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[ooc: backdated to some time during the snake crimes - likely before the fire - an announcement. Responses and/or threadjacking may come from Fandaniel at points, I'm not the boss of Psi. Please mention if you have a preference for replies!]

Kurama sets the tablet down without a word to start, he is visibly outside, on the farm apparently. He offers a bright smile almost reflexively before his expression grows more somber when he starts speaking.

“With recent losses, the farm could really use help more than ever these days. In particular, those skilled with animal care or meal preparation. There's an extra kitchen now, I am concerned about food stores and I had wanted to start making meals for the clinic when that might be called for-”

A commotion in the background interrupts. He turns away from the screen to witness Fandaniel running across the property some distance away, being chased by a number of angry chickens and one Very Large rooster that older Chosen might recognize as Scramble. Fandaniel may or may not be carrying one of the chickens, but the animals don't seem to be interested in letting him off the hook too easily, either way. The magical barrier protecting the farm ensures no actual harm can occur on the property, and Kurama doesn't seem all that inclined to interfere with the spectacle, especially as the chickens appear to be winning.

“It seems some of us learn our lessons the hard way.”

It's not directed to the tablet, more to himself. He hasn’t turned back to the video or moved at all, if anything he may have forgotten about what he was doing, entirely.

chimericalclaw

[It's only thanks to jotting down notes to himself before passing out that he even recalls the conversation he had with that sorcerer of eld... It's not much, but it's still vital enough to share.

His tone is succinct. He's not pretending to be lighthearted about this.]

I was recently alerted to the fact that there are permanent consequences to dying here. Our souls degrade despite being brought back, with no apparent way to restore them. Given the fact that the man who was able to perceive this appears to have left, there's only so much I can tell you about it. If anyone recalls their own experiences after revival, I encourage you to share them.

I have a theory this degradation may be related to why the other cycles failed to the point the AI felt the need to forcibly change former Chosen to "save" them, but I'm afraid that's all it is for the moment.

Ah, that reminds me. I had an odd interaction with the people from across the sea; they muttered about remembering airplanes almost like the Naga reacted to Mr. Howe's questioning about their pasts. I wouldn't be surprised if they were former Chosen as well.

laserguy

[Not that the camera’s picking up on this, but Scott’s with Kotone and both of them are hovering over his tablet. They’ve been thinking about this for a while, especially after the disappearance of both Claude and Miller, and after discussing with each other about the idea…]

So, uh. Does anyone remember how Claude mentioned about holding a remembrance for all the people that disappeared? I know he’s gone now… but I think it’s a good idea still and we should go through with it.

[Especially since so many of them have ‘returned’ home now. Disappeared. Scott would like to believe that everyone is safely back home. At least it helps that when he vanished from this place, he did go back home and experience a bunch of things. But anyway…]

We’re thinking about holding it at Richard’s Inn. [And he definitely agreed, 100%. Uh-huh.] We’ll probably manage some food and drinks, but it would be helpful if you brought something too. Kotone can’t cook that much.

[Don’t make his girlfriend cook in the kitchen for hours on end okay!!]

If everybody brings a little bit, I think it'll be really fun! [Ah, yeah, unsurprisingly, there's the sound of Kotone's voice, neither confirming nor denying that she could cook that much.] Remembering people who are gone doesn't have to be sad. It would be nice if we could all eat together and share some of our favorite memories.

[Scott almost wants to add something really corny like ‘we can make new memories!’ But he refrains. No, that’s too much!!] And along with that, it might be nice to write down names and brief memories of them. You know. Have it in writing and for others to read. Like a book.

[Kotone hums, the sound of her voice getting a little louder as if she's leaning closer to Scott. Without him having to say he wants to make new memories, it seems she's having the same idea.] It might be nice if we could exchange something, too. You know, 'cause it's not just about the people who are gone, but making sure we can remember everyone who's still here, too. I could get the stuff from the Sewing Club, maybe…

Yeah, just a small something for the other person to hold onto. [He helps, concluding Kotone’s thoughts. Is there that obvious warmth in his voice as he looks at Kotone? Maybe. Yeah gross, don’t worry, they’re about to wrap up.] So yeah, bring food. Or if you have any extra thoughts, let us know.

[ooc: Replies will be given by either Scott or Kotone or both!]

mightymorphin

Woah, okay, we got a problem! A real big problem!

[The camera at first is awfully shaky, but it's soon clear enough that Morph is outside - and on the nearly-destroyed roof of the X-Mansion, given that the camera passes over a view of a couple of caved-in rooms from above before uprighting itself to focus on the horizon.

