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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.]

bakudan_bambino

[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.

numerouno

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.]

circumspector

Do you ever really, really, really wish, someone was so dead you could just wipe them from your entire life? Like they never existed. And you could undo all the people that they hurt, too.

But they did exist. And you know it. And they made you what you are, and now... you don't know who you would be without them?

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.

vosseeker

[ 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.

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[ 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! ))

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."

redwinekindofgirl

Sooooo everyone noticed the fucking strip mall starting up outside, yeah?

[Julie is standing near one of the outside windows. The 'HOT' part of the 'HOT TOPIC' sign is visible over her left shoulder. Her right shoulder is occupied by a small, cat-like creature that's staring into the camera while Julie speaks.

She jerks her thumb over her shoulder, both eyebrows raised.]

Are we not talking about the strip mall? Is it like the first rule?

[There's a pause, then she tosses her head slightly and grins.]

I'm going to Hot Topic, in like... ten minutes, if anyone else wants to come.

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.

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?

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 ]

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.

circumitus

[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."

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. ]

Got any requests?

theweakhavepurpose

[The video opens with a idyllic shot of horses grazing in a pasture with a barn in the background. Well idyllic if you discount the fact that they're clearly on the agriculture level of Beacon, one of the horses is glowing and the other is Branwen and that some of the other animals in the paddock are mutated deer. It's about as close to scenic as this place gets.]

Kieran and I have been working on getting a ranch going up here. Cho's been doing tests on the deer and they're good to eat so I'm gonna try and get a little herd going. But then over here...

[The camera pans to some cleared areas nearby with the smoothness of someone who has used their phone to film hundreds of Vine videos back home.]

I thought we could start some sort of farm? I've grown tomatoes before but I don't know anything about farming, I'm more the livestock sort. So if anyone wants to work on this, you're more than welcome.

Actually if anyone wants to help with any of this feel free. But don't try to pet the deer. They're not friendly.

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