we need to know

[hasapoint]

[Need's Mindvoice is gravelly and contemplative, and seems to come from right between the ears of whoever's listening.]

I've been considering, children, and just so you know - this is a large group to be living off only what can be hunted and foraged within the space we've been given. It won't happen today, it won't happen within the week or moonturn, I think, but available food will run out. If you're thinking we can just switch to farming: no. So I want to think about medium-term survival here.

In case anyone hasn't noticed, if any one of us tries to go too far into the woods we're Fetched back to within some invisible perimeter. I've got a question. 'Chosen Ones' or not, are we bound to the area around the Heartstone, or to each other?

You're welcome to come up with some alternative to 'Chosen Ones', by the way. I know a lot of you are less than pleased about being selected.

(no subject)

[cspd]

[ Hello, gang. For those who've yet to meet him, Lloyd is a twentyish guy, wearing a jacket that has "Crossbell State Police Department" logos on it, and today he is looking businesslike.

...really, "businesslike" and "sheepish" are his two default settings, so you're gonna get used to those pretty quick. ]

Okay, so. As I mentioned somewhere in the sea of introductions: I've picked up a few new tricks here. First and foremost, I can detect magic, so naturally, I've been sniffing around here.

Aside from the Heartstone itself, and what we've brought in ourselves, there's very little here. If it had much to it, it left with the people...except there's...well, something down below, and something is about as much as I can make out from here. There's a lot in the way.

[ Pause to scratch the back of his neck for a moment before the sales pitch. ]

I want to try and get far enough down below to get a better idea of what's there and whether we should be paying attention to it. I've found a few places where the basements are busted up enough to have some potential as entry points.

I also don't particularly want to do this without some backup in case something happens.

Anybody up for exploring?

I'm a Werewolf!

[just_ace]

Ace looks into the magic mirror that has been the locus of so much... interesting... as people are getting their bearings.

Things are kind of taking a nasty turn, though, and if he has to live with these people he would like LIVING to remain the default.

I mean, it isn't like he doesn't empathize. He's been ready to kill things like vampires on site most of his life. Here, though? They just don't know enough yet. The vampire he met was just some skater kid and that demon sounds more like "SHAAARON!" Ozzy than bat's head Ozzy.

Ace has always been a "bull by the horns" kind of guy and that has only increased the more fucked up shit he has been forced to deal with. Getting people to face uncomfortable truths is practically a career at this point.

"Cough Cough... Is this thing on!" Ace says with a charming grin just shy of shit-eating. He doesn't pause for an answer.

"I'm Ace! In light of recent events I thought I'd better pop on and introduce myself.

My full name is Baron George Vladimir Adolphus Wolf-Manfred von Richtofer, Buries the Hatchet, Elder Ahroun of the Silver Fangs.

I'm a Werewolf!

Now I get it. That's a lot to hate. A supernatural rage-beast, and even worse a snooty European twat! You could hardly have been blamed for wanting to come stab me with your silver knives even before I just made that terrible Eagles reference.

So I urge you, if that is the case, please, come get it out of your system so we can hug it out and move on. We're all lost in the woods here and we need everyone we can get. Or who knows, maybe you'll even get in a lucky hit and save the world from any more of my terrible jokes."

This One Just Became a Leadership Conversation

[prettycoolguy]

This is Spartan One-One-Seven broadcasting on an unknown communications array.

[ A few members of the team have seen the Master Chief around, but he hasn't made major contact before now. For most of the group, it's the first time they've seen this scarred face. And for one of them, it's far from the first. ]

I understand that this is a different world than the one I come from, and we have no way to return until we accomplish an... objective.

[ An objective that they all have only vaguely heard about from a weird hallucination. He doesn't have to say that part. They already know. ]

This being the case, I'm offering my skills.

I have significant experience leading teams on a variety of ops. I can work longterm on terrain like this. You can count on me in a fight.

But first of all, I do need to know who's in charge of this outfit.

[ Bless his entire heart. ]