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[The feed starts off with the type-written name and address of a noodle bar in the Metal Sector. Then he switches to video, because this typing crap is just a pain in the ass. He's always preferred talking to people face-to-face, and this's the next best thing. So you guys get to look at his ugly red mug, which isn't much compared to a lot of the kedan. Though not many kedan go out of their way to look like a living caricature of Satan himself.]

Anyone still interested in joining the team, first bowl of noodles is on me.

[Post is here for anyone who wants to attend and mingle.]

If you don't know what I'm talking about, I've been trying to open an agency responsible for researching and helping people deal with problems related to the paranormal on the turtle. I've worked in the field for over fifty years and dealt with anything from ghosts to vampires and everything in between. If you have questions, need help, or want to volunteer, just let me know. Or you can just stop by the office upstairs from the bar at that address. I'm still in the process of getting things set up, but don't be afraid to drop in.
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[Alcuin is sitting at his console with a thoughtful look on his face. It's been long enough that he's settled in and now he has concerns beyond the absolutely necessary- and the money to take care of them.]

Are there any in the city who have a marquist's skill? The circumstances of my arrival left my marque in need of tending, and I now have the coin to pay for it- if none of those who have been brought here know it, I will look among the kedan, but I thought I would try my fellow exiles to begin with.

[He smiles.] If you know of anyone, pray tell me. I would be grateful indeed.
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[The suite is dark, all of the windows blacked out or curtains drawn and layered thickly upon her arrival. Mavis can be seen by the light of the console screen, however, and her expression is a cross between nervous and excited.]

This place is so different. There's nice kedan around to explain things. And people! Actual humans here! I can hardly believe it! That's so seriously cool!

[She shifts in her chair, almost bouncing with that nervous excitement.]

So, uh, hi. [She waves at the screen.] My name is Mavis Dracula.

[She bites her lip, a quick flickering of doubt accompanying the crossing of her fingers. The hope is evident in her gesture: Please, please let the humans like her! And not turn out to be murderously anti-vampire.]
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[Donnie flicks the video on in the late morning. He's wearing pajamas while a cafe is visible in the background. He frowns.]

Is there a doctor or a therapist here? I'm almost out of my medication and sometimes I see things when I'm not on them and I think it would be better if I could get more. I don't really know where to look to get the same thing I had back home because I don't know a lot about the pills except what they look like and what they're supposed to do and I don't even know if that's true because Dr Thurman could have been lying and it's not like my dad would know. He couldn't even remember her name.

I guess I don't really have to take the same thing. I sleepwalk a lot if I'm not taking them though and I wake up in weird places and that wasn't such a big deal in Middlesex because I knew where everything was and most people knew about my problem so they usually just woke me up and let me go home, but I don't think they'll be that nice about it here because it seems like they don't really like people that aren't Kedan.

[He sighs a little.]
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[It's absently on video, from her suite, and Annabeth looks a little distracted. So much so that it's a good few seconds of looking deep in thought at something off screen before she remembers to speak up. She adjusts herself, sits up a little straighter.]

Is there anyone who might have asked the Emperor about their futures? I've heard she can show you, in a sense. I need to know what that entails. I doubt it's something she'd offer for free.

[that's probably only the tip of what's distracting her atm tbh. If anyone thought she was intense before, it's like there's a little extra dark circles now. ]

ENCRYPTED 100%; ZATANNA
We need to talk. As soon as you can.
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[Ava's first broadcast is made in costume. This place is weird, for now it seems smarter to be White Tiger than Ava.] Hi. I'm White Tiger. I'm with SHIELD. This is a nice place you guys got, huh? My room looks great. [There's a brief but awkward pause as she tries to remember why she started doing this.]

I'm looking for my team. Spider-Man, Iron Fist, Nova and Power Man. Has anybody seen them? We usually get sent to other dimensions as a team, [yeah this kind of thing has happened to her before. A couple times.] so I'm betting they're around here somewhere. Spider-Man and Nova... [she pauses for a second, searching for a description.] Well, you can't miss them. Seriously. It's not possible.

