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My apologies for my absence. The cold is affecting me a great deal. Most plants go dormant in the cold.

I hate to ask this, but is there anyone who would be willing to take me in for the duration of the winter? Or should I take a room at the inn and would that be acceptable for other patrons? It might be uncomfortable for those concerned.

can_fight_ugly

[And just like that, with a beep and a glitch, her device is back to black and the feelings she'd had about being all too aware of the world and tired of dealing with it were gone. She felt more centered, if frustrated by the aftermath that left.

She'd have to do some damage control.]

Private to Foggy

I owe you a huge apology.

Right mind or not, there were better ways I could have handled it, and you were only reaching out to help. I appreciate that, and I hope you can forgive me.

Private to Eddie

We should talk.

[She's still not sure how to feel about ... what happened ... now that she's on the other side of it. She could recognize that neither of them had been thinking clearly, and she will own up to her own actions. But, it's something else to process it with a clear head.]

demiurgency

[voice:]

You know, I've been thinking. If I were back home right now--[Leaving aside everything that had gone terribly wrong back home, dealing with the interdimensional parasite that had brainwashed his parents and wanted to feed off of him and his magic for hundreds of years, his missing brother, et cetera]--it'd be time for auditions for the spring musical. I think this year was supposed to be Bare, which would have been amazing, especially since it would've been senior year, so, my last chance at a lead role, you know?

Maybe you don't, I mean, I know a lot of people aren't from Earth, or from the twenty-first century, but that's not really the point, sorry, I'm getting distracted.

The point is, I miss music, and I miss theater, and even with learning self-defense and first aid and reading everything in the schoolhouse and foraging and all the things we need to do here to survive, I still end up with a lot of free time. So, I was thinking, I'd love to learn some new songs, and new dances, and new stories. I don't know if there're enough people here interested to justify putting on a show or anything, but I thought it might be fun to get people together to trade those sorts of things. Share parts of our cultures, you know? Anyway, if anyone's interested, let me know, we can work something out.

[action, OTA:]

[Those who frequent the schoolhouse might run into one Billy Kaplan there after this broadcast, sorting through books on the shelves attempting to organize things by genre and/or season and trying to figure out what he has or hasn't read. If he isn't there, you might run into him in the inn grabbing lunch, or on the road heading to or from the eastern woods outside of town on a mushroom-hunting run. Wherever you find him, chances are he's humming under his breath, if not singing outright. What? It's been stuck in his head for a while now.]

ethnobotany

Since the medical staff keeps changing, I'd like a head count. If you have any kind of medical training - field medic, nurse, doctor, or anything in between even if it's just that you helped out in a crisis - would you mind letting me know? Even if I already know what you can do. You can tell me privately, if you'd rather. If you have skills, but would rather not be called on unless there's a crisis, let me know.

On that note, if anyone would like, I was thinking of offering medical classes. Honestly, the more people we have here who can respond in a crisis at all levels, the better all around. So if you're interested in medical lessons, let me know what you want to learn. Field medicine, triage, nurse, doctor. Or if you already know a few things and would like to help me teach, that would be wonderful as well.

clouded_heart

[After having a chat with Eddie and Venom, Foggy drops Anne a line, because he's sort of worried as hell now.]

Anne, are you okay? I've been talking with Eddie and he said you're acting very much not like yourself.

skyward_eyes

[The video comes on to a smiling face who, though it's not immediately obvious, is somewhere that it should not be. Which, in this case, is Seifer's bedroom. Not that anyone other than Seifer should be aware of that fact. What happened to respect of personal space? Not even kidding. But there he is, stretched out on a bed, grinning up at his watch.]

( Survival Lessons )

( Private to Tommy )

( Private to Kamala )

( Private to Iron Bull )

retributes

[ As audio is enabled, there’s a lot of background noise. There’s the high pitched barking of a dog, there’s a chorus of what sounds like baby chicks cheeping. And then there’s her, groaning at the fact that now the once quiet home she shared with Ezio sounded like a mini zoo. Where did this puppy come from? And why in the hell did she get a box of baby chicks?

Everything else she’d found waiting for her with her name on the boxes, all of that she could use. Clothes, candles, the booze and playing cards. But damn—a dog and baby chicks? ]

So it seems like this house for two is now a house for nine. I guess I can work with a puppy, he’s cute, but six baby chicks? On the plus side, at least they’re all getting along. Who knew small animals came in boxes; is this normal?

—no, no no. No jumping. [ Oh dear. She sighs to herself. ]

Before I venture out into the snow, any idea if the Inn has a leash handy? I’ll need to work out food as well.

[ Though she’d rather not leave the house or her newly welcomed animal companions. ]

—

[ private to ezio ]

Hope the noise isn’t too much for you. I also hope you’re not allergic to dogs.

