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[The guy popping up on the mirrors is probably only a familiar face in the most distant sense for most people. Caleb had arrived during the desert chaos and largely kept to himself since. Not entirely hidden away – he has listened, if nothing else. Learned what he could. But his interactions with the others have been brief, often limited to just a soft danke if passed something to eat or whatever.

He's looking better. Ish. Still tired, but that's more a general state of being. Several steps beyond scruffy into fully bearded. But hey, he's clean and dressed in fresh clothes, so that's an improvement.]

Hallo. My name is Caleb Widogast. I've only properly met some of you, so...

[Awkward. He gives a loose gesture with a gloved hand, dismissive. Yes, yes, he's been a recluse, no need to linger on that fact.]

I've been attempting to discern the limits of my abilities as they stand since waking up here. Figure out how to expand them, if possible. Progress has been slow, but now that we have a moment to breathe, well. There is only so much experimentation one can do alone. I suppose I'm asking if anyone is willing to be turned into an animal for roughly an hour.

[Assuming all goes as expected, anyway. At the very least, given how weakened his abilities seem in general, he only anticipates the spell potentially expiring faster. So no worries of anyone potentially being stuck as a mouse forever. Probably.

He'd straightened up a bit, talking about magic, but with that subject spent he seems to wilt just a little. He rubs at his jaw.]

Also. Does, ah...anyone have a razor? Or any other kind of blade they could lend, really. I could do with a shave.

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tr1xx

[ ooc: Canon/slight AU update time! CWs in post/threads may include: death, major war, teenager fighting on the front lines of said war, climate crisis, mentions of cult indoctrination. Assume this is set in the first day or two after they're let into Rivendell. ]

[ It’s so fast, no one will notice. Cammie vanishes from this world one second, spends almost a year back home, and reappears the next. But that year she lives? It might well be the worst year of Cammie’s life. They always told themselves Nemesis was gone, that there was no way that the Union had replicated gen:LOCK successfully enough to copy him—but they were wrong. They were so very wrong. Eight versus five. Seventeen versus five. Again and again, more Nemesii every time, every fight a little closer to being their last, a little more ground lost to the Union. Eventually, they start fighting each other as much off the battlefield as their enemies on it, and no matter what Cammie does she just can’t seem to stop it. Her team, her family, starts to fall apart.

And, one day, the worst happens. Even as the fights got harder, together they always felt invincible—they came out the other side of a loss beat up and tired and arguing, but alive. Cammie never thought... she never thought any of them would actually die. Naïve, really. So fucking naïve. Kazu dies, right there on the battlefield and Cammie— Cammie just doesn’t know how to cope. So, she runs. She runs, because running is better than staying and dealing with the grief, because maybe there’s something that she can do if she runs. Only, that's when she finds herself back in the Wilderlands.

Physically, very little has changed—she looks a little tireder, maybe, and she’s in hoodie she definitely wasn't before, but there’s no new scars, no new injuries. Nothing is obviously wrong with her. But when the memories flood back in and she realises where she is, again, she pulls her hood over her face and screams.

So some people might hear that even before their mirror comes to life, and Cammie starts speaking. ]

Right, well, here I fucking am again, apparently! Universe cannae even pick what puddle of shite it wants to drown me in, huh? Gotta drag me back and forth like a wee babe on her Mam’s arm, doesn’t matter what I want, now, does it? Oh, no, Cammie doesn’t get a choice, I cannae be trusted with that.

So. Let’s hear it, then. Are you all gonnae yell at me too? I’m sure ye can find a reason, it’s not like I gave the others much of one, unless tryna be a good friend’s reason to scream at me now.

Go on! It’s not like ye can make anything worse!

[ And that’s when she bursts into tears. ]

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unsealthecatbox

Perhaps it's a sign of how antsy Ange is that she does this. Perhaps it's a sign she's looking for some human contact of some sort. Or maybe it's just idle curiosity. Who knows, really.

No matter what reason is behind it, Ange asks through the network.

"I'm getting a pot of those leaves with the magical scent. Don't ask why. Come get a faceful of steam if you want, I don't care"

She really doesn't want to broadcast that she may or may not be turning into a wraith soon. The less she thinks about that, the better, and she'd love to keep the number of people aware of that relatively low.