Power Man is a big guy with sunglasses. He's tough, he's quiet, but he's really sweet. Iron Fist is a martial arts type. He's always got a spiritual saying or some piece of ancient wisdom to share.

Oh yeah. And I was supposed to be training at home, so if I'm stuck here somebody's gotta help me keep up with that. I fight crime? [Come on somebody please teach her things. She loves learning.]
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[voice]

[Exploring and ninja-ing around is turning up a whole lot of dead ends and questions with no answers, so now Raphael is going to try his last resort.

Conversing with strangers.

Making sure he has his voice only function on (pretending that little SNAFU with it in his earlier conversation didn't happen) he reluctantly addresses his fellow...strand-ees.]



Okay, seriously. How many of you people actually buy that "you are in the in-between" story?

[the mystic new-age voice for the quote helps set the atmosphere, yes it is necessary]

---

[action]

[Before this post, Raphael will be swimming around in the Water Sector, trying to keep as hidden as possible but needing to surface to breathe and also sneak back up onto the docks occasionally when he can't cross sections in water. He's a stealthy little bugger, so the average Joe might miss him, but anybody with serious training or extra-sharp senses might find him.

...or you might catch him when he's losing his temper and angrily kicking over a barrel after talking to yet another tree-hugging native yokel, whatever.]
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[The video starts slightly awkwardly, with a blur of movement and Steph reaching up to grab something from the top of the console. There's a bit of a struggle, some muttered words, until she's finally back in place, now with a squirming kitten in her arms.]

Right. Hi. [She smiles, looking a little overwhelmed; she's been chasing the cat around all morning.] I found this little one stuck up in a tree, and something tells me she's not a native.

I'm gonna guess she came from someone's home world, since I know other people got pets from home while on the mainland, but, uh, she doesn't have a collar or anything... [she was going somehere with that but she got a little distracted by the kitten trying to climb her arm.] This is my version of a 'Found' poster, I suppose. If she's yours - [Steph holds up the kitten to the screen, though it seems more interested in chewing on her fingers] - let me know, please.

[A beat, as the kitten wriggles out from her hands and runs off to go chase something around her suite. She lets it go, since she's already displayed it decently for the potential owner to see it] If it doesn't belong to anyone, then, um, I might need advice on how to look after a kitten, since apparently I've just acquired myself one.

[She's not sure how she feels about that, since she's already kind of fond of the thing, but also. cats. So she just gives a helpless looking shrug and turns off the feed.]
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[It takes the first hour of the trip from the shell's edge to get used to the idea that she may be dead or dreaming. An hour to get used to the fact that she can't get in touch with Jhirem, that no one's heard of Askoupur, and that she's been separated from her family, friends, wealth, and every potentially helpful connection and contact she used to have at her disposal.

It's after that hour that she gets used to the idea, or at least it settles in her head more easily, and the remainder of her trip is spent picking the brains of the kedan in the cart with her. By the time they reach the city, all Bryn feels is excitement. She has no idea what kind of situation she's found herself in, but believing for the moment that she's to be a guest rather than a prisoner makes it all the easier for her to be eager to see Keeliai. The kedan settle her into her two floor suite, introducing her to many things which seem familiar enough, and others that are more technologically advanced.

It's the console that grabs her attention, and once the kedan leave her, she finds herself torn between using the network and exploring the city. This might be a problem for anyone else, but Bryn has a singular gift at her call. It takes no effort to call upon her deity-gift to split, and in moments where one of her was standing, there are now three, identical in every way, even the clothing she wears. She volunteers to take the console, and watches as the two copies figure out which will go clockwise and which will go counterclockwise into the city. Each already of her thoughts before the split knows to spend no more than a few hours exploring before checking in.

The copies leave, ten minutes apart and in opposite directions, each intending to explore the city and talk to whoever they happen upon along the way.]


[ooc: tl;dr Bryn split into three and two copies went off into the city to explore, feel free to run into them!]