The view of the treeline so soon after dawn would probably be more lovely if it weren't for the growing plume of smoke.]

D'you see that?!

[The camera zooms in close enough now to show the suspicious glow in the near-distance, and the dark plume of smoke in more detail. Morph sounds panicked, but they're also slurring their words, more than someone who's just woken up should be doing.]

That's the training grounds... lots of trees around there. I'm gonna check it out, but I need... I need a minute.

[Now they sound distinctly queasy. Oops.]

(OOC: This is in regards to the training grounds fire!)

expi

[The video feed starts off as shaky. At first the camera is pointed at the sky before it spins around, focusing on the ground for a second before moving back up and revealing three unknown figures. These people appear to be human, despite having snake-eyes and scales scattered around their faces. The most observant Chosen might actually recognise them from the video post made by Viktor not too long ago.]

'Hey, hey! Is this thing on? Never seen a charm like this before.'

'I-Is.. Is this truly Aldrip? I can't believe it. Look at these buildings... They're so huge.'

'It's truly hard to believe this is the same as that old dump, huh?'

'Yes. I do not see them mining the jewels from the mountain any more.'

'The candy mountain you mean...'

'Jan. Vega. Please... Now that we are here we must find out what happened in the past and what all we've missed.'

'You are right. The fairies might be behind this cycle.'

'Hey, c'mon you two! We're finally free! Finally with the other Chosen, thanks to that purple man and his gang! Let's enjoy ourselves for a bit! So! There you have it Aldrip, my name is Vega. That's Jan and Kazue. And we are ---

Wait, who were we again?'

opheliac

[when this video starts, there are two things:

(1), it's been quite some time since jinx made a video on the broadcast. normally, she would either make a text one or audio. but today, it's a video. and in this video, for those who know her, they will notice a drastic change in her appearance. what happened to those long braids, and a different outfit, too? well. at least she's changing things up a bit.

(2), she doesn't seem to be saying anything as the camera rolls. in fact, she looks rather peeved as she sets her phone device somewhere so it can stand on its own. it also seems she is outside... on a nice sunny day, too. with a day like this, what could possibly bring her mood down? anyway, after some fiddling around, jinx moves away from her phone, and turns her back towards the audience. and then......................................................................................................................................................................................................]

( this is why you shouldn't lose a bet )

[OOC: threadjacking most likely will happen with jinx and dazai and possibly others.]

entreats

[ There's only a voice feed without video to go along with it - but even without her face being visible, the edge of fatigue to Ange's voice is pretty obvious. Aside from that, her voice is pretty much the usual same monotone-- just with that little extra to it. ]

In case anyone came to the apothecary often-- Claude obviously isn't here anymore to run it. I have all of his notes, so I figure I might as well run it. I mean, at this point I'm apparently here until the heat death of the universe while I have to watch everyone I care about disappear, so might as well, right.

[ Sorry, the apothecary now apparently comes with a Hot Topic attitude. At least it explains where the fatigue in the girl's voice might be coming from. ]

So stop by while I undergo my own special kind of torture in this place, I guess. There's a lot to go through and figure out, so if you had some sort of special deal with Claude, make sure to let me know. Or I might find it somewhere in his notes in three months or so, so letting me know is likely faster.

[ It sounds like she might be looking at all of it right now, in fact. There's the sound of slight paper rustling in the background. ]

Or let me know if you can help with this. I haven't exactly done any of this apothecary business stuff before. I mean, Claude clearly didn't even consider the optics of leaving a place like this to a witch. That's just stereotyping, you know? So rude.

endcaller

Updating map.

[There is a pause, and for a moment, that seems like all he's going to say. Then, with a breathy sigh, he continues.]

Or so our keeper told us.

[A rustling of chains and a small giggle.]

...Thus far, we see little has changed, though it has got my restless mind wondering... How well do we know Expiation?

Have there been any efforts to fully explore the simulation? Has anyone ever explored past the northern mountains or chartered a ship to brave the dread unknown? Has the AI populated this world for us, or do we encounter walls where the land is yet unfinished?

runeing

[ the video feed opens with the shot of… the ground, and a pair of strangely purple, metallic-looking feet, some blue fabric covering the legs. faintly, one may hear viktor’s voice saying, ]

This proves it without a shadow of a doubt. You were right. It is possible to make them remember… to help them.

Wobbles, hold this for me, please.

