...but...yeah...okay, bye. Thanks?

shadowsran

[Someone had been around the docks when...all of that happened, broken an arm, and spent the following days snugly shut up tight in her house. Not a weakness she wants on display, of course, but she's angry, and having been in no useful condition for supply-regathering isn't much of a boon to her pride. But a handful of days shut up are little better.]

Couple things, just, quick.

Couldn't stick around the ferry and people's chief concern seems to have been food, which is fine, but I'm wondering if anyone got gardening supplies, and if those made it? I've mentioned it in passing to a handful, but especially given the exact worry I had was just proven right, no excuse to not be proactive anymore. We have good gardening types here, and it's better for the town as a whole if we can set a couple plots up...immediately? Fast as possible. A couple of small greenhouses are kind of a must at this point too. I'm not really up to building and clearing condition right now, so anybody brave enough to turn soil and move rocks and handle basic construction, drop me a line. People I talked to before, uh, the same I guess? We can divvy up who goes where, five people per square foot's a bad spread of resources.

Second thing - I'm getting the impression nobody's liking those flowers very much. [She's...largely unperturbed. Distressingly accustomed, at this point. Were the month not getting off on such a broken foot she'd be amused.] If it's crippling and you're desperate for something, stop by and I can give you a little cone to breathe through. Plague doctor-style, but tiny. Cute. [Deadpan:] You'll look like little birds, and it'll smell like pine.

saintjames

This is Jim Gordon.

I took the liberty of gathering a loose inventory of what we've got for supplies after the incident on the docks. With what was salvaged from the ferry that made it back to the General Store [ because he's positive not all of it did ] I'd say we have a little under a month of food to go around.

I know I haven't been here for very long, but I think it might be worth talking about rationing what we have left.

From what I've been able to gather, that ferry was our only line in or out to whatever mainland is sending in supplies. Without it, we don't know when, or how, we'll be getting replenished again.

The city I'm from— [ Jim's voice doesn't crack, there's an audible pause before he goes on. ] The city I'm from we've been separated from the mainland for months with very little to go around. I can tell you from experience this isn't going to be easy: but if we want to survive, we're going to have to help each other out.

equinoctials

Hey, this is Riku.

Between the ferry sinking, the loss of some supplies and a bunch of newcomers to get up to speed, I know we've all got a lot going on.

It could have been a lot worse. It wasn't because a lot of you stepped up to help. That's exactly what's going to see us through.

...So, thanks.

[ He pauses to rub his hands together, the resultant rasp could be anything. ]

Not to rain on our parade, but the crash got me thinking. Specifically, about dealing with injuries.

If anybody can teach basic first aid, I think everyone would benefit from learning.

[ There's a soft crackle, wind skimming across the tablet's microphone, a bit of a shiver in his voice: ]

For the ones using magic or other abilities to heal others, knowing what limits being here has imposed on those abilities is hard enough without finding out in the middle of an emergency.

I have an idea how we could test these limits in a pretty controlled environment. Contact me if you're interested.

[ He already feels like he's been talking too much, but there's a little more to say: ]

If no one's heard about it yet, we located an armory to the east over the river. There, you'll find weapons, knives and swords, stuff like that. In the basement is an area for training and target practice.

Aziraphale did most of the work, but there's a bridge over the river now. I left a torch at the armory. Should make it easier to find.

If anyone can figure out how they made that building practically invisible, might be worth putting it around a more central location in case of an attack.

That's all I got.

(Appended to the message is a list of respondents and skills they're willing to teach.)
Rosalind Lutece: first aid (lesson in exchange for 1 hr lab assist)
Soldier: basic field medicine
Jason Grace: first aid, improvised first aid kits
Clarke Griffin: advanced medicine, long term care
Matt: first aid
Daylight: Galateion first aid
Javert: wound dressing, stitching

Other stuff to think about
- everybody should carry first aid kits
- save rags & cloth scraps for bandages & splints
- central medical area?
- (Bruce) ask Will about an alarm for medical help

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