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tenrectricity

Type: Video
Sender ID: tenrectricity (Surge)
To: Public
Subject: Have You Seen This Bum?
Warnings: n/a

( Read more... )

forgeabettertomorrow

Type: Voice with Screencaps!
Sender ID: hammertime
To: Public
Subject: Shellphone Tech Support
Warnings: Stupidity

( I warned you. )

ramuhs

Type: Video
Sender ID: ramuhs (Cid, featuring Zelda)
To: Public
Subject: Special Delivery
Warnings: None

[ Those who tune in will be greeted to seeing Cid and Zelda sitting next to each other. With a small wave, Cid will go first. ]

Well, things have been quite the mess as of late, hasn't it? Fortunately, Zelda and I have started a little venture that may be of great benefit to everyone.

[ Cid is going to let Zelda start, so he'll move the camera so that she's the focus. With the camera turned to her, Zelda offers a wave and a smile herself. ]

Last week, I acquired a potion recipe for a remedy that temporarily alleviates the "ailment" which many of us have recently become afflicted with. This remedy suppresses the negative effects of the ailment for a few days, allowing for close collaboration between people who would normally trigger an adverse reaction in one another.

[ Cid briefly pops onto the screen with a wide grin. ]

And it works!

[ He'll then grab Zelda's hand and make a show of waving it around, as if in celebration… When really it's another clue as to what this "remedy" is as their insignias are fully visible and glowing ominously. ]

Now typically, each dose of the remedy must be tailored to the individual taking it, necessitating different ingredients for different people. As you might guess, they tend to be costly. But after some careful testing and adjustments, my crew and I are able to reliably recreate the remedy without needing to adjust the recipe each time.

[ And she looks very pleased with this accomplishment. (Never mind the fact that she has to use her sealing power to enchant each dose.) ]

To help Zelda distribute these remedies, I've offered my crew's services to deliver them to specific locations for easier unloading.

[ Read: not in major ports where they would be scrutinized. ]

However, should there be any who have grown tired of the tension in the major cities and would like a bit of a "getaway," there are a few distant islands that I can recommend. Private, out of the way—perfect for those who may want to spend a few days away from it all. Perhaps even for a moonlight tryst?

[ A playful wink because yes, he's talking to you special couples who are suffering the worst of this whole stupid insignia debacle. Although not said outright, instead of just recommending, the Hideaway crew will ferry those interested for a small extra fee, information that can be discussed upon contact.

At the words "moonlight tryst," Zelda blushes. That may have been one of the methods used in testing the efficacy of different versions of the remedy. She quietly clears her throat before going on. ]

Please bear in mind this remedy has a nasty drawback that we are yet unable to mitigate: once it wears off, you will experience the delayed effects of the ailment in full all at once. The severity of the pain is directly proportional to the proximity and duration of contact with the person who would normally trigger an adverse reaction in those suffering this ailment.

[ Translation: the closer you are to someone and the longer you spend with them, the more it’s going to hurt when the potion wears off. ]

I recommend using these remedies only in moderation.

Now we only have so much supply and so many hands, so it's best if word doesn't spread too far or fast.

[ In other words, keep it on the down low, guys, they don't need enforcers from either side getting onto them. ]

But if you have any questions or concerns, you're welcome to bring them up here.

[ OOC: This is a joint network post between Cid and Zelda advertising Zelda's special potions that will help counter the effects of the insignia. Cid is partnering up to help deliver the potions in secluded areas away from watchful eyes while also offering a type of ferry service for those from different Armadas who want a safe, private place to meet up (especially couples). Both will be able to respond, but depending on the topic only one will if it's focused on their part of the operation. ]

baymaxing

i don't know if tadashi had plans with anyone that i wasn't aware of, but. he's gone. just so everyone knows. been looking everywhere. baymax's scanner seems fine and he isn't picking up tadashi's life signs anywhere here. tadashi wouldn't ignore me trying to call or message him like this.

[He knew this would likely happen. One way or another, Tadashi staying here and him going back home to Aunt Cass or something, they'd end up separated. It just feels cruel. Like he had just got his brother back only for this to happen. He can't help feeling upset. Bitter. Not as raging and furious as with Callaghan but still.

It hurts.]

but if he had anything going, i can do my best to help and step in? maybe. depending on what he might have been helping with.

[He can at least offer that much. After he's had a couple of days or so to readjust to being without Tadashi again. If that were even possible. The realization that he's alone here now sinking in. Well, outside of Baymax.]

tilfrosset

Type: Text
Sender ID: tilfrosset (Jill Warrick)
To: Public
Subject: Clive's Departure
Warnings: Possible mentioning spoilers for the end of FF16? Let me know if you want to avoid them.

