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[The following post has been filtered from un:bearly.bewitched AKA Elleru for obvious reasons:]

been living with a roommate for a little over ½ year and shes great and beautiful and makes food sometimes and says really nice things but just not entirely sure what she wants yet
sometimes all she wants to do is hang out in bed and sings to me while brushing my hair and it felt nice but no ones ever done that kind of thing before so not sure what to make of it

tho a couple months ago she said things like she has "wanted more than friendship" and "if you want to be with me you need only say so" but does that mean what it sounds like or is it reading too much into the situation??

asked to take it slow didnt know what else to say in case it was wrong
mind you she was naked when she said some of these things
but we were in the spa so ofc she was naked this is relevant

anyway

cant tell if shes pissed now bc recently started noticing things like a rat stuck in the drawer and someone definitely put it in there on purpose
the cat sure as hell wouldnt do something like that hed probably just eat it on the spot

[At least Rey doesn't get squeamish, so she was able to just let the poor critter go in the garden level WHERE IT BELONGS because what the hell, Elleru.]

today theres this big ass dead animal on the front door of our room
dont see her around but pretty sure it was her bc theres a paper flower left next to it that she usually makes so unless one of you fuckers out there fess up to playing games its probably her

at any rate is this a threat??? made a mistake?? she isnt human so maybe its possible to have just interpreted her signals the wrong way? or maybe shes mad about being asked to take whatever we have going on slow??

any advice is appreciate

[Sorry, Anchor. You're dealing with the most Useless Lesbian ever.]

eatdavesbabies

so with recent events - recent events i.e. my ass getting teleported to this hellscape straight out of every piece of 90s dystopia fiction - i find myself asking the important questions. I need to get my ass some serious intel.

what's the best 80s-90s Arnold Schwarzenegger movie?

shit like jingle all the way can auto get fucked.

kaballin

Hey assholes.

This is Kabal and I've got a proposition for you.

So I dunno how many of you were here right from the beginning like me, stuck in this place for fucking ever. Anyway, you know no one has died? People disappeared but no one's died.

Makes you wonder what happens to people when they do.

So in the interest of science and my amusement, I've got a prize for the first person to kill someone. I mean I guess you can off yourself too, but if you don't come back then you're screwed out of the prize, but you do you.

I've got a better phone than the shit we were given. It has games, these things: 🍆💦, a Geiger counter, music player. A bunch of other stuff. And it's yours if you prove you did the deed so we can see if they stay dead or turn into a zombie or who knows what else.

Don't have to kill anyone specific, but if it's Qubit I'll throw in a personal shield generator.

Oh and the robot samurai, two story tall lego sculpture and the light up metal ninja don't count. Gotta be a person.

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

citharede

[ It's a video post again, this time of Athena lying on her back on a broad leaf with a sheer drop to one side. She's clearly not at the top of the enormous plant, because she chickened out half way there. She is now just super casually trying not to admit she's too scared to climb back down. COUGH COUGH EVERYTHING IS FINE.

She grins at the communicator's camera, then hovers it over the edge of the leaf, showing the enormous distance down to the park. ]

Because elevators are so last century, am I right? You want a proper fuckin' apocalypse and you need giant mutant plants.

[ She focuses the camera back on herself, and on Stanley the ice dragon, who has just made himself known by climbing on to Athena's chest. ]

I am not convinced at this point that this isn't some giant-ass fever dream that I'm going to wake up from in a Philly hospital. But honestly, no regrets.

[ Athena blinks, paling. ] Okay, that maze is a regret, but no other regrets.

[ She rolls over, cradling Stanley in her lap as she sits up. She freezes for a moment as the leave trembles under her, then once again is SUPER CASUAL. ]

Anyone else almost get a tentacle to the face? Do you think that's how that Joe dude got his eyeball monster? What kind of freaks make a place like that anyway?

vosseeker

[ You'd be forgiven for thinking that this world had sent Starscream away, considering he hasn't been present in Anchor for a good while. Not down in the public park, not in the vehicle bays, not even poking around engineering. No word of a departure, no expected return.

