Deer Country Network

Hello everyone! Ladies and Gentlemen and.. people who aren't either but.. are other things I guess- ANYWAY! I'm Bolin, you might know me, I was in Deerington for a little while before we made the journey here. Mako's brother, earthbender, at your service.

[Bright! Excited! He's got so much to say and it's all great!! Bolin is sitting in a booth in The Raccoon Room, it's all very fancy and newly opened as you might remember from the big party on Halloween. Heck, you might have seen him there performing tricks with his omen Pabu the fire ferret, who is currently draped around the back of Bolin's neck like a scarf, only mildly interested in what's happening but squeaks every time Bolin gesticulates particularly big.]

Firstly, I wanted to say thank you to everyone who came to the Raccoon Room's opening night, it was great and I know it meant the world to Mako and Wu. And hey, if you had fun you should come back which is what brings me to my next point!

We're gonna do a musical.

[Jazz handssssssss! His eyes are very bright. Is this a good thing? Should you be worried? Remains to be seen.]

Wu has asked me to direct it, with music by Ryan from Chicken Choice Judy aand I know what you're thinking: Oh- Bolin [In falsetto, because that's how you all sound and you know it.] but a musical we don't know-

Wrong-o, it is going to be amazing and you're all going to love it. So good news, we're casting!

There's going to be auditions.. and costumes and music! And sets! It's going to be like a live action mover with songs, I can't actually think of anything better.

So, if you're interested in being a part of the show and auditioning or getting on the crew, drop me your name, questions, and deets and welcome to Trench's very first musical production ooffffffffff wait for itttttttttt?!!?

I'm running a few experiments on the properties of Sleeper Blood. I haven't been able to achieve much with my own so far.

If anyone other than a Warmblood is willing to donate a small vial, reach out to me and we can talk.

Though I wouldn't be opposed to having more of this red blood in supply.

[Oh thank god. This one wasn't Equius' eye-blistering text message for once. Why? Well, because what Equius was doing right now required a visual aid, so video was more appropriate. The troll is standing in front of the camera, growling at an anvil and holding a heavy looking mallet. He is dressed in a pitch-black dyed leather apron along with equipment designed to handle heat. There's a towel hanging over a rack nearby, three of them actually, and he looks like he's worked up a sweat already. Setting down the hammer, he pulls out a stylus and holds it up so the camera can see it clearly.]

Residents of Trench. It seems I am made to continue to exist at the whims of others more powerful than myself, and for the time being I accept this condition. [Grunt] But I am a firm believer that idle hands are Troll Satan's playthings and accustomed to making myself useful. Rather than leaving my place of occupation, because for some reason I can't seem to find my way out of this district and am disgusted with the lack of direction everyone possesses around me at present, I offer my services.

This? Is a stylus, with which I can draw. [Snort. He took a piece of paper.] That is not important. What is important is that I possess a capacity I refer to as Alchemization. It is a ... gift I learned in more recent years. What I draw on paper, I can create. Thusly.

[He scrawled on the paper, before producing what looked like metal ingots, if they were drawn by a child. Emblazoned on them was the symbol Fe, for Iron. He dared the camera to speak about his skills at drawing before putting the paper down and reaching into the drawing, pulling out a set of metal ingots and setting them on the anvil.]

Complex creations take more energy, and there are limits, but I can create non-living things. I am skilled at assembling those things into others that are more useful. My specialty is weapon and armor crafting. I am told some of you have an interest in this subject.

So. Speak. I am looking for people to work with in the fabrication of instruments of death and destruction most fearsome and willing to create objects of necessity for others. Might as well make myself useful while I am trapped here.

...

And do not mock my drawing skills, or I will throw one of these ingots at you. I only need so much iron in the forge today. They make passable projectiles in my hands.

[In front of the camera today is what appears to be a very young teenager, adjusting the makeshift hood he has over his head to make sure that it's covering the back of his head well before he addresses the camera directly with a cough and attempt to sound prepared.]

Hello, people of Trench! If we haven't met before, then allow me to introduce myself: Dib Membrane, paranormal investigator and inventor!

Now, it hasn't really been easy to invent the things I wanted to here, given that my latest projects involved the fabric of time and space, but!! I'm determined to try to accomplish something here nonetheless, starting with seeing just how far the limits of this place actually reach. Physically, that is, to start with.

[And that's when he steps aside, revealing that he has what appears to be a rather futuristic looking aircraft.]

Ta-da! I got lucky and found that my ship from back home made it here with me! So I've spent the past few months doing work on it to make sure that it was still capable of flight despite the limited resources I have at my disposal right now. And now, I think it's ready to go up as high as possible, past the atmosphere and into space itself! And all of you are gonna get to watch!

[Zib picks up his device now, and carries it with him to come closer, and now those watching will see that it is actually quite small up close, big enough for only maybe two people at most to sit comfortably in. There's also a brief glimpse where, behind the seat, there's some furs and foodstuff that implies that Zib... might have actually been doing a lot of his sleeping and eating in here, which he kicks aside with a foot before setting the camera down so that now everyone will have a front row seat to look through the front window of the ship. It's angled though where you won't really be able to see the controls of the ship and what exactly he's doing as he moves his hands about while talking.]

If I succeed in this test, then finding a method for people to leave this place and return home without having to... I don't know, wait until something happens, could be possible. There might even be other planets aside from this one with resources that can be used to benefit everyone here as well.

[He mumbles to himself then a few more things about fuel supply check, controls check, etc. to make sure he is indeed prepared, before the sound of some kind of engine can be heard starting up.]

Okay... begin the ascension!

( cut for length, and guest-starring Moon Presence )