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love & deepspace: alex won

un: plushiewarrior | VIDEO (in which alex sends a really powerful radio signal into the night)

( The wind's too loud to hear anything at first, catching the earpiece at exactly the wrong angle. Then Alex waves, smiling with that glassy eyed look that significantly tipsy people can end up wearing. It's dark behind her, but anyone very, very familiar with the skyscraper rooftops in Nova City will recognize she's on one of them. )

Hiii! Oh, it is... so not as cold up here as I expected!

( She laughs a little, throwing her hands up into the air and stumbling forward to likewise toss her arms around part of a metal structure, possibly a radio tower. Alex rests her head on it, her laughter trailing off as she smiles, a little bittersweet. )

I wanted to send a message. A big one! A big... message. So I thought, what if you had a lot... I mean a lot of power behind a radio signal? Won't that do something? We just want to be heard...

( Her eyes close, and it doesn't seem like she's doing anything. Then the tower starts to hum, lighting up with a soft sort of glow under her hands. Anyone tuned into its frequency will hear a humming too, almost like static feedback, that starts to sound more like a heartbeat. Hers. Then a clearer message with that beating in the background: Echo. Come in, Echo.

Then it really starts to glow, until the whole radio tower is a beacon of light. There is no way for the tower to handle that much energy for long. Alex's brow furrows as she's swallowed by the light, the overpowered radio signal shooting up a moment later, all the light abruptly going out as it fizzles upward, a misleading manifestation of what went without being visible to most eyes. Alex is left clinging to a partially melted structure, pushing herself away to stand, swaying. )

... Did that... oh. I don't... feel so good...

( Which is when she goes boneless, dropping out of frame to hit the rooftop in a muffled thud, close to passing out. Luckily her earpiece is still recording! ... About four feet higher than her current head level. Enjoy your scene of a warped radio tower and the otherwise unremarkable rooftop, Etraya. )

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(open) i know the sun will shine tomorrow

WHO: Take your pick of Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Jon Kent, Superman, or Superboy + you!
WHEN: End of August through to September Mission start.
WHERE: Etraya (various locations)
WHAT: A catch-all for running into the Kents, the Supers, or the singular Lane. Specify which folks you're looking to run into in your subject line!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Mention who you're wanting to

( it'll be alright )

Ramsey Farm open mingle

WHO: Etrayans!
WHEN: Post-mission.
WHERE: Ramsey Farm.
WHAT: An open mingle log for people to hang out and do stuff at Ramsey Farm. See Accelerator's network post for details.
NOTES\WARNINGS: None, please put any CWs in subjects.

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(closed) i need another hour of sleep

WHO: sophie, quentin, magik, scott, clive, kell-el
WHEN: ... august. for sure.
WHERE: corrine's cafe
WHAT: sophie is trying to connect some of her friends for mutual benefit.
NOTES\WARNINGS: if something comes up, it will be noted in the subject line.

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un: Accelerator; text

Hey, listen up.

[He hates doing announcements. Even as Board Chairman he tried to avoid them whenever possible and let his city's communications department handle disseminating notices. Unfortunately, there isn't anyone else here like that who can do this, so the responsibility falls to him. Besides, it's a distraction from certain thoughts that keep invading his head — events in San Francisco, certain Etrayans disappearing, his ribs still aching.]

A while ago this brat and I were using Ramsay Farm as a space for kids. Most of them are gone now, but since kids still show up sometimes I'm opening it back up for that. The fridge is stocked, there are a couple of bedrooms, and a security system's been installed. There are some farm animals the bots have been taking care of, too.

If you're 15, 16 or 17 you can hang out, but only if you're willing to help out around the place. Cleaning, guard duty or whatever, I don't care as long as you're pulling your weight and not being a leech. Anyone younger can just hang out.

If you're 18 or older then you can come do work, and only if someone under 18 vouches for you not being a creepy shithead. You're not allowed to be a loafer. If you've got an age that doesn't line up with modern human legalities then go by your cognitive development and stick yourself into one of these categories: kid, teenager, adult. Then apply the rules based on where you fall.

If any teens or adults break any rules or if anyone messes the farm up, including the gravestone on property, I'll beat the shit out of you. This is your one warning.

[He isn't sure if he'll ever get used to giving warnings, but he knows it's better than the alternative of just attacking someone out of nowhere because they broke a rule. Violence is the easy answer for him, and he's making a concentrated effort not to take the easy way out.]

There aren't really places around here just for kids, and adults are usually really shitty, so getting a break from them can help.

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un: agonyuncle | text

[ Today is a... complicated one for Ardyn, to say the least. No one but him knows why though and he'll likely keep it that way.

He has, however, gotten extremely drunk about it and that lends itself to him asking a query on the Etrayan network: ]

What does fate mean to you?

