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domesheriff

[Linda is sitting on a bench in the garden when she activates the feed. she's dressed casually in a coat and jeans, though her right hand visibly has a bandage around it. she looks tired, and she's obviously fallen in some mud at some point today as well]

Anybody else having trouble learning to ride their animals? [there's weariness in her tone. but a thought occurs to her then, and she adds:] Are many people going to be in the race? I know it's optional.

[while the mud is a result of her rocky attempts to learn to ride a "yoshi," her burned hand isn't. it's been a busy day, starting with testing forcefields with Agent K to try to find one like the dome followed by her riding session on the farm. needless to say, relaxing for a bit chatting with friends strikes her as a good way to end an exhausting day]

archeologue

[Private to Security]

I wish to turn myself in. Any security personnel, you may come to my rooms at the resort and arrest me. I am unarmed and will not resist arrest.

I am guilty, very guilty. I have stolen artifacts and assisted in smuggling them off the planet, I have been guilty of associating with criminal organizations, I have willfully attempted to cause another man's death. I should be locked safely away for the good of the community.

[And safely away where Jabba and his bounty hunters and Orion thugs can't get to him, looking for a diamond sword that he doesn't have. Belloq knows that Jabba doesn't forgive people he thinks have stolen from him. Time in prison, with possibility of parole or escape, is better than becoming dinner for Jabba's pets.]

vengeance_driven

[Public | Video]

[Once Niko's comfortably back in his home (because he had to check on his beast, which is scarfing food in the background and his big giant hound is sniffing at it like nothing at all was wrong in the past day), Niko decides to let people know he's alive.]

[He's so angry that he flipped Jeffer's network sensor on by accident. So his swears get replaced by madlib holes of hateful silence. He's still dirty, and tired, and looks like he's ready to tear off someone's face.]

What is that ▬▬▬ English saying about death being exaggerated. Yeah. Something like that.

I know a certain traitorous piece of ▬▬▬ I would like a word with, though. Where are you?! You ▬▬▬ coward son of a ▬▬▬! I'm going to find you even if you don't tell me, so might as well make this easy and not make me any more ▬▬▬ off, ▬▬▬.

[He doesn't actually stick around. He's seen turning it off and leaving. He'll be back later. But he's too pissed.]

OOC: All responses on the network will be after the actual spam thread. No worries, he's not actually going to do anything. He's leaving that to other people.

archeologue

[Belloq remains in the clothes he was wearing during the expedition of earlier, the pith helmet off his head, but the safari suit dirty and stained from a day crawling about the jungle. His head is bowed in remorse.]

I am sorry to report that Niko Bellic, wilderness guide, fell today in the course of his duty.

I will not distress with details, but only say that we were taken by surprise by a swarm of skeleton archers while exploring a temple. Niko fought bravely, and I owe my life to him. He is a credit to all who risk their lives leading us through the dangerous wilds. May the psychopomp guide him to peace.

I will be at Pugsy's tonight, raising a glass in remembrance, if any would like to join me there.

[And the lie is done. Even Belloq doesn't exactly know where that temple was. Niko, as guide, had that knowledge. There is little chance that someone will find Niko before he really is dead. And Belloq's done his duty to the Orion Syndicate, for which he'll be paid well.]

((OOC: Feel free to network reply or action spam at Pugsy's))

domesheriff

[for a moment, a woman's face is simply staring out at the broadcast, consideringly, as though not sure it's started yet. she's in her early twenties, Hispanic, her dark hair braided, and dressed in the uniform of resort security]

[realizing from the display on the screen that the broadcast must have started, she says:] Hello. [the word is a bit uncertain. she swallows, trying to mask her nerves, and continues more calmly:] I'm Linda Esquivel. I'm from Chester's Mill, Maine. [there's a beat of hesitation, as she wonders if she should give more information than that, but she ultimately decides to leave the description as it is] I just got here a couple days ago, and I've joined the security patrol. I was a sheriff's deputy back home. [and sheriff, but she doesn't think two days of that job due to the disaster that happened really counts, so she leaves her credentials at that]

I thought you should know who I am in case you see me around. And, uh, I'd like to start meeting people, too--and learn a little more about this place. I've never seen anything like it before. [another pause as she debates how to end an open message like this. finally, she goes with:] I'm here if you'd like to talk.

givessweetness

[Wynter doesn't immediately react to the video on, but it's because he's thoughtful rather than unaware. When he does look at the feed he's alert and focused.] My name is Tungwynterestemont. But you can call me Wynter.