Good evening, all. This is Jill Warrick.

While I do not enjoy announcing bad news, I am aware he had a fair number of acquaintances who should be notified that Clive Rosfield has left. It seems his last day here was yesterday, perhaps early this morning.

[If this all sounds cold and businesslike, it's on purpose. It's far easier to pretend that she hasn't been crying her eyes out all day through text than any other method of communication.]

With that said, though we did not have plans for a grand event, I must also announce that there will be no wedding. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.

[Inconvenience? Sounding like she's putting others out as if she's not the one who lost her other half. But of course, years of hardening her heart against emotional disruptions sure taught her how to fake it until she makes it. Or at least attempt to, badly. She's experienced loss before, but this? It's different.]

gruffier

Type: Voice
Sender ID: gruffier (Clive Rosfield)
To: Open to everyone
Subject: New Year Resolutions
Warnings: N/A

I've heard it customary to lay plans for the future upon the new year. Saying your goals out loud has always helped me to achieve them, so I'm curious to know what goals you have planned for yourself. Be they large or small.

I've nothing grandiose for myself— only to be a better person. A person worthy of friendship, and to continue to help those around me.

[ And after a small pause: ]

—Maybe open a petting zoo, at this rate.

forgeabettertomorrow

Type: Voice/Text
Sender ID: hammertime (Darin Altway)
To: Public
Subject: beds
Warnings: He's so stupid you guys

[Darin clears his throat because forget typing all of this out.]

Okay guys, I need you all to settle a bit of an argument Zelda and I are having.

See, we were out shopping for furniture for our new place and she tells me I need a bed. I say "you're right, I do! I know just the type!" So I go and I show her the hammocks because back home, I slept in a hammock. So she says [Darin clears his throat and proceeds to do his best Zelda voice] "Don't be preposterous, a hammock is not a proper bed."

Which is wrong. Because a hammock is totally a bed. Lots of things can be beds. So, to prove my point, I made this chart.

As you can see by this chart that I spent entirely too much time on, the parameters that dictate an objects "bedability" are thus. I think it's a pretty open and shut case.

Anyway, I think this explains why I should be allowed to get a hammock in my room. You guys are on my side on this, right?

[Just...you know. Ignore how he casually dropped that they're living together because he's brain dead.]

multidisciplinary

Type: Text (backdated to before Farplane event)
Sender ID: Anonymous
To: Public
Subject: Seeking legal advice
Warnings: None

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Hello.

I am in need of legal advice regarding a private matter:

Is a marriage contract legally binding if one or more parties involved were under the influence of spiritual possession while it was officiated?

Thank you for your assistance.

thearchangel

Type: Text
Sender ID: thearchangel (Garrus Vakarian)
To: Everyone
Subject: Help Wanted
Warnings: N/A

All right, I cave. Help wanted for someone who can engineer a way to keep someone from sinking the second they set foot in a body of water. And please don't say "swimming lessons" - that's not physically possible without a lot of flotation assistance.

bountyfull

Type: Video
Sender ID: bountyfull
To: general public
Subject: Two Things
Warnings: It's dad jokes.

[ Haha, helloooo! He waves with one han—the metal one— since the other is holding his shellphone. It's pretty novel, this kind of technology. He seems fairly adept at it if the way he's framed himself in the video is any indication. ]

I heard some pretty good jokes the other day [ DID YOU, VASH? ] so I wanted to share them.

[ He clears his throat with a laugh, his head tilting slightly. ]

What would bears be without bees?

[ There's a pause as he leans in to the camera to whisper: ]

Ears.

[ He does his absolute level best (not really) not to laugh, which is unsuccessful. Once he calms down he grins in a way that makes his nose wrinkle ]

One more!

The other day a guy hit me with a bottle of milk!

[ Another Pause... ]

How dairy?!

[ He needs to be stopped. ]

$fractales: (Do what makes you happy)$

fractales

Type: Video
Sender ID: fractales (Professor Turo)
To: General Public
Subject: New Additions
Warnings: TBA if any pop-up

[Given the field, and edge of a forest just within sight, it could be guessed that Turo was somewhere within Cosmo Conservatory on Eltrut; sitting there in the tall grass as a bit of fog forming could also be seen. Those who remembered his plushie announcement could likely spot both familiar creatures vaguely there and- well.

A lively nest just within the hollow of a fallen tree; the eggs no longer eggs.]

