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[ The video starts out at an odd angle. The ceiling of community house is the first thing that people see when it clicks on. Immediately after, a dark blotch covers up the camera feed.

Sniff, sniff, snuffle. ]

Dude, stop, you huge ham- [ sounds Rose, fingers curling over the rolling film. Everything jostles for a moment, the world a blur, and then it re-focuses on Rose's face. She's laying on the floor, sheen of cold sweat on her face and circles under her eyes darker than usual. She can't say that she's never been sick before since that's, y'know. Not normal. So instead, she settles for- ]

Haven't felt this awful in a while. [ It's not a lie, not really. Somewhere in the background, electronica beats are playing just loud enough to be caught. The next one that rolls catches her attention, the blond casting a sidelong gaze off camera. It's an interesting one. Oddly apt. ]

I hope there is, in fact, a rave in my grave if I die. I feel like I'm dying? Does anyone else feel like death? This blows.

[ A pause. A tiny chocolate lab scrambles into view, kicking his little back paws to try and climb onto Rose's stomach where she lays. He's chewing at her shirt, too, but she doesn't seem to mind much. ]

I also really want pizza? Whis is, like, the opposite of what I should want? Tell me your possibly weird sick food cravings, guys. Do you have any? Or what do you do when sick to feel better? Let's get those home remedies rolling.

[ Something, anything, to distract her from how awful she feels currently. ]

distort

[ Good evening, Quarantine! Widowmaker's voice sounds calm and smoothly dispassionate as usual, and as French as ever, as she makes apparently a brief announcement: ]

If anyone plans to be in the area, there was a small breach of the outer fence near the zoo of the abandoned city. They are little things, nothing a few well placed headshots will not take care of — but quick. A few may have escaped my attentions.

[ She doesn't sound very pleased about that. Her night is definitely gonna be tracking down whatever monster she's referring that slipped in over the fence.

After a brief pause, she continues. ]

There is also the matter of Kane — Jacob Kane. A man with incredibly poor timing, it seems. He —

—is fine. Jacob’s… fine.

[ Don’t believe it. He sounds pained. There's another pause, longer this time, before Widowmaker's voice continues. ]

...Medical attention would be appreciated. I can send coordinates.

Really… really, I’ll be—

[ Whatever it is he'll be gets cut off as the broadcast ends. ]

finethanks

[Eichi decides to make his first post in riverview a video message. He looks pale and a little nervous about something, but he speaks confidently. Some people might recognize him— his face has been appearing more and more in posters and advertisements in the city for performances.]

At first I thought I was hallucinating or something along those lines, because "magic" is something that doesn't exist in my universe except as science made to look like tricks. However... it seems I've gained some sort of ability.

It may be strange to ask, but has this happened to anyone else? I'm nothing like a "hero" out of a story book or anything like that, but I certainly healed a wound. [He glances down, flipping over his own arm and frowning in his focus.] Just now, I also cut the back of my arm to test it, since it was making me doubt myself, and I was able to heal that, as well.

[He's really not the type of person who should be harming himself in any way. But despite his paleness, he's conscious! Just... definitely exhausted in appearance.]

To be honest, I feel a little faint, now, but it may be due to my elevated heart rate after all of this. I'll look forward to any answers or advice I can receive.

fraternalshield

Greetings,
Despite what I’ve been told I am firmly of the belief that this is the afterlife, as I am with no amount of uncertainty dead. I need no consolation or words of wisdom, nor do I need anyone to try to convince me otherwise. Rather, the point of this post is to search for people I knew in life, specifically Regis Lucis Caelum. If anyone has been in contact with him or anyone else who might claim to hail from Eos or Lucis I would appreciate being informed immediately. Thank you for your time.
-Clarus Amicitia

bunnyblock

 1. does VR exist in your world
2. do you have any experience with programming
3. what's the height of technology available in your world
4. are you interested in video games
5. are you interested in contests of skill as opposed to brute strength


[No hello how are you my name is--none of that. Just a list of five questions--so are you going to answer, or not?]

aeturnus

so hey i'm Asking For A Friend ;) but how many other immortals are here in the quarantine? any?

also! important question!! what did everyone get told when they got here? what questions did you ask? i wanna know what we're working with! Let's Work Together!

p.s., if you want to answer the first question without a name there are burner phones available at [ small list of locations ] to make unattached accounts. i'm just looking for at least numbers! names would be radical too of course!

glitterpants

_{[ The video clicks on and it shows Karamatsu using his new smartphone (he's never really had one before) to record. The picture is blurry, as he is moving around his new living space, as if show casing his shared apartment. There's the bathroom, there's the kitchen.. there's the beds--
Finally, the picture turns on him. He seems to be admiring himself for a moment, and then. ]}

Silence. Solitude. These are things often asked for in a person's life, but it isn't always what it suited for them best. As you can see, I've arrived-- again on my own-- with nobody else. Does loneliness terrify me? Heh, I do not think so, but it is a foreign concept for somebody like moi.

_{[ Then, his tone shifts, less dramatic, if possible. ]}

My name is Matsuno Karamatsu. I am here, again, searching for my brothers. You will know them if you see them, as I'm the second oldest in a litter of sextuplets and we look very much alike. If you have seen them, please inform me. It seems they have abandoned me, yet again, right before our shared day of birth.

Also, if you are familiar with the ship the Eluvio, I am wanting to find any survivors. I hope this place is more pleasant and less... gruesome.
_{[ survivors, huh? He seemed like a pretty serious guy (that isn't going to last very long, just wait.) ]}

liquidate

(in the beginning, it looks like suigetsu is trying to take a selfie with a particularly horrifying looking fish with teeth longer than its dorsal spines. but he lowers his peace sign, pulls the phone closer for a flattering view of double-chin, and grins into the camera.)

