α → un: ghostking

[deathkid]

thank the gods these things come in greek

i need:

α) directions to the nearest graveyard from the communal housing

β) a place to buy some good cheeseburgers, fries, and dt. coke.
(or animal blood if cheeseburgers are hard to come by)

γ) a prism or some other kind of clear crystal for rainbow making

δ) cooking lessons.



oh, and how many people here are mortals/human or gods/demigods

Bond 2 [@prof.sycamore: Text]

[megabond]

Can someone give me a hand on a short exploration?

You see, I managed to receive a special device from my world and I need to test something on the field, just in case.

However, I am aware of the dangers outside the city and I don't want my Garchomp to overwork herself, so I need someone for protection for a short test drive just in case.

@wikus.vandermerwe: Video (Warning: Some Body Horror)

[onthehalfshell]

[The video starts with the view blocked by a hand. The view shakes a little.]

Is this started- right. Okay.

[The hand draws back, revealing a rather mousy brunet man. He's smiling, but his lips keep twitching as if they might collapse into a frown at any moment. His gaze keeps flicking away from the camera, as if he's having trouble keeping even virtual eye-contact. The nervousness might have something to do with the fact that his left eye and hand are distinctly not human, and there are several inflamed patches on his left cheek where something dark and chitinous pokes through the skin.

He tries to fold his hands, twitches slightly when the human right touches the inhuman left, and settles for strumming his fingers on the table instead.]

Since we're all going to be living and working together in this city for the next couple years, I thought it would be good introduce myself. Less of a, uh, surprise that that way.

I am Wikus van de Merwe, and I am- was- an employee of…

[Trailing off, he seems to think better of that particular fact.]

I'm from Johannesburg. That's in South Africa, for those of you, ah, familiar with Earth and it's countries. I grew up there, and it's where I live with my beautiful wife, Tania, who I know is- she's waiting for me to come home, and-

[Another pause, this one accompanied by placing a hand on his forehead and inhaling deeply through his nose. It takes a few moments before he's ready to speak again.]

Anyway, if you're worried about this- [He lifts his alien hand, clenching and unclenching tentacle-like fingers.] You don't need to worry about this. I'm not- it's not contagious or anything. I just had a little accident and- Ow!

[He claps his hand to his mouth, coughs, then promptly spits something out. It's hard to tell given the camera's focus, but it looks like it might be a tooth.]

Fok-! [The alien hand reaches out and the video ends.]

Second Selfie [@lolococo416: Video]

[threatenwithcuteness]

*Lola doesn't have a camera operator but her phone is on a tripod so it's stable as she starts the video up. She steps in front and waves to the camera, all smiles and a soft energy. Excited, but trying to keep it under wraps?*

Hi, I'm Lola Pacini, and- well, in a week I turn seventeen. On the sixteenth, like my handle. I know, not as important as turning sixteen or eighteen or twenty-one... but I'm not doing any of those.

So I thought a party, just people who are away from home and could stand to meet new people, make new friends. Not anything too big like the festivals this place has, you know?

I kinda wanna host it on Floor Two, unless anyone of my roommates really doesn't want me to then I can try to host it somewhere else. I would kinda tie up the kitchen making stuff for a while... and there might be more people than anyone really wants... So maybe I should find somewhere else. The diner where I work. Oh, that'd be great actually! Cause then we'd have a much better kitchen for food, and more chairs.

*Lola totally had a plan when she started, and she got lost in her own head halfway through. That's... what she gets for doing this as video. But if she did it in text this would be 90% emojis.*

But maybe a smaller venue would be better, and not bargaining with my boss. Anyway, you don't have to get me anything. If you want to get me something I won't stop you! But just showing up, maybe bring some food that's something from where you're from? If you cook! I just... would like to have people around. You know, since I'm the only one from my world here.

*She looks a little hopeful, she is putting herself out there. People here get so weird about things but she wants to just enjoy her freedom, live her life, all of that. She waves at the camera again before she wanders over and shuts it off.*

riverview review: issue 2

[riverviewmod]

the riverview review

Welcome to the first edition of the bi-weekly IC events blog. Everything covered in this post is available in a well-written blog post format on the Riverview Quarantine homepage. Feel free to have your characters respond to this entry as if they are using a comments section on any internet article.

( riverview review: issue 2 )

4 [@necromantica: video]

[burntbridges]

Okay, you'll all have to forgive me for bringing up necromancy again.. I know some people really dislike hearing about it.

[She clears her throat nervously, trying to decide how to word this delicately. You know, for the people who hate necromancers or are afraid of the dead. But... Letha's never been the best with tact.]

I've heard through word of mouth from locals and... Walter... that some manner of people were living outside of the wall, and have since been mysteriously killed off. While I'd like to investigate and I'm... particularly equipped to speak to the dead, I don't trust myself to stay safe on the way there. Particularly considering that my only current forms of protection are a risen and a baby pokemon.

Aside from some proper protection, I'd like to see if anyone has... well, I believe investigative experience would be prudent. Those who were coppers in your home worlds or... at least have solved mysteries before, I'm not picky. It would be nice to have another necromancer around to divide the work of interviewing corpses, but I doubt I'll get that blessing.