~ ~ ~ // ~ ~ ~


[Bryn turns on a video feed with some excitement. They have things like this in the underground, though the Aspurrans tend to use them business rather than pleasure. It feels like an thrilling indulgence to have one set aside for her own use, one that she'll gladly take advantage of. To anyone watching, it's clear at a glance that Bryn is human, but perhaps not from Earth. The leather jacket she wears is fitted, high quality with a brocade silk inner lining, but the linen shirt beneath seems a bit more like a tunic than a shirt, really.

Unlike some new arrivals, she seems...relaxed.]


Well I wasn't really expecting to take a trip again so soon but I guess when adventure finds you there's not really much else you can do but go with it. Hi everyone, I'm Bryn Zethir and I'm from Askoupur. Not sure if there's anyone else around from there yet, but if there is, speak up!

[She pauses and reaches up to push her bangs out of her face, glad her hair is still pulled back in a ponytail as she looks at the screen.]

Sooo, I guess I'm here for however long and I've got to get a job, get settled in, all of that. If anyone has any helpful advice about where to find good work or cool places to check out or anything at all, I'm all ears, thanks!
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[It's been a while since Hellboy's shown his face. Not since the zombie attack. Truth be told, he hasn't felt all that social over the last week or so. Liz is gone again. He's not really sure how he feels about that. But her absence has got him thinking, and too much thinking lead to old habits that really do die hard. He spends most of the week at the bottom of a bottle holed up in his living room, staring at the intricate star chart that had been given to him by a stranger. Trying to make sense of things. Just trying to figure out how this fits into the big picture.

He thinks a lot about Liz, and the seed of an idea she planted just before she disappeared. She'd wanted to start some type of Bureau here, and maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. If there's one thing the Foreigners needed, it was organization. And if there was one thing Hellboy needed, it was a distraction. This could very well be a recipe for both.

Though he's dubious of his actual organizational skills. His strategy for everything was almost always to plunge in head-first without any kind of preparation. He was nothing like Bruttenholm or even Manning, but he could damn well try. He'll do it for Liz.

So he cleans himself up a little, or about as much as Hellboy ever does, and puts on his best game face. (Which, when your face is mostly stuck like that, is never hard.)

The feed starts with a steady silence and a level, golden-eyed gaze. Then he realizes the thing is actually on and begins.

Here goes nothin'...]


Anyone who knew her, Elizabeth Sherman disappeared about a week ago.

[He can't say for certain she's back in their world. There's no way of telling that for sure. He tries not to think about it too hard.]

Before she left she proposed getting together an organization similar to the one we worked for back in our world here on the Turtle. For anyone who's not familiar, I'll give you a quick run-down.

It's called the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, an organization that studies the paranormal around the world and is responsible for fighting off any big nasties that might pop up in the meantime. Ghosts, demons, vampires, you name it.

Most of our employees are researchers, like to paw through rotting manuscripts and study trolls. Me... they just send me in when things get messy. Though I've trained plenty of new agents before.

I'm not really the administrative type. So if anyone's willing to help get this off the ground, I'd appreciate it. What we really need are people interested in the actual research end of things. Though field agents aren't a bad thing either.

I know a few people spoke to Liz in her first message. I'd like to speak to them again if I can. Just let me know if you're interested and what you might be able to bring to the table. Maybe we might start making sense of this place.

[Yeah, this sure won't be his father's Bureau, but it might be something.]
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[Henry is leaning back in the chair in front of his computer and he holds a book bound in yellow paper in his slender hands. From the angle at which he holds it, the title is not quite visible. ]

A flawed memory is an inconvenience, though a perfect memory is a curse. But had my memory been better, I would sooner have recalled what this place reminds me of. Oh, I could perceive from the beginning that it is very like the fantasies that prompt a man to fill his house with blue china—and there is something as well of the mechanical dreams of M. Verne and his kind.

In which his lordship offers a brief introduction to French Symbolist literature and just might be trolling a tiny bit. )
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[The following is actually posted from Annabeth’s console. Despite his girlfriend’s warning that he should wait to post until he’s in a more stable frame of mind, Percy’s ADHD self has decided it’s necessary to let potential turtle-talkers know about the dangers RIGHT NOW. His expression is sort of dazed as he starts the feed.]

