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[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.]

dirtyredneck

[He's been here a little bit. Hasn't engaged much. Figured he was having one hell of a fever dream after getting bit. Course, he couldn't remember getting bit, but what else could it have been? Only it hadn't gone away and the food he'd been eating seemed real enough and the people he'd been ignoring acted offended enough to be real, too.

So... maybe it was real. Weirder shit had happened.

And if it was, it might do him some good to actually start figuring his own shit out. Including how to actually use this thing.]

I ain't never used one of these
smart phones I think they're called
before. They had them before but I never
anyway I only ever had a flip phone
one I could text on.
How's this thing work?

pundemic

[So. Someone thought she needed a guitar, and she's got a pretty damn sneaking suspicion who.

And that he wouldn't appreciate a call-out. Instead, Ellie just pans the video over an acoustic guitar and a stack of books she'd found on her doorstep a few hours ago. What's visible of her bedroom looks pretty... normal, all things considered. She's put up a poster. Her bed's made (with neat, military hospital corners) and there's some laundry scattered on the floor. She's sort of right on the median line of 'neat' versus 'teenager messy'. Some days, neat wins. Other days... well.

Other days, her laundry goes straight on the floor.]

Hi.

[Great opener, Ellie.]

Um... so. My name's Ellie. I'm looking for some song recs, easy stuff. We're talking, like... 'a five year old with two left hands could probably play this one blindfolded'. That kind.

I don't care about the type or-- genre or whatever, or when it's from. Just as long as I can find it here.

[There's a slight pause. Then,]

Also, if anybody knows how to transfer music from a cassette tape onto something like... an iPod, that'd be great. Thanks.

spellslots

[Today on your screen is everybody's favorite shitty wizard, who's currently sitting in a park somewhere and using mage hand to make sure the camera is at a good angle.

#priorities]

What's up, my dudes? It's ya boy Taako, here to make a super important announcement to save anyone getting their panties in a twist about this shit.

[He's already nailing this whole polite and informative announcement thing.]

Soooo, the people here aren't evil. [Taako shrugs.] It's a fucking revelation, I know, but listen, they're not lying about the whole portal thing and we're not here to be turned into people soup or whatever the hell folks are worried about. I mean, there's for sure some dicks in the bunch so totally not my fault if you get mugged, but uh, the people overall? Have good intentions.

[There's a shrug there, just to finish off his very well-constructed explanation.

Although he should probably also say how he knows this:]

The spirit of some real old and powerful witch told me this shit, bee-tee-dubs, and yeah, before you ask, I know she was telling the truth. That's how the spell works.

[Just take his word for it, folks!

He looks like he's about to hang up, before pausing.]

Uh, right, there's a whole new load of us idiots, isn't there? Hi, I'm Taako, in case you missed it when I said it thirty seconds ago, and that's T-double-A-K-O, not like the food. Sorry to start you off on such a fucking boring note, but here we are. Welcome to Riverview Quarantine or whatever.

[ok bye]

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

anthropophagite

[ baby's first network post and it'll be an anonymous text post, because Kaneki's priority is to know just how bad his situation really is without having others freaking out. He has thousands of questions, but none are as important as these: ]

Does anyone know what Ghouls are? Do they exist in your world? Do they exist here?

bespredel

What is it about the power going out that turns everyone into snivelling babies? It's a little dark, not the end of the god damn world. There are more than a few people here who come from times before electricity was even a thing, so stop being a baby just because you suddenly have to deal with some shitty candlelight for awhile. [ This, all spoken as though Yuri wasn't the poster child for a technological addiction. He's had to go without snapchat for what feels like a century now, and he misses instagram terribly. What the fuck is wrong with this place that it doesn't have some version of instagram?