[ He appreciates now more than ever the auto-correct feature. He should probably invest in some reading glasses eventually, but that'll be a problem for Ardyn-with-a-headache-from-squinting-in-the-dark-at-a-small-screen and not the Ardyn of now. ]

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superman (2025): clark kent / superman

Un: TerribleTinkerer | Text

If money has no meaning here, then what do people do with themselves? Adventure for the sport of it? Build things only to watch them gather dust?

I prefer problems that bite back or explode in my hands, but it seems difficult to call that work in a place where every need is already seen to.

So. What passes for an occupation here—when merit and coin are both irrelevant?

(OPEN MINGLE) nyx stuff

WHO: sophie cuckoo, nyx people, everybody
WHEN: 28th
WHERE: nyx building
WHAT: it's just a mingle! everyone is welcome.
NOTES\WARNINGS: none!

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jl gods and monsters: kirk langstrom

l’aimer toujours

WHO: Renoir & OTA
WHEN: August & September
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: Shenanigans
WARNINGS: Spoilers (Marked)

( même s'il n'est plus ici )

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I like it when the bite marks cut through the skin (Closed)

WHO: Kirk Langstrom (

godsandbats) & Vander (

cantilevers)
WHEN: Post-Mission 010
WHERE: The Tower of Justice
WHAT: Vander is playing a visit to Kirk who has been in hiding since the mission.
NOTES\WARNINGS: References to biting, exsanguination

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[Closed] Blood, bones, smoke and gunpowder

WHO: Vex'ahlia, Vax'ildan and Percival
WHEN: After the August Event
WHERE: Vex & Percy's temporary lodgings
WHAT: Discussing differences in timelines and things
NOTES\WARNINGS: Language, violence, angst, talk of deaths, some heresy/atheism

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Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon (closed)

WHO: Lois, Clark, Jon Kent
WHEN: Pretty soon after leaving the snake mingle
WHERE: Rooftop of the Daily Planet
WHAT: A family reunion of sorts

( Little boy blue and the man on the moon )

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un: romano | text

I have one question and one important announcement.

The question:

Trolley problem with single man labeled Joss Sweden and 5 men labeled Lifeless Mannequins. Text reads If you pull the lever you run over Joss Sweden but he'll probably survive and the trolley will go 10mph faster afterwards

Do you pull the lever?

As for the announcement, the hospital now has a wing to treat magical maladies. Witch doctors and the like are welcome to come check it out. People with magical maladies also welcome to come get treated, I don't know how any of this shit works.

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Home Again - Closed

WHO: Hob Gadling and Loki
WHEN: Post-mission
WHERE: Etraya - Hob's home
WHAT: Breakfast and talking
NOTES\WARNINGS: Fluff

( Home Again )

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not if, when — closed

WHO: Current E33's (Lune, Gustave, Maelle, Sciel)
WHEN: Arrival day
WHERE: The trolley line, the apartments
WHAT: Reunions, conversations
NOTES\WARNINGS: Possibly spoilers for CO: E33 acts 1&2

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Embrace the forces that surround you, bend gravity and space

WHO: Accelerator (

levelshift) and CR.
WHEN: Towards the end of the event through September.
WHERE: San Francisco, back in Etraya.
WHAT: Closed prompts for his CR.
NOTES\WARNINGS: The hospital thread will contain discussion of violence and injuries towards a child, likely talk of Accelerator torturing and killing Sleipnir. The farm thread will contain discussion of torturing and killing clone children.

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AUGUST MINGLE.

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AUGUST STATE OF THE GAME

( AUGUST STATE OF THE GAME )

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[UN: philanthropist | Text → Audio]

[Kexing is in the mood for poetry and so he shares!]

( Spring Blossoms On The Moonlit River )

I am homesick. I left a daughter behind and a whole valley. Can you believe it? I'm much too young for the burden of single parenthood! Not to mention the plague of lordship.

However I know I'm not alone and so I'm here to offer you some art. Take a moment to rest your mind and body. The problems that face us will remain the same whether you worry about them now or later.

[And thus he performs on his flute. The song is sad, full of longing and yet hopeful nonetheless, mirroring his stubborn resolve that somehow, some way, things will work out for them. ~~Or, at least, for him and A-Xu.~~]

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un: peintre | text

[There is an image attached with a message to follow.]

Now you have seen this painting, I would ask you to close your eyes. One cannot view an image this large with any level of detachment, and I dare say observing it in this form is a poor representation of viewing it in the flesh. But there is an insanity to the art that one better understands after witnessing the horror of loss. The emotions of which claw around your heart and refuse to relent.

For me this piece is both unbearable and necessary. Ultimately paintings are supposed to share the truth and I believe it does so. But what does it make you feel?

I likewise ask you to share your favourite works with me. The world is so vast I fear there will never be enough time for me to experience them all.