hugtopia

[It was a hard decision. It was an even harder talk with Faust. But after the last slip, he couldn't justify himself anymore. He told himself from the very start that he would only allow himself to live for as long as he could control himself and, clearly, he can't.

He's afraid of what happens next. He's afraid of what might happen to Faust when he won't just let them kill him. He doesn't want to hurt Faust in that or in any other way. But he has to do something. He can't let more people be hurt for his sake.]

IMPORTANT NOTICE

Hello, everyone. This is Teo. I have something important to tell you all.

I need everyone to stay away from me. If you see me, even if there's an apparition, don't help me. Don't get close.

I thought I could handle this, but I was wrong. I'm sorry. I've put all of you at risk.

My world is sick. The people in it are sick. There's no cure and it is fatal. It wipes out everything you are and it just leaves you hungry. You'll attack any living creature you can find. It's only here, recently, that I've learned that people could be immune, but that's only if they survive to find out.

I'm not a survivor. I'm one of the dead. I don't know why I'm awake, just that I am. I've been trying to make myself safe, but with these apparitions I

It's too easy for me to lose myself. It takes too much time for me to wake back up. I'm a danger to you and to this world. I won't ask you to forgive me. I just ask that you please keep yourselves safe. If it comes down to a moment, do what you need to do. Don't hesitate.

I'm so

so sorry

burntbridges

Has anyone else tried communing with the dead since they came here?

[Probably not - not only have the locals probably not had a mortal body in ages, she hasn't met a single person who knows about necromancy. It's a terrible shame.]

I can't find any human remains here, I'm not sure anyone even knew what I was talking about when I asked. I found a dead animal yesterday - I think it was dead - but it didn't make any noise. I can't tell if something's wrong with me, or... if death just works differently here. I haven't even been able to hear my crow since I got here.

[There's a long pause while she stews in her distress, before adding on what seems like an unrelated thought.]

Does anyone know how to hire a maid?

ghoulserrand

Hey guys, Teo again.

I've been thinking, we all come from such different worlds-- or even different places in similar worlds, we've got to have a really cool mix of different cooking styles and traditional flavors. I know I've seen some unique meals and drinks in just the short time I've been here. Does anyone have any favorite recipes they'd like to share?

It can be as simple or as complicated as you like and it's okay if the ingredients aren't available here. I like looking at the recipes either way. :)

tempusfinis

Machina, here.

Anyone else find a gift for them beneath that Wishing Willow? Are the contents supposed to be a joke?

[ Someone is UNHAPPY. ]

tempusfinis

those "windows" to the past showed one scene in which a family appeared to pray by linking hands and standing back-to-back. i've been told that, before, this has allowed some to hear a few messages, presumably from the gods of this world themselves. this sort of ritual doesn't seem to work anymore, and it's been some sine since it has.

i'm wondering if there's any other way in which we can try to commune with the gods of this world, be it by other rituals or prayer. [ Or, y'know.... sacrifice.... ]

or

if in your world you're able to speak with the gods, how do you do it? better yet, what gets their attention or intervention?

apologies if this has been asked before. i arrived last month.

[ Prayer really isn't a thing in his world, so it seems worth asking for any ideas. ]

the4united

[Yes, Devon is still moping and depressed about what happened two months ago when his magic basically got hijacked and ended up freezing everyone. His magic has never run wild like that before, and even though it wasn't truly his magic he still feels at fault.]

How do you forgive yourself for doing something... bad? Even when you didn't mean for it to end up bad. In fact, it may not have even been totally your fault, but the hurt was still possible because of something you did.

[Does that even make sense? He hopes it does.]

blindedbyloyalty

It would appear that Cloud has left this world.

[ A couple of minutes later... ]

Our apologies for the inconvenience, but Insomnia's will be closed until the 5th.

ghoulserrand

[He normally would try to lay low in a given world. Faust, too, has suggested he's should. Brining attention onto himself is a bad, bad, very bad idea.

But he can't help it. There's working internet. And he has the power of typing and bad ideas on his side.]

Hey new world! I'm Teo! Just got here. I'm from Earth, but from my last world, I learned that's pretty common, and every Earth seems to be different from the others. Who's from somewhere new and who here's from Earth? And for those from Earth, what's the thing that makes it different?