[ the tablet shakes for a moment as viktor sets it in the hands of the little robot, and as his face comes into focus, it is framed by a hood, and his cheeks, while not quite purple, certainly don’t look to be made of flesh anymore. ]

Observe this, if you would, [ he says this to those watching, and then walks away, long staff in hand, entirely steady on his feet. the surroundings reveal themselves to be in rumpitur; there is a snake person standing nearby, seeming panicked as viktor approaches, watching someone off to the side of the view of the camera. ]

It will not hurt, I promise. Let me help you become who you once were.

[ what happens next is nothing short of unbelievable: viktor lifts his hand, and the purple lines in his metallic body all start to glow at once, an otherworldly light emanating from his limbs, spreading to his eyes, and finally exploding outward as it connects with the naga. for a moment, the light is too bright for anything to be seen clearly; though if one tries, there are circles inside the light, forming a strange sort of a pattern as they wrap around the duo, standing there.

when the light finally dies down, viktor is still there, leaning onto his staff, visibly exhausted — but opposite him, there now stands a person, a man looking mostly human, with some scales still along his arms, his eyes still with slit pupils, like a snake’s. ]

How… do you feel?

[ the formerly-a-snake blinks, shakes his head as if trying to gather his bearings, and says, ] Like… it feels like I’ve been asleep for a long time. Just woken up from a dream, except there was nothing there, you know? Just… emptiness.

[ before viktor can say anything more, there is clamoring to be heard, coming closer; other snakes, shouting, an indistinct mess of he’s hurting them, see and stop that — the others are clearly not pleased, and viktor sighs before holding out his hand towards wobbles the robot, signaling for it (and the tablet) to come closer. ]

Can you see? It can be reversed. What the previous AI did. I could only save this one and two others… but it can be done. We are not helpless. This simulation is not all-powerful.

[ that is all he has time for, though, as the yelling comes closer, and with a frown he takes the tablet and cuts the connection. ]

( ooc: viktor is back from his canon update and is now from between acts 1 and 2 of season 2! his responses come with a slight delay as they are currently being kicked out of rumpitur. some responses to the post may also come from octavian, who is off-screen throughout the post. )

southernchere

[still not fully getting the hang of the video function of these devices, the feed wavers and goes out of focus for a second or two — until this little hut is revealed:]

( IMAGE INSIDE! )

[it's unclear (unless you know the username of this broadcast) who is behind the camera, until the video comes a bird's eye view of this decorative little shack.]

Well, that's right good, innit? It might be gettin' hot as Hades, but I reckon this is the best time for it!

[floating back down on ground level, rogue twists the camera to face herself now with her new accomplishment behind her, grinning fairly big.]

I've been meaning to do somethin' like this for ya'll. Now I ain't licensed or nothing, but part of my powers is all about knowing exactly how ya'll are feeling on the inside. But instead of touchin' and learning it the mutant way, I'd like it more if you tell me on your own.

[there's a brief pause from her, and her voice sombers when she speaks again:]

I know we've all been tossed in Hell, out, and back again, and it gets harder to tell our loved ones how we feel about things, and sometimes we think it'd be better to say nothing at all. Keep it all bottled up and have it all twisting and turning 'till you get a crick in your neck. But lettin' it fester can lead to trouble, and Lord knows, we don't need more of that around these parts.

— It's good to let it all out, but more in a healthy way. And that's what I'm here for. 'Cuz sometimes, it's easier to say things to someone who don't know a flippin' thing about ya.

[the mutant makes her way inside her therapy hut and plops a seat on one of the chairs, sitting more upright to look professional.]

I'm a lil' out yonder from the city, out in the fields. And there's no charge. Not gonna make ya'll pay when all I want is for everyone to feel better themselves and getting along.

And if that's not enough to rope ya in, I'm one hell of a cook, and I'm fixin' to start grilling some burgers and hot dogs in a little while.

individualized

Hello. I am Echo. It occurs to me that I have neglected to introduce myself on the communicators. My apologies.

[That entire opening had about as much emotion and inflection to it as it looks like it would. In other words, minimal. For anyone seeing her for the first time, she looks like a petite teenager. Which she technically is, there's just more that isn't obvious.

Echo pauses, then gives a small frown, and a bit of color comes to her cheeks.]

I...have been confused about something. In the past, I've found posing questions in this manner to be a good source of information, so I would like to ask this of the other Chosen:

What, exactly, is a "friendship"? Or, at least, what means people are friends? I believed I understood it before, but I'm no longer certain of the answer.

[There is absolutely no indication that she may be joking, nor does she sound like she thinks this is an unusual or incredibly complicated question.]

Thank you.

traumaticus

Greetings, it's me. Richard Plantagenet, the duke of Gloucester.

