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riverview quarantine: network
how to use the network
Characters are not required to use one particular type of device to access the network, but upon arrival are guided through setting up an account to access the network. They can choose whatever username they would like, or go with the default of first initial and last name. They are given a choice of several smartphones upon arrival for daily use, and after orientation, they can upgrade this phone on their own dime or access the network by tablet, laptop, desktop, network-on-TV, game console, or any other method you can think of. If characters arrived with a device on their person, they can also choose to use that device, with a slight alteration for compatibility. The only way to access the network on any device is with the username they set up when they arrive.

Characters have access to the Quarantine equivalents of any (legal) websites that are available on the usual internet. More information on how the internet and network in Riverview functions can be found at the following links: 1. 2. 3. 4.

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degrassi: lola pacini

Voice - UN: Lolo_coco416

*Lola sounds... unnerved, something's clearly wrong with her. It might just be that a lot of people left. It might also be something else. But it's clear just from how she takes a few steadying breaths at the start... she's not quite centered. She definitely isn't her perky uplifting self.*

My- weird power things, the ones I got here. Cause I was really normal at home except for like my mom bailing and getting an abortion at sixteen, but I wasn't weird like here is weird. But I got this thing where I could heal others... by focusing too hard on them.

It's getting stronger and I don't know why or what to do about it.

And I never asked for this and I don't know what to do about it. It isn't like my color changing hair, I like that. I asked for that. I choose to do it even if a lot of people called me crazy for getting surgery to have color changing hair. Like, wouldn't you want that, it's so much easier to match outfits now. I can wear a million more things and not waste money on hair dye every three weeks!

...The point is, if I seem kinda like I'm trying not to focus on you, it's cause if I do it starts my powers and I can't quite do anything about it.

And if anyone can help, I'd totally accept that too.

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original: jamie dodger

(9?) 1 [@dodger//video]

Hey, uh... who's online?

[The speaker is a scruffy teenager, roughly 16 or 17. He's pale and looks like he hasn't gotten much sleep lately, but his most distinctive features are the bright red bandana around his neck, and the thick, deep scars lining most of his face. They look relatively new, no older than a few months.]

My name's-... Jamie. I just got here, so I guess.. y'know, gotta make some connections or something.

[He shrugs awkwardly.]

I used to- help my... dad... out? At his bike shop, so I can fix shit for you if you need. For money or... whatever else you want.

[Good job, this is exactly how normal humans make friends. How does this boy manage to sound like he's lying through his teeth no matter what he says?]

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Last Video. UN: ilikehorses

... I am back in town.

[It had been longer than she planned, really. She had a lot of things to think about — after all the harm she'd done, even if it wasn't her will to do it... It left a lot of room for uncertainty. Fear and panic for those she cared about. Part of her wondered if it would just be better, to stay out there like some little hermit child. It left room to think, though, about her time here. She's so much different, isn't she? Not in blinding ways. But she would like to hope that she's... improved. Became something bigger and better than the girl in the small cell, back in Mexico City.]

I'm back in school, too. People like Strange would be upset if I played 'hooky' anymore, even with them gone. I will — keep trying. To live like a person, to be someone. I think it is important to the people before me. It does not change what has happened... any of it. But it is making something for later, I think. That is what I've settled for, in my head.

To be better. And to not be what I was made for; I want to... think about things I can be... when I am older.

[She fidgets with the old, raggedy strap of her backpack, considerate. There's no limit of hesitancy to her voice, but even so—]

Is there something... You think changed for you? As a person?

After staying here.

Is there something you would still like to change?

... Maybe we can work on things together.

[She hopes, in the end, that it'll be enough to make her father proud of her.]

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Eighth (lack of sleep note) accidental video post.

[So when the message turns on, the phone is at an odd angle for Alex who normally just does audio posts. But it's being filmed from above her, even though you can see that she's not holding it. Or not standing on the ground either. Instead, the red of the sofa in Alex's office is seen, and she is standing on it and jumping up to try and reach the phone.

Or the coffee that is also hovering just out of reach. Or her laptop which ditto.]

Come on, what the fuck is happening right now.?! Oh my gawd, just come here!

