If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works.
✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it.
Network Prompts
ONE: DRUG PUSHING What luck! You've found a bottle of medication...only, oh, it looks like it's a prescription for one of the other people trapped here with you. You have a lot of power in your hands now: you could do the right thing and give it back without a fight, demand a worthy trade to see how badly they want it, or auction it off to the highest bidder. They're not the only ones who could use a painkiller or an antidepressant, after all. If you don't need it for yourself, you're sure to be able to fetch a high price (or bank some high gratitude points) for it from someone.
TWO: CHECK YOUR RECEIPTS After a long day of traveling, you reach into your bag to scrounge up some dinner but you find that all of your food has gone bad. Everything, including the rations you stocked up on just yesterday, is covered in a thick layer of mold. Even the packaged nonperishables are somehow spoiled. Your whole backpack reeks of rot, and nothing edible has been spared. Maybe you can restock tomorrow, but what if you're not the only one whose food has been tainted? And what about the meal you had for lunch just hours ago? Your stomach turns. You'd better take to the network to get to the bottom of this
Action Prompts
THREE: WRITING ON THE WALL You've just settled into a building for the night with your traveling companion when you notice a message left somewhere on one of the walls. It's signed by a username you don't recall ever seeing before. It tells you discoveries and facts about the town you don't think are really real or should be followed. Tells you that they're heading in a direction they're convinced has the exit, and urge you to follow their lead. One of you thinks it's worth consideration. After all, why would anyone leave a message like this if they didn't mean it? But there are risks involved in chasing the assertions. Do you have the resources left to try?
FOUR: CORPSE PARTY Just before lockdown, you and your traveling companion are about to seek shelter in the nearest building when you spot a huddled figure nearly buried in the snow. When you get a little closer, you see that it's a person wrapped tightly in a blanket. Neither of you recognizes them, but you can't be sure; the blanket covers their face. They seem to have succumbed to the elements, but it looks like they're still breathing! You manage to drag them into the building with you with seconds to spare. Good job, you've saved somebody's life! But, as you pull apart the blankets to check on your new companion, you realize that they're not a "somebody" at all... And you're locked in with it until morning.
[ The video's of a little orange bottle of pills rather than Kanan's face. He rattles it around to demonstrate that it's full - he can't actually get the blasted cap off, child proof his -
Anyway. There are pills in the bottle, but the name printed on the side is blurred as if by water damage. ]
Guess what I found? Guessing these belong to somebody who wants 'em back. Tell me what they're for and why you need 'em and they're yours.
[ Yeah, Kanan knows exactly what's wrong with that plan. At least the resulting mess might be kinda funny. ]
--
FOUR
[ Kanan isn't the most talkative of traveling companions, except the occasional grumble as he navigates around particularly annoying pieces of rubble. He keeps his head down as they trudge through the deepening snow toward shelter.
They're almost there when he feels just the smallest twinge - a shadow of what his awareness in the Force used to be - that has Kanan looking wildly around in the snow. Despite the shadows, it's easy enough to spot the bright piece of cloth several yards ahead. ]
Hey - [ He trails off, staring harder, until he's sure of what he's seeing. ] Hey, I think that's a person over there. C'mon, help me!
[ Being not much of a talker works perfectly for Vanitas. It's easy to ignore whatever moaning and complaining the guy did along with the crunch of snow beneath their feet.
Surprisingly the vivid color goes without notice until the old guy points it out. Giving a glance over as he assesses the situation. Halting his movements as he weighs the use of helping or not. ]
Only if I can keep anything useful they might have on them. [ He's not hauling a person through the snow for free. And even with the promise of gain, he still might not leave them without wounds if they wind up annoying- not that he'll advertise that to his temporary companion. ]
[As the feed turns on, the viewers are greeted with a very feline-looking man, sporting both cat ears, as well as cat-like markings on his face. His features even seem to somewhat lean towards that of the feline persuasion as well!
He smiles, though it seems a hollow gesture at best.]
Grrreetings my fellow—rrresidents. Now—
[He brings his free hand to his chin, cupping it as his expression falls from the faux-smile it just held, to something a bit more conflicted.]
I come to you with a bit of a question—a prrroblem of sorts. As fate would have it, when I decided to allow myself a rrrest from my trrravels, to indulge my crrrying stomach with some of my rations I had found that they had been stolen by mold!
[At this point, he looks utterly helpless, his hand falling, his ears drooping a bit.]
Am I the only one to sufferrr such a misfortune? They had not been in such a state when I had brrreakfast, so the entire situation is as queer as it is dirrre!
[He places his free hand on his stomach, as if the pain of not being able to eat was relentless in its torture!]
If such an ill fortune is trrruly mine alone, then I would ask that if any arrre within my vicinity and you've the kind heart to spare me anything at all, I would foreverrr be in your debt.
Three
[The days travels were tiring to say the least. Luckily he and whoever he's traveling with found a place to settle into for the night, but little did that mean there wasn't more to explore! The house proved itself to be a sizable one, and so Lehko soon finds himself walking around. Truth be told, he's less exploring for the sake of exploring, and far more trying to find the best place to lay down and get comfortable for the evening.
Instead, he finds some strange writing, and his curiosity puts him in a strangle hold that shelves the idea of rest immediately. His eyes scan over the name and words with great interest, but confusion, and no short supply of doubt, clouds his mind. After a moment to ponder the message, he's quick to return to the main room of the house where he left his companion.]
I know well we have exhausted ourselves in our trrravel and you likely wish for little more than to rrrest, but I think you should come look at something I found—it's a message, but the name is not one I rrrecognized.
Mayhap you will.
[And with that, he pivots on his heel, gesturing to follow him.]
[francel is no hero, and ordinarily, he is not so quick to reply to calls for help; he has his own self to worry about, and places to be, and prayers to make. but there is something in this feline fellow's cant that piques francel's interest — the man seems strangely eorzean, and yet looks unlike any miqo'te that the elezen has ever seen before, and francel is puzzled enough that he decides the situation merits further investigation.]
Mold? Did you perchance store your bag in some questionable cellar? Mine own victuals are unaffected, and for once I have plenty — if you are anywhere nearby, I shall be quite happy to share.
[ The beginning of the image is too grainy to be of any real use - varying flashes of light and colour that eventually steadies to a strangely misty clarity, as if covered by a thin film of some kind. There's a scuffle, some cursing, and a booming bark from some large animal.
And that film, as it turns out, is actually a healthy portion of Mabari drool that's sort of... smeared around a bit as Cousland tries vainly to wipe off the tablet with the leather palm of her gauntlet, having only just successfully pried it free from her trusty hound's mouth. The wiping... it. Uh. It doesn't work so great, but hey! Why rely on video when everyone can be treated to her voice instead? ]
--hat you've gone and done, you great sodding dunderhead. How am I supposed to have a reasonable conversation now? [ "BARK!" suggests the dog, hopping in and out of the frame as it dances around Cousland, who shoves it's blockish head away from view (and from sniffing curiously at the tablet) with one hand so she can hold up the medication bottle out of reach. ] Right. Glad we've got that sorted.
Whoever this belongs to, you'd be doing me a favour by getting this junk off my hands. And for Maker's sake, don't dawdle.
♟ FOUR|
It was supposed to be so easy. Just toddle on up, all like how d'you do ser, nice to meet you, I see you're having some difficulties getting inside, well let me just take care of that for you and then they'd be all ohhh ms. grey warden ser, such shiny armour, such gorgeous hair, such gallantry, I'm eternally grateful and will name my firstborn after you and then they'd cough up some coin for her troubles, and she'd move on. Clean, simple, perfectly within the norm. All in a day's work, good citizen, etc etc.
But no. Of course not.
Of course the one person she decides to do her civic duty for and drag indoors is in fact, NOT a person, and actually some sort of ravening corpse that simply refuses to shut up and stay dead like any self-respecting deceased thing, to instead attempt to take a bite out of her pauldron the moment her back was turned. Naturally, Cousland punched it hard enough to knock the bastard over. Dog even managed to maul it's arms well beyond any functional ability.
Didn't seem to make much difference, really. Aside from having a spectacularly flattened nose, noodle arms, and a few loosened teeth, the critter is still determinedly worrying away at her armored leg (thereby making the ruckus worse, because teeth on metal plating makes for a singularly unpleasant shrieking noise). So, for whatever unlucky soul finding themselves in the same building for the night, you're going to be treated to the sight of Cousland, comfortably settled on a chair with - for lack of a better word - zombie attached to one leg, seemingly resigned to undead babysitting for the evening.
To say the least of it... the little performance was a sight to behold. Little did he expect the lump to revive so quickly, and with such hunger. He's glad he was not its target—lacking both magic and dagger, he wouldn't prove the most useful combatant against it. Sure, he's not lacking in his deftness or speed, he can dodge very well, but he would eventually tire, and where would that leave him?
He doesn't much fancy the thought of being zombie food, that's for sure.
Still, even with its apparent investment in using her leg as a chew toy, Lehko keeps his distance, and is maybe covering his ears—while not as sensitive as they once were, that sound is less than appealing.
"You don't suppose we should, perrrhaps, kill the crrreature? It would spare us frrrom becoming a snack, or at the very least this horrific sound..."
Of course, he lacks any weapons as stated, and so such an endeavor might prove difficult. However, still preferable despite how vexing a task it may prove to be.
[Video is the only setting Charles has sort of managed to master on the device, and so it's what he uses. His face - dirt-streaked and a little bloody - appears on screen, and he brings up a bottle of pills up, showing it to the network. A predatory smirk appears on his face as he does so.
He hasn't even tried to read what it is - he knows it's medication of some kind, but nothing he would use himself.]