"I heard you get a different scent for some reason. Want to talk about that?"

Of course it's more than fine if you don't, she's not out to break kneecaps if you don't respond to the network. Still! The question sure is floating now!

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ferengineer

[Nog's up on the mirrors, doing his best to appear professional despite also looking extremely worn out and more than a little stressed.]

Alright, it looks like those wraiths are content to leave us be for the time being. Which is concerning, because they definitely have us on the back foot right now.

Right now, though? Our first concern is taking care of our injured. Everyone who has experience with herbal medicine? Now's the time to speak up. Tell the rest of us what we need to gather.

Especially if you know how to deal with whatever's put some of us into a coma. Or some of these sword wounds. I'm an engineer, not a doctor, but those definitely don't look normal.

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wisdomreceiver

[Henry is not the one with the most social skills out there, definitely not, but he can still make himself useful and he won't hesitate, especially when he knows that Eileen is in danger. He might not be able to help her from here, but if he contributes to whatever this new mission is he will be able to go home sooner, or at least he wouldn't waste time.

So there he is, walking through the woods and using his great sense of direction to make a map - sure came in handy in Silent Hill. Now that he promised Tommy he would make him one, he has to, so he might as well get to it immediately. After he's done with his touring of a medium-large area - he won't go too deep in the woods or caves without finishing the map first or without backup, he's dumb but not that dumb - he copies it onto the mirror with his crayon, broadcasting it for everyone.]

Hi everyone, I'm Henry. I'm making a map of the area, here is what I have so far. Let me know if you can see it.

[The map has a clear indication of where the common area is, but now there is an arrow being added next to a circular shape.]

I am here. I found what seems to be a wishing well? It says that if you toss a coin it will make your wishes come true through magic. I don't want to try it, but if you do just follow the directions, you will get here in no time.

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zerg_rush

[Given how badly people reacted to (in Kerrigan's opinion) nothing at all, she figures she needs to go public before someone finds out she's a psychic and loses it over the possibility she overheard them thinking about her ass or their bank password or where they hid their ex's body.

Sigh.

What would Dan do? Something friendly and open, probably, so she writes that possibility off and decides to wing it. Kerrigan pulls out that stupid mirror that won't just stay broken, and with a minimum of fiddling, gets it to a decent size, hovering in front of her.

A twenty-something redheaded woman is sitting on one of the rocks outside the canyon, wearing sci-fi armor and a neutral expression.]

I'm Sarah Kerrigan. I've met some of you already, but in the interests of...group harmony [she says that like she doesn't believe those words just came out of her mouth] you should all know that I'm a telepath. I can read minds.

Hearing is a good analogy for it. Anytime I'm near people, it's like being in a public place where a lot of conversations are going on. It's easier to "overhear" someone closer to me, or someone whose thoughts are more focused or emotional. I can't turn it off.

I can go deeper than surface thoughts, but I don't do that without a good reason. You're just going to have to take my word for it on that one.

If you decide you're going to avoid me, fine. I'm used to it. I wanted to tell people so no one can accuse me of keeping secrets later.

[Kerrigan doesn't sound defensive or hostile, or even resigned. Just matter-of-fact. Nobody likes telepaths! She knows! Buuuuut it looks like they're all stuck with each other, so people are going to have to deal.

OOC: Lookie here, it's a telepathy permissions post!]

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ferengineer

[Nog's on the mirror with a few sheets of paper and his crayon, writing something down.]

So, with a group this size sooner or later we're going to start needing keeping an inventory of what we have on hand. Food, weapons, ammunition, medical supplies and who has what, that sort of thing. Strictly speaking it's not exactly necessary at the moment, but otherwise there's no reason not to do it.

[Nog pauses. There's probably going to be at least a couple of objections, and Nog wouldn't blame anybody who had some. There's no reason to trust him or anybody else at the moment.]

This voluntary, by the way. If there's something you don't want me to know you have, I'll respect that. As long as you aren't planning on using it to hurt anyone here.

