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{ Private to Undertaker. }

I've made tea with some passable additions. Will you join me? { He is getting better in the kitchen! Practice makes perfect. } There is much we need to discuss and I prefer to do so in person if you are amenable?

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{ Private to ~~Ciel~~Astre. }

I have missed your face. Will you spend some time with your father? I think it might do us both good.

{ / }

{ Vincent is looking a little strained; he is definitely less confident than usual. }

What does one do to stave off a feeling of foreboding? I tell myself I am being overdramatic { no, really? } but am I? What if I have developed a talent for prescience?

indigobird

[Hawke's been thrown her fair share of curveballs by life, but this? This is... different. Okay, that's putting it delicately: this shit's weird, as Varric would probably say. And as someone who's seen a LOT of weird shit, that's saying something. It's a lot to take in, but Relm, despite being rattled, doesn't let it show. Her usual snark hides the nervousness she's feeling at being in a new place and far away from the familiar.

At least there's a way to get back... though Maker knows how long it'll take. And honestly? She's not in much of a rush. If it weren't for Carver and her friends, scattered as they are, she probably wouldn't be inclined to go back at all. Not that she'll admit it.

With a little introduction and instructions, some money and a pat on the back to send her on her way, Relm finds herself wandering the city. Sure, she could go to her new place (ugh, communal living) but instead she winds up sitting in some grass in a quiet location, just trying to get her thoughts together. And it's then she remembers the little... phone, they called it? She could talk to a bunch of people at once with it. They even showed her how to use it.

A big mistake, as they'll all discover.

Well, if she's going to be here for Maker knows how long, might as well introduce herself and get a feel for the others here.]

Oh I do love it when life keeps reminding me that it's capable of surprising me. You'd think by now I'd have learned my lesson, but oh no. Foolish, foolish me.

[It's all said in a joking, almost laughing tone.]

Riverview. Quaint name. Not so quaint city. The ridiculously high buildings are going to take some getting used to. It's all so... clean. A laughable complaint, maybe, but well, I'm going to complain anyway.

The oh so lovely people at the gate gave me the basics, but there are a few horrendously pressing questions I do have for you lot:

One, where are the best places to drink? Two, what's the general view about mages and magic here? And three, where does one acquire... let's say art supplies? Paper or parchment, ink or charcoal, and the like? Maybe even paint if I feel so inclined.

[She almost goes to end it there, but, well, her mother didn't raise a complete barbarian.]

Oh, yes, introductions. My name is Hawke. Hopefully my reputation didn't precede me here.

boats_n_hoes

[ Floki has been here a little while now, preferring to keep himself to himself, avoiding his roommates and generally being a bit more upset and unsettled that he's here that he's letting on.

It had taken a few attempts to get used to his smartphone, having nothing like it back in his own world. So, Floki was just pretending it was some kind of magic rune, one that could show you visions and voices if you used it. ]

I want information...

[ A close up of his face showed that of a homemade wooden mask, in the likeness of the God Loki. His accent was that of Northen, Norse to be exact and the Viking had a very unique sound about him like everything was a question or a riddle. ]

I don't care very much for the people here, nor do I wish to bed alongside them. So tell me, are the woodlands outside of the settlement habitable.. I'm asking for a friend Te-hee!

[ There was no friend, Floki just didn't like being as direct as was sometimes needed. He laughed, that strange, hiccup sounding laugh of his and twitched his fingers about periodically as he awaited an answer. ]

somnioergosum

[Ronan opts for video this time. Not that this is a good move, considering he spent a few weeks in a coma and even after a week of recovery, he looks it. He’s paler than usual, which is saying something, visibly tired, and actually has hair on his head, just enough for his dark brown locks to start curling.]

I lost one of my pets. If anyone’s seen a floating pink blob with-- [He sighs and rolls his eyes.] purple flower markings and a huge nose, let me know. He answers to “hey, shitead” and also Hypnopompia.

[He’s about to end this when he pauses, then adds, sincerely...]

If you steal or hurt him, I’ll break your legs.