Alternate introduction question: What's everyone's favorite thing to do here?

awooligan

I guess announcing this sort of thing is what you do on here, so
Héctor Rivera-Adlantis and Neko Adobephotoshop aren't here anymore
Yes I know it's Adomaitis and Nekane, I don't care

[But he'll still make it clear who they are, and stuff. Something something jerk was married to a forgotten guy, being remembered is basic decency or something.]

What I care about is that this means someone else has gotta step up and buy my booze for me
Preferably without the lecture

connectsthedots

[You might recognize the name of the publication: it is the digital newspaper that Dot puts out IC-ly on a monthly basis (or so) discussing the events and goings-on in and around the city. This one is a little earlier than the usual.]

By now I am sure you all have heard about the disclosure of stolen documents from the Research Towers. If not, I implore you to check the public network feeds. I will not spend time covering them nor regaling you with the tale of how I planned to break this story myself at this time. Instead, I wish only to talk about the Research Towers themselves.

The actions of the Towers last month were damning. In the interest of self-preservation, they put many of their workers in peril and shunned the city itself. It comes as no surprise that many of the locals are incensed and several have resigned from their positions.

Sharing these documents with the public could not be any more transparent of an attempt to placate the populous. If they truly wished to make up for their actions, they would be more forthcoming. Speaking honestly, they should be more forthcoming regardless of their actions last month. Moreover, I believe they should be compensating the workers and families they disrupted.

Do you feel the same?

Like-minded individuals are encouraged to sound off here with whatever thoughts and suggestions they might have - if there is enough consensus around the topic, I will begin work on writing a formal petition and letter to be delivered to the Research Towers. It is a small act in the grand scheme of things but a crucial first step in trying to foster open communication. We’ve developed something of a poor reputation with them but I want to prove that we offworlders are capable of handling things diplomatically.

The effort may ultimately come to naught but this reporter aims to make sure it will not be for lack of trying on our part.

Addendum: If any of you have contacts with former tower workers, please get in touch with me. I would like to garner their support as well.

callmegladio

hes gone

looked all over the city and hes gone.

tony is gone. ignis is gone.

im done.

[Sent from the arena... where he's fighting anything he can get his gubby hands on. Gladio deals with his grief in the healthiest of ways. Punching things and getting roughed up.]

elbowroom

[This isn't the first time Jonesy has found herself waking up in a strange place she didn't remember going to sleep in. It isn't the first time a robot has woken her up, either.

The stone slab is new, though. As is the explanation that she's on an entirely different world than the one she knows.

She doesn't believe it at first, until she steps outside into an entire city of robots
- and their claim is further backed up by the fact that none of her implants can connect to a satellite to get her GPS location. Or the fact that the wireless matrix of this place is set up way differently than the matrix she's accustomed to.

There is a wireless network, though. And the robots even gave her a tablet to use. So, of course, Jonesy does what any hacker would do in her position: She searches the internet for answers.

And when she fails to find a quick and easy explanation of how to get home, she goes on the internet to complain.]

ok so ive been running the numbers in my head and its starting to seem very likely that this is all real, and that i'm not just experiencing biofeedback induced brain damage OR trapped in a hyper realistic VR sim from which i cannot escape.

in which case i must ask:

what the FUCK

you kidnap the best hacker in LA , take me to an alternate fucking planet in a city filled with sapient robots and dragons and gods and no one wants me to DO anything??

no hacking, no repairs, no IT work? i didnt get grabbed because someone was planning a cool space heist that they need my skills for? i'm just supposed to hug people?

i am feeling EXTREMELY undervalued here.

if i got picked because of the arms then i'm not hugging anyone. you robots can go fuck yourselves if thats what this is about.

connectsthedots

Good afternoon. This is Dorothy Pratt speaking. This is my first time posting on the ‘network’ - hopefully I’m doing it properly?

[Dot, rarely seen in anything less than a full ensemble, has doffed her jacket and hat and rolled up her sleeves. Her layers of turn of the century clothing are much more breathable than one might think but that doesn’t mean they’re impervious to the heat. She definitely looks Warm.]

I’ve had something on my mind for a while now and the incessant heat seems like as good a catalyst to bring it up as any. I’d like to conduct a little research.

What is fashion like on your world? Even just from those of you I’ve already met, I gather that it’s quite different from my own. [Indeed, as a proper Victorian lady, she looks rather out of place among you RPG protagonists and modern or fantasy types.] I consider myself a fairly fashionable sort so naturally, I’m very curious about it.

