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folkscallmewander

[The video feed is fuzzy for a few seconds before Wander shows up in a dark room.]

Whew! At least this still works!

Anyway, I was explorin' town a while ago when I kinda fell through the floor of this one abandoned building. I thought I saw somethin' in there and crawled in through a crack in the wall, but it turns out that holes can hide themselves pretty well in the dark.

[He points the feed to the ceiling, made of dirt with wooden beams supporting it. There's a caved-in opening up there wide enough for a regular person to fit through.]

I dunno how I'm gonna get out. That hole's kinda high. [He turns the feed back to him.] Oh well, guess I'll have to look for another way. It looks like there's a buncha tunnels in here, so might as well-

[An echoing hiss can be heard off camera in the distance, familiar to anyone who's met a creeper.]

[Wander's face finally shows some sign of unease as he whispers the rest.] Or I could look for things to stack up and climb outta here.

((OOC: This is kind of a planning post for exploring the hidden spawner room. Whoever volunteers to help Wander out is going to end up exploring the abandoned mineshafts with him in a later log to find the spawner room.))

frontier_doktor

[Audio]

Guten Morgen! [Which he says no matter what time of day it is.] I've realized recently all the unique diseases and ailments that come with living here, and I've been wanting to augment the clinic's database. I offered that I would do some research into diseases native to other universes and I was wondering which ones I should be most alert for. As well as different intoxicating substances. This doesn't necessarily have to include alcohol, but many recreational drugs and they can vary greatly between species.

Also is anyone here experienced with gene therapy? Genetic mapping?

[He wouldn't know the clinical way to put magical elements so he'll leave Braska to that.]

angermanaging

[There's a thin, ragged man clearing his throat and looking calmly into the camera. Bruce doesn't bother with introductions-- he still doesn't give his name out by habit-- and instead goes right into what interests him.]

Hi. So. Has anyone gotten to take a look at these teleporters? It's... interesting.

[A beat.] How do I go about joining the research team?

Thanks.

[That's it. Chatty, he isn't.]

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?

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

somepartsbroken

[ Dorian did not realize at first he was broadcasting, he was so bad with Tech. So the first thing heard was him singing to himself as he walked through the woods. The sound of things crinkling could be heard.

He stops then makes a perplexed noise.]

What... the hell is that?

Tsssssssssssss

...Well. you certainly have a face only a mother could love.

[ A loud boom is suddenly heard, but no more commentary from the vampire.]

archeologue

Grave sites are splendid repository of priceless artifacts. The golden mask of Agamemnon from Schliemann's excavation of the royal shaft graves at Mycenae. King Tutankhamun's glorious, some say cursed, tomb. Beautiful Etruscan jewelry from the tomb of Tarquinia.

[His eyes gleam with excitement as he talks about the treasures.]

I wonder why there are no graves on this planet. It is a universal truth of archaeology that where there are settlements, there are graves. It may be internments, ashes and bone fragments of cremation, wall burials, sky burials, but all peoples must deal with their dead. And yet for all the ruins here...nothing.

[He's convinced that there must be burials somewhere. But it would suit his purposes just fine if he discovered a burial site (and the grave goods within) with no one else in a position to know or suspect.]

My apologies, where are my manners. I am Dr. Belloq, archeologist from Earth, year of our Lord 1936. These communicators, remarkable devices. It's very strange to think that to some here, I am a part of ancient history.

frontier_doktor

[Public | Audio]

[This man has an accent too, German, but it's nowhere nearly as thick as Niko's Serbian one is. He could speak German and let the translator take care of it, but so far he's met enough "standard" speakers that he can handle himself.]

Hallo, I'm Dr. Visscher [pronounced "Fisher"] and I'm new. I am the sort of new where I have no idea where anything is yet and I keep getting turned around. So if anyone could help me to the clinic when they have a chance I would greatly appreciate it.

Speaking of which, I'm a general practitioner. I'll be working for the resort and town. I am a human, but I've never been to Earth. Any Earth, of any sort. I know there are a few of them out there.

ewestmarch

[A sharp, scratchy female voice comes over the network, spitting her words like bullets.]

Where does the solidness of the objects come from when you turn on a spawner? How does it convert electrical energy into bread, or cloth, or gold? Is there a limit to how much of a certain material you can tell it to conjure?

It's all well and good to have spawners in every fucking color of the rainbow, but my world has too much power and not enough food. One of these could change the entire economy. Bring the bottom closer to the top.

And don't get any sly damned ideas. I saw it first. Just answer the questions.

[Private, also, to Braska.]

I've seen you over the network. What happens to the dead when they aren't Sent?

andiwillfollow

[The network gets greeted with a milky-eyed stare and a ghoulish line-face.]

There was another explosion. This time in the mines. Two people dead, no survivors.

[He and Boone searched as thoroughly as possible. He doubted anyone down there survived anyway.

He makes a small contemplative sound as he wonders if he should add anything else, but decides he really just wanted to make that little PSA and that was it.]

That's all.

usfuzzies

Did everyone see Boone's message about the explosions? I'm putting together a team to go investigate. First goal is to set up some surveillance equipment motion activated cameras-- second is to try to find tracks or traces. A couple of young men playing around with their new guns should leave some kind of mess somewhere.

You don't have to tell me that the cameras are mostly going to get pick-ups of spiders and other large fauna, but if they come back we'll get something.

I'm looking for a tracker at least, anyone who knows the area, and Mister Narvin.

thumbsdown

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.

endsorrow

[Well, someone has embraced this tin foil hat thing a little too enthusiastically. That hat is probably the first thing everyone notices about this broadcast. Goddamn, look at that thing. As if he didn't already look ridiculous enough in those robes.

The person who's wearing it -- a man, with a long, well-aged face -- is smiling, all warm and serene and welcoming.]

Greetings. I am Braska, a... mage hailing from the world of Spira. [He almost said summoner. Whoops. That's not the important part of his announcement, here. And, besides. Technically, he used to be a summoner. But all that ended... a while ago.] I am offering my services as a healer to Blackstaff. While it is true that I am an experienced White Mage, I am also skilled in the way of natural remedies -- that is to say, the creation and use of herbal cures. So, if you are not comfortable with magic, then there is an alternative for us to use instead.

I accept many forms of payment, so if you are low on gi -- [gil] money, then, fear not, we may trade instead. "Trade" is a... loose term. I do not speak merely of goods; I'm willing to even accept deeds, such as helping me gather the herbs I need for my remedies. [♥]

That said, this is more than an advertisement. [Braska laughs.] As I said, I am offering my services. Should you feel the need, you may come to me for help with your neuralflu. As you can see, I am well-prepared, [he adjusts his hat, grin widening,] and I would appreciate the opportunity to get a better look at the illness myself. The better acquainted I am with ailments, the better I can aid in easing their symptoms, if not curing them altogether. [He holds up his hands, bowing his head placatingly.] No experimentation needed, if you are uncomfortable with the idea; I merely need to watch, and to study.

Ah, and one last thing. [... and then, right at the end, his professionalism drops, and his smile becomes -- goofy.] Does anyone happen to know where I might purchase some grubs from that advertisement?

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