[OOC: No plans for where his munna is so feel free to make something up/have them see some of Ronan’s nicer dreams.]

hardedged

[ jessica jones needs a goddamn drink.

she's read over the network, reviewing each and every post in a desperate frenzy to uncover the truth. this plague — it's hit her hard, not physically but emotionally. the infection has spread to someone close to her, and she has no idea what to do.

she hates feeling so ... helpless. ]

i need answers. this epidemic. it's more than just some flu. it's knocking people out. putting them in a goddamn coma.

nothing is working. not water or food or medicine. i don't give a damn if this involves science or magic bullshit. just tell me. how the hell do we wake them up?

11calls

[Alex actually looks awake and happy and downright cheerful today. Someone should probably be afraid or take the coffee away. But she's got a new project that she can throw her work into, and nothing tends to energize Alex like a new project or a new lead.]

Hey guys, I'm Alex Reagan. Today I want to talk to you about Pokemon Go. I know it's probably not as sobering as it should be with the holiday going on, but I wanted to get working on it sooner rather than later!

[Alex kind of went slightly off the rails for a little while, but she's back on them which is why this has taken so long.]

So back on my version of Earth, and other versions to apparently, there's this game called Pokemon Go. It's played using a cellphone and GPS and allows you to go out and collect computer generated pokemon from random places, and you can then train them and battle against other players with them. I know we have actual pokemon here, but these don't require you know, actually catching them and caring for them and stuff. [Alex thinks it's cruel because she doesn't know any better!] Back home, a lot of people do it as a family activity, or just as physical fitness because you actually need to go out and go to the places where they are.

When I was talking with someone, it struck me that this could be a good idea for here. It's kind of a low-stakes just having fun being out and doing something sort of thing. When I was talking with Tony Stark, who reversed engineered the app and is my hero for doing so, but it's not as simple as just having the program. And that's where you guys come in.

[Alex is grinning a bit, and she's got her best convincing face on. It's a good convincing face.]

So, in order to make the game go, we need to have a good virtual map of Riverview Quarantine and the places within the settlement that we shouldn't have people be going, unless you know, they're a trained person or know what they're doing. Where this app can be helpful, not only as a community based effort, or something we can do together, is that it's something we can take the info from and use it to show newbies where not go to and everything like that. Simple, right?

Now, I'm a runner, and I'm out there putting in my three miles or so every day, and I see other folks who run, walk, just go exploring, do perimeter sweeps with the guard and that sort of thing. You guys can help with the rending, all you need to do is go about your daily lives and just click the app open when you come where we have a blank spot in the map. I definitely want people to be safe as possible when doing this, so know your own limits.

[Alex takes out her own device and shows the areas that she's filled in just by doing normal stuff.]

It's really that simple and that easy, and it honestly can be that fun the more people we get to play it and work on it! Thanks!

athiefalways

[In the days leading up to the month of May, Remy has noticed all the goings on involving Memoria, and he has to say, he likes the idea of it enough to put something together. He's smiling when the video initializes.]

Bonjour, mes amis. Every month 'round here's a holiday, eh? Well, this one's lookin' to be a somber one, non. I ain't gonna tell nobody not to mourn what they've lost, but from what the local's been tellin' me, it's about what you've got too, non? I know lot of us ain't met yet, but this weekend, how 'bout we change that? Quarantine's got a nice, big park and I know I ain't the only one around here who likes to cook for his friends. Who's up for bringin' some grub, or some drinks, maybe a Frisbee or a baseball to the park this Saturday and just enjoyin' this place ain't on the edge of Apocalypse all the time?

[He smiles a very smile.]

The name's Remy, by the way. Nice ta meetcha, if I haven't.

(OOC: I'll most a mingle log for this potluck on Saturday! If you're looking to take part in the nanite plot and need a way to get infected? Go for it! Or, you know, just tag around and have good foods :D)

earlofphantoms

{ It's late and he should be sleeping, but rest evades him more often than he likes. Thus why he sticks to text. The other residents of the house needn't be woken. }

Do you believe in curses or fairytales? Can malicious magic be undone?

I have nothing to lose. Spare me no details.