And yet here he is! Spending an obscenely long time in the garage decontamination showers, until the systems check finally says he's free of dangerous radiation levels. Sadly, it seems Anchor is not yet free of him. ]

In all your little scurrying about and exploring this place, tell me someone has come across excavation equipment. Specifically rock drills and cutters. For that matter, are there any hauling carts? Mag-grav would be best, I'm not carrying this all back by hand. I'm not a mining drone.

Further, I require the following items:

[ He lists off about a dozen parts, which individually aren't that special, but combined sound an awful lot like he's building a distillation tank. ]

Finally, I have high fidelity scans of planetary areas outside the colony. In exchange for assistance with extracting my located resources, I will share them with the rest of you.

floozie

Attention, everyone!

If there are any aspiring butlers or maids in this sewer looking for a job, know that I'd be happy to help your budding careers by hiring you to be my full-time caretaker. As the position's unpaid you'll be working for exposure, but I'm totally willing to write you a great reference after I release you from my service.

Veterans with at least five years of experience in the industry are also welcome. You think you're first rate now? With my help you could be the best.

In the meantime, while I wait for applicants to pour in, could anyone lend me a shirt?

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.

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 ]

writtendestiny

Does anyone know anything about panic rooms?

private to Peter Parker;
Where are you, I need to talk to you.

hyperthermic

Did you people get rid of all the bodies, or was all that bullet damage and laser scoring just a little bit of harmless fun?

And who's the guy with the angry seaweed for a face?

Place seems too interesting for its own good.

redshiftnpc

[ The communicator bobs, turns, points at the floor. There’s muttering from a voice some of Anchor’s residents will recognize. When the camera rights itself, it’s a close-up of Creepy Joe’s face, the eye that was formerly sealed shut now open and writhing with tiny flower-like tentacles. His other is steady, crazed blue.

His mouth is still twisted, his lips still curving upward on the ruined side of his face, not quite hiding teeth too long and sharp for a human mouth. There’s movement behind and between his teeth, though it’s hard to see what it is until he opens his mouth--more tentacles, tiny flailing things growing from the insides of his cheeks, the roof of his mouth, his tongue. They make him lisp hoarsely as he talks.]

Don’t go down. Don’t do it. You’ll open the way to worse things, worse things, worse.

[ He glances behind him, and in spite of the close angle, some at Anchor might also recognize where he is. In his little hole in the wall, where he was recording the actions of Anchor’s new residents. ]

Trust me. I came back, didn’t I? I came back to help.

writtendestiny

[A few conversations have led her to mulling more on this than she would do normally. Maybe it's the lack of having to fight for her life constantly, or certain questions she's been asked, but...]

Is there a way to find out if you're a clone? Does it matter if you are?

Does it mean you're worth less?

redshiftnpc

[The entry opens with a soft, sweet, high-pitched voice that will be familiar to those who'd explored the ruins of the spaceship in the wastelands, or anyone who'd heard her suggestions during the item swap or over the past week or so while people have been coming down more sick. She's humming a bouncy little song, at first almost absently, and then with a bit more spirit and energy. After a few moments of humming, the voice trails off into a soft 'mmmm' before she goes quiet.]

Good morning cats and kittens. Have you all been resting up? I hope so.

[Another few little hums, and a laugh, but when her voice comes back, it's sombre, with a harsher edge to it.]

I sure hope you have. You're all gonna neeeeed it.

[Another little laugh, more breathy this time.]

You have a big problem, and I'm here to help. But you have to help me first.

[When she finishes, her voice is much softer.]

I just want you all to live.

dispenserofjustice

You know what I was just thinking? "It would be great to visit a creepy, mostly abandoned colony right now." Because the first several times we had to answer a distress call or had a mission that took us to these outposts weren't bad enough.

That's not really why I'm typing this up. Correct me if I am wrong but it looks like most people here are human. That's a little bit of a problem for me. Love humans, honestly. Some of my close friends are human.

The whole "we evolved on levo-amino acid-based biospheres" is the deal-breaker. I can't exactly eat levo-based food. Well I could but I'd prefer a better death than that. So what I'm trying to ask is if there is, possibly, any alternatives.