So tell me: What is popular back home? And what about you yourself? Do you follow the trends, or carve out your own style? Most importantly, will you tell me about, or better still, show me some of your favorite outfits? I’d be happy to share an insight into London’s trends with you all in return.

Thank you kindly for your participation.

opheliaafterdeath

Gotta say, getting woken up by some fucking robots is new and I've been to Hell. Name's Nekane Adomaitis. I got the lowdown about this place and saving the world and whatever, but I want to know what you guys think. They talking shit or?

[They honestly wouldn't be surprised if it was just bullshit in the end. But still, information is needed.]

wyldghost

[There's a loud clatter and the screen turns on. The feed is pointed straight up at the sky in some alley, before a ten-year-old boy's dirt-smudged face with white hair and blue eye's appears off center, looking worried. He sits down cross-legged on the ground, picks up the communicator, and now it's visible that he's wearing a very oversized (like several xl large adult sized) gray t-shirt like a tunic or dress with shorts and sneakers.]

Oh no! Kaiba-rhya's gonna kill me! Did I break it?

[He moves the screen really close to his face so he can look at the communicator but nothing looks wrong..? But..? He doesn't know? The screen really looks weird!]

Hello? Box? Are you okay?

[ooc: If anyone responds in text, they'll be able to hear the text being read aloud by the communicator to the boy.]

astralera

Hello, this is Era.

I am not skilled at these kinds of things, but I will do my best.

[ Not the most familiar voice on the network, as she so rarely delves beyond texting, but she feels this is important enough to ignore her own comfort. Her voice is soft and melodic, her accent posh and British with a lilting undertone of something almost Irish. She weighs her words carefully before she speaks them, despite having an outline for her speech in front of her. ]

In light of recent events I thought it prudent to make amends with the locals who have so graciously accommodated our unexpected arrivals over the past two years. Whether they are complicit in our kidnappings or not is irrelevant, and I will not begrudge them joy over the prospect of their world being healed. They needed help and — for whatever reason and by whatever means — we were brought here to aid a dying people and their home.

They have not needed to treat us with such kindness and generosity. For all that we are inadvertent prisoners of this city they have done what they can to treat us as guests, using their limited knowledge and resources to improve our quality of life as best they can.

I cannot speak to those of the research towers, but the majority of the populace has always been welcoming to Offworlders. That earnest curiosity they have about our lives and worlds is something they are delighted to have reciprocated, even if they themselves have so few answers on hand.

The sense that I have had is that they are apprehensive to dig too deep. If we want them to push past that apprehension on our behalf we need to earn their trust, and to earn trust we must learn to treat them as equals.

Offworlder or native to this land, we are all in this together. We are all people, no matter what manner of body our souls call home.

And so as a show of good faith, of thanks, and of apology for causing them to feel afraid, I have received blessing from the city council to hold a celebration for the natives. It will be held the first weekend of the upcoming month and be located in the Arena. The celebration will be an exhibition of sorts, where we can teach them about ourselves and where we come from.

I am still in the very early stages of planning, but am hoping for musical performances, the sharing of tales from our homes, grand sparring matches to show off skills in combat, or dance... Anything you can think of to share a piece of your home with those who have shared so much of theirs with us. Little souvenirs they can take with them would be lovely as well—little pins, or plushies. Something physical they can keep as a memory.

If anyone would like to participate, or to assist in the planning, please let me know.

That's— That's all.

Thank you.

{ shortly after. locked from Alisaie and Alphinaud. TEXT; }

> Alphinaud and Alisaie Leveilleur have recently arrived.
> They are my baby siblings.
> If any of you hurt them I will kill you.
> Thanks for your understanding. (◡‿◡✿)

((ooc: an OOC post for organizing things will go up later this month!))

callmegladio

[The feed opens on Gladio, sat in his garden, the sun shining down on him. The sky is bright, the weather warm but a cool breeze ruffles his hair. The garden is well tended, green and well kept. The scene might have been a lovely and calm one if not for the serious look on Gladio's face. He's not quite looking at the screen, but off to the side, seemingly lost in thought for a long moment before he heaves a heavy sigh.

Still not looking at the screen, he starts to speak.]

It's been long enough. I've had time to think, so I'm going to tell you why I did what I did.

[He goes quiet again, considering his next words.]

I know... some of you are pissed we did this. You were happy livin in blissful ignorance, trusting this world without question. And for a while I was too. Till I realised how messed up that was.

