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Machina, here.

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

[ Someone is UNHAPPY. ]

heir_of_dragons

[To anyone watching the network there were about five abruptly started then ended videos from a confused looking eighteen year old this morning. Finally, though Tyler thinks he's gotten it, even if at the start of the video he holds his hands apprehensively by the tablet and those with keen hearing might hear the mantra of "don't fall, don't fall" as he takes a few steps back. There's a relieved sort of breath before he addresses the camera, taking off his baseball cap and bending the brim into a 'u' shape as he talks.

Oh. And he's managed to somehow have the video upside down. How'd he manage that? He's not good at technology despite being from the mid-2000s.]

Hi? Hi! Hi, uh, I'm Tyler Warrens, or Tai to friends. I just got here a little bit ago, I think I've got at least the basics of what's going on. Even got myself all settled in... But I do have a couple of questions if that's okay!

Like does anyone here play baseball? Oooor know magic? Dog person, cat person? [There's a sheepish sort of laugh.] I donno, I figured if I'm stuck here, might as well get to know people.

[So he's just throwing out a wide net.

Then there's a flash of uncertainty, as one more question pops up. There's a hesitance though, he bends the brim of his hat a bit more before forcing himself to straighten it out. Then he all but blurts out.]

Does the name Markel mean anything to anyone here?

daikonrose

Good afternoon! This is just a general question and it's not important, but if you had (or actually do have) wings, what would make you want to NOT have wings anymore? Anyone can feel free to answer, regardless of experience with wings.

carbungle

hey everyone

me, pyra, and prompto were able to organize an expedition outside of the barrier, beneath the mines of the southern factory so idk this is basically an update on wtf is going on down there. we got a lot of photos, most are posted here, prompto has the rest & we'll put it on the network once we've organized it better & maybe gotten translations or w/e for the stuff we dont understand. there was a lot going on down there tbh
( an informal rundown )

brokeforgood

[The start of the video feed is... the top of this girl's head. She's grumbling to herself--]

Seriously? No tiktok, but I guess this'll do-- I should probably be grateful--

Oh! Shit! Live, already? [She holds up the communicator to capture her whole face. Farrah's grinning, and she scrambles to stand.] Sorry guys-- total boomer moment. Okay, here we go-- I'll have to do the music myself, but---

[She props the communicator up against a wall, to give everyone a full body view once she scrambles into frame again. Farrah's a relatively small teenager, wearing an adult man's jacket several sizes too big. She throws that off, and the weird girl has a fancy vest that's too big for her under that too. And then she starts to... do a tik tok dance. It's the Git Up, if anyone's curious. Also, she has to hum the music herself. It's a weird fourteen seconds for everyone, okay. Then she scrambles to scoop up the tablet again.]

That was me, Farrah Salieri, doing The Git Up. Like, Follow, Subscribe-- or tell me all about your favorite time that you've been kidnapped!

gentledawn

[There is a new face on the network; the face of a young Chinese man with long, raven black hair. He bows, a bit awkwardly, unsure if he is addressing this strange technology correctly.]

Greetings, everyone. [Adjusting his posture slightly, he smiles shyly.] My name is Xiao Xingchen. I... I'm not sure what to make of this...world.

[He frowns and bites his lip.]

Are cultivators known?

pinkxeno

[ Mina is NOT wearing her hero suit today, and instead she looks... well, mostly normal (her fashion choices are Amazing). When the feed starts, she waves back at the camera, and she steps away a bit so the viewer can see her better ]

Guys, guys!! Look!! [ she lifts her hands and she suddenly makes a small 1 food diameter bubble. And afterwards, she waves her hand to move a plate of food closer to her - it looks like telekinesis, but Mina is actually controlling the air ] I'm getting better at this! Isn't it cool?!

[ she grabs the plate, and the bubble pops, while Mina walks up to the communicator again ] Anyway, cool powers aside-

I was talking to Cliff the other day and I have been wondering... the natives here are robots, so they don't have any hospitals and things like that, do they? That means, if we get sick... they probably won't know what to do. [ Mina sits down on a chair, in front of the communicator while she speaks ] I think it's important we make sure we have what we need in case someone gets hurt or sick, or that we know who to go to in case something happens.