I'll be acting as security while here and I'll be very good at it. [He's not saying that to reassure himself, but to make sure his young appearance doesn't make others doubt him, on both sides of the fence.

But that said, he eases off.] Happy to be here.

Current Mood: determined

most_feared

[Public | Audio]

Okay, so. This is a friendly reminder for everyone for the holidays. Some humans import mistletoe. It looks like this.

Attached: mistletoe.jpg

They are a parasitic plant that grows out of trees. They're a symbol of Christmas fertility and affection and if you stand underneath a sprig with someone it is custom that you kiss. This is not a custom that you should feel forced to engage in and if you choose to, no further physical expectations are expected to accompany it. This custom predates the spread of Christianity throughout Europe and is based in Druidic customs.

Most importantly, if you've never seen this plant before, do not eat the berries. They are poisonous to humans. It contains something called phoratoxin which can lead to blurred vision, nausea, abdominal pain, diarrhea, blood pressure changes, or possibly death. It isn't terribly common here so it shouldn't be a terrible problem, though I'm aware that some people here have had limited experience with fruits and berries that are common to the rest of us. Use caution in this case

[Locked to Security | Text]

Stop by my office. We got a little bit of a problem.

what_ho_jeeves

What ho, what ho, what ho, guests all!

Back home, I was a writer of sorts, and upon occasion I turned my talents to the aid of my Aunt Dahlia for her magazine, writing fashion tips and the like. Yes, I am the author of "What the Well-Dressed Man is Wearing This Season." And, since the season has changed, I thought to try my hand at it again.

[Text]

Now that the winter season is upon us, it is time to bundle up warmly, but this is no reason to set fashion aside. On the contrary, the layers and textures of winter clothes allow for great opportunities to display one's haute designs. Aubergine is the colour of the season this year, so you cannot go wrong adding an aubergine hat to your ensemble, or a fine wool aubergine scarf. For the more daring, try a Drazi purple sash. To keep warm on the chilly nights, consider a Creeper-inspired green parka, or, for a sleeker look, a Centauri military-style overcoat. Under all circumstances, do not wear white.

quixotically

Okay, it should be on, so --

[The video starts with a close-up of the lower part of a face. But then, Elle leans back, and the rest of her face comes into view. She grins.]

Awesome! Man, this is cool. Er -- Hi! I just got here today. Name's Elle, Elle Days, I recently signed on as a guide, so I've got training starting pretty soon, but I wanted to try this thing out. [She holds up a hand and wiggles her fingers in a wave, her smile widening.] So, uh. Hi.

I guess I could say a few things about myself? Sure, alright. Um... Back home, I do work as a courier. Which, really, means I do a little bit of everything, not just delivering mail or whatever. Running, gunning, exploring, throwing rocks at deathclaws... Getting into trouble. That sort of thing. Uh... I live in a casino-slash-skyscraper thing with my friends. Anddd... My favorite drink is Nuka-Cola. Um.

[There's a beeping noise. Elle glances to her left, and her grin is back.] Right! And I didn't come alone. I brought a friend along for the ride. [She adjusts her communicator so that a robot comes into view.] This is ED-E. ["Eddie."] He's what we call an eyebot. He's like a floating radio with lasers. And, a few other nifty tricks. Say hi, buddy.

[The robot bounces in the air and makes more beeping noises, cheerful this time.]

Oh! [The feed refocuses on Elle again. She leans in closer.] And, uh. Boone? Are you watching this, too? This is where you ran off to, right? [She smiles sheepishly.] Sorry to crash the party. But, they offered, and, I mean, d'you really think I would've said no? [Cue nervous laughter.]

Anyway, uh. I look forward to meeting all of you! Thanks. Um. Now to stop the...

because_its_cool

[A man appears on screen. He looks startled for a moment before a grin spreads across his face.]

Marvelous! Not nearly as impressive as my transportation here, but nevertheless, Peter never let me near a communications device with this sort of capability. I don't know what he thought I was going to do with it...

[pause]

Oh, yes! My name is Doctor Walter Bishop, and I will be employed in the laboratories in the museum here near the resort establishment. I would be delighted to speak to whomever sees to the manufacture and maintenance of the transporter, as I'd be interested to find out how I was able to move through space/time without my atomic structure resembling a plate of scrambled eggs.