I am happy to announce that there are now several hatched Cloud Hoppers, healthy, with a proud set of parents just as lively and active-

[—and that was a bark, followed by the sound of something loping in and half knocking into Turo from behind, the strange looking dog popping up with paws over his shoulders and panting. Head tipped so one eye was on the shellphone and the light indicating the camera was on. A bright set of feathers behind those ears bobbing a little with all of the movement.]

-and I suppose my new friend wishes to introduce herself. Has anyone here happened to have see a dog like this before?

[As said dog deliberately flopped right into his lap, tail wagging; something perhaps a little odd in how one eye remained focused sharply still on the shellphone.]

A pack of them seem to have been exploring the sanctuary grounds, peacefully at least. She is the only one to have broken off from them. I must admit that some of their markings remind me of a creature from my home region.

[...was— did the dog just huff out a small curl of fire?]

emet_sulk

Type: Video
Sender ID: emet-sulk
To: Public
Subject: Prototype Launch Record
Warnings: None

[ The video opens with a vision of an old, wooden ship with furled sails settled at the dock outside the Adamantine Forge. For those in the know, it's the one which has been fitted with the prototype magitech engine which has been in development for the past month. To those seeing it for the first time, there are external additions which make it clear that it's not your typical sailing ship: pipes along the outside, metal fittings which don't usually belong. There are propellers beneath the water as well, invisible to those watching the video.

Emet-Selch is the one holding the camera and so he isn't in the shot itself. However, his voice can be heard after the camera pans across the entire ship. ]

This will be the maiden launch of our prototype vessel. The high tide has come in and we will be starting the engine soon.

[ Workers are standing ready with rope and jigging to pull the ship into the open sea in case the engine isn't enough to get it out of the dock. But they shouldn't be needed. That would rather defeat the purpose. ]

Today is the start of the tenth moon, mid-- [ sigh ] --is it spring or fall here? Bah, these leviathans are always moving about...

[ There are calls between those on the ship and those on the dock. With a muted THRUM, the engine starts and water churns. People hack away at the braces which have been keeping the ship from floating away during its time in the dock. Once the braces splinter, the ship surges forward into the open sea to startled shouts from the crew on board.

The video bounces a little as Emet-Selch matches pace with the ship. One might think he'd stop at the end of the dock but no, he lifts himself into the air with a bit of magic and keeps pace with the ship from a short distance. ]

The ship has successfully launched and seems to be functioning without issue.

[ And with that, the video ends. But a few hours later, there is an image posted of the same ship back in the Forge's dock with an update: ]

Engine overheated and stalled after several hours but the design is sound. Note to self: incorporate Cid's idea into the final engine.

[ Oh, seems he didn't mean to post this publicly. Oops. ]

gruffier

Type: Video
Sender ID: Clive Rosfield (gruffier) and Jill Warrick (tilfrosset)
To: Public to everyone!
Subject: The two lovebirds have something important they'd like to say.
Warnings: They're being disgusting. Seriously.

[The feed opens to a blurry image of poorly jostled movements. Sounds of rattling scraping against the speaker of the shellphone indicates an attempt to prop it against something solid. Finally, after a few more moments (got to get the angle just right!) the image clears, revealing not one- but two faces on the other side of the screen.

Clive and Jill, at your service!]

Good day, everyone. [Clive begins, his back straight and voice almost mirroring an authoritative tone. However, despite how rigid he looks, the man was smiling. His scarred face wrinkled with creases of a genuine gleam as he looks to Jill before finally returning to address the camera.] We thought it proper to give a formal announcement…

[ He’s not the only one who’s smiling. Jill is too, though much less rigid in her posture. Her shoulders are relaxed, looking as if someone has taken a large load off of them for one and together the pair make a picture of two giddy schoolkids up to no good. She reaches out for his hand, taking it into hers, and clasping it tightly before addressing the camera as well. The measure of support they give one another is obvious and what they have to say shouldn’t come as much of a surprise if given a little thought to how much they mean to each other.. ]

Not only proper, but more… efficient in this manner. Rather than leave it to the winds to carry the message, we want to tell all that we know at once.

[ She glances back over at Clive with expectant eyes, wondering if she should say it or if he should. But on second thought, she shakes her head and decides not to force the man of few words to come up with the entire message. ]

We would like to officially announce our betrothment.

[ Now that the main message is out there for all and sundry, she gives the floor back to Clive. ]

Yes. [Clive listens and nods along with a fondness on his face to that of a beggar receiving an abundance of gil. He holds Jill’s hand tightly in return, giving a look of a man clearly in love, before eventually offering the camera a half glance.]