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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. ]

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tr1xx

[ It's late, like, super late. Like 'if any of us had a clock to go off it'd probably read 3am' kind of late. The stars are shining clear in the sky and the only light on the feed is from the Heartstone, not even a fire. Wherever Cammie's settled, she's not right next to anyone else in the group for some reason or another.

Cammie is also, notably, not on any watch rotation. Also also, she's totally human, aka: neither nocturnal, nor able to get by without sleeping at all. She's fastening her ears back around her ponytail, as the live feed starts, which means she probably at least gave sleeping a go—there's even some makeshift blankets wrapped around her shoulders—but she's awake now, looking tired as anything but perky, too. Only the particular observant may note the slightly haunted look beneath the teenage bravado and energetic way she speaks. ]

Christ, I'm bored. What's a girl s'posed to do around here when it's too dark an' cold out to go on a walk or somethin', eh? Call me addicted to technology all ye like, but the Ether's a blessin' when—

[ She coughs, does not finish that sentence. She admits she's up because of nightmares and precedent from home tells her someone will stage an intervention. ]

Anyway. Some of youse must still be up, aye? Anyone wanna play like— what did people play before the Ether... —2 truths 1 lie? Truth or dare? Hell, I'd say 20 questions but I think the multiverse makes that kinda complicated. Imagine someone picks somethin' only found in their universe. Practically amounts to cheatin' and ye might not even know ye doin' it.

...but, seriously, I'm goin' out of my mind doin' nothin' right now, surely I cannae be the only one?

[ There's a nonzero chance this broadcast wakes up people who weren't, actually, already awake at 3am, but Cammie's decided that's worth the risk right now. Sorry everyone. ]

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Oh, hey, guys, I thought of something.

[ The group has had some time to catch their collective breaths, this isn't the first night. Kevin's mirror is hovering while he seems to be working on... something to do with the bolts on his skateboard. He had his skateboard stuff on him upon arrival because of course Kevin did. Anyone who actually knows anything about skating, though, would know it's unnecessary maintenance. Kevin's doing it to have something to do. ]

It's not, like, important. But I was wondering. How old is everybody?

[ He almost lets it go, but he's nervous so then he has to elaborate: ]

I mean, I know that my situation is super weird and I guess some other people's is too, but I am kind of wondering who all is like. The adultest.

I'm, uh, I was seventeen when I died but I guess I'm actually twenty-eight?

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rambles_on

[There's a moment of muttering and fiddling as Dean tries to figure out how to broadcast himself.]

So, uh, those Night-things were more hurt by holy crap than anything else, right?

We got water, and there're containers all around the cavern. Anyone got a rosary or some kinda holy relic? Because we could all start stocking up on holy water in case those things come back. I don't know how, uh, everyones... conditions... would react to that--

[Dean has spent the majority of his time so far deliberately ignoring any mention of being a shifter or a bloodsucker and he ain't about to stop now.]

--But I figure it's better than nothing, right?

Just head towards the pond with some kind fo sealed container. I'm gonna be camped out there for a while trying to make this work. I can teach people how to do it themselves, too, if you want. 'S probably a useful thing to know.

[There's an awkward pause, as if he doesn't know how to end the message.]

Uh, yeah. Let me know if you have stuff, or want stuff, or whatever.

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71lines

Okay, so everything's settled down a bit and people have stopped trickling in. Great. What a situation we're in, right? We can't even wander too far away or we're teleported right back to the group.

[She's definitely going to be testing those boundaries later.]

Anyhow, I'm willing to accept that this probably isn't a Rig mission now. Wherever we are, it's not the same world. The level of technology isn't too high either, but we know someone out there has a radio transmitter or else the big yellow guy wouldn't keep playing songs at us.

So, since we're stuck together for the foreseeable future, it's probably time we settle in and get to know one another. Names, skillsets, dreams, etc. You know, important things. Don't hold back, we're probably going to need to know each other pretty well if we're going to survive here.

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hoponpop

[ Hopper looks kind of desperate when he appears on the network mirrors. ]

Someone tell me someone has some cigarettes. I need one. Or a dozen.

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a_shadow

Okay, if you were at the faire and are now at the camp, speak up. I want to get a head count.

I'm Tex, by the way. I'm not the leader or anything, I just want to get things a little bit organized.

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