I know first aid and a little bit about medications like painkillers and antibiotics. Does anyone else know how to take care of sick and hurt people? Or how to heal with magic. [ since magic is real, here ] It'd be cool if we had our own clinic going on.

daikonrose

Robots can't have strokes, right? But if you THOUGHT a robot might have had a stroke, would it be appropriate to nag them to see a robot doctor right away? Or is it fine to let them get repairs on their own schedule? I kinda don't know how computers work at all...

[ Kyoko is Concerned after a visit to Rawna's temple. ]

unnecessaryflourishes

The celebration for the natives will be delayed until the end of next week. Era is... temporarily inconvenienced.

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.]

sweetlies

I've been thinking, since there are a lot of us here from different worlds and periods in time, about forming a... hm, sort of hobby group? For art, for traditional mediums. Painting and sketching. It may not be cheap, with the lack of real paper, but it's a wonderful way to socialize and relieve stress. The locals might also be interested in the results, so it's extra dora for our pockets.

Were I in a better position currently, I'd considering opening a small business for it. I imagine buying sketchpads and canvas in bulk would provide a reasonable discount.

[Oh no, he's considering the pros and cons of this idea on camera. After a moment though, he clears his throat.]

Not in the same place each month, mind you. That would be boring, I think, and we have time to find somewhere indoors to meet when the weather is too cold.

5thchild

[ oh look it's Kaworu. And he is smiling. As usual. ]

I am not meant to exist in this world. My existence and presence are irrelevant. And yet, despite living in this place without performing any actions, I am still here and have not been sent back. Perhaps not doing anything was not the right path. [ he really did hope if he didn't do a thing, the world would just get bored of him and send him back. That didn't happen, clearly. ]

Therefor, I am willing to try the opposite. I will help this world heal, perform as requested, and perhaps I will be granted a way to my world once again. [ And go back to being dead, as he should be. ]

This is to say, if anyone would be willing to hold hands, I'd be very grateful. [ holding hands is kinda what he knows how to do. Any other touch is still a mystery to him ]

I have also received a vision, I believe, since I don't dream. It was regarding the "Crawling One". I will be giving the natives this information, but I am willing to share if someone wishes to know. [ he smiles wider.

and that's it! Kaworu will nod softly before he turns off the feed ]

5thchild

[Kaworu comes to the screen with a kind and gentle smile. There is no reason for video, but he likes to look at people ]

Hello. I understand that people can not choose to return to their original worlds on their own, so I'm assuming I will be here for a while. Therefor I'm looking for a piano or a violin. I'm not sure where I can find one; not to buy - I simply wish to play.

[and now that is out of the way, what truly matters is:]

I have a question, for those who wish to answer it. Are you happy?

nyakama

[Hummy was told this... device could communicate with others, like a telephone or a computer screen. The robots had showed her how it worked briefly, but she's...kind of already forgotten a lot of it. The shock of arriving in a new world makes it hard to focus on any one thing for too long, y'know? But! She's been staring at it for a while now and thinks she figured out how to get it to work after testing a variety of different buttons.]

hELKO CAJN ASHYBODY OUT THEERE RWEAD TH IS

[...Look, she is from a time before smart phones and she has no thumbs and she is trying her best, okay? She hasn't figured out how to do audio transcription yet, much less voice or video.]

outlining

My name is Megumi Fushiguro, a few days ago I, along with my classmate and teacher, were spirited away to Havenwell.

I need to go home as soon as possible, and everyone else likely feels the same way, so I'm offering a partnership that could mutually benefit both of us in money but more importantly a more efficient way to please the gods.

The requirements and guidelines are the following:

Any age or gender is fine, I don't care.
Keep things simple, hand-holding, shoulder holding, patting.
Kissing is not permitted.
Must be prepared to be contacted at any time in the week.
Hours can be negotiated.
Meetups are arranged in a day in advance.
This is an interpersonal relationship, I'm not interested in friends.