It seems like the last the events of the last month truly shaken up our community in more ways than just one. And on top of that it appears that the council is back on the move once again, trying to subdue us 'the chosen' under their thumb. There might not be much that we can do in the face of such horrors but i do not believe we are entirely powerless either.

But first things first. If any of you find your housing situation compromised, please, come to the inn. We will allow anyone in need to stay free of charge. However, I must warn you that the standards aren't quite what they used to be with the resources running low, which leads me to my next point.

I call everyone who is willing and capable to gather and join me in the cleaning up and rebuilding our city. The roads are still filled with rubble and debris from the fight and some areas seems to be completely blocked off. Similarly, I will call everyone who is interested in defending our city to join me and the defense squad with patrolling around the borders and woods nearby in case of the monsters still lingering around. The game and other wildlife seems to have left the their usual area, so we need to make sure that it is safe for them to return here if we want to thrive as a community.

As for my last point.

I am aware that not all of you might trust me or have the most positive views on my actions here. Still, I wish you to listen to what I have to propose to you and take it in your heart without being clouded by prejudice and hear me out.

When my homeland was met with great injustice my noble father, the duke of York, took upon his shoulders to set things right. He rallied the people, raised the banners and brought upon a storm like no other to sweep across our country. All just to remove the tyrant, the false king from his pedestal. When I look at the way our state in this city I must admit that I feel compelled to do the same and urge us to take our fates to our own hands. The Council and this AI-entity might loom above us like Gods, but that does not mean we ought to outright submit to them. I am aware that we have already into our own groups and formed affiliations. But I truly do believe we are strongest when we are together and united.

Which is why I propose the following: that we, the Chosen, would form our own governing body. A council of our own, if you will. I do not suggest that we follow one true leader, as I believe that to be fruitless in our situation. However, we would greatly benefit from having chosen representatives to gather and bring out the issues that we might be facing as a community, so that we could coordinate our efforts to match our best interests and needs.

This is, of course, just a suggestion. I would love to hear what all of you think of this.

manifestering

Hello. Octavian here as ever.

[Octavian slightly too close to the camera, specifically, with glimpses of Rumpitur's streets behind him, beautiful springtime, all of it. He looks wildly out of place here, as always looking like a wasted Victorian in a sweater vest who's never seen daylight, but: here he is.]

Previously I shared with you all the visions shown to me by our previous AI iteration. The former Chosen turned into something else. I believe this is them.

Watch.

[And he moves, device still in hand and camera rolling, to approach one of the Naga. He asks them quite directly, "Do you remember what you were before?"— and the Naga blinks at him for a second before something changes in their expression, a clarity coupled with a strangeness of feeling, like they are seconds away from remembering exactly what he's talking about. It's there, definitely, under the surface—

And then it fades, and the Naga brushes him off with a dismissive wave and turns away.]

You see. They are nearly there. I have asked them many variations. "Do you remember being Chosen." "Were you human once." "Do you know where your people came from." All who react do so in this same way.

[A beat; he makes a little face, lips pursed.] The others have informed me I am either insane or rude. Belligerent. What did you all do.

[It can't have been him, he is a weird hermit who barely goes out. The rude questions and abruptly accosting the Naga totally unrelated.]

Somewhat unrelated. In her departure Root has left me with a small pile of her computers and other devices. I am not especially gifted with them. Will someone help.

giraffic

i don't know how to start this but here goes.

when everything happened recently, i bit some people.

it matters that i bit people because i'm infected with cordyceps. the mushroom zombie shit. i'm immune. except no one would believe that before cutting my throat, so i didn't tell anyone. but this place did something and whatever the fuck makes me immune stopped working temporarily and people got bit. it could have been a disaster, so that's my fuck up and me giving official notice or whatever.

[ fucking Jerry. she needed to be honest, but honest wasn't safe. did he seriously not get that?

show remorse for your crime by explaining to others what happened and what it means, and what it means to you.

easier said than fucking done.

she tells herself it's the only reason she's complying. if she didn't want to royally fuck this place over, the rest of the Chosen needed to know. if they decide to confine or kill her...well, could she really say it wasn't the correct, expected option? ]

but that's not enough, apparently. jerry wants to know what it means to me.

it means watching every person you ever care even a little bit about turn into a monster or die while you just keep fucking going.

fuck you and your council, jerry.

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orphne

Hi everyone!

Jerry gave me some homework. Can you help me with it, please? ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

He wants me to ask if there's such a thing as going “too far” to protect someone you love. What extent would you go to protect others? Would you physically harm them if it meant saving them from harm?