So...[Excuse him for a moment, he’s just going toget distracted by the screen and the colours and wondering how it all works. It takes him a couple of moments to get back on track, shaking his head] Uh. Yeah, if you can talk to turtles? My advice would...be... [HOLD ON he said the word turtle and holy shit, that turtle was old. Like, mega old. And it knew so much, had seen so much that Percy couldn’t even imagine...

Yeah he’s gone again. Please hold.]


[And somewhere in the suite, Annabeth hears Percy talking, so when he trails off, her voice calls out:] Percy? Who are you talking -

[There’s a pause, when she realizes.] You idiot.

[If there’s one voice that’s guaranteed to get through to him, it’s that one. Percy jerks, twisting around to face the direction of his girlfriend’s voice. His expression is sheepish, and he mouths ‘caught’ at the screen] Hey, I was just being a concerned citizen, letting our fellow Turtle-ites know about the dangers-- [and then he cuts himself off, frowning slightly, because is it really dangerous? He feels good. Peaceful. Small, maybe, in the face of that vast mind, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Yeah he’s basically sitting there with his mouth hanging open again]


[With a sigh, she just walks over and punches his shoulder, then peers down into the video, very much linefaced.] He’s been like this for a day.

Ouch! [Percy’s mouth shuts with a click. His glare is pretty ineffectual, a mixture of the turtle’s peace and the fact that he still has this tendency to smile at Annabeth when he sees her these days. Rubbing his shoulder, he wakes up enough to actually finish what he was saying in the first place]

Yeah, so, talking to the turtle didn’t end up going as planned. I think it’s...too ancient to really communicate with us, if that makes sense. It’s pretty overwhelming, I wouldn’t suggest trying it. At least, not unless you have an overeager girlfriend to hit you if you get sucked in too far. [He turns back to Annabeth and murmurs, although it’s still loud enough to be heard] Seriously, you hit me a lot.


Only when you deserve it. [She says it completely deadpan, then just walks away and out of view.]

[Percy rolls his eyes at the camera, and then switches it off. Jackson gets the last word for once, aww yeah]
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[Reid hates technology. No, he really, genuinely does. Computers don't move fast enough to keep up with him, and he has a long-established love of hard copies where literature is concerned. But the fact of the matter is, there are very few books here. So here he is, seated at a console, half a dozen of the local books he could find stacked beside him and several empty coffee cups as well. Recently, he's taken to drinking green tea, but a lapse in that particular habit seems appropriate considering his surroundings.]

 You know, the terminology relating to a meta or 'multiverse' was originally coined by William James, a philosopher and psychologist in the late nineteen hundreds. His paper, titled 'Is Life Worth Living?' was published in the 1985 October Edition of the International Journal of Ethics. He postulated that, with the decline of social religion all 'visible' nature (that is to say, everything we see and experience) is in and of itself a 'moral' multiverse as opposed to being a moral 'universe'. He was referring to the visible nature of the world - good existing alongside evil, with every imaginable shade in between. Each nuance of the world then became in and of itself a 'multiverse' in James' ideal.

 The neologism didn't actually enter into common vernacular until much later and under a drastically different context, but the concept of other worlds or parallel universes - what we today call a 'multiverse' - has actually been around for centuries, generally tied to religious philosophies of the time. Muslim theologian al-Ghazālī believed that it was not only possible but highly probable. His extrapolation was that that Earth was the best of all possible worlds and that humans occupied it as a form of divine right, stating that 'there is in possibility nothing more wondrous than what is'.

[a brief pause, because... he's generally not used to speaking so long without interruption.]

 Essentially, the concept of a 'life, death or dreaming' state faintly echoes several Buddhist or Hindu philosophies, though equally suggestive of liminality. The continual repetition of that 'life/death/dreaming' theme represents a trinity; three is often considered a holy number in any number of doctrines. Three also represents the body (life), the soul (death) and the spirit (dreaming). And then, the fact that there are five districts also reinforces the ties to numerology. If you go by the numerical value of the Hebrew letter 'He' or 'five' it symbolizes the universal life, the breath of man, the air, the spirit and the soul.