{ Part of him wants to be disgusted. If someone can manage that then he will be suitably distracted from his own circling thoughts. }

Or we can share embarrassing stories.

mirakills

Do you have a nemesis?

And before I get the chatter about 'well isn't this post ominous' or 'my nemesis is posts like these', you all seem like a very colorful sort that live unique lives back home. Besides, it's an adequate way to look out for people who might be dangerous in upcoming months.

lykou

Hello. My name is Ryan. I found this image and wanted to share it.

(full size)
I would like to know what your name would be, and if it suits you. Mine does not, but I guess that's because my name is... already my name. Serious answers only please. I think this is a good opportunity to get to know some of you better, and maybe make some friends.

...speaking of which, it's my birthday, and if anyone would like to join me for some sweets, I'd appreciate the company.

Thank you.

luckyescape

[When Freya appears on the screen she has her usual friendly smile but also bright red hair. Her fingers run through the silky strands a few times before she remembers that she's already turned on her device.]

Hi! For those who don't know, I'm Freya and today if Pi Day! [She's a total nerd and loves this holiday.] If you don't know what Pi Day is, ask Victor. It has to do with circles and math.

You know what else is a circle? Pie.

On the topic of pie, I would like some for Pi Day but I can't bake to save my life and I don't know where the best pie in Quarantine is. So I need your help! Hit me up and we can all celebrate Pi Day together. Any pie is good. I'm not picky. Except I can't eat anything with chocolate in it. There's a whole deathly allergic thing.

[A beat.]

I also dyed my hair red.

[In case it went unnoticed.]

earlofphantoms

{ Vincent is taking a brisk walk - exercise is good for the mind and body, you know - looking less like the dapper British gent than usual. Modernity is creeping up on him and he is just the sort to embrace it, bit by bit. }

It really is a shame servants can't be employed here - or am I wrong? Is it more a question of price? I can understand wanting to be well-compensated. I always thought I was an easy Master -

{ Ha ha ha. No. }

There is nothing wrong with living an exciting life. { What are you even trying to say, Vincent. } I don't think I've ever lived so peacefully or so...independently. I'm afraid it's going to my head.

neverbeentogeorgia

[ He has spent a great deal of time considering how in fact he wants to and should introduce himself on this network. Not that computers are any stranger to angels, but as Lucifer he never had much use of them. As a human, though…

It should be easy enough to write a post, shouldn’t it? A simply introduction and a query for new information about this new world he’s found himself in. But what comes flowing out is not worded in the prosaic voice of the ages-old being that he knows himself to be but the irreverent, shit-posting, careless tone of the teenage delinquent that he was until so recently. ]

Pretty sure when old Shakes wrote about there being more thing in heaven and earth than dreamt of in philosophy he didn’t mean whole other universes. Eight year old me would have been thrilled!

On the note of people who have had brushes with death and ghosts, let’s take a poll here: how many of you fully expected you’d never expect anything again before you wound up here? Not to be morbid, but hospitalization or not I’m pretty sure I ought to be dead.

[ He hesitates at the end. It’s not what he intended, but it feels too natural to be denied. Perhaps “Sakuya Kira” is still more alive and well within him than he thought. Then again, this should suit him well enough; until he can ascertain the truth about this place and its denizens, hiding behind that old identity might not be a bad idea. It’s certainly a lot less threatening than “Lucifer.”

He hits post and waits to see who will respond. ]

sweetlies

[It isn't his first business venture, and most certainly not the first one where he has management over his head, but he hasn't had to give a direct report to anyone in years, not even the Earl Phantomhive, whichever one it might have been at the time. He does his job well, whatever it might be, and he doesn't foresee any issue with it, otherwise he never would have taken this job to begin with, but now that he has the cafe to himself, he has started the process of organizing things, and that's exactly what Undertaker is doing.]

[Pen in hand, paper on a clipboard, he's still old school when it comes to sorting. Supplies had been easy enough to order. The menu was decided upon and ingredients set and ready to go. The hardest part about all of that had been agreeing not to bring his own brand of cookie into anything, except on special occasions. A small price to pay. Not everyone could appreciate his humor, and that was a shame, but he would let it slide. What was left was to give the whole place an open, inviting feel. Easy enough to do with the funeral parlor, such as it was, but the cafe was a breeze.]