[And she jumps again, but realizes that the light is on on her phone.]

Um. Help? Things just starting doing this!

[And she waves her hand to indicate what this is, making the items move in time with it like she's scrolling through her ipad. Guess who's got magic now!]

Current Mood: okay

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un: redpaladin - video

[Guess who didn't bother changing his username after all? This guy.

Anyway, he was here with a small announcement.]

So, Shiro and I had to put the self-defense and martial arts classes on hold for a bit, but we've figured something out to make it work again. We won't be doing it at the house anymore, though. Instead, there's a space in the gym that can work, and they're letting us use that for practice space.

If anyone's interested in continuing.

[He gave the camera a small smile.]

Thanks.

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video; @wingingit - BLOCKED FROM FINN

[ Poe is sitting on the floor of his bedroom with BB-8 sort of in his lap. More accurately, he has his legs crossed around the droid. This seems to be a regular position for the two of them. ]

Hey--I don't know how many of you know Finn, and if you don't know him you should know him, but.

[ He tilts his head, trying to think of how to put this. It's not like he just wants to blab about Finn's past to any old person. That's supposed to be Finn's choice. ]

Right. We're... we're coming up on a year, here, and I want to throw him a kind of a birthday party.

[ THIS IS HARD WHEN HE CAN'T JUST SAY "HE GOT HIS OWN NAME A YEAR AGO." ]

A kind of a surprise thing. Not really that much of a surprise because he hates surprises, so I'm going to warn him and no one's going to jump out of hiding at him, but I don't want him to know right away.

[ Poe scrubs a hand through his hair, shaking himself out of the uncertainty with a grin. ]

So anyway this is an invitation to a Finnday party on November 11th. ...Uh, and if anyone wants to help me with it, that would be great.

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Video; UN: p.parker

[The feed opens with Peter on his bed.

Not hungover, thank you.

But he looks a little rumpled, in that healthy way, a way that says he's actually gonna sleep early today.]

Ummm. So... This is weird. I, okay — here it goes.

Number one... Hey, hi, I'm — I'm 16-year-old Peter Parker. Not the puny one in the Iron Man mask anymore. But thanks a lot if you helped me out, back there; it means a lot. I was a little bit of a handful and all, but you guys were awesome babysitters? That's kind of embarrassing, but you know, that's just how a Parker rolls.

[Peter breathes out a sigh after a moment's hesitation, leaning back from the feed and tapping a pen on a notebook on his knee that is probably too full of science mumbo-jumbo and math notes — among other things. Liiiike bullet points on what to say for this message. He feels like he's got butterflies in his stomach, honestly. Which is stupid. But he's never been great at having an audience; you wouldn't catch him in drama with all those actor-types.

Okay, Pete. Just go down your list, you got this.]

Mr. Stark — Tony Stark, that is... and Sam Wilson, they've gone home. Captain America, too. A lot of people have: people from my world, some from worlds like it — and friends I got to make from wildly different places have left, too. And I just... wanna say, this place has been so good to me, you know? Sure, some really messed up stuff happened here and there, but. But it's been a place where I could think. And make new friends. And be way more open than I was back home.

I just know what I have to do now. It's been eating at me for a while, so... Decisions made. And all that.

I'm gonna take the next portal they can give me, and I'll be going home as soon as I get the word. [Some people know what that means. A lot of people don't, and he doesn't plan to tell them the grim reality behind it] There's a ton I have to do back home, responsibilities I gotta tend to and things I gotta be a part of, for better or worse. And it's not right for me to put it off. Like... how you avoid studying for the SATs until the night before? Yeah, it's super irresponsible.

... I don't know when it'll be exactly. I guess nobody does. Or else we wouldn't get pulled here or pushed away.

But yeah.

[He swallows.]

Anyway. I'd like to do as much as I can on my dumb to-do list thing, for this really weird and long vacation I've been on. I wanna hang out with all my friends who're still here and really just... have a lot of fun? Until I go back to my usual life. I hate goodbyes, so I'm not gonna think about saying them right now, but I just wanted everyone to know you've been so awesome, and I've learned so much, and I've had a blast.

... Mostly. Not including being hungover.