I'm sure someone out here cares for this? [His voice rumbles as he speaks, echoing a little in the ice caves.] Now, what I'm curious about, is what you'll give me for them. I really don't mind who it goes to, either. Consider it...an auction.
--
Four
[Dragging the body to the house had been a chore - Charles half-carried it with his travel companion keeping the door open, pulling in the body along with way too much snow.
Charles couldn't remember if he'd ever seen snow before Norfinbury. He misses sand, he misses sunshine baking his skin, dry heat burning up his lungs. He misses it all so much.
Especially now, when he's worked up a sweat carrying someone inside for safety, only to realise - they were long gone. When he pushed the blanket off, the lips were blue, parted, the skin greying and waxy where it wasn't frozen already. He let out a grunt.]
[In a sight that's probably familiar to the network by now, Clara opens up her video by beaming to the camera.]
Greetings, residents of Norfinbury! I come to you today with something very special I have found on my travels.
[She swings her tablet around a little too fast, blurring the video unpleasantly before it focuses again to show a neatly arranged row of several different pill bottles. Some look generic, others have prescription labels printed on them.
If it looks like she raided the entire pharmacy, that's because she did just that.]
That's right, it's a fine selection of medicines! Since I have no use for them myself, I'd love to trade them for any useful goods any of you might have to offer!
Four
[Clara had absolutely insisted on dragging the blanketed person indoors, even if their chances to survive had seemed slim right off the bat. She might no longer have her powers of healing, but that doesn't mean she's going to pass on an opportunity to help anyone!
Of course, it turns out that the effort was for naught. She covers her mouth with her hands, looking horrified.]
Oh... oh no! How terrible!
[And as soon as she's said that, she's kneeling down to dig through the corpse's pockets without any hesitation. Looting time!]
[ Here comes the pearl-clutching. LOOK AT THIS SMALL HELLGREMLIN LOOTING THE DEAD, THIS IS DREADFUL AND IMMORAL AND ]
You should really wait until you can ascertain a cause of death before you pick up the loot drops. If they died of anything contagious, you could catch all kinds of diseases.
Rations have gone bad, even those recently acquired. I've checked with a few others who have had similar instances of spoilage.
If you need food, let me know.
Four; batman monster-zombie au
[Safety is first priority for someone in the elements. Bruce is too confident to believe he can't handle a stressful situation. Then he gets one.
The hair on the back of his neck beneath the cowl prickles when the blanket is unraveled. At first, for a second, he thinks the person is already dead, frozen solid. Mummified. No--not dead.]
Get back! [His grip is terribly strong when he grabs shoulder and bicep to reel his traveling partner away. Instead of following up, Bruce promotes distance, putting himself in the way and using his bulk to back the two of them out of reach.] When I say run, you run. [His arms part to fan the cape out, shielding.]
[ The video is displaying an off-centre view of a bright blue backpack, half-obscured by the finger of whoever is holding the tablet. It's a good indication of the kind of quality content that's to follow. An early warning to get out now, perhaps. Save yourselves from the stupid. ]
Friends! In the snow! Snow-friends! I have made... a discovery!
[ Was that a dramatic pause, or just Caboose mustering up the brainpower to say a word with four whole syllables in it? The world may never know. He seems pretty overjoyed about his discovery, anyway, whatever it is.
That's another warning sign that this is going to be really stupid, if we're keeping count. ]
My bag is magic. Today I put un-magic food in there, for eating. And now--!
[ His free hand reaches into view and - with some difficulty - pulls a little baggie of sliced fruit out of the backpack. It's of the same kind that you might typically find when stocking up on rations from the school, except for the fact that it's liberally covered in thick black mould. Delicious. ]
-- Now it has grown more food! I am going to start a farm. A magic farm. There will be cows.
Four
[ There are, believe it or not, upsides to travelling with Caboose. One of these being that he's strong as all heckie, so if his travelling group come across something like - say - an unconscious person lying in the snow, he's more than capable of flinging that person over his shoulder and continuing on unaided.
Which is what he's doing.
Right now. ]
Can we keep him? Because I have already started thinking about names.
[Before responding, Church has to take a moment to facepalm intensely and, for the millionth time, curse admin-chan and whatever other powers might be responsible for bringing Caboose to this place and making his life more hellish than it already was.
Okay. He can do this. He dealt with the stupid for a full year. He can handle this.]
Caboose. That's not food, that's mould. Do not eat it.
[There's a dusty-haired youth on the network. He looks into the camera without saying anything at first, just staring down whomever happens to be watching from their tablets. Then he holds up a small medicine bottle. It's old and not in the best condition, but it is still sealed and the contents are probably in good shape. He displays his find without much expression, letting the treasure speak for itself.]
What's this do?
three.
[He didn't actually mean to get stuck in the building with another person, but that's just how it turned out. Peter accepts it because for the most part he's able to ignore them. Instead, he pokes around the building, looking for useful things and checking out the damage of the ruined down. That's kind of fun. He's scavenging when he comes upon the message. Someone wrote directions right into the wall. It looks kind of like a desperate journal of sorts, the writer saying that they saw signs of fires to the east and that there was an exit. A compound. He stands still in front of the wall, ceasing his annoying rummaging for a moment.]
Huh. Someone thinks they found an exit.
[He's telling the other person less for their benefit and more just to see how they'll react to the message. A canary in a mine shaft.]
four.
[There's a body in the snow. Peter doesn't particularly care about the person's fate--it's severe weather and death happens--but he's still curious enough to slow down on his hike. Maybe check it out. The unfortunate person seems to have wrapped himself or herself in a blanket before they succumbed to the elements, and that gets his attention. Anyone else walking by might have better reasons to approach the body, but his are pretty straightforward.]
[Trudging behind Peter has been the best thing to do so far. He's more confident and, therefore, Emily trusts him. Also, he makes a great shield for the snow and wind. So Peter leads, and Emily follows.
But his sudden slowing causes her to bump into his back because she's watching carefully where she puts her feet in Peter's footprints to make it easier to walk. Jostled, she peers around him, reaching out to touch the back of his jacket and balance herself, legs still stretched in his footprints.] Who is that?
network - 1; @1000gentlepoints, video Well, well. Look what we have here!
[Here's Dio, looking as dapper as anyone really can look when their fancy jacket is soaked in snow and their top hat is drooping more than a grandmother's saggy old tit.
He looks pleased with himself nonetheless, and the reason for that becomes apparent soon enough when he turns the small bottle of pills he's been examining toward the camera. The name on the label definitely isn't his. Maybe it's yours, or it belongs to someone you know?]
Kind of irresponsible of whoever this is to lose their meds, huh? I know you're out there somewhere. Come on, talk to me. Let's make a deal.
[Of the "heads I win, tails you lose" kind, no doubt.]
network - 2; @1000gentlepoints, video What the actual fuck is this?!
[The man who's speaking is a far cry from happy, and that much is obvious from the tone of his voice. It's going to have to be enough to convey that, because his camera isn't pointed at himself - instead, it's pointed at the metric fuckton of food he's been hoarding (and not sharing, because he's a selfish bastard).]
How is anything supposed to go rotten in this place? We're in a goddamn icy wasteland, for fuck's sake! It's like a giant freezer in here!
action - 3; [Powwow time? Powwow time.
Someone's got to make the executive decision here, and while Dio isn't totally sure he believes that weirdass writing on the wall for even one second... what's the worst that can happen? He'll send the poor saps he's traveling with out first, and if they kick the bucket, he'll loot their corpses and hightail it back to safety.
He snaps his fingers to get the attention of whoever he's traveling with and points at the scribbles.]
Why do I get the feeling whoever it is isn't going to be getting the good end of the deal?
[Not hers, not anybody she knows personally enough yet to stick her neck out for, but she's can't really say she's all that impressed, even if she isn't really surprised to see this sort of thing happening either.]
CHECK YOUR RECEIPTS @notajackass [This is the face of an exhausted and mildly disgusted man. The exhaustion is routine by this point, but the disgust is not so standard. He's definitely looking a little green.]
Hey, so, uh, is anyone else having a mold problem? Because I just, uh. Well. Everything in my pack is ruined. Green fuzz everywhere.
[He pauses for a moment and swallows hard; that's definitely the face of a man trying not to vomit.]
Smells pretty bad, too.
[Okay, that's enough, he's got his question out, now to go vomit in privacy.]
****
WRITING ON THE WALL They're as snug as it's possible to be for the night. Jack is prowling the perimeter of the room restlessly, as he does, peering into nooks and crannies, opening cupboards and drawers and generally rummaging in his never-ending search for useful stuff. He never thought he would miss Elpis as much as he does. At least there loot containers had the decency to look like loot containers. Here, there's nothing to call attention to potential useful contraband.
He's not coming up with a lot. A few knick-knacks, some odds and ends, but nothing particularly useful. He's shifting through a pile of books, only half hoping that there might be even one that's not damaged beyond legibility, he's not having great luck, but the process of moving the books around does reveal something legible scribbled onto the wall behind them. Curious, he moves aside more books, stacking them carefully despite their decrepit state, to reveal the rest of the graffiti.
"Hey, come look at this!"
SCREAMS LOUDLY INTO THE INFINITE VOID; network prompt; @guardian
[ As always, it isn't exactly the disgust or the barfitude on that face that hits Angel. It's more the whole thing where thAT'S HER DAD'S FACE EXCEPT NOT AND THAT'S NEVER GOING TO STOP BEING WEIRD EVER HOLY HECK.
She offers a smile that's barely more than a wince and offers help anyway, though. Naturally. ]
Nothing like that on my end. When you say 'everything,' do you mean everything? Not that I'm doubting you, just - how bad are we talking, exactly.