Thank you.

begguiling

[Good morning Havenwell! A chipper little guy (a Pokemon or something?!) is waving into the camera some time a bit before lunch on this fine Lasra day.]

Hello to my fellow Havenwell citizens~! It's me, Magolor. You may have heard of me already! The natives of our beautiful city called me your emissary, and I take their words very seriously! When I feel like it.

[Smile.]

Hehehe, just kidding! I'll get to the point now that I've introduced myself. I really do care about closing the culture and knowledge gap between us offworlders and the natives. Since we're going to be living here for a while and they owe us so much, it's only right that everyone's as comfortable, happy, and informed as possible. That's my job!

I'm going to pay the council another visit soon, so all I'm asking of you is that you chip in with anything you'd like me to either pass along or investigate. What do you really wish the natives knew about taking better care of us? What do you reeeeally wish we knew about whatever's going on here? Pass it along to me, and I'll pass it along to them and get the conversation started! Last time they listened to our requests and put some real work into fixing up the food replicators, but by now I think we've all got some more important concerns to pass along, huh?

Anyhoo, you can respond to this message if you have any input. Or, if you'd rather things be off the record and a little more personal, I encourage you to come meet me today at Petals & Pages! I'll be there waiting for anyone who wants to chat. The couches are super comfy! Major shout-out to Vianca, the second-tiniest entrepreneur!

[He's the tiniest, duh. Not counting Vianca's plant self. He's being a good boy and not mentioning that about her!]

Laaaast thing: I'm going to see if I can't get another look at those archives we were all working in a few months back, so let me know if there's anything you'd like me to keep an eye out for when I do. Even I can't read an entire library at once. All right, I've blabbed enough! Come drop by for a chat! Or embrace cold technology and reply to me here. ♥ Bye byeee~.

(( There is no log post to go with this network post; instead, have a mingle toplevel! Feel free to reply here or there as you and your character prefer \o/ ))

daikonrose

Hello! This is probably a pretty common question, so please bear with me. I can more or less understand why full-time, regular jobs aren't the norm here, and I guess it's not too surprising that there's no school either, but there's something I kinda don't get at all. The longer I'm stuck here, the more I can't help wondering about it. What exactly is everybody doing all day? You're not all just dedicating your lives to skinship 24/7, right? Is there something else we're supposed to be working on, and I missed hearing about it?

21kingpuddings

[Hello Havenwell! You are, by now, surely no stranger to what a video entry to the network containing one vaguely worried, vaguely upset subject might entail. Here we see Tamaki, seated in the living room at his Havenwell-designated housing, hands occupied by one spoon and one glass containing the tail end of what looks to be a sweet dessert of some kind, and looking just... terribly anxious.]

My roommate, and, uh, my friend, Nagicchi, he hasn't been back in a while. I know he's not the only person who's gone missing lately, and I know he wouldn't just abandon me, so... he might not be coming back, I guess? I don't know if I should still be keeping an eye out for him.

[He frowns, frustrated and feeling a little defeated at the admission. That spoon is moved around to fish out some of the contents of the glass, but he doesn't quite move to take a bite just yet.]

It's really lonely here without him, though. [Okay now he takes that bite, pensively finishing it off before speaking up again.] If anyone else is looking for a roommate right now, I think I could use the company.

heron

[ when the feed turns on, there is a man with large white wings standing too close. he squints at it quizzically before moving back with a frown that barely mars his beauty. his wings flap erratically behind him. ]

My sister, Leanne, seems to be missing. I have searched everywhere but she cannot be found. I — [ reyson bites it off, frustrated before taking a deep breath. ] — I will assume she has returned home as I know there have been cases of people . . . leaving. And I have no reason to suspect foul play. The Gods have deemed it so.

[ but, oh, it is a bitter pill that for a moment his face cracks from the effort from it. but reyson has borne worse. ]

Perhaps . . . if you could, please share some words or prayer to your own Gods to watch over her. Or share me stories of your deities. Are they kind? Cruel? Are Gods strangers to you?

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