[He smiles a little more, warm and confident in his words.]

And, um, for certain people, I've got something else to tell them?

But I'll let you know in a more private feed.

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Second Stanza: audio UN: Marsh.

[The teenager's voice is just annoyed:]

Doesn't this place have anything normal like trick or treating?! Why does everything have to be dead people and scary stuff and ghosts?

Why can't it just be going around filling pillowcases with candy?

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audio | un:blacklion

I apologize for being missing in action for a while there. Just... things happened and I needed to get used to this.

Is anyone out there good with robotics of any sort? I have a bit of a problem and could really use a hand.

[Oh, if people knew there was a joke in that statement...]

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audio ● un: hymn

Happy Feast of the Dying?

[ Is she saying that right? Who knows (not her), but listen, Juniper doesn't really know what's going on here and she thinks being festive is probably better than having an actual existential crisis, which is likely what's going to happen if she doesn't keep herself busy. ]

Where can I find a shrine to the Raven Queen? [ Wait shit ] This- this is a celebration for her, right?

[ There's about a thousand other things she wants to ask here now, but decides to go with what's most important. ]

And how do I- find people, with this thing? Someone told me I may be able to locate people? [ A census? Is there a census she can read? Is it a location spell? Then, quietly, ] Fig? Where are you? [ Then quickly back to normal voice, ] Have the undead hurt anyone here? I've heard that their presence is- not typical.

[ A longer pause. She's processing. It's a lot. ]

I need more incense, and powdered silver. Sage. Sweetgrass. Where can I find those?

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Seventh (lack of) sleep note. A picture and later a post.

[The post that appears first is a picture of poor Cameron Waltz from the Arts party. Where he's crying after his fantastic boyfriend Jeff has just serenaded him in public. Anyone who knows Alex knows that she's not the person who would put it up, and as soon as someone mentions it to her, it comes down and is instead replaced with an audio post.]

Yeah, sorry about that. [She assumes people 1. know that she wasn't the one who did it and 2. that the person who did it is gonna hear holy hell for it. Hear holy hell and also do penance which is what the rest of this post is about.]

While I've been living in America since college, I'm definitely a Canadian at heart. And in Canada, we have a proper Thanksgiving Holiday while America is celebrating Columbus day. [Yeah, the distaste in her voice for that "holiday" is totally palpable.] And before anyone makes a crack about copying America, our Thanksgiving started in 1578 and was made an official government holiday in 1879. For Americans playing along at home, that's 50 years before Plymouth Rock, and something like 90 before it became a federal holiday in America.

So, I'm inviting people to stop by tomorrow for turkey and stuffing and all the stuff that goes along with a proper Canadian Thanksgiving. We're not going to do a sit down dinner, not really, given that it's a Monday, but we're gonna have food and proper pumpkin pie which is not custardy and Nanaimo bars which are. I'm making them. I'm making them right now actually but don't worry, I've been making them since I was like ten. It's the only thing I can make other than coffee.

[Literally the only thing, because Alex burns toast.]

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text ; @hagane

[There's a variety of reasons Jintetsu's waited so long to do this, but... he can't really work with a bad arm, and money's fast becoming an issue, so it's time to bite the bullet.]

i need an engineer or someone good with machines . will pay but probably not all of it up front . just so you know ,
thanks

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text @frankenstein

Hello, everyone.

I don't really know if anyone is celebrating Halloween next month, but if you are then please let me know. I'd especially be interested in helping out if anyone wants to work on a haunted house. I think it's great there's a holiday that celebrates things that are common in my world, and I want to be a part of it.

[filtered from James T. Kirk]

On a somewhat related note, I could use some help making something for my boyfriend. I'd like someone who can play an instrument, but if you're good at building things then that can work, too. Thanks.

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video; @waltz

[It's that man in the suit again, broadcasting live to you from a room currently being decorated with tables, lights, and tasteful decorations.]

Hello everyone,

To any newcomers, my name is Cameron Waltz, and I'm currently serving as your public representative. It's been a pleasure to get to know so many of you over the network, and I think we could all stand to get to know each other even better in person.