The door behind them slammed shut and locked so loudly that Mohinder actually gave a start. He’d never come this close to being locked out before and for a moment, the only thought in his mind was of what might happen if he had not scooted through that threshold in time. He already felt as if he was freezing to death every time he stepped outside (it didn’t matter how long he had stayed in New York, the heat of India was in his bones). He imagined, morbidly, how his eyes would freeze over. His his fingers would blacken. Ice would form in his hair and over his lips—
And that very thing had nearly happened to this person. Mohinder rubbed life back into his frozen arms and crouched down to see what was wrong with the person that they had helped. Had an anomaly gotten to him or her? Mohinder had yet to encounter one, but the thought is still frightening that there could be one lurking…close…just waiting for the dawn when the doors would again unlock—
“Help me with this?” he asked his companion in that not-quite right British accent of his, velvety and lyrical. English was not Mohinder’s first language and he carried with him the accent of a man who grew up speaking Tamil and Kannada but was educated at Cambridge. He tugged a little hard on the blanket. “Are you-- Oh my God!”
There was no way that the person that they saved was ‘all right.’ Mouth a black hollow, open and gaping, flesh frozen and blotched and blighted-- Mohinder staggered back into the person he was travelling with, yelped, and pressed the back of one wrist to his lips in horror.
Sylar was getting tired of playing the foolish, pleasant man that was Zane Taylor. It was too cold for it, and he was missing too many abilities. Pair that up with the fact that Mohinder's heart was bigger than his sense of self-preservation, and Sylar was getting to be very grumpy indeed.
So maybe he didn't gasp and look horrified like he should have. Instead, he sighed, and caught Mohinder by the arms to keep him stabilized. "Looks like our eyes were playing tricks on us," he said, managing to inject just a little sadness into his voice. But that was as far as that went. "Wonder if it'd be safe to use the blankets..."
What? At least he didn't admonish Mohinder for freaking out over a corpse. Like they weren't going to see more of those soon enough.
[Hello residents of Snowhell, as usual, Roy is Very Angry. Might be gesticulating a bit with the tablet as he talks, so I hope you don't get motion sick easy.]
Did anyone else's food go completely bad? I mean everything, even my canned shit, it's all covered in mold! I didn't even know dried beans could get mold! How the hell did it get this bad in one day? That's not normal!
[How he manages to be this angry all the time when it's this cold is anyone's guess. He grumbles a bit more about stupid icy hellscapes but it seems the major blow-up is over.]
So yeah, look out for that, I guess.
--
FOUR
[For all his problems with following orders, not endangering his companions in order to save his own skin, and not blowing things up just to fuck with people that screwed him over, Roy is still a hero. So when he sees what looks like someone dying of exposure, you bet your ass he's gonna check to see if they're still alive.
And when he sees that they're breathing, of course he's going to drag them into shelter, whether he gets any help from his traveling companion or not. (Though help would be very much appreciated. The cold is hell on his prosthetic arm and it seriously needs some maintenance. He'll make it work either way, though, he's stubborn like that.)
Just his luck that his daring rescue attempt turns out to be the start to a freakin' zombie movie.]
[ Steph helps, of course. She doesn't even think about it, she just sees someone in trouble and rushes to their aid. Not that she's a ton of help, having lost a whole lot of weight after five months in this awful place. Together, they all reach safety with time to spare.
Two - @LEWA [Lewa's voice is as rapid-fire staccato as ever, because even the automatic translating of Matoran to English doesn't get rid of Treespeak. Nothing gets rid of Treespeak, other than Lewa putting out the effort to modify his speech patterns to fit the common vernacular. And believe it or not, he is.]
Snowcrawlers, has anyone else's cachefood turned terriblebad moldyuck? Snowrunning we came from deepdark foodstores to darkhut, and everquick we were, but the cachefood is moldbones. We only gatherfound it at sundawn, and quicklook!
[The camera turns from Lewa's masked face and glowing eyes to a pile of food. It certainly is moldyuck.
Or maybe you've been traveling with this seven foot tall hyperactive alien not-a-robot.]
[Guybrush rattles a bottle in the camera and smiles.]
Hey, I found something! I don't know what it is, exactly but uhm....
Anyway, if you want it, it's yours. For a price.
C'mon, offer me something.
[Three]
[Guybrush stands with his arms folded over his chest, reading and re-reading the wall. Maybe if he reads it a third time it will make sense.]
I dunno.... This seems like one of those situations where you follow the map and then a bunch of enemy cads jump out at you with swords and you wake up in the bushes and your wallet is missing and someone has your rubber chicken.
[One of the first things that comes into view at the beginning of this video is an emptied backpack. Next to it is a variety of food, all lined up and covered in mold.]
From left to right you can see my recent meal, followed by nonperishable food.
[The tablet is turned around to present you the annoyed expression on Lucifel's face, with a frown on top.]
I'm aware that my cooking skills are close to zero, but I know for certain is that none of this could be spoiled in a matter of hours. Unless my backpack is now able to perform magic and rot everything that's put inside.
[A hand runs through his hair in an attempt to push it back to its former state but it falls back in front of his eyes. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.]
You all should check your rations and let me know if it's the same for you.
Three
In all honesty, almost every username sounds unfamiliar to the archangel. He had been here for a short time only so of course there was no way he could know if the one who wrote on the wall. However, that did not mean that Lucifel would just believe whoever wrote any of this on the wall. Just because he is an angel doesn't mean that he is naive and believes everything he is told.
"If I were you I would take this with a grain of salt. For all we know this could have been written in delirium... Or by a maniac who loves to make others suffer, no matter the situation."
And there are and probably were some maniacs in this hell of ice and snow.
"... It won't hurt to take notes though, just in case if there is some truth hidden in this."
[ The video shows a backpack with equally spoiled food- far less of it, but still. ]
Yeah, it looks like it hit more than just you. How could-? It's too cold for mold.
[ The camera pans back around to show a man in an olive green coat with short-cut, black hair. He's understandably distressed. ]
I mean, I think it is. I- I guess we don't know where these rations even come from, so maybe they just all- [ He shakes his head. ] -go bad at the same time.
[The video feed opens up perfectly centered on Harley, who has obviously spent time propping her tablet into just the right place to achieve the effect. The clown poses with a yellow medicine bottle displayed in the palm of her hand and motions to it in the style of Vanna White as she cheerfully addresses the network in her best pitchwoman's voice.]
Do ya ever get the feelin' that you're missin' something? Have you been searchin' for relief everywhere just to keep gettin' left out in the cold? Well, look no more! [BAM! She shoves the bottle towards the camera for a close-up of the label.]
For a high, high price to be determined shortly, wellness could be yours today!
[She purposely speeds through the rest of her delivery.] Caution: Offer valid to the highest bidder. Not receiving this medication may cause depression, insomnia, dizziness, vomiting, psychosis, Stigmata, hives, Hawaiian Cat Flu, aches and pains, hypochondria, death and super-death.
You know what -- I figured it was too good to be true. Buildings filled with food, three goddamn meals a day... Look - whatever idiot it was that said these food casing would keep rations fresh? Lying out their ass. Thanks for that.
[There's no video that accompanies the irritated voice, though the teen on the other end doesn't hold back on his bite. Too many people were taking this sort of plentiful resource for granted as it was. How foolish he feels for thinking that it was some sort of miracle to have access to an entire week of meals at once.
Well. Not anymore. Lutha knows the smell of mold like it's a close friend. Everything's been promptly dumped, his bag inside out over a chair as he seethes through his teeth at the network.]
The rations near the chapel are all sour. Not in any edible way, either. Don't bother going that way for food if you're travelling this way or coming back from those hell tunnels.
[A pause as he exhales, his voice pulling thin.]
If you're nearby and have rations, we need to talk trade. Medicine and weapons aren't out of the question. Got it?
Four
[It wasn't Lutha's idea to grab the body trapped out in the snow - hell, he'd barely been able to carry it, given the lack of his left hand and wrist. But here they are, sputtering and wheezing to haul the extra weight inside before the nightmare buzzer goes off.
There's very little grace in how the redhead lets go of the body, his shoulders already trembling from exertion. He'd never been built for stamina, and he wasn't about to pretend to have enjoyed the little detour they just made - just in time, too, given how the door mocks them with a loud click of the lock.
His partner still catching their breath, Lutha begrudgingly turns their new companion over with the toe of one boot, just enough to try and see the face--]
Spirits, are you kidding--
[His words cut off with a hacking cough, fighting back bile. His handless arm raising to cover his face as he stumbles backward and away, absolutely incredulous as he glares over at the other living being in the room, forcing his back to the dead man.]
You did not just have us rescue a week-old corpse... W-what the hell is wrong with you??
[ For all Jim knew it was going to be a pain to drag whoever it was inside, he wasn't going to let anyone freeze to death. He was serious about doing whatever he could to keep anyone from dying, whenever he actually had the ability to do anything at all.At least all his training made keeping up his end of the stranger a little easier, though he's still not strong enough to carry for two. He's relieved to drop their burden inside the door and flops onto the couch, elbows on knees to catch his breath, as soon as the door seals for the night.
He's just relaxing when Lutha's curse jerks him out of it. ]
- They're dead? [ Hey, wait a second. ] How was I supposed to know that?
One; text; @username2 [Video appears to be the popular option when using the network. Homura, however, prefers text. It's simple, straightforward, and for those reasons it means she can limit the time she needs to speak to other people much more easily. It's a very convenient wall, in other words, especially when her reasons for using it are not ones she wants to linger on.]
I assume this bottle of medication was misplaced.