I was so desperate for a peaceful life I didn't think...

[Gladio glanced at the screen then, his eyes narrow slightly.]

When did we all just roll over and accept this insanity? We were kidnapped from our homes, our families, and trapped in this bubble. We were given the most basic info and told to accept it. The most basic food we can't even really call 'food', and we accepted it. We were given tasks and rules and hoops to jump through, and we accepted it. We were forced to touch, kiss, hold and reveal secrets to strangers, and we accepted it. It was the 'will of the Gods'. We all just nodded and accepted it. Why? Why have we accepted all this? Why do people keep coming and going? Where do they go? Do they just go home? Or are they taken? Are they being hurt? Experimented on like the animals they had us catch? Why do these weird things keep happening? Why can't they answer our questions?

And why are we terrorists for wanting answers? We hurt no one. We destroyed nothing. We're the heroes of this world, right? Here to save the planet. So what are they keeping so secret?

Why aren't you all asking questions?

Why're you just rolling over and accepting their truth?

[Again he looks away, heaved another heavy sigh and brought a hand up to rub tiredly at his eyes. He definitely looked tired. Stressed. His tone shifting from angry to confused to desperate for people to understand, and for himself to understand why no one else was fighting.]

We're forced from our homes... Our families. We form bonds with people only to watch them vanish. And... I don't know bout anyone else, but I didn't consent to this. I never signed up for this world.

I want answers. We wanted answers. And we weren't gettin them. So we went looking for them.

[Here he laughs, low and without humour. A shake of his head and a sardonic glance at the screen.]

The fact the natives reacted the way they did should be a red flag. What're they protecting so badly? What's so secret? What aren't they telling us? Is it about what really happened to this world? Who these 'Gods' are? How we actually got here and why? Where our friends go when they suddenly disappear?

And we're the bad guys?

How's that make sense?

[Gladio shrugged and with one last sigh he reached out and switched the feed off. He'd said what he wanted. Now he would lie down in the sun and try and calm down.]

ancientflower

What is your favourite colour?

[No hello. No 'how do you do?'. Aerith is sat at home on her sofa, legs crossed and a rather serious expression on her face.

This is Very Serious Business.]

Colour! Everyone has a favourite, right? I want to know everyone's!

And your favourite food. Flavour. Uhm... what kind of weather do you like? What kind of music do you like? Do you like to dance? Can you dance? What about singing?

Do you like animals? What kind? What is your absolutely favourite animal? Why is that? Is it because they're cute or fierce? Are they like you?

[There's a small pause, the serious, determined look fades to a softer one and a smile.]

Can you tell me about your world? What's it like there? I've never seen an ocean, have you? Are they as wide and blue as they say?

[The smile is a grin now, coupled with a laugh.]

These are all really important questions I need to know about everyone! So please answer truthfully!

[Aerith has decided, in her Infinite Wisdom, that there are still lots of people she doesn't know and things she doesn't know about them and feels this is the perfect way to get to know everyone!]

pinkmin

( [This part is just some exposition.] )

[It was a little bit dark there in the corner of Ohma's temple, but it was still possible to see the pink little girl on the screen. Her mouth was pressed in a thin, worried line, and for a moment it might have seemed like the video frame was actually frozen.

Then she took a breath, and spoke in a spectacularly tiny voice into the screen.]

... Hello?

pinkxeno

[ Mina comes to the screen with a huge smile while wearing her hero suit. she leaves the communicator at a distance so it can capture her whole body, while she waves back at the camera ]

Hey guys!! [ Unlike her last post, she seems a lot more perkier now, the way Mina usually is ] Check it out, check it out!! [ she won't give an explanation, but from her feet and palms, acid starts coming out - a lot of it. It grows and grows, until the acid actually engulfs her completely and forms a shape. As Mina moves, the acid follows along with her movement, working like an outer skin ~~and no, her hero suit doesn't melt, neither does Mina~~

After a while, it finally drips to the floor into a puddle. Mina takes a deep breath, laughing after, and rising her arms again excitedly while she shakes her head like a wet dog ] Did'ja see it?! That's my Acidman!!! Isn't it cool?!

It's my Super Move, I figured it out a couple of months ago. [ she is super proud of herself, that much is clear ]

Oh! By the way! [ she reaches for her face to take off her white mask] I'm living with Bakugou now. I still gotta carry my stuff to his house, does anyone want to give me a hand?

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