[If this was supposed to be a challenge, he felt he should have upped the stakes a few notches.]

[Ciel has the camera discreetly recording Undertaker as he does everything. It's nice seeing the man in such a social atmosphere and slipping into his role so easily. He does want to try to throw him off a little though, setting the camera on one of the tables and carefully keeping it propped up, before tossing an apron onto the counter in front of the man.]

Forgot your 'uniform.'

[Ciel is wearing a similar one, black with pale blue flames coming up from the bottom. It might not fit the Victorian pair very much but he is trying to meet this place halfway.]

[He'd be proud of the boy's efforts, and really, he is. But he's not above making a bit of a jest at it all in spite of everything. Undertaker turns to look at the apron that has been given over to him with his brand of grin.]

Oh? And here I thought that one was yours. Milord looks so professional in it.

[He giggles, but takes the cloth and lifts it to hook over his head. Without the top hat, it's not hard at all to do, but getting the length of his hair over the loop makes for a little bit of work, something he's quite practiced in after so long with it as it is. He makes short work of his mane and the apron and leaves the mess of it hanging over his shoulder so he can freely tie a bow at his back at the waist.]

Do I look like I belong here yet?

[He resists sticking his tongue out. He's a nobleman still, at least in behavior, and a business owner. There has to be some attempts to seem professional on his part... it's hard to resist though.]

I mean, it could be but then I'd be the manager and where would you be? [Ciel smiles though.] It's perfect though.

[He's even had 'manager' embroidered onto it.

After a moment, he slips to the counter to set out some tins of tea and coffee. Even if neither of them is a fan. Announcement time!]

As you can see, we've entered into the cafe business. It's taken a bit of work to get a location and the design but it's all come together finally.

[Undertaker, blind as he is, hasn't noticed that the camera has been recording this whole time, and so he looks to Ciel with a tilt of his head.]

My lord, of course we have. I've just been working with you on it this whole day.

[He flashes a sweet smile at the man, and he's very obviously too innocent.]

Whoops, perhaps I put the camera too far away.

[No, he wanted everyone to see how lighthearted Undertaker could be. And the position of it gave a wide view of the cafe as a whole.]

Say hello to the Quarantine?

[Ah, so this is what Ciel has been up to. He's not upset in the least, and he'll even offer a wave to the camera.]

Well, hello! Fancy meeting all of you here. We're just about ready to open, so don't worry yourself over where to get your next cup of whatever it is you like. If it's not here, we'll get it for you.

[He's not bothered and that's nice. It makes Ciel heave a soft, relieved, sigh. And then he focuses on the camera again.]

Since this is our grand opening, any couples that visit today will get a free cup of a drink of their choice with the purchase of another one. Of course, we don't want anyone single to feel left out, so feel free to find a way to show affection here, whether with customers or staff, and we'll find a deal for you.

Happy Valentine's Day, Quarantine.

(replies from

sweetlies and

somakemelaugh. Cafe menu here.)

drunken_tactics

I just have a couple of questions right now.

1. Where can a girl go to find some good clothes?

2. Where can said girl go to get a drink or several?

bespredel

[ It's still the small hours of the morning when Yuri flips his video on to record; he's in one of Otabek's oversized t-shirts, and still in bed from the looks of it. His free arm not holding the phone is slung around Otabek's neck, and at first glance it looks as though Yuri is flipping off the camera- but no, that's his ring finger on proud display, a delicate band of black with inset diamonds clearly and proudly shown off for the world to see. Yuri's smiling like he never does- wide and proud, his eyes shut and scrunched up with obvious delight. If one were to look closely, they might even see the faintest hint of tears still clinging to his blond lashes.