 Oh-- right, liminality. Liminality was another word coined in the same philosophical era as William James' 'multiverse' by Arnold Vann Gennep in his 1908 paper Rites de Passage. It's from the Latin līmen which means 'threshold' and it's a word used to describe the transitionary phase during a ritualistic transformation, during which the participant's own identity is considered to be void until the process is complete and the individual can be reborn. It's almost a contract – during this process you forsake your identity, your sense of self, your titles and earthly possessions all for the sake of a form of theoretical transcendental enlightenment. It's this fluidity of self that enables change and dissolution of old habits or customs to make way for the new. It's not limited to an individual, either; it can be applied to groups of people – such as a graduating highschool class – or to societies and cultures as a whole and I believe it's what we're technically undergoing now.

 Liminality is considered a tripartite structure, and each segment of that structure is as follows: preliminal rites, or rites of separation. This stage involves a metaphorical 'death' undergone by the initiand. They're essentially forced to leave something behind by breaking away from previous practices and routines, or by, say, coming to Keeliai.

 The liminal rites – or transitionary rites – involve the creation of a sort of... tabula rasa, a blank slate, through the removal of limits and forms previously taken for granted. There are two primary characteristics to this stage of the rite, first: the rite 'must follow a strictly prescribed sequence, where everybody knows what to do and how'. Because this rite is a fundamental deconstruction of the self and self-held values, it's meant quite literally to mirror the act of walking over a threshold between two worlds.

 The postliminal rites, or 'rites of incorporation' are the third and final sequence. During this stage, the initiand is re-incorporated into society, essentially born again as a 'new' being.

[CRICKETS. CRICKETS ARE CHIRPING IN THE BACKGROUND, REID. He awkwardly clears his throat.]

 All... right so... um, hi. I'm Doctor Spencer Reid. Any questions...?

[for those of you who didn't turn the console off ten seconds into his impromptu lecture??


 ooc; also: a permissions post.]
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[ Inara appears on the video screen to those who might happen to be watching at this particular time, poised and smiling and entirely at ease. ]

It appears as if new arrivals are a fairly frequent occurrence. Every weekend, it seems. I know it's a trying time and very frustrating, but if one chooses to think of it as an opportunity as opposed to misfortune, then perhaps it isn't quite so bad. In any case - welcome.

[ pleasantries aside...]

Now, down to business -- literally. [ she smiles and it's a bit more cautious this time, head tilting slightly as she wonders at the wisdom of her query. ]

I have been told by the kedan that there is an area of my sector that caters to specific needs and comforts, and while I am certain their tastes run true, mine, perhaps, might be a bit different.

For those of you that don't know me, my name is Inara Serra, and I am a Companion. [ seeing as no one here seems to be from the 'Verse, she decides to elaborate - delicately. ]

I provide company, conversation and comfort to those who might desire such a thing, and I am paid [ a high sum ] for my time. I entertain, converse with, and bestow companionship to my clients, and ensure that they have only a positive, enlightening and joyful experience when they are with me.

[ another polite smile. ]

If there is, perhaps, someone here who could show me some of the...finer institutions that the city has to offer that might be more suited to my personal tastes, I would be most grateful. Thank you.
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[ text, anonymous. Upon arriving, Bane has kept to himself, patiently reading through past entries on the network and evaluating his current situation. he has seen more questions raised then answers after his research ]

It would seem that the state between death, dreaming and life has more to be desired. The reason for our continued presence remains a mystery as we play the role of docile prisoners to this...Emperor. While others may seek contentment in their cage under the guise of routine and monotony, I must question one simple thing:

Tell me, fellow occupants, how long are we to be kept in the dark?