Thank you for the kindness you have shown Jill and I. We pray that you will continue to support us as we take our next steps— [Annnd just like that his gaze leaves the camera completely and back onto Jill, dripping his head slightly.] —together.

Yes… Together.

[ Because that’s how they always do things, isn’t it? That much is certain with how she shifts to face him fully, to take in the man she loves with every bit of her soul. Apologies to anyone having to suffer through this. The shellphone and whoever is watching this broadcast no longer exist in her world; just the two of them remain at this moment. A moment more than well earned in two lives that were once full of nothing but strife and pain.]

peopleneedyou

Type: Video
Sender ID: peopleneedyou (Tadashi Hamada) featuring; Hiro Hamada (baymaxing) & Baymax
To: Everyone
Subject: Meet the Hamadas and Baymax
Warnings: None

[ The video post starts up to reveal the faces of the Hamada brothers, along with what looks like a red suitcase beside Hiro. Their location isn’t anything special, just somewhere inland on Elrut right now, but the elder brother is smiling anyway. ]

Hello everyone, I’m Tadashi Hamada and this is my younger brother…

[ Tadashi motions to Hiro. The younger brother waves, smiling, and turns his gaze from Tadashi to the phone. ]

I’m Hiro! And this… [He gestures to the suitcase next to him before purposely pulling off a plaster from his knee. His ‘ow’ in instinctive response activates the robot inside, causing Baymax to inflate and turn on, introducing himself with a wave. ]

Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. I was alerted to the need for medical attention when you said ‘ow’.

You’ll be seeing Baymax around one or both of us often, so we wanted to introduce him and ourselves. I’m also interested in finding out if anyone had a temporary charging solution seeing as how I haven’t come across a power outlet anywhere yet. [ Tadashi holds up the power cord on Baymax’s charging station for anyone who hasn’t seen anything like it before. ]

Yeah, I’m not sure if the technology here is necessarily compatible—at least, not without some adapting or figuring on our part. Baymax is the priority. Even if it would be cool to actually use my handheld, it won’t die on me eventually. Tadashi and I were both pretty good with tech back home, but this might take some adjusting.

[ Hiro says, a puff of air from his sigh shifting his mess of bangs before he raises his hands in reassuring Baymax that he was fine given the robot approaches and wants to check him over. ]

On a scale of one-to-ten…

[ Tadashi chuckles as he moves to end the video recording for the post while Baymax tends to Hiro. ]

hasapoint

Type: Video
Sender ID: hasapoint (Lashan)
To: Public
Subject: waterproofing charms
Warnings: none!

[FIRST: You get a very close shot of Lashan's eye as she squints at her shellphone. We have here that double-doozy of a medieval and an old person and while she's pretty sharp, these devices are not intuitive to her.]

'S it working? The bead's glowing.

[aka 'the light's on'. The video pulls back a bit but like, it's still pretty close and the angle is unflattering. This whole thing feels completely unnatural to her and the lines between her brows are deepened in a frown.]

I'm Sister Lashan. I'm a lay sister, not a nun. I've made some charms for waterproofing. They're not well-tested though. If you help me with that I'll give you one. Want to know their tolerances and if I have to tweak anything before I start selling them. I'm on Elrut.

[yeah this has made her feel ridiculous and stilted. She prods at the phone with a finger.]

...How do I- [she found out how to end message! this was Not guaranteed.]

midifications

[Whew. Has she ever felt so rested? She certainly doesn't remember the last time she slept so well! Her little shellphone tells her what time it is, so Mid grabs it to check it and... what is... that date....?! WHAT THE FU—]

Okay. I can't be going crazy and the date today on this shellphone isn't really the date, right?! And if it is, what the hell happened while I was asleep?!

[:') being in a sleep bubble really fucks with you.]

pinksidekicking

Type: Text
Sender ID: pinksidekicking (Nimona)
To: Everyone
Subject: Since everyone seems to like surveys around here, I've got one for you!
Warnings: Possible talk of canon deaths?

I've noticed that people around here like surveys and I thought I'd join in on making one! Some of you may know that our first year anniversary of our arrival here in this world is coming up real soon. Like two weeks - give or take a few days. So I thought I'd see who else has been here as long as I have! I feel like I've seen at least most of the "veterans" once or twice and if we haven't talked yet:

Hi, I'm Nimona!

Right... the survey! Feel free to answer anonymously!