With a jubilant shout, Yuri gets on to let the inhabitants of Riverview know: ]

GUESS WHO'S FUCKING ENGAGED, BITCHES!!!! [ He whoops excitedly, turning his head as though he's about to kiss the side of Otabek's own face, but the video ends before he gets there, preferring that kind of affection for private, thanks. ]

thesecutethings

[ the cool thing about her primary device being a smartphone is that after a few days, Lizzie pretty much has it down. so, thankfully, no one gets stuck staring at an eyeball on the network today. nope, instead they get Lizzie, in her pink and frilly glory, looking like sunshine glorified as usual. for a 'new' arrival, she's in a strangely good mood.' ]

I beg pardon that it took me this long to introduce myself! This place has simply been such a change...

[ right, right. composing herself like the lady she is. ]

My name is Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford, daughter of the leader of the British Knights! I'm here with my fiance, Ciel Phantomhive! I hope he's been getting along with everyone well! He can be a bit dour, but he's really very sweet!

Ah, of course, introducing myself isn't the only reason I'm doing this. You see...It seems I've found myself without Paula, my handmaid. Between this and how...different...the fashion is in this world than my own...I seem to be having a spot of trouble with my clothing lately, including dressing. Ah, buttons are quite difficult you see... I was hoping to find a lady who might be able to assist me. I'm sure I could find a way to provide compensation.

[ read: i don't know how to dress myself, i'm scandalized by shorts, and everyone i know is a dude, what do? ]

Also...I can't believe we're on the moon! Who would ever have thought it would be possible, to be on the moon? It sounds so romantic, it's like a dream! [ Lizzie sighs dreamily. ] It certainly wasn't possible at home, but imagine... Ciel and I walking on the moon together...!

[ aaaand apparently no one has to endure starry-eyed Lizzie for long, because she's suddenly cutting the feed with an excited call of Ciel's name, no warning. Poor Ciel. ]

somakemelaugh

[The video comes on to show Undertaker in what looks like something he'd arranged himself, lying stretched out over a couch in casual wear, feet crossed at the ankles over the arm while his head rests on the opposite seat, hair spilled all around like he doesn't care. Which he doesn't.]

[He's alone here and he knows it. Or thinks he is anyway. A few minutes pass and he still hasn't spoken, and though he appears to be looking straight up, he's holding his chain in one hand over his stomach, fingers rubbing one of them. One of seven.]

[A few minutes more and it becomes clear he doesn't realize he's being recorded. He still hasn't said anything. But then just as the viewer may feel tempted to switch the feed, Undertaker giggles. The giggles quickly become a spasm before he bursts out laughing for no apparent reason. None at all. He's laughing so hard, kicking one foot, that as he turns, he rolls himself right off the couch with a thud...]

[... and keeps right on laughing. And there, the video ends.]

childofaxios

[ When the video kicks in, it's clear that Chyler is in one of the Perimeter Guard's offices. She's standing close to the lens, adjusting the feed until it lines up to her satisfaction. Then she steps back and stands at attention.

For one brief, brief, oh-so-brief moment there's a flicker of exasperation on her face. Then she locks her gaze on nothing in particular and shouts like she's in the middle of a drill: ]

MY NAME IS CADET SILVA AND I AM A CLOCK.

[ A pause, oh-so-brief a pause, but her expression doesn't waver this time. ]

IF AT ANY POINT YOU REQUIRE THE LOCAL TIME, IT IS MY DUTY TO PROVIDE IT DOWN TO THE SECOND. I AM REQUIRED TO DO THIS REGARDLESS OF WHERE I AM OR WHAT I AM DOING AT THE TIME OF YOUR REQUEST.

IF AT ANY POINT I REFUSE, PLEASE INFORM PERIMETER GUARD SQUAD LEADER JOHN SHEPPARD OF RR-1.

[ Chyler snaps off a salute, then reaches forward and turns off the feed with equal crispness. ]

earlofphantoms

{ Vincent is in the theater and the ballet is in full costume, practicing one Act or another. They are lovely to see - full of bright colors, like proud, graceful birds. This might be an archaic art to some, but, as the camera turns, the Earl is beaming. }

Well worth an hour or two, I assure you. The full-length numbers are considerably longer, but amendments can be made and stories can be told over several nights. We're not going anywhere, after all.

{ He rises from his seat and paces towards the stage. Thankfully he stops before he ends up in the orchestra pit. That would be embarrassing. }

Tell me your favorite story, hm?

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