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SINI, baby!

[An obnoxiously loud, sing-song voice is broadcast across Anchor. The lack of sincerity in its too-bright tone is palpable, made even clearer by the way in which the speaker delivers his next line:]

We need to talk.

[A cool, level monotone, but the smile behind the words doesn't falter.]

nothinglikefather

Ladies, Gents and Qubit:

If you happen to find neatly folded trousers tucked away in corners around the place, leave them alone.

It's important they stay where they are in case of emergencies.

If you take them and don't replace them I will know and you will regret it.

And if you do see a tall, naked, handsome man looking for said trousers: Do not touch.

0thingsonmymind

whatdoes
d o m e
do
?

*He knows its not safe outside but he doesn't really get why inside is safe and outside isn't. Probably something to do with the walls, but he's not sure the dome counts as a wall.*

isthis
good
bad
oth er
? ? ?

*Included is video of the blooming bud pressed up against the dome. He circles it as much as possible when filming it.*

redshiftnpc

[ Creepy Joe is on the network. Not with his horrifying face up in the camera this time--he doesn’t appear to be looking at the camera at all. Cameras, to be more exact. The view of him keeps changing, but it’s clear enough what he’s doing.

He’s in the agriculture section, sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, surrounded by animals. They steer clear of the ruined half of his body, but are letting him pet them with his good hand. He’s currently rubbing the nose of a reindire, which nips non-aggressively at his fingers.

It’s hard to hear what he’s saying to them--mostly it’s just cooing noises. But he looks. Well. Happy.

It isn’t Joe’s voice that pipes up when the talking does start - the voice is familiar to anyone who went exploring in that crashed ship months and months ago, or who answered a network post about the disease a while back. There’s no cheerful laughing or bouncy chatter this time, though, but the voice that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere around where Joe is sitting is haughty, imperious, with just a hint of irritation. ]

Good evening, bitches. I hope everyone is doing just marvelously this fine evening.

[ A loud, annoyed huffing, and the voice sounds again. ]

Just thought I’d pop in and let you all know that I’m getting tired of all the ungratefulness around here. My friend and I have both tried to help you, we’ve done our best to keep y’all safe and what do we get for it? Sass. Ignorance. Clandestine plots to imprison Joseph by force. And the compromise is what? Tricking him into it?

[ A pause, and now there’s a laugh, but it isn’t bubbly or happy or entirely pleasant at all. ]

Joseph doesn’t need quarantine. You people are so transparent. We’ve suffered enough and all of you should know better than to hurt us more!

[ Her voice gets rough and loud at this, with a grating, growling undertone, obviously angry. ]

You saw it. I know you saw it. That room. The room where we were reborn. You’re all lucky it’s me and Joseph here and not the other.

[ Joe looks up, worry deepening the crows feet that frame his eye. ]

Pain-sister, they don’t know. They don’t know anything.

[ He watches the reindire nuzzling into his palm, muttering more to himself now. ] But they should have listened. They should have.

[ A snort this time, from her, but her voice has a ring of fondness to it when she speaks again. ]

Joseph is far too kind. So am I. You all feel like you’re the ones in charge. You’re not the ones in charge. I know how much you all just love having your privacy, so guess what? I’m taking it away for a while. Hope you haven’t said anything too personal lately.

[ For just a second, it goes quiet, and then the cameras flick off. After another few seconds of darkness, the voice comes through again, this time a bit softer and a bit sweeter. ]

Except the nice ones. The nice ones don’t deserve it either.

[ Yes, Joe can be found in the agricultural section hanging out with the animals. ]

circumitus

"So. Don't suppose anyone has put our heads together in order to make this place more operational yet, have they? Getting pretty sick of sitting around not knowing shit, so am starting on a few projects that maybe some could assist in."

[Well, that's one way to get things started. There's also a reason why all you're hearing is Rey's voice and she's not texting, because she sounds like someone who hasn't slept in several days. That's also because she hasn't slept in several days. Sleep is dumb.]