I'd like to extend an open invitation to the "Bring Yourself" arts and culture event this Sunday at Riverside Community Centre. This will be an exhibition of all the different cultures and people Riverview has to offer. Whether it's food, artwork, music, or a story, everyone has something of value to contribute, no matter where you're from, so I'd encourage everyone to bring a little piece of home to share with others. If you can't think of something to bring, or simply don't have the time or energy, bring yourself. You're from somewhere else too, and I guarantee you bring something interesting in just being yourself.

The walls are empty, the stage is free, there's an open floor for dancing and more active demonstrations, and the venue is booked for from 5pm-12am. Come when you want and wear what you like. Refreshments will be provided. I'm happy to answer any questions or concerns you may have on this post.

Please come. I'm well aware of the current going ons in the city, many of which are incredibly stressful, which makes coming together as a community and expressing yourself in a safe space even more necessary.

[Passing a few volunteers, Cam walks to the only wall with anything on it. A mixed series of artistic ink calligraphy prints in a variety of different languages.

Cam stops with a slight clearing of his throat, and a very casual gesture towards the prints. Very casual. Which he is not looking at. A tight, shy smile at the camera.]

And I will be putting myself out there right beside you.

[Bring whatever it is your character has to offer that they'd want to show, whether it's a martial arts skill, artistic ability, performance, food, an interesting object, games, there's nothing that doesn't go, characters are free to take the stage/set up a booth/do whatever they want in terms of display, and can drop pieces off or set up in advance! Feel free to be utterly ridiculous.

Event log!]

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Voice. (possible action outside of the wall) | un: ilikehorses

[It's been... a hell of a last two weeks for Laura. She had woken up with a chunk of memory inexplicably gone, uninjured as always, and yet — the faintest scent of blood under her scrubbed nails. She wasn't in a hospital, but some big room with heavy doors and Linda the social worker; her head was bandaged, her look one of bone-deep concern as she sits beside the girl.

Oh. The memory of her recapture sits heavy in her gut. The collar, the chair, the network recording, just before everything vanished from her mind. Linda runs a hand through her hair and explains things basically: Shiloh came, he took her, and he used something on her to control her. But it's fine now — all fine, his body was found, he can't do anything anymore.

Laura looks tiredly skeptical at the whole thing. She asks if she killed anybody. Linda dodges the question, which is answer enough. "We just... what he used might still be in effect, so we're making sure you're back to yourself." Linda knows her bad history with rooms like this. Maybe it's why it's so big and spacious.

But she stays, and days pass, and she's not sure what happens outside. She just knows people are dead, and she hasn't any clue who. There's something terrifying about not remembering if you took a life, even if such an act is too easy for someone like her.

When she's finally cleared to leave, there's a paranoia in her that maybe she isn't.

So she steers clear and packs a bag and runs away into the woods. But she at least leaves Linda little note this time, so she doesn't pull her hair out panicking. Out there where she can find comfort in isolation, she makes herself known on the network; she doesn't use text. It feels like an easy out.]

I do not remember... what happened. I know a man did something to make me hurt people, but...

[A pause, heavy and unsure how to proceed; but the guilt is there to carry her forward.]

I am sorry for any pain or suffering I caused.

I will be staying outside the wall for a little while, to make sure I am not a danger.

[She thought she'd maybe figure out something to say after that, but...

Her mouth just sort of freezes there.]

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Audio Transmission, un: E.D.I.

[There is a soft buzzing sound, like the staticky noise of speakers taxed beyond their limit. It rises in intensity and pitch until it sputters briefly, and then cuts out. Everywhere that the transmission is accepted a tinny voice scales into the audible range, coming in mid-sentence.]

...ention. Due to unknown anoma... [The transmission briefly fuzzes out, and then back in, several seconds later] ...as sustained catastrophic damage. Please respond. Message repeating on—

[The message, the recording stops. The transmission continues, after a brief pause, but not as if a computer were resuming an automated broadcast. The voice is the same as before, a calm, feminine voice, speaking with a neutral accent, in english.]

Hello, I am EDI. [There is an appropriate pause, as if the speaker needed a moment to gather her wits, or to allow the listeners to do so.] I have some questions.

