abheirrant: (♛ felt nothing but bitterness)
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How many living individuals remain here?

[This question brought to you by your local guy who has realized he might be in for some trouble if most of the population isn't technically alive.]
circumitus: (meanwhile...)
[personal profile] circumitus
[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.]
bakudan_bambino: (the fag-man)
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[The video opens up to a young man with silver hair, a bored expression on his face, and a kitten on his shoulder.]

Is there anyone around here that's good with robotics and/or programming?

[The boy points to a leather half choke collar around his neck. The kitten on his shoulder yawns, tucks its face against the collar, and one of its legs hang off, the flames gushing out of its ears doing absolutely nothing to Gokudera's neck.]

This keeps shocking me, and it can't be removed. It only started when I arrived on Anchor, so I think the travel here is causing it to ma- [He winces gently, and the kitten gets up and then hops off and out of the camera's view.] malfunction.
kaballin: (Retribution)
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Well Anchor, you snooze you lose. Turns out the first person to be killed got axed by the fucking maze. I'm incredibly disappointed in all of you.

But we do have some loopholes that can be exploited for your benefit, cuz I'm such a swell guy.

So for starters, I am a man of my word, but I can't exactly give the prize to the room itself which means I can either give it to the dead guy, or we can collectively agree this little contest of mine is still going.

Secondly, he's kind of a robot. So I don't think this even really counts. I mean he's absolutely dead. Or was anyway. But that seems like a technicality. Void where prohibited and all that.

Someone convince me they're still gonna do a murder and I'll keep this swank phone up for grabs.

text;

Jun. 18th, 2020 07:15 pm
redwinekindofgirl: (132)
[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl
What are your families like?

Just curious. I mean, I guess most of us must have them.
kaballin: (FIGHT)
[personal profile] 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.
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[ Starscream sounds exhausted, although he's making an obvious effort to maintain his usual crisp tones. ]

Despite the volatile storm surges, I was finally able to get a decent pass over that city visible from Anchor's dome. At first it appeared to be a colony similar to this one, but it has been almost completely taken over and covered by sand. Subsequent passes reveal differences in structure and design, however... more advanced than Anchor.

[ He will include several images taken from the air high above the mystery city. Tall spires surround the concave colony filled in with sand, with only their tall tips standing like atolls in an ocean. The area surrounding the city is pockmarked by many round pits with dark holes at their bottoms. ]

But while scanning, I discerned multiple substance readings that don't match the rest of what I've observed on this planet.

[ This time, he uploads scientific analysis of various canon-specific materials - all of them have some radiation corruption in the telemetry, making a 100% identification impossible... but there's reasonable data points to strongly suggest the readings as viable. ]

Those pits in the pictures are nests, by the way. There are large toothy invertebrates living under the sand. Before anyone asks, yes, they're aggressive.

Do with this information what you want.

---

[ ACTION → For those who wander down to the Garage area will find Starscream sitting on a stack of crates and trying his best to patch up several fairly serious-looking injuries on his limbs and his wings (the latter he's having a harder time reaching on himself). He's definitely leaking blue glowing energon from at least a few places; the wounds are circular and, as mentioned in his post, the result of something with lots of teeth... and something apparently not put off by biting metal, either. ]

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(( OOC: Check out the plotting post for more information on this event! ))
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[ 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. ]
livingdeadgirl: (Default)
[personal profile] 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
vosseeker: (fourteen.)
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[ 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.
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[ 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.
superposition: ((talk to me))
[personal profile] superposition
[ AND NOW IN THE RIGHT COMM... ]

Qubit here. Keeping this quick: I need a few volunteers to provide blood samples for testing purposes. These will need to come from both sick and healthy individuals, please. Contact me if you're interested. Thanks in advance.
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[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.
circumitus: (your girlfriend is a south jersey whore.)
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[The last thing Rey wants to do is show her face for all to see, but after meeting Peter, it feels bizarrely necessary.]

"Would seem some people here recognize each other from worlds different from their own -- this current one as well." [Pause.] "Just to put it out there: Am not that same person, even if we share the same face."

[She then makes a face when a croaky meow can be heard in the background. Rey adjusts the position of the device to reveal a three-legged cyclopean cat, sitting on a table at the bar, his spindly tail whipping happily back and forth while salivating some weird pale green drool out the corner of his mouth.]

"And this can't seem to get the memo. Can't seem to get rid of it, either."

[Maybe a part of her doesn't want to, but it is inconvenient.

[Lastly -- and she looks very uncomfortable saying this -- she adds:]
"Some have asked what its name is. Ideas and information would be... appreciated."
dothelokimotion: (Comfort was the answer to all)
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[ 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.
superposition: ((william hartnell eat your heart out))
[personal profile] superposition
[ Though Qubit generally prefers text, he's found that for whatever reason, people seem to think he's more sincere when he uses video. So he goes with that - you only get one first impression. ]

Good morning, Anchor. You may have noticed a grocery store, of all things, has appeared just outside the main airlock... Ah. I'm Qubit, by the way, should have led with that. Anyways, I've taken the liberty of scouting the place out, and I have good news and bad news.

Good news - near as I can tell, the food's still fresh. Bad news - that's more than I can say for the customers. If you do go, don't go alone, and be ready to defend yourself. It turns out the place has a bit of an undead problem.

[ He shrugs, as if to say "because of course it does." ]

On the plus side, the radiation levels are rather lower than I expected. I'd still recommend suiting up if you can, but you should be all right provided you don't - aah!!

[ As he was talking, something whirred in the background, and now a laser bolt hits the wall not a foot from his head. Startled, he drops the comm, but his voice can be heard receding in the background. ]

Son of a bi- [ the feed ends. ]