[The most video anyone will get out of this message is a quick shot of a pill bottle, still fairly full, sitting on the floor. Then it's right back to text.]
If it belongs to you, please come pick it up. I won't ask for anything in return.
[Though she's fully aware how easily she could use it to get some supplies, forcing another person into such an unfair trade isn't how she survived back home. She won't do it here unless she's backed into a corner herself.]
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[The writing on the wall has caught her attention, a welcome distraction from any attempts at small talk which, given her lack of interest, would turn very awkward very fast. Stepping closer she reads the message over a few times, looking for any obvious flaws. There are none that she can see - or rather, any flaws that do exist are greatly outweighed by the possibility of leaving this place.
Going back to Mitakihara Town. To Walpurgisnacht and the fight.
To Madoka.
That thought alone steels her resolve. She doesn't particularly care what her companion decides on doing, but she speaks aloud anyway:]
It's worth looking into.
[Yes, she is indeed intent on following what might be a totally ridiculous lead and possibly dying out in the cold. Any opportunity that presents even the smallest chance of letting her leave is worth it, in her opinion. It can't even be called suicidal really, it's not as if death here is permanent.]
Hey Snowhell Fam, I know one of you lost something really important. I don't want to cause a clamor about it, so let's assume for the sake of argument they're someone's glasses.
I found them out in the snow and you probably need them back if you want to continue functioning like normal. If you know what I'm taking about, hit me up and I'll give them back. If you don't, imagine me giving you something useless, which is what I'll do if you try anything dumb. Hope you like spam in a can.
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I don't like this.
[kate shifts her weight from one foot to the other. she's not used to being the wet blanket of the group, but something about this is just not sitting right with her. the nagging voice in the back of her head says they need to get back soon.
she's not usually this cautious, that doesn't sit well with her, either, but she's used to following her gut instinct.]
We could come back when we have a fresher start, but going down this rabbit-hole now...
[she frowns. curiosity starts biting at her heels. what if, though, kate? aren't you a detective? don't you want to solve this case? curiosity and self-doubt. great.]
[Tony suspects trouble, yes, but with even a slight percentage of a chance to learn something more, he still thinks they need to take the risk. What if they can find a way to get home? What if they can find out what the Admin wants with them? Running from danger won't give them answers. But after wandering for some time, he's starting to wonder if they really will get trapped outside.]
It's just a little further. Don't give up yet.
[He's just guessing, but he doesn't want to scare her.]
[The video displays one thing and one thing only: a labeled bottle of pills set on some handy bit of old furniture. The image is steady enough, but displays nothing of Davesprite, not even one orange finger.]
So I found this, and I'm wondering what the fuck because I can barely read the name on the label. Like Latin and a sci-fi novelist had a chemical baby that got raised by a smiling white woman in a commercial full of flowers and a billion side effects. Something like, flexamol, paralax, xenofeline, one of those jumbles of too many letters you just know some pharmaceutical asshole made to fuck with people and make the doctor's RX that much more illegible for us plebs.
Makes you wonder how much bullshit they're scribbling down in the first place. "Patient's got one godawful haircut, give him this so he stops hacking up lung chunks and can get his ass to the barber." "Dude smells like chutney, prescribing 50 baths over a two week period and some fucking deodorant." Or, like, legit nonsense, and then the drug guy just grabs whatever bottle looks most like that tangle of handwritten keysmash. Let's be real, it's probably that one.
Anyway if this is yours, hit me up.
[He moves the device a bit closer for a more legible view of the label, then clicks the video off.]
[One of the first orders of business when settling down somewhere is to check what's in the building. Supplies, interesting weird shit, stuff like that. Davesprite has split up from his travel partner of the day to go investigating—there's probably only so much staring at a neon orange bird dude a person can stand—when he finds the message on the wall. How long it's been here is hard to tell; carbon dating was never in his wheelhouse, no matter the actual carbon scratched onto the surface. The username signed at the bottom is one he doesn't know, but that matters less than the content of the message itself.]
[A way out. It should be a good thing, a way out of this snowy hell pit, but the idea leaves his gut churning with uncertainty. A way out to where? And then what?]
[But his travel partner might care, and it's that thought which pushes him to drift back through the structure to wherever it is they're presently located.]
Yo, I found this message on the wall, something about a way out? Thought you might want to see it.
[He motions over his shoulder, ready to turn and lead the way if asked.]
Note: Sylar would be calling himself Zane Taylor at this point in time- if you want your character to be familiar with him, feel free to call him Zane.
[ He spends a little time staring at the screen before realizing it's recording, or broadcasting, or whatever the video function on the Network did. He give the camera a timid smile and holds up a bottle. ]
So, uh- I found some...Oxycontin? But the label's ripped. I can't see who it belongs to. Is someone missing this? I can try to get it to you, if you're close.
@ordo; audio, private - gonna assume they're familiar with each other!
You're just setting yourself up to get swindled, you know.
[It's said with the same sourly flat drone of disapproval Lutha usually carries. It shouldn't be too much of a surprise - the teen's never been adverse to mentioning his work. Item running for traders who bid the highest tended to get one into some tricky and often dangerous circumstances, especially over little mistakes like this.
There's a rough sigh that crackles the mic, but when he talks again, some of the bite leaves his tone.]
Do you even know what kind of medication that stuff is beyond the name, Zane?
[The video snaps on to a view of Uzuki sitting perfectly poised in the center of the screen. She's holding an orange medicine pill container, cupping it with both hands, and speaks with a bit of worry and fright in her voice. Her expression matches that distress.]
Good evening, all! Um, I seem to have come across some medication while I was searching today. Has anyone misplaced this? Or - Um, might you know of anyone who has? [Her voice drops to a murmur, glance also falling low.] I don't even know what this is supposed to be... I've never heard of this drug before...
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Uzuki is a fast actor, preferring to secure shelter as quickly as possible before the locks and weather can decide her fate. Tonight is different, though, and as the clock nears seven she's still fighting the cold. She tugs her partner along with a frenzied sort of worry, assuring them (as necessary or unnecessary as that may be) that they'll be just fine as long as they get inside - quickly, though, so let's hurry, maybe, that sounds like the best plan. That frenzy melts into relief once they secure lodging, and she sinks against the shut door, letting out a pleased sigh of relief.
"I'm so glad we found a place to stay!" Talking helps ease the lingering worry, melts it further into a calm. "Oh," her attention is drawn to a mess of blankets in the corner, "it looks like there are some sheets, too! Maybe we can share them!" And over she goes to examine the pile, reaching out to tug and then yelping at the realization. "Ah - It's a person! Oh, dear, this can't be good, they're not even moving...!" She looks to her partner, worried. "D-Do you think we should call for help?"
Well, so much for all the food I had with me. It doesn't look like something anybody should be eating right now. I had some a couple hours ago and it seemed fine then. At least I'm not writhing around on the ground or anything. Has anybody else been having the same problem?
[Start by making observations, gathering information, reasoning things out from there. And while the situation wasn't dire, it was important. Without food nobody was going to be lasting pretty long here.]
I guess it could be some kind of extremophile, though it would need to be able to survive cold and heavily irradiated environments, on top of displaying widespread and rapid growth. All in all, it seems pretty unlikely.
[Not impossible, but unlikely.]
All of this is just one idea, anyway. If anybody has anything else, we should try to figure this out.
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Hey, come take a look at this.
[Why is Phi checking under the desk? Better question is why wouldn't she be checking under the desk. It'd be stupid to miss any obvious clues by not being thorough. And hey, it does seem she's found something, after all.
A message, written under the desk. Phi isn't looking at it right now, instead pointing to the name it's signed by.]
[It's spoken hesitantly from over Phi's shoulder as Luna leans in to get a better look. Granted, she hadn't been trapped in Norfinbury as long as most others, but it never took long to get used to the more prolific users on the network. This wasn't one of them.]
It could just be from someone who isn't in the town anymore. But... why would they write this somewhere so hard to find?
[The video feed opens with a big, snuffling black nose and the overwhelming sound of a dog's heavy breathing close to the microphone. Dug backs away from the camera, his golden brow furrowed as he looks back and forth between the camera and a bunch of moldy food strewn across the floor from his backpack. A red bulb on his collar lights up as a mildly electronic-sounding voice starts talking. That might have been a surprise once upon a time, but Dug has been nothing if not outgoing since his arrival and most people have probably seen this trick by now.]
Hi there. I could not help but notice that all of my food has got spoiled. Has all of your food got spoiled? I am very hungry and my food is very spoiled. I tried eating the spoiled food, but it is very spoiled and I made a sick.
[His gaze lingers on the disgusting packages, and then he gives the tablet an almost guilty glance before dropping a shoulder straight in the middle of the pile of mold and rot and rolling right over on his back to squirm around in it even as he resumes talking, all four of his little legs in the air.]
This food is not good to eat and I am hungry. Did I mention that I am hungry? I would like some food to eat, please. Do you have food that I can eat?
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We are rescuing you! We are taking you inside and rescuing you right now!
[This is the most important thing Dug has done in days and days, he is sure. He's not actually all that much help for carrying the person he and his friend found in the snow, but he tries to make up for it in sheer enthusiasm for the task, bounding along through the snow and dashing ahead to jump against the door of the house and knock it open. There's a lot of bustling about as everyone gets inside, and then as soon as the person in the blanket is set down Dug is jumping on them, pawing at the blanket.]
I am going to keep you warm now. My name is Dug, and you are --
[He cuts off abruptly as the blanket falls away to reveal a motionless face blackened by the cold. Dug's ears fold down tight against his head and he lets out a high pitched whine. Tail tucked, he backs off of the body, still whimpering as the voice from his collar speaks in a horrified whisper.]