"First of all: Who's been familiarizing themselves with the tech in this place, if anyone? Maybe someone who can help with electrical and engineering, computing, shit like that. Trying to get some shut doors open here.

"Second: We got any mechanics? Figured those rigs in the garage and shop could use some tidying. Might be useful.

"Last: Been digging through the library's rubble for anything worthwhile. Found lots of weird shit, from alien to ancient Earth texts... Left what's legible and intact sorted in some piles there, but feel free to organize or sort through any of it if you're curious or just need something to do.

[Pause.]

"Speaking of which, what are you doing?"

[That's almost more of an existential question than Rey intended it to be. If she gets any smartass responses, she has only herself to blame.]

"That's all."

livingdeadgirl

ive been told that in places like this
its not uncommon for people to disappear suddenly
sent home by the same mysterious force that brought us here to begin with
but i was wondering
if someone does disappear
is there any way to be sure thats what happened
as opposed to them being lost in the basement
or the wilderness
or dead

on a related note
has anybody seen ben hargreeves

hyperthermic

n e 1 else curious whats on the other side of that maze ?

thinking about taking some supplies and finding out.

wouldnt mind another set of eyes.

writtendestiny

[She rests her chin on her hand while she addresses the screen. Poison is sitting in the shared living space of the rooms she shares with Peter, and there is a small black cat stretched across the back of the couch.]

I have a question, and... it's a difficult one, so no one has to feel like they need to reply.

[Sigh.]

I'm curious... about how many of us have died before. And how many times.

nothinglikefather

Contrary to what anyone says, the monster in those weird locked rooms is NOTHING to do with me.

I mean

I may have let it out. But it wasn't me who put it there in the first place.

theweakhavepurpose

[The video opens on Princess Thug who is happily gnawing on a reindire antler, a new purple collar around her neck with a few blingy rhinestones on it. She's been bathed and groomed so she looks like a delightful floof of a wolf right now and not the fierce, murdering Judge she should be. Jacob would be furious.]

So I opened a bunch of the presents or whatever they were, outside in the crashed ship and PT got some good stuff.

Did uh.. Did anyone find something that seemed really meant for them? Maybe something a little fucked up?

circumspector

[ Angel's feature's flicker onto the screen, black-eyed, black hair, those strange blue markings that adorn her body down her left side and right horn, that telltale hint of fur that appears across her shoulders, her neck, collar-like. Decidedly, completely, not human. ]

Hi. There has never been an easy way to have this conversation so I am just going to jump into it. I'm a monster. [ Her long ears flick, pricking to sound, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. Her thick, black claws that come to flat ends tap against her cheek. ] It's a long, long story. But the sum of it is pretty straight forward, there was a God. She took people like this place takes people, she turned us into things. I became this. I wasn't always this, nor was I chosen for any grand reason. But now I am capable of smashing through concrete with one kick, I can lift ten or twelves my own weight, and I weight a lot, despite my size.

But that and the horns isn't why I call myself a monster. I'm a monster because I crave human flesh. I can and have eaten living people. I didn't get a choice about it. I can sate it when things are good. Raw meat of animals will do the trick. But, if I put it off any meat at all long enough, the hunger becomes ravenous, and I get taken over by this... this rage and hunger. I might - care for you, want happy things for you. But when I am like that? I'm not your friend. I'm not human. I'm not... not me. I can manage it, but this place just wiped my memories for a few days, so I can't make that assurance it will never happen.

So this is my permission. The day that happens, and you can't trap me or stop me, you can put a bullet in my head. I won't cling selfishly to a life where I am hurting someone to fuel myself. I'll only regret it when I come out of it. If it's me or someone else, I'll always pick for someone else to live over me hurting someone just because I am like... this.

[ She clears her throat, because what else is there to really say? So just... ]

... Do you think Tequila is bad for the Reindire? I keep feeding them mine.

[ #nailedit ]

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