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Wrench: green
Jinx: blue
Sharon: Orange

[ The feed turns on (yes, he still claims to be anonymous even on video) and already there’s some noise in the background. Looked like it was Jinx and Sharon engaged in some kind of one-sided battle. Sharon is busy trying to snatch a paintbrush out of Jinx's hand, her cheeks puffed up in visible frustration, lips pursed. When it's clear she's not going to get it back, she steps back, picks up a small bucket of paint, dips her fingers in, and then flicks the color at the other girl before sticking her tongue out childishly. Whether Wrench was or was not aware that they were fighting or one of them was fighting and the other of them was confused about it was out for debate. Speaking of Wrench! Two LED eyes pop up from the bottom of the screen real close. ]

Helloooo trenchies!! [ in one big swooping motion that might have almost hit the both of them which he quietly apologizes for shortly after. He swings wildly between being dramatic and being serious enough to give someone whiplash if they weren’t used to it. A moment. Wrench takes a step back, okay a few more steps, aaaaaand a couple more. There we are. ]

Tis I, your friendly– er, your neighborhood, uh, Wrench. And I need your help! Or, uh, I guess I’m just announcing some shit with these two cool cats. [ He shrugged and Sharon gave an awkward wave, pulling her attention away from Jinx. ]

Found this place in Willful Machine. Fixin’ it up to be a kinda work and live space for all you techy engineer and programmer types if you’re interested. [ Cause he’ll use it anyway so whatevs] Come on by, share resources or work on some shit with other people. First, though. Gotta make it look fuckin’ cool.

[ Jinx rolls her eyes at this and without a word, she gathers up to her feet and storms off somewhere off screen – yanking a bucket with her to go as far away from the two of them as possible to paint. Wrench takes a moment to watch this but returns his attention to the camera. ]

[ Sharon takes a moment to step up next to Wrench, shooting Jinx a short look as she sulks away, visibly confused but trying not to draw too much attention to the tension ] There's plenty of shit here to decorate with if you want to come by and help. And I've also brought snacks, so... Free food!

Oh, yeaaaaaah! Free food. How noble! [The sarcasm in her tone is enormously thick, not even the toughest of knives can cut through. ] It’s important to include everyone, right? Make sure no one starves out here.

[ And Sharon just sighs deeply (like a bitch (: ) hoo boy. never a dull moment here, right? ] Soooo yeah! Come by. Help us make shit cool.

[sansa is once again on her couch with lady and her large direwolf-and-weirwood leaf tapestry. she wears a charcoal linen dress embroidered with ravens and her feathered collar with direwolf caps from madame generosity, her needle necklace tucked in the elaborate chatelaine hanging from her wide leather belt. lady wears a matching collar and stretches into sansa's lap, huffing reassuringly.]

Hallo, this is Sansa Stark. Many of you know by now Sasuke and Sakura have returned to the sea in the hopes of having children.

[they were very certain they were going back to their world, sansa thinks it's equally likely they'll end up hatching baby cephalopods.]

I promised them the Sanctuary will keep the Wellness Center in Darcmouth open. If anyone else should like to work there, we would be grateful for their assistance. I also intend to provide space for Night Walkers to provide different modes of therapy, such as talking and making art, that anyone of any age might find helpful.

[it's been largely down to word of mouth for local parents and young sleepers to find age-appropriate therapy, and sansa intends to provide a permanent location for night walkers to provide these services.]

We should have the Wellness Center back open within the fortnight. Of course it is difficult to do anything at all in Darcmouth with the lanterns as they are. I imagine it is Riteoir's influence preventing the patrons from repairing them, but if it persists I should be glad to speak to The Tower myself.

[she smiles faintly and sadly.]

Sasuke also wanted everyone to know that his dojo remains open to any that might like to use it.

private to Sanctuary and Painted Turtle Clinic staff

I thought it might be nice if we met to discuss our plans for the Wellness Center in its hot pools. If anyone doesn't have your waterproof robes from the Wakers, I should be glad to find you new ones.

private to Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen

Greetings, Lords Guangyao and Xichen, it is my honor to offer you the use of Sasuke's dojo for lessons in the cultivation and use of qi. I know that not everyone may achieve mastery by your methods, but there may be techniques that can aid them in learning to use their own magic more effectively. I hope that you and Li meimei are well, and I look forward to discussing this matter at your convenience.