But that's not really why he's decided to post to the network, anyway. ]

For all of the monsters and the shitty weather and the other bullshit, I have exactly one nice thing to say about this place:

They gave me back my cat. [ For a split second Yuri's expression softens, but it's gone too quickly to really make note of, as he spins his cellphone down towards the floor, where a small, fluffy white and black cat is winding around his ankles, meowing softly. ] If you're allergic to cats, don't come up to the third floor. I'll try to keep her contained to my apartment, but she's an escape artist. If you see her around, bring her back to me. And if anyone ever hurts her, I will fucking destroy you.

mysophobic

Um, hello. I hope everyone is getting this message. [ Please meet Shigeru 'awkward' Miyata everyone. He's totally got this. ]

I'm Shigeru Miyata and I was just texting everyone to let them know that if you get sick or injured here I can be of some help! Back in my world I'm basically a doctor and my powers allow me to heal any sort of disease or injury you might have! Cuts to missing limbs, I can heal and repair most things including inorganic objects as well! Some of the more extensive injuries will take awhile longer, but I don't mind helping especially if we're working together here!

So if anyone here ever gets sick please let me know and I'm sure we can help each other out! Oh and if anyone wants to learn first aid or anything like that, I think having lessons for people would be a great idea too!

And I guess another thing is...does anyone know where to get some drawing or painting supplies?

[ He hasn't really gone out much since the festival, no thanks to his phobia, and he would love to find out where to get some supplies. It helps calm his nerves and he could use that right about now. So if you're on the second floor you might see him currently writing up his network post in a nice comfy corner of the shared living space. He doesn't seem to bad off, but his gloves are stained with blood, a product of washing his hands one too many a time since arriving here. ]

causational

[The post is in text, because he can't imagine trying to discuss this with words or, even less, video. He's not really prepared for that. But he needs to ask.]

I know this is kind of a sensitive topic, but hopefully it's not too much to ask.

Did anyone else here die right before they arrived?

diagenesis

[Flint is, putting it mildly, a bastard. But he is neither stupid nor capable of idleness in any degree, and whatever else he is or will be whilst he's here, he can hardly resign himself to uselessness.

Ergo.]

My name is James Barlow. Late of Nassau, New Providence Island, in 1717.

[He does not say it as a point of reference, nor of any sort of curriculum vitae. It's simply dispelling with the usual questions that accompany the pleasantries here.]

Regardless of your familiarity with monsters or your point of origin, if anyone would care to learn to fight or shoot in accordance with the limitations of a baseline human, come to this location [a ping to an area not far from the city.] at dusk.

(ooc; link to a log post for this if anyone would like threads! I'm up for other people coming and tagging each other there as well, I don't have to be involved. Just give me a heads up one way or another.)

noassgardian

So, uh, my name is Billy Kaplan.

[And from the looks of it, he's sprawled out on his bed in the communal housing, camera held above him steadily. He makes a face.]

I have no idea what to say about myself. I was a student back home and I know a little magic. [He's a little tentative about that one, but-- he's not sure there's a point in keeping it secret here either.] But marketable skills? I'm not so sure about that one. I guess I need to figure something out though.

[Considering he's going to be here for a while...]

I guess I'm making this to ask what all of you plan to do here? If you have any definite plans at all, I mean.

ragnarsson

[It's clear whoever is using this device is unused to it. The picture shifts around for a few minutes, and Ivar's face furrowed in concentration is seen several times before he finally realizes that it's on. He's sixteen, has blue eyes, and oddly enough, blue sclera as well. There's also an ax tucked at his side. He points the phone he's using outward, showing that he's in the kitchen, seated on a chair. His voice, when he speaks, has a vaguely European accent.] I have figured out what these do.

[He shows in turn the fridge, the sink, and the stove. The last one had caused a few burnt fingers, but hey, he'll survive.] But I still have no idea what this does. [He turns the device to the microwave. He's been playing around with the buttons, and while he's been able to turn it on, he hasn't yet realized food is supposed to go inside of it.] Anyone care to enlighten me?

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