I mean I'd really like to not starve if that's possible. Just throwing that out there for consideration.

superposition

[ Yeah, so, Qubit looks a little put out for some reason! Almost as if he took something personally that definitely wasn't meant that way. ]

Qubit here. In light of recent events, I'd like to remind everyone that circumventing security measures makes the station less safe for all of us.

[ Holds up his index finger- ] Now before anyone starts, I'm by no means disputing your fundamental right to privacy. No, there should not be cameras in your private rooms. But the cameras in public spaces are there for a reason - to detect things like, say, an intruder planting surveillance where it shouldn't be.

[ He pauses for a moment, debating whether he should go for this next part. But... yes. Yes, he absolutely is this petty. ]

... On a side note. For anyone unfamiliar with Earth mythologies, "Loki" is the name of a Norse trickster god, best known for repeatedly deceiving his family and friends for his own amusement. More fool them for trusting him, I suppose.

[ Then he shrugs, with a wry expression that isn't quite a smile. ] Although if memory serves, his little pranks generally come back to bite him, sooner or later. Food for thought.

dothelokimotion

[ the feed appears with loki facing the feed. on the table, there are silver buttons. ]

Greetings. I am Loki, God of Mischief, circa . . . when humans lived in mud huts, I suppose. I hear the security breach is concerning and I have a possible solution.

These badges — [ and he daintily picks one up. ] — will hide you from these, ah, "cameras". They work against infra-red, heat signatures, etc. I believe the only thing they may falter against are soul-forges or . . . quantum field generators, I believe is the more technical term.

You do have to meet me personally to pick these up as I would have to tweak them to your unique signature. But it would offer you privacy against most, if not all, devices.

benhargreeves

[ The video opens on Ben's face. He is looking particularly grim, filming in one of the rooms in the residential section. No greetings or build-up, he just cuts right to the chase, holding up a tiny device between forefinger and thumb. Visible is a tiny lens, and what looks like a small antennae to transmit. ]

PSA. There are surveillance cameras hidden in the lighting fixtures of the bedrooms. I found a creepy tunnel leading to a creepy lair where some fucking creep has been spying on us. Still trying to figure out who is behind it and what they want, but the feeds only show occupied rooms and no empty ones so it's not a coincidence, unfortunately.

[ Ben turns the frame to face the spot where the small camera had obviously been ripped out of an overhead light. From offscreen he says, voice clipped and angry: ]

Anyway. Wanted you guys to know. Hit me up if you need help ripping the suckers out. I'll post again when I know more.

bardish

[ What's a middle aged suburbanite to do when everything's overwhelming all the time and he just needs to relax before he has an aneurysm? Easy: Get blazed, grab his guitar, and jam with the glitchy robot band in the dance club.

It's a mystery how this recording started. Maybe Jeff, in his stoner state of mind, accidentally hit record. Maybe one of the bots did. MAYBE IT WAS AN ACT OF SABOTAGE. In any case, Anchor, enjoy Jeff Calhoun and some slightly off-beat jukebots trying to do justice to an R.E.M classic. ]

--wire in a fire in a submarine something and the government for hire in a combat site! Letter whiskers coming in a hurry with the flurries beating DOWN YOUR NECK--

[ Look, it's hard enough to get through the lyrics without tripping into gibberish when sober. Cut Jeff some slack! At least he can sing the chorus. ]

...It's the end of the world as we know it! It's the end of the world as we know it! It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feeeeeel fiiiiiiine...

[ You better believe the robots are providing backup vocals via a series of beeps and whistles. It's like he's singing with R2-D2 here. So just imagine that: a ragtag R.E.M. cover band, complete with a robot wielding both a tambourine and an unwillingness to keep to the beat, chirping along with a frontman who can only get about 45% of the words right.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, including this song. And just as the last notes die out, that's when he realizes he just serenaded the entire network. ]

Ohhhhh... fuck. [ Jeff's just looking like a deer in headlights for a moment there. ] Uh.

[ Pause. Then he seems to relax, because maybe it's the weed-- no, it's definitely the weed. There's something way too chill about the way he smiles now. ]

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