[Bad dog. Someone needs to learn that strangers aren't trustworthy. If... dogs can even learn that.
Homura isn't happy to see another face being added to their shelter after lockdown, even less so when said face isn't even human. Tossing that thing back outside probably isn't an option, the door's probably locked by now, so they've really got only one option here and as cold as she is she isn't completely heartless.
So there's a chair being whipped at that thing, to give Dug a few precious seconds to get out of its reach.]
[Hmm. Sherlock rattles the little bottle he's holding curiously before studying the name on it. It's obscured, the writing has smudged from the conditions outside and little sign of the owner is left on the bottle itself. It's an orange bottle with a complicated locking system he has to push and spin to unlock. There's a faint scuff mark on the side, clearly caused by the drop and whoever lost them was probably running at the time. The pills inside were small, oval and white.
The only things he could get from the label were Oral and Twice daily.]
Someone seems to be missing some pills. How terrible some people's fortune must be. There's no name and the date is obscured. I highly doubt they are sought after by the owner but nonetheless, perhaps this may jog someones memory if they are seeking them.
[It seemed unlikely to Sherlock that whoever lost them was desperately looking for them given how long they must have been out here and the fact that the bottle was near full yet pre-opened, showing they had been barely used. Which was interesting given the age of the bottle and the instructions. Two daily seemed unlikely. Whoever had them didn't take them regularly. Either forgetful or dismissive.
He shakes one out onto his palm, snaps it in half and sniffs it curiously. Nope, he's getting nothing. He then knocks back the pill into his mouth and chews it. No surprise that he pulls a face at the taste. He highly doubted they were toxic or dangerous but they still didn't give any kind of indicator what they were. He closes the lid to the bottle again and slyly slips them into his pocket.]
Unless anyone wants to claim them, I will be making use of them myself. [For recreational reasons. Party hard]
[Did you just take an unlabeled pill?! What?! No!]
I can not stress more strongly that you should not take any more of those!
[From this angle he can't see what they are but that hardly matters. Putting anything in your mouth kf unknown substance is purely destructive and inviting disaster!]
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Kanan Jarrus | Star Wars: Rebels
[ The video's of a little orange bottle of pills rather than Kanan's face. He rattles it around to demonstrate that it's full - he can't actually get the blasted cap off, child proof his -
Anyway. There are pills in the bottle, but the name printed on the side is blurred as if by water damage. ]
Guess what I found? Guessing these belong to somebody who wants 'em back. Tell me what they're for and why you need 'em and they're yours.
[ Yeah, Kanan knows exactly what's wrong with that plan. At least the resulting mess might be kinda funny. ]
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[ Kanan isn't the most talkative of traveling companions, except the occasional grumble as he navigates around particularly annoying pieces of rubble. He keeps his head down as they trudge through the deepening snow toward shelter.
They're almost there when he feels just the smallest twinge - a shadow of what his awareness in the Force used to be - that has Kanan looking wildly around in the snow. Despite the shadows, it's easy enough to spot the bright piece of cloth several yards ahead. ]
Hey - [ He trails off, staring harder, until he's sure of what he's seeing. ] Hey, I think that's a person over there. C'mon, help me!
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Surprisingly the vivid color goes without notice until the old guy points it out. Giving a glance over as he assesses the situation. Halting his movements as he weighs the use of helping or not. ]
Only if I can keep anything useful they might have on them. [ He's not hauling a person through the snow for free. And even with the promise of gain, he still might not leave them without wounds if they wind up annoying- not that he'll advertise that to his temporary companion. ]
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Lehko Habhoka | Final Fantasy XI
[As the feed turns on, the viewers are greeted with a very feline-looking man, sporting both cat ears, as well as cat-like markings on his face. His features even seem to somewhat lean towards that of the feline persuasion as well!
He smiles, though it seems a hollow gesture at best.]
Grrreetings my fellow—rrresidents. Now—
[He brings his free hand to his chin, cupping it as his expression falls from the faux-smile it just held, to something a bit more conflicted.]
I come to you with a bit of a question—a prrroblem of sorts. As fate would have it, when I decided to allow myself a rrrest from my trrravels, to indulge my crrrying stomach with some of my rations I had found that they had been stolen by mold!
[At this point, he looks utterly helpless, his hand falling, his ears drooping a bit.]
Am I the only one to sufferrr such a misfortune? They had not been in such a state when I had brrreakfast, so the entire situation is as queer as it is dirrre!
[He places his free hand on his stomach, as if the pain of not being able to eat was relentless in its torture!]
If such an ill fortune is trrruly mine alone, then I would ask that if any arrre within my vicinity and you've the kind heart to spare me anything at all, I would foreverrr be in your debt.
Three
[The days travels were tiring to say the least. Luckily he and whoever he's traveling with found a place to settle into for the night, but little did that mean there wasn't more to explore! The house proved itself to be a sizable one, and so Lehko soon finds himself walking around. Truth be told, he's less exploring for the sake of exploring, and far more trying to find the best place to lay down and get comfortable for the evening.
Instead, he finds some strange writing, and his curiosity puts him in a strangle hold that shelves the idea of rest immediately. His eyes scan over the name and words with great interest, but confusion, and no short supply of doubt, clouds his mind. After a moment to ponder the message, he's quick to return to the main room of the house where he left his companion.]
I know well we have exhausted ourselves in our trrravel and you likely wish for little more than to rrrest, but I think you should come look at something I found—it's a message, but the name is not one I rrrecognized.
Mayhap you will.
[And with that, he pivots on his heel, gesturing to follow him.]
2; @joacin; text
Mold?
Did you perchance store your bag in some questionable cellar?
Mine own victuals are unaffected, and for once I have plenty —
if you are anywhere nearby, I shall be quite happy to share.
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Two! @ordo; audio
video;
perma-audio, sorry meowmix
perma-video!!
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Cousland | Dragon Age: Origins
♟ FOUR|
FOURRR
He doesn't much fancy the thought of being zombie food, that's for sure.
Still, even with its apparent investment in using her leg as a chew toy, Lehko keeps his distance, and is maybe covering his ears—while not as sensitive as they once were, that sound is less than appealing.
"You don't suppose we should, perrrhaps, kill the crrreature? It would spare us frrrom becoming a snack, or at the very least this horrific sound..."
Of course, he lacks any weapons as stated, and so such an endeavor might prove difficult. However, still preferable despite how vexing a task it may prove to be.
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Four, because DA in RP is an exercise in string theory gone mad
A+ would punch dragons with
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slams in here two days late and with starbucks (4)
Aw yiss succumb to the cute dog and somewhat less cute redhead
Both are cute idk what ur talking about
Fingerguns at u tbh
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Charles Vane | Black Sails
[Video is the only setting Charles has sort of managed to master on the device, and so it's what he uses. His face - dirt-streaked and a little bloody - appears on screen, and he brings up a bottle of pills up, showing it to the network. A predatory smirk appears on his face as he does so.
He hasn't even tried to read what it is - he knows it's medication of some kind, but nothing he would use himself.]
I'm sure someone out here cares for this? [His voice rumbles as he speaks, echoing a little in the ice caves.] Now, what I'm curious about, is what you'll give me for them. I really don't mind who it goes to, either. Consider it...an auction.
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[Dragging the body to the house had been a chore - Charles half-carried it with his travel companion keeping the door open, pulling in the body along with way too much snow.
Charles couldn't remember if he'd ever seen snow before Norfinbury. He misses sand, he misses sunshine baking his skin, dry heat burning up his lungs. He misses it all so much.
Especially now, when he's worked up a sweat carrying someone inside for safety, only to realise - they were long gone. When he pushed the blanket off, the lips were blue, parted, the skin greying and waxy where it wasn't frozen already. He let out a grunt.]
Well, that was a waste of energy.
@betterhalf; text
Wow picking up bottles of pills. Quite the accomplishment.
Do you even know what they do?
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Clara | Pathologic
[In a sight that's probably familiar to the network by now, Clara opens up her video by beaming to the camera.]
Greetings, residents of Norfinbury! I come to you today with something very special I have found on my travels.
[She swings her tablet around a little too fast, blurring the video unpleasantly before it focuses again to show a neatly arranged row of several different pill bottles. Some look generic, others have prescription labels printed on them.
If it looks like she raided the entire pharmacy, that's because she did just that.]
That's right, it's a fine selection of medicines! Since I have no use for them myself, I'd love to trade them for any useful goods any of you might have to offer!
Four
[Clara had absolutely insisted on dragging the blanketed person indoors, even if their chances to survive had seemed slim right off the bat. She might no longer have her powers of healing, but that doesn't mean she's going to pass on an opportunity to help anyone!
Of course, it turns out that the effort was for naught. She covers her mouth with her hands, looking horrified.]
Oh... oh no! How terrible!
[And as soon as she's said that, she's kneeling down to dig through the corpse's pockets without any hesitation. Looting time!]
four;
[ Here comes the pearl-clutching. LOOK AT THIS SMALL HELLGREMLIN LOOTING THE DEAD, THIS IS DREADFUL AND IMMORAL AND ]
You should really wait until you can ascertain a cause of death before you pick up the loot drops. If they died of anything contagious, you could catch all kinds of diseases.
[ oh ok ]
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one; @bachelor, video
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Bruce Wayne | Batman | what's his canon point WHO KNOWS
Four; batman monster-zombie au
two; @boy; video;
You're just gonna hand out food to complete strangers?
i need way more icons for this man
yes you do
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@Spoiler ; video ; two owo
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Two; voice @gravedigger
excuse me
<3
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four because all about the garbage train
get my damn cinnamon roll son OUT OF HERE
nope
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2 - @1000gentlepoints, voice
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@hotstud_xxx; text
look, batman will also punch you in the dick, house
RUDE, Batman. Aren't you a superhero or something?