Been experiencing a number of break ins and thefts at the roost
Heard similar from some willful machine vendors
Hardware and things
Anyone else notice it

If its someone in a bind to fix something i have no problem helping
You dont have to resort to stealing
Just ask me
When the roost is open
At night please

[that said, he can also be found during the day there...cleaning up stuff that'd been disturbed in his absence and feeling out where he can put locks on things.]

[He was going to send this as anonymous, honest to gods, but then his omen walked over his Omni while he was getting a drink and sent this.]

So what is therapy exactly? Aside from 'talk to someone to make you feel better', I know that much.

What sort of books would one look for to find advice for doing therapy?

Is this even something I should be trying to do for someone?

[That last bit he'd been planning on taking out, but. Omens.]

[Maul was sitting outside on his roof, the snow softly coming down around him, hood up so they didn't land on his head. There was a soft, contemplative look on his face that he didn't often wear. For those that knew Maul, they'd realize there was one big change. His eyes, which had constantly been a golden color before, were now instead a grey-brown.

Next to him, looking perfectly fine with this cold weather due to the fur that made him little more than a ball of fluff, was his Mankey, named rather fittingly Cranky. Though Maul seemed unaware of it, the Pokémon was imitating his master in body language perfectly right now, sitting down with his arms folded and staring off into the distance. Mankey see, Mankey do and all that.

There was a long pause before he began the video. He was woolgathering and trying to put everything together, saying it in just the right way.]

For anyone I teach, classes will commence again now that I am back. [There was a pause.] In case you were unaware, I made a long journey to my home galaxy for about three years, though I understand I was only gone for about a week here. I had....quite the experience just before I came back with the Dark Side of the Force. I had to face a great many things about myself and learn some hard truths. But while I could not accept what it had to offer me then, I think I am ready to now. To let go of the past, to put some of my pain behind me, to gain more power than I ever thought I could.

[Always with the search of power. He couldn't help it, such a thing was ingrained into him by now.]

It taught me to let go of fear and pain and instead learn to care about others, to keep anger close, but never to let it turn self-destructive. Things many of you have told me here but which I did not want to listen to. But who am I to deny it when the Force itself tells me such things? [There was a soft laugh.] Well, I have returned and don't plan to go anywhere, much to the misfortune of some of you.....But this has proven an interesting experience, one I shall take heed of going forward.

[ The feed opens up to an aggressively cheerful young woman beaming at the camera. ]

Sal-u-tations, residents of Trench! I'd like to ask you a question!

It's been a year since I came to Trench, and I've met so many wonderful people since I've arrived - including Evelyn!

[ She gestures to Evelyn who is, by all appearances, and Omen in the form of a tiny flying humpback whale. ]

I've never had a chance for this kind of celebration, though, so I wanted to ask: how do you commemorate the anniversary of something?

[A certain someone had come in late to the game, with only a stack of notes and what looked to be a bulleted to-do list tacked to the wall. There were a multitude of unanswered questions-- and the few answers available only brought more to the foreground.
It was time to make some forward motion.]

Morning all.

Here's a questionnaire to answer at your leisure. Feel free to use the anonymous and privacy functions if they are more to your tastes, given the sensitive nature of the questions. Detail isn't necessary, unless you want to give them. This is just a surface level poll.

1) Who is your Patron?
2) How do you relate to them?
3) How is your Blessed Day significant to you?
All answers will be screened on request. I understand that people may want to keep certain details private.

[With that matter taken care of, 'Athena' set about their life in peace. They landed in Trench with a grand puzzle, and it was going to be fun to solve.]

I would like to pose several questions regarding bloodstone gems.

Robby has had some luck in gathering information from Nevermind when discussing blood pollution and attempts to balance it. The pthumerian stated isolating specific abilities from the bloodtypes into gems could be an avenue. Darkblood comes to mind, the reality bending abilities used to warp the pollution or corruption directly from the environment.

I've done some initial testing with little success, hence this post. Does anyone have experience with making bloodgems they can share?

Are there bloodgem jewelers in the Trench you can recommend? Any information found in the Archives that can be useful?

For that matter anyone interested in the research is welcome to help or get involved, I am hardly an expert in blood magic itself, in truth. Donations of blood are welcome as well as we continue to look into this.