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video. un: p.parker | the morning of september 20th (aka an epilogue to bad choices)

[There's a muffled and pained groan, one of a boy who has made terrible mistakes and is suffering horribly for it.

... And also a clear sound of someone sliding out of a bed and thumping on the floor — blankets and all, legs barely hanging onto the lip of the mattress.]

I am so, so sorry.

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HAVE YOU SEEN THIS DOG?

MISSING

Belgian Malinois, approx five months in age, answers to the name "DOMITIUS/DOM."

He is trained not to approach or allow others to approach him when I'm not present. Disappeared from the Perimeter Guard facilities approx four hours ago. Vigorous search of the area has yielded no results.

Reward offered for any information leading to his return.

I would

I would like

I would appreciate it if someone with an understanding of magic might be able to determine if he still exists.

[ OOC NOTE: What happened, basically, is that someone decided Dom looked expensive enough to steal, and drugged and took him. Which means they now have a very angry Belgian Malinois on their hands, or with his teeth sunk into their hands. Feel free to have your character have seen him/heard him, and the more adventuresome could try to catch him. GOOD LUCK. ]

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video. un: p.parker | don't drink and vlog, people

WOOOOOO—

[THUMP, CLATTER, A CURSE WORD THAT STARTS WITH 'MOTHER' THAT COMES FROM A POLITE LITTLE VOICE.]

Wheeew — Helloooo Riverview!

[There's a shuffling of feet as the familiar voice carries further away, like he's walking away from the feed. Someone calls distantly: 'Enjoy your glory years, kid!']

Thank you, sir! Where's the tram...? Which street again — Oh! I dropped my — [Dropped his phone. Oops. Right! He picks it up, squinting into the feed; Peter looks — well, drunk. He's very drunk. He whispers a little lower:] Hey, sorry, oops — sorry, it's late and I'm kinda noisy. I'll shut up. Shhhh.

[He staggers sideways in his attempt to sneak quietly, so there's that.]

Guys, I was, like, so worried about drinking? But I feel great! Mr. Wilson, thanks for helping me loosen up a little; I dunno why I was even nervous. I even did the karaoke thing on my own. Like, the thing on my bucket list? Man... It was so fun... I don't think I had that much fun in... I don't even know when. Heh. I love you guys. [He whispers in a giggle to himself, looking around and ignoring the feed for a moment:] I have noooo idea where I'm at... Oh, wait! that's Centerfield Lane, I'm doing great...!

But where's the tram again? Shit. Iiii mean 'crap'. Crap is what I meant.

Uuuuh. Hold on. [The feed blacks out again, and there's the telltale sounds of someone clearly climbing up a fire escape toward someone's roof. He's very coordinated for a drunk teenager.] There we go! I seeeee it now. Cool, awesome. Cool.

[He looks at the feed again, the background higher up.]

So I was thinking! I've been spending soooo much time moping about stuff I can't, uuuuh. Do anything about, so I was figuring... why not relax a little? I got this To Do List thing I wanna get done, and I was wondering if anyone wanted to help with it? It'll be fun!

I got stuff like — [He counts off on his fingers.] learning how to kniiit, surfiiing, learning origaaami... Holding a really big snake? When I was a kid I always wanted to face my fears and hold a snake, and I almost got a chance to, but then I remembered how scary snakes are and chickened out...!

[He waves at someone down below, sounding so happy.]

Heeeey! You wanna hug?! I have 'give a stranger a hug' on my to do list!

['Dude, what are you doing on a roof at eleven at night?!' the teenaged kid calls back.]

I'm drunk!

['I guess I can hug you?!' Peter fist pumps.]

Awesome!

[The kid down below yells back from cupped hands: 'Hey—! You're gonna break your neck up there! Get down!']

It's cool, I've got really good balance!

[He gives the guy a thumbs up. This is all still recording. Save him.]

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1st Stanza Audio UN:Marsh

[The voice you hear is a teenage girl, and she sounds a little disgusted. Whether or not this post was an accident is up for debate. But she'll respond either way.]

What the fuck kind of place is this? I thought the adults were supposed to care. Sure doesn't look like it.

I need a cigarette.