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NikoLiberty
Character: Bellic, Niko
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Ah... you've reached Niko Bellic. Leave a message. I will probably get back to it soon, unless I have left my phone where I can't hear it. Or one of the animals is laying on it.

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]

givessweetness

Just out of curiosity. If it's too sensitive a topic, I understand. But how do you find a way to deal with. Being here when you just as well could be there. [Not that Wynter could just be there... he doesn't think.]

Current Mood: discontent

ratkicker

[The public video feed opens to Jade inside her photography office.]

Alright, so a few days ago, this thing walked into my store, made a mess, and nearly gave me a heart attack. I tried to fight it off, but apparently it's harmless.

[The feed cuts to an image of a gross flesh golem clumsily exiting a small building. To anyone who's seen it before, it's the one belonging to Emilia Westmarch.]

I took a picture when it finally left. Anyone recognize it?

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.

athousandcurses

I know that we are here voluntarily, and as such this may seem like an odd question to ask...

How do you adjust to not only come from a different planet, but a universe where everything is different? Does it make you happy or do you feel ever more homesick? I have heard it said that something familiar changed only a bit can be more unsettling than something completely alien.

vengeance_driven

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I would like to say that I do not intend to eat my hound. He is a good dog. He protects me.

Those are not all the words I said.

I won't eat my beast either. She keeps creepers away. I also wouldn't eat her if she didn't keep creepers away.

[Niko's explanations at their finest.]

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.

corven

Hello, my name is Ashe. [ His accent is heavy, as if he is from somewhere around France.] I have been here a week or so now and have not yet spoken over this strange network. I decided to change that. I really have nothing of interest to share. It is simply bad form not to at least say hello to new neighbors and I seem to have been rude.

[ He is shuffling a deck of cards.] I thought I might ask those who have been here longer where places of interest and things to do between the mundane of the days would be?

Thank you. [ He tipped his head and cut the feed.]

una_persson

[On screen: a handsome woman with chestnut-brown hair and grey eyes, wearing a tailored tweed blazer over a plain blouse. She smiles, offers a little wave in greeting; when she speaks, she has a crisp, cut-glass British accent.]

Hello. My name's Una Persson. I'm a new arrival—just accepted a post as a Travel Agent.

[A beat; her gaze flickers down for a moment.]

I've been here before, but you'll have to forgive me; my memories of that time are hazy at best. Something to do with the trans-temporal travel. [She says, as if this is somehow strange or a surprise to her, which it so very much isn't. People don't need to know everything about her.] So for all intents and purposes, you may consider me a complete newcomer.

athousandcurses

[Grainne's sitting when the feed comes on, her hair carefully brushed and plaited, and with a pensive look on her face.]

The town seems quiet after all the excitement, though I still see the skeletons from time to time outside of the bounds. I wonder if it is safe to go exploring now. I did not get very long to explore this world before the quarantine came.

As much as I would like to go on my own, it would not be wise. Would anyone wish to accompany me on a several day expedition?

vengeance_driven

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So, as it turns out, if you feed animals a lot here? It makes them a little ah- well, anyway, I fed my beast too much and she has decided to be a she and have a kitten.

I have Boone watching her right now, but when the kitten is old enough would someone want it? You wouldn't have to do bribe it to like you like we had to, and would be good for keeping the creepers away.

It is due any day now. When it is born? I will tell you what it looks like.

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.))

thumbsdown

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[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.

usfuzzies

Someone wasn't doing inventory on liftoff--

[Ben's red whiskers bristle irascibly. This is careless stuff. It happens, but he doesn't have to like it.]

Everyone who goes outside the fence should already be counting their gear, but if you needed a reason, these props are it. Adaptive little critters like this can wreak havoc on an ecosystem, and this ecosystem is plenty problematic already.

The largest 'predators' on Quadratus, the spiders, won't eat props. Hounds may be able to detect them and hopefully the pseudofelinoids-- the beasts or the cats depending on your parlance-- will think they're tasty. But the upshot is that there may not be a control if these things get a foothold in the wild.

We all know what bullfrogs did to Australia on Terra, right? And terran brown rats on Shesha?

Double-check your gear before you go out. Even if you don't care about the ecosystem, the last thing you want is to reach for your last bottle of water and have it run off.

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.]

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.

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