[ooc; here is the ooc plotting post for this player plot!]

i: VIDEO PRIVATE to eden

[There's a saga before this that isn't broadcasted to the network at large, but only to Eden via drone: Mike's abduction on the way into Crenshaw, his bout of unconsciousness - the horror of waking, mouth stitched shut, in not quite unfamliar, bloody, hostile territory, clad only in a dull, red jumpsuit - the further horror of realizing he's chained to what amounts to nothing more than the headless upper half of what had once been a Sleeper. It's possible she's seen who and what their fate was. It's also possible she hasn't.

It's the standoff in the Sleeper Farm - floor after floor of dragging the remains of another Sleeper with him, up and up - even when his blood is functional enough he could be rid of the gory baggage he doesn't shed it - that would, in effect, be leaving a man behind, and what kind of thing is that to do? By the end of it, it's become a grudge. And by the time he's in front of that statue, all manner of organs in its hands, he gently unshackles his companion, and then himself, before stomping on the chains until they're no longer chains, but a mess of old wires that disintegrate into nothing but stains on the floor.

His endless rageful shouting - the stitches are long gone, left an aftertaste of ash that's as unwelcome as the rest of this, maybe even moreso.]

Del, to everyone!

ii: VIDEO PUBLIC: omen: username: TENSKULLS/MIKE ENSLIN

[His Omen is not instructed to contain the broadcast to the small circle Mike intends to ask, so she opens the line of communication to all of Trench instead. Mike may have meant "everyone" in the "Sword Wizards and Mike" way, but Delmira obeys in the literal sense.

Mike's blood and its monthly bonus of excitability is doing the Zealots no favors once he's up here. They're glitching as fast as they're moving, somehow they're not close enough to attack, they're never accurate enough, and then they're behind a bubble that's rendered them a slow motion haze, confused and barely audible through it, while he sits on a summoned chair, a growing pile of shirts at his feet that shows no signs of slowing. Every shirt is wrong. Wrong pattern, wrong color, wrong cut. That's a fucking video tape and:]

That is the wrong fucking thread count!! GOD DAMNIT!!!

[He is now screaming (nearly unintelligibly) I want!! MY SHIRT!! with the exact same vibe he'd once screamed as he attacked a mini fridge. If counted, it takes four hundred and ninety nine shirts to get the correct shirt back. And not that he's paying any mind at all to the Zealots besides hurling words:]

You circus freaks are either going to help me find it or you can fuck right off!!! I'm DONE!

[Wrong shirt.]

Why don't you close your eyes, imagine yourself being actually fucking scary, and then open them and weep, you ASSCLOWN!!!

[Two wrong shirts, but closer to anyone who knows the shirt.]

That was my lucky shirt! I was on my way to WORK, you fermented ball sack! My friends gave me that!! Like you know what friends are with that face! Clive Barker called, he wants his whole thing back!

I'm gonna kick you in the dick so hard your vertebrae pop out like a goddamn Pez Dispenser!!

[Not a shirt, but that's a rain of vertebrae shooting across the backdrop if one chooses to look. Mike doesn't - he's too busy yelling.

Shirts flicker out of existence as new ones appear in his hands, and when that last one comes, he goes quiet as he examines it, the flurry and whirl of bloodmad monstrosities outside his shield growing hazier still. He looks up at the statue with a cold calm, his hands clenching and then releasing the fabric, somehow angrier now that he's bunched it up. So he holds it gently now as the wall he'd conjured flickers, fades, and reveals a floor emptied of Zealots - just that statue and its organ offerings. Its blood.

Before he's able to make any further move, there's a pale, pulsing glow that replaces the fading bubble, a pearlescent shimmer as Moon Presence ends this scene just shy of sacrifice, and he's suddenly in his small, messy room at the Sanguine Station, (standing in front of a whole wall of photographs - daughter, wife, brother, various combinations - in most of which his own face is blurry) - holding a bloodied hawaiian shirt - the very same he'd donned for his first day at his new job - which he has now missed.

He looks down at his omen, the screen, blinking. Delmira blinks back, and shuts her eyes, so it's only Mike's voice that asks, after a pause:]

iii: VOICE PUBLIC: omen: username: TENSKULLS/MIKE ENSLIN

How the fuck do I get blood out of a good shirt?

[ The broadcast seems to be coming from a Japanese-style garden, though with less greenery, given that it’s Trench. Some people might recognize the man standing in it as Daniel, though he’s not wearing his usual Trench getup, instead wearing a white karate gi, complete with headband. Next to him is a boy some people might recognize as Robby in a similar white gi.