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LMAO ALFIE NO
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2. Voice; @quinntessential
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Caboose | Red vs Blue
[ The video is displaying an off-centre view of a bright blue backpack, half-obscured by the finger of whoever is holding the tablet. It's a good indication of the kind of quality content that's to follow. An early warning to get out now, perhaps. Save yourselves from the stupid. ]
Friends! In the snow! Snow-friends! I have made... a discovery!
[ Was that a dramatic pause, or just Caboose mustering up the brainpower to say a word with four whole syllables in it? The world may never know. He seems pretty overjoyed about his discovery, anyway, whatever it is.
That's another warning sign that this is going to be really stupid, if we're keeping count. ]
My bag is magic. Today I put un-magic food in there, for eating. And now--!
[ His free hand reaches into view and - with some difficulty - pulls a little baggie of sliced fruit out of the backpack. It's of the same kind that you might typically find when stocking up on rations from the school, except for the fact that it's liberally covered in thick black mould. Delicious. ]
-- Now it has grown more food! I am going to start a farm. A magic farm. There will be cows.
Four
[ There are, believe it or not, upsides to travelling with Caboose. One of these being that he's strong as all heckie, so if his travelling group come across something like - say - an unconscious person lying in the snow, he's more than capable of flinging that person over his shoulder and continuing on unaided.
Which is what he's doing.
Right now. ]
Can we keep him? Because I have already started thinking about names.
I think he looks like a Fido.
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[Before responding, Church has to take a moment to facepalm intensely and, for the millionth time, curse admin-chan and whatever other powers might be responsible for bringing Caboose to this place and making his life more hellish than it already was.
Okay. He can do this. He dealt with the stupid for a full year. He can handle this.]
Caboose. That's not food, that's mould. Do not eat it.
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Peter | Original Character
[There's a dusty-haired youth on the network. He looks into the camera without saying anything at first, just staring down whomever happens to be watching from their tablets. Then he holds up a small medicine bottle. It's old and not in the best condition, but it is still sealed and the contents are probably in good shape. He displays his find without much expression, letting the treasure speak for itself.]
What's this do?
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[He didn't actually mean to get stuck in the building with another person, but that's just how it turned out. Peter accepts it because for the most part he's able to ignore them. Instead, he pokes around the building, looking for useful things and checking out the damage of the ruined down. That's kind of fun. He's scavenging when he comes upon the message. Someone wrote directions right into the wall. It looks kind of like a desperate journal of sorts, the writer saying that they saw signs of fires to the east and that there was an exit. A compound. He stands still in front of the wall, ceasing his annoying rummaging for a moment.]
Huh. Someone thinks they found an exit.
[He's telling the other person less for their benefit and more just to see how they'll react to the message. A canary in a mine shaft.]
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[There's a body in the snow. Peter doesn't particularly care about the person's fate--it's severe weather and death happens--but he's still curious enough to slow down on his hike. Maybe check it out. The unfortunate person seems to have wrapped himself or herself in a blanket before they succumbed to the elements, and that gets his attention. Anyone else walking by might have better reasons to approach the body, but his are pretty straightforward.]
breathes on this; four
But his sudden slowing causes her to bump into his back because she's watching carefully where she puts her feet in Peter's footprints to make it easier to walk. Jostled, she peers around him, reaching out to touch the back of his jacket and balance herself, legs still stretched in his footprints.] Who is that?
Do you think they're hurt?
oh good
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Dio | Zero Escape: Virtue's Last Reward
Well, well. Look what we have here!
[Here's Dio, looking as dapper as anyone really can look when their fancy jacket is soaked in snow and their top hat is drooping more than a grandmother's saggy old tit.
He looks pleased with himself nonetheless, and the reason for that becomes apparent soon enough when he turns the small bottle of pills he's been examining toward the camera. The name on the label definitely isn't his. Maybe it's yours, or it belongs to someone you know?]
Kind of irresponsible of whoever this is to lose their meds, huh? I know you're out there somewhere. Come on, talk to me. Let's make a deal.
[Of the "heads I win, tails you lose" kind, no doubt.]
network - 2; @1000gentlepoints, video
What the actual fuck is this?!
[The man who's speaking is a far cry from happy, and that much is obvious from the tone of his voice. It's going to have to be enough to convey that, because his camera isn't pointed at himself - instead, it's pointed at the metric fuckton of food he's been hoarding (and not sharing, because he's a selfish bastard).]
How is anything supposed to go rotten in this place? We're in a goddamn icy wasteland, for fuck's sake! It's like a giant freezer in here!
action - 3;
[Powwow time? Powwow time.
Someone's got to make the executive decision here, and while Dio isn't totally sure he believes that weirdass writing on the wall for even one second... what's the worst that can happen? He'll send the poor saps he's traveling with out first, and if they kick the bucket, he'll loot their corpses and hightail it back to safety.
He snaps his fingers to get the attention of whoever he's traveling with and points at the scribbles.]
It's worth checking out, don't you think?
@lightning, video (1)
[Not hers, not anybody she knows personally enough yet to stick her neck out for, but she's can't really say she's all that impressed, even if she isn't really surprised to see this sort of thing happening either.]
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Jack (Timothy Lawrence) || Borderlands
@notajackass
[This is the face of an exhausted and mildly disgusted man. The exhaustion is routine by this point, but the disgust is not so standard. He's definitely looking a little green.]
Hey, so, uh, is anyone else having a mold problem? Because I just, uh. Well. Everything in my pack is ruined. Green fuzz everywhere.
[He pauses for a moment and swallows hard; that's definitely the face of a man trying not to vomit.]
Smells pretty bad, too.
[Okay, that's enough, he's got his question out, now to go vomit in privacy.]
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WRITING ON THE WALL
They're as snug as it's possible to be for the night. Jack is prowling the perimeter of the room restlessly, as he does, peering into nooks and crannies, opening cupboards and drawers and generally rummaging in his never-ending search for useful stuff. He never thought he would miss Elpis as much as he does. At least there loot containers had the decency to look like loot containers. Here, there's nothing to call attention to potential useful contraband.
He's not coming up with a lot. A few knick-knacks, some odds and ends, but nothing particularly useful. He's shifting through a pile of books, only half hoping that there might be even one that's not damaged beyond legibility, he's not having great luck, but the process of moving the books around does reveal something legible scribbled onto the wall behind them. Curious, he moves aside more books, stacking them carefully despite their decrepit state, to reveal the rest of the graffiti.
"Hey, come look at this!"
SCREAMS LOUDLY INTO THE INFINITE VOID; network prompt; @guardian
She offers a smile that's barely more than a wince and offers help anyway, though. Naturally. ]
Nothing like that on my end. When you say 'everything,' do you mean everything? Not that I'm doubting you, just - how bad are we talking, exactly.
Angeeeeeeeelllllll
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action prompt also EEEEE also also I am the Rhys hello
oh my goodness, hello! c:
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Mohinder Suresh || Heroes
And that very thing had nearly happened to this person. Mohinder rubbed life back into his frozen arms and crouched down to see what was wrong with the person that they had helped. Had an anomaly gotten to him or her? Mohinder had yet to encounter one, but the thought is still frightening that there could be one lurking…close…just waiting for the dawn when the doors would again unlock—
“Help me with this?” he asked his companion in that not-quite right British accent of his, velvety and lyrical. English was not Mohinder’s first language and he carried with him the accent of a man who grew up speaking Tamil and Kannada but was educated at Cambridge. He tugged a little hard on the blanket. “Are you-- Oh my God!”
There was no way that the person that they saved was ‘all right.’ Mouth a black hollow, open and gaping, flesh frozen and blotched and blighted-- Mohinder staggered back into the person he was travelling with, yelped, and pressed the back of one wrist to his lips in horror.
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So maybe he didn't gasp and look horrified like he should have. Instead, he sighed, and caught Mohinder by the arms to keep him stabilized. "Looks like our eyes were playing tricks on us," he said, managing to inject just a little sadness into his voice. But that was as far as that went. "Wonder if it'd be safe to use the blankets..."
What? At least he didn't admonish Mohinder for freaking out over a corpse. Like they weren't going to see more of those soon enough.
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Roy Harper/Arsenal | Young Justice
Video; @arsenal[Hello residents of Snowhell, as usual, Roy is Very Angry. Might be gesticulating a bit with the tablet as he talks, so I hope you don't get motion sick easy.]
Did anyone else's food go completely bad? I mean everything, even my canned shit, it's all covered in mold! I didn't even know dried beans could get mold! How the hell did it get this bad in one day? That's not normal!
[How he manages to be this angry all the time when it's this cold is anyone's guess. He grumbles a bit more about stupid icy hellscapes but it seems the major blow-up is over.]
So yeah, look out for that, I guess.
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[For all his problems with following orders, not endangering his companions in order to save his own skin, and not blowing things up just to fuck with people that screwed him over, Roy is still a hero. So when he sees what looks like someone dying of exposure, you bet your ass he's gonna check to see if they're still alive.
And when he sees that they're breathing, of course he's going to drag them into shelter, whether he gets any help from his traveling companion or not. (Though help would be very much appreciated. The cold is hell on his prosthetic arm and it seriously needs some maintenance. He'll make it work either way, though, he's stubborn like that.)
Just his luck that his daring rescue attempt turns out to be the start to a freakin' zombie movie.]
You've gotta be shitting me.
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Which is good, because what. ]
Why am I not even surprised?