—

[ private to desmond ]

I have something for you. Has your name written all over it. Come by any time. Or I’ll come to you, since it’s suddenly a zoo here.

nobroth

So, hello. My name's Alistair. And I need to talk about a little thing? Nothing bad. Just. Kind of a 'this is happening' notice and a question.

First of all.

[The picture shows Alistair's face from mostly underneath with a vaguely rocking motion, his breath fogging every exhale - he's outside, and it's blasted cold.]

I'd like to thank Foggy for teaching me more about how to use this thing. It's a little easier with my little fingers, so thank you.

Second of all--

[The picture shifts, swinging around to show a pile of limbs to one side, and a few logs to the other side, bark partially removed.]

I've been working on starting some kind of lumber production up. Because with one house burnt down and I've heard about a barn, well, building a log barn is possible, but heavy, and a little stupid for a building as large as a barn. And I happened to spend some time with a logging group in the Free Marches, so I know what I'm doing. If you're out in the woods and you see a tree with a ring of bark cut away from it, it's not something creepy. It's me, marking which trees are suitable for harvest. They're either dying, in a crowded area, or are big enough to be a threat if they fall. Some of them are healthy, but for the projects I've heard of, we need some big trees for beams. Anyway.

[He points to each pile in turn as he talks about them.]

These branches here are too small to use for much. If you have a project that needs smaller pieces of wood, these are ready for some kind of something. The smaller limbs are probably best for kindling or whittling. The larger ones might be able to be turned into small plank lumber.

These logs over here, though, are going to become real lumber, but here's the hitch. I've been trying to get the bark off these things with this.

[He hefts an axe up into frame alongside his face.]

And it's been damned hard. I've heard there are some people around here with a forge, and I would've found it by now, but I've been uh.

....Dealing. With some things.

So I've not looked around much.

What this comes down to is - forge people. I have no idea who you are, but I'll trade lumber for supplies to make lumber. Let's talk? My first projects are the ones that'll make all this easier. After that, full production with anyone who's willing to listen to my instructions as they're learning, because I'm not stupid enough to think I can do this by myself forever.

But right now, it's damned cold, and my fingers are starting to do that burny-achy thing so I'm going back in a house. Andraste's armpit, where did my gloves go-- Oh right--

[And that's where the video ends.]

imareporter

3 Things

1)I am - so sorry - to the ill fated members of the semi-Donner party that I ended up stuck on the mountain with. Karen and Bobo I dropped the fucking ball because of my jackass of a dad and my weirdly kleptomaniac childhood which! which I got over with the help of a shrink and therapy as an adult because I am not as emotionally stunted as my exES, employer, and everyone else I've ever met seems to think I am. 2) V and I need to burn off some steam. Stark I know you talked about maybe having something for V and I, honestly at this point we'll do anything anybody needs us to do short of robbery, maiming, or eating people as much as Venom might want to. Don't feed him. He's like a Gremlin. A sentient gremlin who probably has it's shit together more then me but he's also like a 5 year old who wants to eat dirt and we can't have that okay? Okay. Please I don't want to wake up tasting dirt again. 3) Something is...wrong. With my wrist band. And with Venom and I. See I should be feeling like shit logically. I know I should. Cause my dad is garbage and makes me want to curl up in a fetal position crying. Instead I feel like I'm about to go two-to-two with a guy on a gotcha interview and I've got real dirt on him that I dug up. Venom feels like he's a bad ass again and wants to fight. It's probably nothing, but I figured I'd ask. Everybody cool?

fishermansweater

[ after this ]

[ it's a worried-looking, slightly disheveled Finnick who appears on the network, a small scratch on his face from running into a twig in his earlier pursuit, and noticeable dirt on his shirt. ]

There's something everyone should know.

Earlier today, I saw Moana. A lot of you wouldn't know her, but she used to be here until she disappeared months ago. When she saw me, she ran, and a few of us followed her trail south of the village until it disappeared. We couldn't find her anywhere.

But we did find a hatch that led to an underground room, with food in it. A lot of food. And it looked like people had been sleeping there.

[ he doesn't spell out the implications just yet, but it's clear in his expression that he's troubled by them. ]

whipshots

First point: if we know each other, can you please let me know you made it safely back to the village? This is faster than me running around knocking on everyone's doors and camping out on your front steps until I confirm it myself. (But I will do that too if you don't respond, jsyk.)

Second point: Does anyone have any experience or tips about the area to the south? Landmarks, wildlife, plants to avoid, things like that.

[FILTERED TO: THOR]
I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but you count as part of that check-in too, fyi.

Also, in better news, this is me telling you I need to take your measurements. (Don't make it weird, it isn't weird.)