[another pause]

I shall have to make some eggs as soon as I unpack. Perhaps before.

[Oh, how he wants to get his hands on the spawner in his room.]

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Video/Public

[Boone isn't in the village today. He decided to have a look around the desert, just to see what it was like here. After a while of wandering around, killing the occasional creeper that came his way, he managed to stumble across some kind of temple. He circles it once and heads just up to the entrance, but he doesn't go inside. He doesn't know what could be in there, and Rex isn't with him to help him out if he gets into trouble. He also figures that if this place hasn't been discovered before now, he should probably tell someone about it. So he heads back down to the sand, and sets his communicator to broadcast a video. He focuses it on the temple, but he can't get all of it in the picture- just the way up, and the tower above it. He backs up a little, glancing behind him to make sure no more creepers are trying to sneak up on him, and moves the communicator side to side to capture the rest.]

Was walking around out here when I came across this. Doesn't look like anyone's been in there for a long time. Nothing out here to say it's being explored. Probably a stupid idea to go in there on my own, so I haven't looked inside yet. Could be dangerous.

[He wants to go in there, though. He's explored enough vaults and caves to know it's usually worth the risk, and he's curious. He just knows better than to head in there alone.]

Guess what I'm asking is if anyone wants to check this place out with me.

((OOC: Here is the full post detailing the inside of the temple. The log for exploring the temple is here.))

tawarwaith

[Tauriel has been pretty busy lately with her various tasks, projects and self imposed duties, so it's been awhile since she actively appeared to talk to anyone on her own terms. Currently she was outside-- possibly on a rooftop as there seems to be nothing but sky behind her.]

I have been studying a great many things lately in an attempt to better understand the world of technology and industry. Unfortunately, I think I have gone as far as I can on my own without some sort of guidance. Even suggestions on what subjects I should focus on will be of help.

There is something else I would also like some assistance with as well, though I think there will be fewer people who can help me. Up until now I have fought using bow and dagger--to great effect, but I am interested in learning other means of combat, such as the use of firearms? There is the tiniest frown as s he says the word "firearms" [It had taken her nearly an hour to come to terms that it was an actual word.] I feel as part of the security team, such skills would be beneficial to have.

ewestmarch

[The lens of the communicator is covered, but a scratchy female voice can be heard.]

Just hold it and point it over here. This button starts it. Wait, did you already- ?

[The post stops.

When it starts again, it is pointed at a skinny, rotting woman in a long wool gown - Emilia. She is holding a bundle of blue fabric.]

Blackway Clothing, [she begins, smiling primly,] is adequate for your needs if you enjoy poorly-sized, off-the-rack, tacky dish rags to wear on your body. The clothes make the man. Of course, far be it from me to dictate how terrible you want to look. I'm sure it's just fine.

[She unfurls the bundle. It is a t-shirt with an incomprehensible airbrushed slogan, still with the original tags on it.]

But in the event, of, say, an attack by Creepers, the rest of us will all be watching as your pitiful fashion choices do this.

[She holds the shirt at arm's length and crooks a clawlike finger on her opposite hand. A spark of blue flame alights on the tip, and she touches it to the shirt which immediately goes up in flames. As she speaks, it burns almost all the way up to her hand.]

"Stitches" provides custom, quality clothing for any occasion, tailored to fit and priced very reasonably. It is also fireproof.

I think we're finished here.

endsorrow

[This particular broadcast starts out with the sound of Braska chuckling to himself. He's settled in his little shack at the table with a book and a ~~coffee~~ tea mug. But his eyes aren't on the screen or anything on the table; he's holding up his arm, shaking his head at the long sleeve of the robe he's wearing. There are... holes. A smattering of them.]

It seems as though I have myself a new roommate. I haven't noticed anything moving about on its own... [Braska laughs fully now, focus turning to the video feed.] I may need some help searching for it? Or, I suppose, them. There's no telling how many new friends I've got.

Ah, and... Perhaps I also need some help patching up my robes? [He grins ruefully.] I'm afraid anything regarding a needle and thread is beyond me. I'm aware I could always take them to my tailor friends in town, but... All things considered, I fear that if we don't find them all, or if more move in, choosing the route of paying credits for repairs could get expensive quickly. You see?

[While Braska's talking, he reaches for his cup without looking at it. It edges out of his reach. Thinking that he just missed, Braska tries again, shifting his hand to the side. The cup slides farther out of his reach.]