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Lewa | Bionicle
[Lewa's voice is as rapid-fire staccato as ever, because even the automatic translating of Matoran to English doesn't get rid of Treespeak. Nothing gets rid of Treespeak, other than Lewa putting out the effort to modify his speech patterns to fit the common vernacular. And believe it or not, he is.]
Snowcrawlers, has anyone else's cachefood turned terriblebad moldyuck? Snowrunning we came from deepdark foodstores to darkhut, and everquick we were, but the cachefood is moldbones. We only gatherfound it at sundawn, and quicklook!
[The camera turns from Lewa's masked face and glowing eyes to a pile of food. It certainly is moldyuck.
Or maybe you've been traveling with this seven foot tall hyperactive alien not-a-robot.]
@ordo; audio - hi i'm here
[Is that a headache at having to try to listen to all that? It sure is.]
First, speak common tongue or don't speak at all.
Second, throw that food out instead of parading it to all of us. It's not edible. Good job.
Where the hell did you find it?
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Guybrush Threepwood | The Secret of Monkey Island
video; @mightypirate
[Guybrush rattles a bottle in the camera and smiles.]
Hey, I found something! I don't know what it is, exactly but uhm....
Anyway, if you want it, it's yours. For a price.
C'mon, offer me something.
[Three]
[Guybrush stands with his arms folded over his chest, reading and re-reading the wall. Maybe if he reads it a third time it will make sense.]
I dunno.... This seems like one of those situations where you follow the map and then a bunch of enemy cads jump out at you with swords and you wake up in the bushes and your wallet is missing and someone has your rubber chicken.
one; @bachelor, video
[ Daniil isn't the heaviest user of sass, but it has its time and place. ]
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Lucifel | El Shaddai
[One of the first things that comes into view at the beginning of this video is an emptied backpack. Next to it is a variety of food, all lined up and covered in mold.]
From left to right you can see my recent meal, followed by nonperishable food.
[The tablet is turned around to present you the annoyed expression on Lucifel's face, with a frown on top.]
I'm aware that my cooking skills are close to zero, but I know for certain is that none of this could be spoiled in a matter of hours. Unless my backpack is now able to perform magic and rot everything that's put inside.
[A hand runs through his hair in an attempt to push it back to its former state but it falls back in front of his eyes. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.]
You all should check your rations and let me know if it's the same for you.
Three
In all honesty, almost every username sounds unfamiliar to the archangel. He had been here for a short time only so of course there was no way he could know if the one who wrote on the wall. However, that did not mean that Lucifel would just believe whoever wrote any of this on the wall. Just because he is an angel doesn't mean that he is naive and believes everything he is told.
"If I were you I would take this with a grain of salt. For all we know this could have been written in delirium... Or by a maniac who loves to make others suffer, no matter the situation."
And there are and probably were some maniacs in this hell of ice and snow.
"... It won't hurt to take notes though, just in case if there is some truth hidden in this."
two, video, @godsend
Yeah, it looks like it hit more than just you. How could-? It's too cold for mold.
[ The camera pans back around to show a man in an olive green coat with short-cut, black hair. He's understandably distressed. ]
I mean, I think it is. I- I guess we don't know where these rations even come from, so maybe they just all- [ He shakes his head. ] -go bad at the same time.
video, @phosphorus
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Harley Quinn | DC Comics
[The video feed opens up perfectly centered on Harley, who has obviously spent time propping her tablet into just the right place to achieve the effect. The clown poses with a yellow medicine bottle displayed in the palm of her hand and motions to it in the style of Vanna White as she cheerfully addresses the network in her best pitchwoman's voice.]
Do ya ever get the feelin' that you're missin' something? Have you been searchin' for relief everywhere just to keep gettin' left out in the cold? Well, look no more! [BAM! She shoves the bottle towards the camera for a close-up of the label.]
For a high, high price to be determined shortly, wellness could be yours today!
[She purposely speeds through the rest of her delivery.] Caution: Offer valid to the highest bidder. Not receiving this medication may cause depression, insomnia, dizziness, vomiting, psychosis, Stigmata, hives, Hawaiian Cat Flu, aches and pains, hypochondria, death and super-death.
video; @mightypirate
Regular death seems bad enough.
Gimme one.
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Lutha Pahr | OC
AUDIO - @ordo
You know what -- I figured it was too good to be true. Buildings filled with food, three goddamn meals a day... Look - whatever idiot it was that said these food casing would keep rations fresh? Lying out their ass. Thanks for that.
[There's no video that accompanies the irritated voice, though the teen on the other end doesn't hold back on his bite. Too many people were taking this sort of plentiful resource for granted as it was. How foolish he feels for thinking that it was some sort of miracle to have access to an entire week of meals at once.
Well. Not anymore. Lutha knows the smell of mold like it's a close friend. Everything's been promptly dumped, his bag inside out over a chair as he seethes through his teeth at the network.]
The rations near the chapel are all sour. Not in any edible way, either. Don't bother going that way for food if you're travelling this way or coming back from those hell tunnels.
[A pause as he exhales, his voice pulling thin.]
If you're nearby and have rations, we need to talk trade. Medicine and weapons aren't out of the question. Got it?
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[It wasn't Lutha's idea to grab the body trapped out in the snow - hell, he'd barely been able to carry it, given the lack of his left hand and wrist. But here they are, sputtering and wheezing to haul the extra weight inside before the nightmare buzzer goes off.
There's very little grace in how the redhead lets go of the body, his shoulders already trembling from exertion. He'd never been built for stamina, and he wasn't about to pretend to have enjoyed the little detour they just made - just in time, too, given how the door mocks them with a loud click of the lock.
His partner still catching their breath, Lutha begrudgingly turns their new companion over with the toe of one boot, just enough to try and see the face--]
Spirits, are you kidding--
[His words cut off with a hacking cough, fighting back bile. His handless arm raising to cover his face as he stumbles backward and away, absolutely incredulous as he glares over at the other living being in the room, forcing his back to the dead man.]
You did not just have us rescue a week-old corpse... W-what the hell is wrong with you??
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He's just relaxing when Lutha's curse jerks him out of it. ]
- They're dead? [ Hey, wait a second. ] How was I supposed to know that?
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HELLO yes this is luna-mun :3c been wanting to bring this guy in for a while
uses the icon you drew in a thread with you
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Akemi Homura | Puella Magi Madoka Magica
[Video appears to be the popular option when using the network. Homura, however, prefers text. It's simple, straightforward, and for those reasons it means she can limit the time she needs to speak to other people much more easily. It's a very convenient wall, in other words, especially when her reasons for using it are not ones she wants to linger on.]
I assume this bottle of medication was misplaced.
[The most video anyone will get out of this message is a quick shot of a pill bottle, still fairly full, sitting on the floor. Then it's right back to text.]
If it belongs to you, please come pick it up. I won't ask for anything in return.
[Though she's fully aware how easily she could use it to get some supplies, forcing another person into such an unfair trade isn't how she survived back home. She won't do it here unless she's backed into a corner herself.]
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[The writing on the wall has caught her attention, a welcome distraction from any attempts at small talk which, given her lack of interest, would turn very awkward very fast. Stepping closer she reads the message over a few times, looking for any obvious flaws. There are none that she can see - or rather, any flaws that do exist are greatly outweighed by the possibility of leaving this place.
Going back to Mitakihara Town. To Walpurgisnacht and the fight.
To Madoka.
That thought alone steels her resolve. She doesn't particularly care what her companion decides on doing, but she speaks aloud anyway:]
It's worth looking into.
[Yes, she is indeed intent on following what might be a totally ridiculous lead and possibly dying out in the cold. Any opportunity that presents even the smallest chance of letting her leave is worth it, in her opinion. It can't even be called suicidal really, it's not as if death here is permanent.]
@hotstud_xxx; text
a) a moron
b) a bleeding heart
c) fishing for favors
which is it?
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kate bishop | marvel comics
Hey Snowhell Fam, I know one of you lost something really important. I don't want to cause a clamor about it, so let's assume for the sake of argument they're someone's glasses.
I found them out in the snow and you probably need them back if you want to continue functioning like normal. If you know what I'm taking about, hit me up and I'll give them back. If you don't, imagine me giving you something useless, which is what I'll do if you try anything dumb. Hope you like spam in a can.
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I don't like this.
[kate shifts her weight from one foot to the other. she's not used to being the wet blanket of the group, but something about this is just not sitting right with her. the nagging voice in the back of her head says they need to get back soon.
she's not usually this cautious, that doesn't sit well with her, either, but she's used to following her gut instinct.]
We could come back when we have a fresher start, but going down this rabbit-hole now...
[she frowns. curiosity starts biting at her heels. what if, though, kate? aren't you a detective? don't you want to solve this case? curiosity and self-doubt. great.]
I just don't want to get locked out.
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[Tony suspects trouble, yes, but with even a slight percentage of a chance to learn something more, he still thinks they need to take the risk. What if they can find a way to get home? What if they can find out what the Admin wants with them? Running from danger won't give them answers. But after wandering for some time, he's starting to wonder if they really will get trapped outside.]
It's just a little further. Don't give up yet.
[He's just guessing, but he doesn't want to scare her.]
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one; @wiccandoit, private
ahh sorry for the late replay
Davesprite | Homestuck
[The video displays one thing and one thing only: a labeled bottle of pills set on some handy bit of old furniture. The image is steady enough, but displays nothing of Davesprite, not even one orange finger.]