[FILTERED TO: MAINE]
[ A pause, a consideration, as she weighs the fact that he lives up north and she'll be out of town for a bit too— ]

You've been helping me train this whole time, but I promise I have not forgotten our deal! When's the next time you're going to be in town?

loyalrebel

For those who would like a professional, if 12th Century, source of councel in matters of grief, personal loss or simply someone with training and experience in mediating difficult or personal matters to speak to I have opened the bakery in the North Village as both it's functional purpose and a neutral space to speak of such things.

People are also free to use it as a meeting place for groups of such discussions. I will happily vacate or mediate as requested.

Bread will be made daily, and anyone wishing to learn is welcome.

If someone can find some nuts, I will make baklava.

As a point of less awkward discussion: Has anyone here fought and killed what most would consider a spirit or god before?

[Malik, that's not less awkward.]

capturetheworld

I had a wonderful and unexpected surprise in my house this morning! Several boxes full of supplies that I can use in the north village forge. I know Signore Tony and his companions are doing wonderful work in the south, so I will be working on other projects up here. If you have need of a blade inform me, it seems especially necessary after such an ordeal with people stranded in dangerous situations! If you have a blade but wish it to be sharpened or stronger, I can assist.

I am also working on patching up and upgrading the boats in the nearby water, I thought perhaps it would be helpful to have a stable boat to go to the intriguing pod that brings one to the underground area. If anyone is willing to donate wood to the cause I would be most appreciative!

[Filtered to: Malik, Jacob, Ezio, Altaïr]

I received supplies that will be perfect in making the hidden Assassin blades! I would be happy to put one together for each of you. I also have the material to make a reasonably acceptable gauntlet to attach it to. Signore Altaïr, I have yet to meet you, but I must say I would be honored to meet you, as I decoded your codex pages and they were extraordinary.

[Filtered specifically to Ezio]

And yes, of course, yours is being done first.

tothefly

[Hi, villagers. Here on your screens is one Natasha Romanoff, hair tied back from her face, still looking a little worn out but finally rested again after sleeping for nearly 24 hours.]

So. It's been about two weeks since our unexpected little hiking trip, the weather sucks, and since I don't think group therapy would go over well here, I'm offering another option for those of you looking for a little distraction.

[The video pans from Natasha's face over to a small bookshelf, where the brightly-colored spines of twelve hefty mass-market paperbacks can be seen. The titles are all fairly innocuous, and they all seem to be part of the same series, being labeled by month at the top of the spine.]

Whoever's running this place has seen fit to send me a small part of my library from back home. They aren't much, but in my experience there's very little a trashy romance novel can't cure. I'm willing to loan them out if anyone's looking for something to read that isn't an informational guidebook or how-to.

Of course, that's with an oath to bring them back in the same condition they were loaned out in.

If anyone wants descriptions or summaries, feel free to stop on by number 40 or send me a message. First come, first serve.

plate_builder

Two things this evening for discussion.

First: It seems there is a new strangeness with the devices and I believe a frank and open discussion my be required. My wrist device seems to have changed from the usual blue which matched my arrival scrubs and to yellow. Furthermore I have not been able to access my previous guidance power. I have not attempted yet to see if I would be able to access the ability associated with yellow, but I believe a discussion may be warranted on this situation.

Second: Considering the loss of my guidance ability, I am not prepared to go through the forests alone to Watney's farming project where I was taken from. I had delayed my departure due to adjusting to the acquisition of a power from machine in the Bunker, but since then I have found myself in possession of some additional equipment.

Would there possibly be a party able to assist me in heading south with the gear? The sooner the better?

Private to Steph

I need to ask a favor of you.

duel_wielding

So it has sorta come to my attention that not everyone might be familiar with the concept of an AI. Apparently some time line differences and stuff. So Theta's asked me to do what he says used to be called an 'AMA'

He says it stands for 'Ask Me Anything.'

So basically does anyone have questions for or about Artificial Intelligences? I'll probably let Theta be in charge of answering, he's better at understanding this particular part of the stuff than I am.

Oh, right. I'm North Dakota, and the little guy in my head, his name is Theta.

lifeofadeathseeker

Everything is flammable here. Since you can't use magic, please tell me there is another way to see in the dark beyond using a flame?

moderndayassassin

I'm not sure if this is a sign from whatever fuckers are up there that they don't like my lack of shaving, but I got a box of razors and shaving cream. I guess if you want one come ask, and if we run out people can share.

I guess since I'm here, I know some of us are dead in our world, not sure if people are handling it well or care or whatever, but maybe people who want to talk about it could meet up.

clouded_heart

Hello everyone, this is Foggy with some questions of an adult nature for th adults of this community. Would those who are under the age of majority in their home please not continue on here, or do so aware that this is adult in nature.

( For us adults )

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idk who here knew wanda but fyi she’s gone now, if you didn’t already hear.

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