I don't expect help for free, of course, but I'd rather trade favors for favors in this case.

[private to Lindir]

Consider this an offer for me to make good on our promise from the Blackmoon celebration.

When would be best for us to meet? Would you prefer to come out to my home, or should I meet you at the resort?

timesbureaucrat

[The communicator comes on with the sound of a hard crack, like the buttons are being smacked instead of pushed. The communicator bounces with the force of the blow.

On the screen, Narvin is looking wild-eyed and hair askew. He swears in Gallifreyan and runs a frustrated hand over his head.

Well, now that the communicator is on, he might as well explain.]

One of those vile pests has got into my room. If there's an exterminator around, I would pay good emeralds to see the blasted thing put out of my misery. I last saw it disguising itself as a communicator, but where or what it is now...

[He scans the room, sees something moving out of the corner of his eye.]

No don't--! [And runs off chasing after the Prop, communicator still on, but left on the table.]

most_feared

[Public | Audio]

So, I'll cut to the chase.

So far we have an indeterminate life form, capable of extreme stealth and is highly volatile. I've noticed no sign of greater intelligence but if anyone's noticed differently feel free to prove me wrong. I'd be much happier to be able to reason these things down.

They have no sense of self preservation, and they move at a decent pace but the spiders still got 'em beat. It looks like it takes three shots to bring one down.

The thing is, it'll be in everyone's best interest if there's a solution found and the locals are coming up short, so I'm wondering what information you guys have come across or proposals that you might have.

[Public | Text]

[Added in later.]

Proposals and Facts:
→ Canines and similar species don't like them
→ Possibly building a trap to lead them into
→ Possibly scanning them for weaknesses
→ Don't use weapons or attacks that involve electricity
→ They don't like cats, no word on whether that extends to other species yet

timesbureaucrat

[Private to Security Personnel]

My apologies if I've been excessively underfoot for some of you [Charon. Kay. Boone, to some extent.] during the investigation into the explosions. As I have been recently reminded, it is not my place to pry into security matters. I shall henceforth be leaving it to the professionals. And if you find any bomb scraps that need analyzing, I am at your service. [He can't entirely let it go, but at least he's gone from wanting to personally investigate and occasionally tossing around orders to simply offering to assist in his technician capacity.]

[Private to Kay]

Are you available for that talk you mentioned earlier?

lindir

[By the looks of things, Lindir is sitting down in a high backed chair in one of Blackstaff's guest rooms. He says nothing, but continues poking at the screen, furrowing his brows and frowning. As there's a beep from the device, he turns his head to listen to it, then looks back again. He lets out a deep sigh. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought it would be. Why did he ever agree to this?]

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Video/Public

[The subject of this video isn't Boone. Instead, it's the outer fence around the village. The only sound for a few moments is of a dog quietly whining, but then Boone speaks.]

Came across this not long ago.

["This" being evidence of some pretty strong explosions happening outside the fence. There are a couple of spider legs just lying around nearby, but nothing else.]

Fence seems fine, but what I wanna know is who or what the hell is blowing things up outside it. You don't need to blow up a spider to kill it.

Not a lot bothers Rex, but he's been doing this ever since we got here. Whining, keeping away from the fence. I've known him to run straight into groups of deathclaws before, so I figure if he's spooked, I probably don't wanna get too close to whatever it is that's spooking him. Saw some shapes moving around through the trees earlier, but I couldn't make out what they were. Tried watching through my scope, but it didn't help. Just... sort of looked like the trees were moving.

[Which is ridiculous really, because he knows the damn trees aren't moving.]

Just figured I'd give everyone a heads up, anyway. Not sure if it's happening in other places yet, but if you see or find out anything let me know.

most_feared

[Public | Audio]

[Agent K has been here for a little bit, and is settling in pretty quickly. Given all the other weird shit he's encountered in his career having to walk around with a foil lined fedora isn't too strange. That said, despite being used to every brand of pink, purple, and blue fuckery he's not too fond of the idea of some of his thoughts just popping into other people's heads.]

[So, today he's going to check in on the current stash of resort workers to see how people are doing so that he can be overly cautious.]

I figure as non-natives we might be a little more susceptible to this bug goin' around, so I was wondering if anyone brought in by the resort woke up with a hell of hangover and no drinking last night to go with it. I put some tylenol up at the front desk in security if anybody I'm workin' with is having any issues.

That is if you're not allergic, anyway.

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