Yo, I'm Houzuki Suigetsu, and this is my first network post of all time. I'm gonna make an announcement to commemorate it, so listen, okay? I won't repeat myself just 'cause you wouldn't pay attention the first time around!

(hope your phone has a translator, because it's notably japanese, both spoken and written on the sign suigetsu lifts up. it looks handmade and like something a child in elementary school could cook up. and while there's an attempt at english, to appease the majority of the people here, both languages have poor spelling and even poorer handwriting.)

Do you like fish and fish-like things? Amphibians and, uh, things that look a lot like amphibians that I'm not too sure about? Well, look no further than—

(eyes creasing, there's a flash of pointy chompers that make him look like he belongs there.)

We were open before this, but I thought that there should be more of you guys going now that I work there. Like the sign says, we're open every single day except for Sunday, from nine in the morning till five in the evening. This might mean that you can't come, 'cause you're at your own job, but you should leave there and come here for a tour instead!

What do you think? It's a swell idea, right? Are you coming right now?

(a tilt to his head, raising the phone back up so only his eyes, his forehead, and his fish friends are visible. many bubbles are blown, many alien crab pincers are pinced. and honestly? it looks kind of fun.)

Lemme know if you are, so I can meet you at the entrance and give you one of my super special all-inclusive tours, with a bonus prize if you listen to my whole talk without interrupting. How could you pass an opportunity like this up?! The right answer is that you can't!

Suigetsu, out-o!

eyeforaneye

(video: @s.uchiha)

[ The video opens to a view of a simple sign in the quarantine’s common language, a dark green background causing the white lettering of “The Coffee Shop” to really pop alongside a graphic of what appears to be some kind of mermaid or siren. Why does this feel like copyright infringement. ]

It’s my understanding that there aren’t many places like this here. [ So comes the voice from behind the camera, view panning to the right and left to showcase the street he’s on and make it clear just where this particular shop is. Only then does he move forward, the small store’s bell jangling as he steps into what can only be described as an immaculate café, the specials written neatly on a chalkboard in Japanese characters on the counter, booths and tables lining the walls, and plants placed stalwartly in the windows like leafy guardians. ]

So it should receive more business. Now that you’re aware, consider spending your extra money here. [ As he finally turns that camera around, revealing a dour young dark-haired man in all his glory. ]

If you need more information, I suppose it can’t be helped. I’ll address concerns.

(action)

[ Feel free to stop in! Expect a quiet one-armed man behind the counter cleaning an already spotless work station in his down time. ]

hellshot

[Hello Riverview, you're going to be greeted by the friendliest face you'll ever see on the network this morning. A pale, stylized skull mask and a voice that belongs to some edgy supervillian from some futuristic videogame or something. Dressed in all black and yes--he does seem to be leaking black smoke when he speaks. It's normal, probably.]

Far from home, in a place you don't recognise. Seems like a dream, or at least some sort of really bad joke, doesn't it.

[His tone is calm, dry--almost sarcastic in nature.]

It's not. And you're going to have to get used to it. It's nice here too, isn't it? What with all the flowers and the festivities. [Yeah, definitely sarcastic.] Hoping that's enough to keep those of you who might get bored on your toes.

There's shit normal people don't need to see outside the walls of this Quarantine. So do me a favour, and don't be stupid in going to investigate what lies out there on your own because you seek adventure.
Because if you seek that alone, you also seek Death.

Name's Reaper. Not interested in making friends, but for those of you who are capable, I'm interested in looking for people. People who are capable of working in groups to pull some of the harder jobs that involve getting your hands and weapons dirty--and people who are capable of following orders.

Not a stranger of pulling idiots out of a fire, but I'm not a goddamn babysitter, either.

[Friendly, isn't he.]

leatherdaddy

[ There's a video feed of a monster thrashing wildly, tramping over the ground and kicking up dirt and debris as it rushes toward the perimeter. It's joined by another, and another. They follow and stamp, snorting steam as they scream towards the fence. The video cuts away before the finale - where the Perimeter Guard make short work on the creatures. Instead, the camera focuses on a man with deep brown hair, amber eyes and wearing only a leather jacket and a large tattoo of a bird.

Hello, network. There's been enough reasons to warrant a public message about safety (particularly now that it's his job), as well as an advertisement for self improvement. He's a big guy and despite his casual appearance and tone, he speaks with a certain authority of one with a lot of experience giving inspirational instruction. ]

I'm sure you've seen the posts. Missions, a chance to do your part here. You might even be tempted to try it solo. Don't. If you think you're gonna be able to stand up against a swarm by yourself, don't bother - you won't stand a chance. [ Gladiolus drops his gaze down to his palm, then tightens it into a fist. ] But I ain't meetin' my end here, and I'm not about to let that happen to anyone on my watch. So be careful out there, team up. Train. Don't get caught in a bad situation unprepared.

[ The King's Shield's mouth pulls into a smile, hoisting a very massive greatsword nearly as tall as he is with a blade almost as wide as his waist and letting it rest on his shoulder. He doesn't seem to show any effort in doing so. ]

I'll be holding some combat training down by the barracks if you're interested in learning how to keep you and your loved ones safe. Survival skills, physical training, weapon skills... if you're interested, just ask for Gladio. That said, I got some missions that I'm opening up for interested parties. One is pretty routine - get our tech guy to the fence for repairs, then get out. The other? Well, let's just call it an extended seminar on living off the land... there are some pretty impressive beasts out there, some of which might even be tameable. Lemme know what you think.

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