So I found this, and I'm wondering what the fuck because I can barely read the name on the label. Like Latin and a sci-fi novelist had a chemical baby that got raised by a smiling white woman in a commercial full of flowers and a billion side effects. Something like, flexamol, paralax, xenofeline, one of those jumbles of too many letters you just know some pharmaceutical asshole made to fuck with people and make the doctor's RX that much more illegible for us plebs.
Makes you wonder how much bullshit they're scribbling down in the first place. "Patient's got one godawful haircut, give him this so he stops hacking up lung chunks and can get his ass to the barber." "Dude smells like chutney, prescribing 50 baths over a two week period and some fucking deodorant." Or, like, legit nonsense, and then the drug guy just grabs whatever bottle looks most like that tangle of handwritten keysmash. Let's be real, it's probably that one.
Anyway if this is yours, hit me up.
[He moves the device a bit closer for a more legible view of the label, then clicks the video off.]
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Three (Note: Davesprite has a tail instead of legs and moves by hovering a couple inches off the ground. This was okay'd over on the FAQ.)
[One of the first orders of business when settling down somewhere is to check what's in the building. Supplies, interesting weird shit, stuff like that. Davesprite has split up from his travel partner of the day to go investigating—there's probably only so much staring at a neon orange bird dude a person can stand—when he finds the message on the wall. How long it's been here is hard to tell; carbon dating was never in his wheelhouse, no matter the actual carbon scratched onto the surface. The username signed at the bottom is one he doesn't know, but that matters less than the content of the message itself.]
[A way out. It should be a good thing, a way out of this snowy hell pit, but the idea leaves his gut churning with uncertainty. A way out to where? And then what?]
[But his travel partner might care, and it's that thought which pushes him to drift back through the structure to wherever it is they're presently located.]
Yo, I found this message on the wall, something about a way out? Thought you might want to see it.
[He motions over his shoulder, ready to turn and lead the way if asked.]
one, text, @totheark
giveit to
me
*Is it his? Who knows, but he wants it. His supply of pills was cut off.*
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Sylar | Heroes
Note: Sylar would be calling himself Zane Taylor at this point in time- if you want your character to be familiar with him, feel free to call him Zane.
[ He spends a little time staring at the screen before realizing it's recording, or broadcasting, or whatever the video function on the Network did. He give the camera a timid smile and holds up a bottle. ]
So, uh- I found some...Oxycontin? But the label's ripped. I can't see who it belongs to. Is someone missing this? I can try to get it to you, if you're close.
@ordo; audio, private - gonna assume they're familiar with each other!
[It's said with the same sourly flat drone of disapproval Lutha usually carries. It shouldn't be too much of a surprise - the teen's never been adverse to mentioning his work. Item running for traders who bid the highest tended to get one into some tricky and often dangerous circumstances, especially over little mistakes like this.
There's a rough sigh that crackles the mic, but when he talks again, some of the bite leaves his tone.]
Do you even know what kind of medication that stuff is beyond the name, Zane?
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Uzuki Shimamura | THE iDOLM@STER Cinderella Girls
[The video snaps on to a view of Uzuki sitting perfectly poised in the center of the screen. She's holding an orange medicine pill container, cupping it with both hands, and speaks with a bit of worry and fright in her voice. Her expression matches that distress.]
Good evening, all! Um, I seem to have come across some medication while I was searching today. Has anyone misplaced this? Or - Um, might you know of anyone who has? [Her voice drops to a murmur, glance also falling low.] I don't even know what this is supposed to be... I've never heard of this drug before...
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Uzuki is a fast actor, preferring to secure shelter as quickly as possible before the locks and weather can decide her fate. Tonight is different, though, and as the clock nears seven she's still fighting the cold. She tugs her partner along with a frenzied sort of worry, assuring them (as necessary or unnecessary as that may be) that they'll be just fine as long as they get inside - quickly, though, so let's hurry, maybe, that sounds like the best plan. That frenzy melts into relief once they secure lodging, and she sinks against the shut door, letting out a pleased sigh of relief.
"I'm so glad we found a place to stay!" Talking helps ease the lingering worry, melts it further into a calm. "Oh," her attention is drawn to a mess of blankets in the corner, "it looks like there are some sheets, too! Maybe we can share them!" And over she goes to examine the pile, reaching out to tug and then yelping at the realization. "Ah - It's a person! Oh, dear, this can't be good, they're not even moving...!" She looks to her partner, worried. "D-Do you think we should call for help?"
And just like that, the locks snap shut.
Phi | Zero Escape: Virtue's Last Reward
Well, so much for all the food I had with me. It doesn't look like something anybody should be eating right now. I had some a couple hours ago and it seemed fine then. At least I'm not writhing around on the ground or anything. Has anybody else been having the same problem?
[Start by making observations, gathering information, reasoning things out from there. And while the situation wasn't dire, it was important. Without food nobody was going to be lasting pretty long here.]
I guess it could be some kind of extremophile, though it would need to be able to survive cold and heavily irradiated environments, on top of displaying widespread and rapid growth. All in all, it seems pretty unlikely.
[Not impossible, but unlikely.]
All of this is just one idea, anyway. If anybody has anything else, we should try to figure this out.
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Hey, come take a look at this.
[Why is Phi checking under the desk? Better question is why wouldn't she be checking under the desk. It'd be stupid to miss any obvious clues by not being thorough. And hey, it does seem she's found something, after all.
A message, written under the desk. Phi isn't looking at it right now, instead pointing to the name it's signed by.]
Have you seen this username before?
3!
[It's spoken hesitantly from over Phi's shoulder as Luna leans in to get a better look. Granted, she hadn't been trapped in Norfinbury as long as most others, but it never took long to get used to the more prolific users on the network. This wasn't one of them.]
It could just be from someone who isn't in the town anymore. But... why would they write this somewhere so hard to find?
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Gonna assume some passing familiarity, if that's okay!
go for it!
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Dug | Up
@mynameisdug | video
[The video feed opens with a big, snuffling black nose and the overwhelming sound of a dog's heavy breathing close to the microphone. Dug backs away from the camera, his golden brow furrowed as he looks back and forth between the camera and a bunch of moldy food strewn across the floor from his backpack. A red bulb on his collar lights up as a mildly electronic-sounding voice starts talking. That might have been a surprise once upon a time, but Dug has been nothing if not outgoing since his arrival and most people have probably seen this trick by now.]
Hi there. I could not help but notice that all of my food has got spoiled. Has all of your food got spoiled? I am very hungry and my food is very spoiled. I tried eating the spoiled food, but it is very spoiled and I made a sick.
[His gaze lingers on the disgusting packages, and then he gives the tablet an almost guilty glance before dropping a shoulder straight in the middle of the pile of mold and rot and rolling right over on his back to squirm around in it even as he resumes talking, all four of his little legs in the air.]
This food is not good to eat and I am hungry. Did I mention that I am hungry? I would like some food to eat, please. Do you have food that I can eat?
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We are rescuing you! We are taking you inside and rescuing you right now!
[This is the most important thing Dug has done in days and days, he is sure. He's not actually all that much help for carrying the person he and his friend found in the snow, but he tries to make up for it in sheer enthusiasm for the task, bounding along through the snow and dashing ahead to jump against the door of the house and knock it open. There's a lot of bustling about as everyone gets inside, and then as soon as the person in the blanket is set down Dug is jumping on them, pawing at the blanket.]
I am going to keep you warm now. My name is Dug, and you are --
[He cuts off abruptly as the blanket falls away to reveal a motionless face blackened by the cold. Dug's ears fold down tight against his head and he lets out a high pitched whine. Tail tucked, he backs off of the body, still whimpering as the voice from his collar speaks in a horrified whisper.]
Oh, no. Oh, oh no.
Four omg
Homura isn't happy to see another face being added to their shelter after lockdown, even less so when said face isn't even human. Tossing that thing back outside probably isn't an option, the door's probably locked by now, so they've really got only one option here and as cold as she is she isn't completely heartless.
So there's a chair being whipped at that thing, to give Dug a few precious seconds to get out of its reach.]
Run!
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@ketximq; video; two!
@mynameisdug | video
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Sherlock Holmes | Ditto
Video @nope
[Hmm. Sherlock rattles the little bottle he's holding curiously before studying the name on it. It's obscured, the writing has smudged from the conditions outside and little sign of the owner is left on the bottle itself. It's an orange bottle with a complicated locking system he has to push and spin to unlock. There's a faint scuff mark on the side, clearly caused by the drop and whoever lost them was probably running at the time. The pills inside were small, oval and white.
The only things he could get from the label were Oral and Twice daily.]
Someone seems to be missing some pills. How terrible some people's fortune must be. There's no name and the date is obscured. I highly doubt they are sought after by the owner but nonetheless, perhaps this may jog someones memory if they are seeking them.
[It seemed unlikely to Sherlock that whoever lost them was desperately looking for them given how long they must have been out here and the fact that the bottle was near full yet pre-opened, showing they had been barely used. Which was interesting given the age of the bottle and the instructions. Two daily seemed unlikely. Whoever had them didn't take them regularly. Either forgetful or dismissive.
He shakes one out onto his palm, snaps it in half and sniffs it curiously. Nope, he's getting nothing. He then knocks back the pill into his mouth and chews it. No surprise that he pulls a face at the taste. He highly doubted they were toxic or dangerous but they still didn't give any kind of indicator what they were. He closes the lid to the bottle again and slyly slips them into his pocket.]
Unless anyone wants to claim them, I will be making use of them myself. [For recreational reasons.
Party hard]@spliceoflife; video
[Did you just take an unlabeled pill?! What?! No!]
I can not stress more strongly that you should not take any more of those!
[From this angle he can't see what they are but that hardly matters. Putting anything in your mouth kf unknown substance is purely destructive and inviting disaster!]
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