It’s Daniel who speaks up first, his facial expression a relaxed smile. ]

Now, I know that there are a lot of people in this place who already offer help with fighting lessons. But this place can be so dangerous, and there are a lot of people here, so.. better to have too many opportunities to learn than too few, right? [ He shakes his head. ] That’s why I decided to open up the dojo I ran back home here as well, Miyagi-do Karate.

[ Yes, he’s gesturing an absolutely unnecessary amount as he speaks. It’s the Italian within him. ]

Miyagi-do isn’t about learning how to go around picking fights. It’s about learning how to defend yourself and how to protect others, while also focusing on your internal balance. All of which are invaluable skills in this place.

[ Daniel pauses, glancing at the boy standing besides him, before his smile widens a tad and he moves a hand to pat Robby’s shoulder. ]

I’m sure some of you might recognize my student Robby here. He’s been practicing Miyagi-do for a long time now [ never mind some stuff that’s being shoved under the rug here, sshhh ] and will be helping out around the dojo.

[ Robby has been quiet up to this point, letting Daniel speak without interruption, eyes cast in the man's direction without directly looking at him. But his lips roll when the hand falls on his shoulder, and his expression turns serious. ]

It's true we don't come from a world as dangerous as this one, or as many of you do, but the dojo will hold to its promise to help protect its students by passing on any knowledge and training that will give each one a better chance out there. I'll be helping to lead some beginner classes outside of weapons training, and I can give any advice to newcomers if you want to talk to someone closer to my age. [ Or theirs, perhaps, but same difference. ]

We welcome anyone from any of the other schools of fighting, just as we'd recommend that people go to others to find what works for them. Sensei Uchiha of the ninja school and Sensei Lawrence of Eagle Fang are good teachers with their own styles I can recommend, and if we can help alongside the other teachers here, that's our goal.

(ooc: daniel is the black text, robby the green text! ooc information can be found over here!)

[cw: forced body transformation]

gloves for skeletons

skeleton writing gloves

gloves for skeletons to write with

( skelesearch terms )

[Tenya's Omni turns on and immediately the first thing that everyone is greeted with is the sight of bright golden fur, but that zooms out to reveal that the fur actually belonged to a full-grown lion. And the one that is working on bringing the screen into focus was none other than Tenya Iida himself, dressed in what once was an almost childish mockery of a gladiator's armor has transformed into a proper suit of armor.]

Friends, Sleepers, and Countrymen, lend me your ears!

My name is Tenya Iida and I seek to test my mettle amongst the strongest warriors. Be you a man or woman or those between or neither- if you think that you are strong I wish to spar with you! Test your strength against a true warrior and stand proud despite your eventual honorable defeat. Fear not, this would not be a battle to the death as one ought to be and all spars shall end with only a handshake. I shall end this proclamation with just one question; Are you not entertained?

I had a thankfully dull moment earlier today passing ways with a fictional ghost—the Headless Horseman. Nothing else happened. However, I am not accustomed to seeing fictional characters, even ghosts, walking around Trench.

1. How normal is this experience?


2. Have you seen any other ghosts—fictional? From home?


3. If you have an experience as the month goes on, I would appreciate knowing.

The Entertainment Feed is going to screen two movies related to The Headless Horseman tonight. It is thematic to the month and solid entertainment. It may also serve as education and preparation should you be unable to avoid a violent altercation.

The plan will be to do the same for any such ghosts people see that are in available media.

[It's text. Why is it text? Because Melius has gone into hiding.]

[... Sort of. He's under his bed. Shhh, don't tell anyone.]



is it true theyre hunting

um



virgin blood ???

this
month???

is that true ??

It's been a year
A full solar cycle...and the blood river is back
That means other things may come back too
The moving buildings the zealots
I dont know how many of us are still here that remember...but i think its important to share what we learned so everyone else can be safe

So much here tries to hurt you with your past even if you dont really need any help getting beat down by it
There may be ghosts or creatures that try to drag you down with them
But you can shake free of them if you have the help
So always ask for help OK?

We go forward whether we want to or not after all

[ Green = Midoriya | Blue = Murderbot | None = Locals ]

Beasts can be people. I had to see if there was a person in there. That's why I used a Moon Drop on the Bugge.