Oh, you can respond with video or call or text or whatever, that's fine! If you want to talk to each other too, that'll probably help, also.

Thank you! ₊˚⊹♡

followyourstar

So... this might be a strange question (and hopefully one that isn't in too bad a taste considering what all just happened), but... What sorts of dreams do you have? And how did you go about deciding on them?

mysophobic

[ Shigeru is pacing as one does when they are not stressed out and overthinking what to say to a large group of people. But he finally stops and takes a breath and nods to himself as if to say he can do this. This is easy!! ] Um!! I-I know I startled a few people last month with my...transformations. I'm fine now, so I'm really sorry that happened! Hopefully it won't ever again? [ But you know it probably will! ]

A-Anyway, we've been through a lot and there are a lot of things that need to-to be fixed. So...I wanted to offer my help with that if people need it? I normally don't use my powers for fixing objects, but I can help out if people need me to. It'll also be a good way for me to get more practice in.

[ He fiddles with his gloves before looking back at the camera. ]

I can help rebuild things like buildings, patch up holes, and whatnot, with my-my powers. So if anyone needs anything, please feel free to ask! I can also help with healing any injuries people might have sustained. My powers work on organic and inorganic things, so...yeah! Just p-point me in the direction and I'll be there. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me!

endcaller

[The feed blinks on to show Fandaniel leaning against a metallic wall, eyes gleaming, face set in a wide grin.]

Good morrow to you, my fellow Chosen!

[He chirps and twirls, landing on his tiptoes with one hand against his heart, the other raised in greeting.]

So much is happening of late, and I have much to say, but I promise to keep it brief. [A mischievous grin suggests this may not, in fact, be brief.]

Let us start with last month. That was quite a fun little vacation from sanity, wasn't it? I apologize for my rampage. Such devastation was not my intention.

[A pause, he thoughtfully tilts his head.]

My intention was to rain my Hell upon the Courthouse, but that structure is well protected these days. Such a pity. 'Twas my understanding we had a running gag of demolishing that place. Ah, well...

...[A longer pause as he stares into the middle distance, then remembers himself. He waves his hands.]

Ahem!

On to more important matters!

As some of you may remember, I backed up our AI to my dear assistant Hyperetes. Isn't that so, Hyperetes?

[The camera bobs as something beeps.]

A few days ago the AI finally deigned to communicate. It sent me three images, which I have attached to this feed, along with a single word...

"Help".

If anyone could assist me in finding the locations in the photos, well... Do let me know. I intend to set off on my search very soon.

That is all!

'Ta!

[He starts walking away, pauses suddenly, then whirls back to the camera with a gasp.]

Oh!

One more small detail... After the AI left its message, a countdown appeared on my device. It looks to be ticking down to the eleventh or so of next month. 'Tis fine, I'm sure. Naught to worry about!

[The feed cuts off. Anyone opening the attached files will see three photos:

-The view from a beach, facing an ocean. There’s a city on the other side of the ocean – it looks like what could be a fishing village.
-Bones on the same beach, along with some vague articles of clothing.
-The sight of a tentacle, with a golden blur that looks monstrous in the background.]

((ooc: people are welcome to threadjack in the comments.))

feintofhart

Another month, another crisis, huh? I hope everyone's more or less back to normal now.

[ Claude's voice is wry, though there's a troubled expression upon his face (and not least of all because of everyone who had seen him in a wya he'd rather not be seen). He's not broadcasting this from his Apothecary, for once, but sitting on the floor of someone else's home (Spock and Jim's, for those in the know), a black cat nestled purring in his lap. ]

I don't expect what I'm saying is a surprise to anyone -- we always notice those who leave us on our own, but it seems that we've had an unusual amount of disappearances these days. Jim, Spock, Levi, Root, Toph, Yu, Manjiro... and many more faces I've grown accustomed to seeing around town, even if I never got close enough to learn their names. People who had spent many months here, but in the blink of an eye, it's as though they'd never existed here at all, save for what they've left behind. I know I for one will sorely miss them. And I don't know what this says about the stability of this world either. Perhaps it's high time we raise a glass to all those who have gone, and all those we miss.

A glass that I don't mind filling myself, at that. I still have ample food stores for those who need them. [ He is not, however, sharing where those food stores are. ]

...and now that I am apparently in possession of three cats and a dog, I wouldn't say no to tips on that front either.

[ ooc: this is preemptive to a little IC memorial a bunch of us were hoping to put together for any dropped cr, no matter how recently they dropped! if you have any ideas or would like to pitch in, feel free to pm/dm/plurk me! ]

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