1. How long have you been here?
2. Are there other people from your world here? (Optional: How many?)
3. Have there been people from your world that have already gone home? (Optional: How long were they here and how many?)
4. What was your first "event" in this world?
5. What's been your favorite "event" so far?
6. Are you here to live out the rest of your life, or are you looking for a way home? (Optional: Why?)

I'll answer it first!

1. 16 days away from a year.
2. Nope!
3. Like briefly one person on new arrival day and then never again.
4. Ghoul's Moon.
5. Same answer as above. It was pretty fun fighting all the undead. I guess the Masquerade Ball was pretty okay, too.
6. Maybe? I dunno, this world is a lot better for me than my own.

Now it's your turn!

astudyinviolet

Type:Text
Sender ID: astudyinviolet (Sherlock Holmes)
To: public
Subject: Magic: deciding, gaining, learning
Warnings: none atm

[ Perhaps this was inevitable given recent events and Sherlock's insecurities about his worth and ability to have purpose in this world. ]

I have a small series of questions to ask those who have gone from not having magic to having magic. Of particular interest are those who have only gained magic from this world, but I will not turn away answers from others either.

The reason I ask these questions is I come from a world where magic is usually a trick using sleight of hand and obfuscation. I inherited my brother's notebooks covering magical theories of this world, but they do not go into the more practical applications or personal aspects of magic. Surely the tattoo is only a single step among many.

How did you decide on what magic to learn?
How did you learn to control that magic?
Do you feel who you are fundamentally has changed? How so?
Have you created any contingency plans in case something goes wrong with your magic or yourself?

[ He... really hopes no one reads too deeply into that last one, but it is a worry Sherlock has given family history and having others within his head before.

And because he learned from Alhaitham's survey... ]

I understand that such a topic might be very personal. Respond anonymously if you desire and only what you are comfortable with sharing. If you'd rather meet in person, I can arrange that as well.

S.H.

catsgothistongue

Type: Video
Sender ID: catsgothistongue (Ranma Saotome)
To: Public
Subject: RNGesus has gifted feral gremlin with booze once again, and he's handing it out.
Warnings: Alcohol, potential mention of underage drinking, more to be added as necessary.

[Though the end level of the abyss was... underwhelming to say the least, Ranma didn't come back empty-handed at the least. Granted, he'd prefer something cooler than a bell -- even if something about it feels off -- and a sack of rum. Only one of these, he planned on keeping. That bell interested him more, it just felt too ordinary for the gacha machine to spit out at him to have it be your run-of-the-mill bell.

Meaning here he is, once more, on the network sitting in his kitchen with his shellphone focused on him, holding up a bag of rum with his bell sitting close by on a table.]

Anybody fancying a drink right now?

[Be it someone wanting to stop by for him to pour them some, or just take the entire bag off his hand,

$fractales: (This is what we've found)$

fractales

Type: Video
Sender ID: fractales (Turo)
To: General Public
Subject: Snaxburg Island
Warnings: Parasites+

Hello, and good day- I am Professor Turo for those who I have yet to meet.

This message is more for those of you that also visited Snaxburg Island and either had one of the creatures there follow you off of it, or may have... unfortunately eaten any of them.

[As he spoke, Turo's tone may have remained calm but there was a serious note to it. There did happen to be a Strabby perched on the desk behind him, a pink bow tied around it, which Turo did know was around but didn't know was there at the moment. There was, however, one he did know was going to be in frame.

Held very much like a hamburger he lifted up a BBQ Bunger so that googly eyes were facing the phone's camera.]

I do in fact mean those creatures like this- for those who might not have gone to the island, or even those who may need a reminder. These creatures that are known as Bugsnax are parasitic creatures that only have that nature turn into something dangerous upon being eaten. So again-

[After setting Chipotle the BBQ Bunger back down.]

Do not eat the Bugsnax, they are parasitic in nature upon being consumed.

If you have eaten any of the creatures found on Snaxburg Island, we may need to have a word or more. Please do get in touch.

ESCORDVI NETWORK

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video / please send this beast to your local authorities (us)

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third ⚡ special delivery

text; un: baymaxing

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003 ️‍🔥 A New Year!

Bedroom Talk

text🌻seeking legal advice

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2 Jokes 4 the price of 1

Video | 🐕‍🦺🐾

[video] Prototype Launch Record

Video 🔥❄️ A Special Announcement

Two nerds and their robot

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three 🔧 it's been how long?! (slightly backdated to the beginning of the month, i hate covid)

text; un: pinksidekicking

text | un: astudyinviolet

VIDEO // Why does Ranma keep finding alcohol?

Video || Bugsnax