Waste of a Moon Drop... Just kill it like we all do, Deku. [ The voice comes from a grizzled Hunter with their hand on their hilt. ]

[ Midoriya isn't filming this. He and a group of farmers are the subject of this onlooker's stream. A few Hunters are interspersed with them, identifiable by the badges that match Midoriya's own. They know him by his Hero name, Deku. His green Hero gear is lightly stained with his own warmblood. He's bruised and exhausted, but anyone familiar with him knows that he'd be much more injured if he actually came off worse in a fight. ]

If there's a chance I can save someone without killing, I have to try.

These are my crops! The blood of the Bugge enriches them, don't you understand? I have to feed my children! [ A farmer brandishes their harvesting sickle. ]

I--I'm sorry. If you need help, I--Please, let me help. There has to be another way. There are other ways to make the soil better, just--we can figure this out together--

[ Several people in the crowd push forward, and Midoriya flinches with a step back in time with them. He can feel several stabs of alarm in his head. It evokes multiple memories of a group of people ganging up on him, and he's not good at using words to defend himself. He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around his head and not look at them, but these are people he wants to protect. He has to face them. ]

Congratulations, you are being streamed live to DeerNet. Don't do anything you'd regret.

[ The voice is flat and even, near emotionless but with a slight edge to it. If anyone looks at their relic, it is streaming with a one second delay. ]

[ OOC: replies will come from Murderbot and Midoriya ]

Ok. This is officially an invite to something amazing.
If you are here, and you have not disappeared on me, and know about the Entertainment Feed.
Tomorrow. Six o Clock. Join us at the Entertainment Feed to live Fast.

See the wonders of Rio de Jainero like you will never see them before, and never will again!

Ok, so I've never actually been to Rio, whatever.
It's a hilarious trip, and you do NOT need to have seen the first four to understand what is going on.
You just have to be badass.

Two rules. No fighting. Also, no disappearing mid-film. That's an order.
Also, additional rule. Don't ask me how I got the thing that plays this video originally.
It involved getting some sweaty asshole a towel.

[... Ruby. This is your fault. She's blaming you. No disappearing on her.]

(OOC: Not that we've ever actually had a member of the Fast franchise in this game, and if we'd do I would laugh my way all the way to the bank? Assume that all kinds of the details of the film are just wrong so there's no ACTUAL spoilers. She did swipe it from the Archives after all. Besides, it's Fast. Some names and faces can definitely be changed for the sake of the ... well, Dom. You get the idea.)

I would like to ask for advice.

Last month, I badly hurt someone.

I don't like them, but they didn't deserve what I did to them.

And this person is important to people who are important to me, too.

What should I do? I don't know if an apology is enough. I don't know if they even want an apology, and I don't know what to do if they need more.




Thank you for taking the time to read this, even if you can't respond.

[it's black. a single inverted conical light hangs overhead, casting a yellowing glow down onto the wooden table below. maybe a few stains of liquid here and there on the surface, maybe that's wood pattern, who knows. a man's sitting in the darkness at the table, gnarled purple burn scars attached to the healthy flesh of his hands via surgical staples just around the base of his palm and past his wrists. the same burns travel all the way up his arms and vanish beneath metallic cuffs above his elbows, clasped to his dark coat. similar burn scars cover his entire throat and the lower half of his face, as well as his lower eyelids, all stapled to his flesh the same way, which gives him a skeletal rictus grin of sorts. it even spreads down to his upper chest, before his white shirt hides it from view.

dabi really doesn't make a lot of posts or responses on the network, but sometimes, hey, you gotta reach out and ask a question or two. he leans forward, spiky black hair brushing just under the light above, probably giving indication he's in some booth somewhere, but no other clues beyond that.]

Ain't much for this kinda thing, but anyone out there got a computer? Somethin from a "modern" time that'd take a USB cable. Maybe with some good media editing software. These Omni things can download and store media from the network, but hell if I can find a port on this rock.

[the image shifts a few times as he gives the omni a few turns around, as if doing one last double check for proof. then settles it again. dabi sets a small button camera used for covert recording operations down on the table.]

Or if ya know how to jack somethin from home into the Omni, lemme know. I got a few things I wanna upload to the network.

[the camera itself isn't capable of connecting to any kind of network, so transfers of the media recorded has to be manual.]

Might be fun to watch 'em later.