Surely none of the Kedan's guests were aware of the creatures lurking beneath the shadowed depths of Tu Vishan. A small, inconsequential thing, perhaps, to those who no longer have the fear of death instilled upon them, but the opportunity to prepare for such onslaughts was stolen from us. We are all strangers in a strange land, fellow outsiders, and it seems as if the Kedan are more than happy to maintain that relationship. A relationship that leaves us in a state of inaction.

Citizens, for that is what we should rightfully call ourselves here, it is time to find our voice.

[ a separate text message is sent out anonymously: ]

I seek the services of a medical professional- preferably one with a hand in anesthesia. Chemists, would also be welcomed.
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 [ the Peeta that sits before the screen still looks like shit, but there's a little more confidence to him as he speaks: ]

There's going to be a new bakery in town. [ he grins, a little awkwardly but it's still somewhat charming ] And it could use some customers starting tomorrow. It's in the Water section, if you need help finding it, feel free to ask me or Astrid. People who order something more expensive then three juulans get a free slice of cake. To celebrate. The opening, that is. And the not being destroyed by mutts thing. Though that could use some celebration as well.

[ he pauses, rubbing his hands together ]


Also I was wondering who to get in touch with regarding...therapy. 

It's not related to the cake, I promise.

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[ Jack has been having good luck with most people being able to see him lately so he leaves his console on video, and figures it should also catch the few thus far who can hear him even if they can't see him on the screen. ]

I thought I'd take a fly out to the shell's edge for a while.

[ He needed to get away from the city's bustle for a little while and think; for those that can see him, he looks pensive in comparison to his usual lightheartedness. ]

I know there's not much out there, but does anyone want me to keep an eye out for anything to bring back?

[ private to Favrielle ]

Sorry to bother you, but you repair clothes as well as make them, right?
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[ hey all you projections (people that were kidnapped from their home worlds) ariadne has been thinking (not a shock there) and she has a few things she would like to ask.

so please enjoy. ]


Zombies… well that was interesting. [ her sarcasm can be oh so fun at times. ] I didn't really think 'night of the living dead' would be something that a turtle and some random world would be capable of.

[ she just sighs, rolling her eyes slightly as she moves on to the actual point of this post. ]

Anyway, I was wondering if anyone has a map of this place – something they could share. [ a short pause, her brow arching in a hopeful curiosity. ] Given that this place really is unknown to so many of us, I thought it might be a good idea to have something like that to refer back to when a situation like the last arose.

[ not that she wanted one to happen like that again (she really isn't cut out for fighting zombies after all) it just seemed like a good idea for location understanding, as well as planning. ]

Also, I'm wondering if there is a system set up for us all to communicate in times of crisis – an emergency broadcast system of sorts. A way for us all to know what we need to do if anything ever happens. [ yes, she is well aware that people have the network, and that they are all doing what they can to help, but she really just wants to see how all the projections organize here. ]

So that's about all I have for now.

[ a long shrug, her nose crinkling as she offers the screen a faint smile. ]

I know I may not know as much as I could about this place, but I'm trying to learn what I can and would really appreciate any help I could get here.

Thanks.
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[When Tris's feed flashes up, he looks concerned and a little out of breath. He'd been in the Fire district when the undead had broken through the barrier, and he'd stayed there until he could no longer hold his barriers up. Instead, he'd fought with sword and magic to get back home, trying to save as many kedan as he could. And that was when it had happened.]

I feel like there is finally something I can do to help people here. When those creatures kill, they steal souls. I watched them do it to the kedan and I should have been able to feel the soul leaving this world, only that didn't happen. The kedan died but his soul was consumed by the undead. It wasn't safe enough to free the soul and allow the kedan to pass over, not when I was alone, but I'm confident that if I had aid holding the creatures that I could free the souls of those who have been killed.

I guess I'm offering to help anyone who loses their friends or family to these creatures. If anyone needs any aid fighting as well, I am skilled with a sword and also have quite powerful magic. Please don't hesitate to ask for help. I'll go wherever I'm needed.
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[personal profile] fuzzyelf
Okay, those zombies beyond the barrier? Not so beyond it anymore.

They're falling down and getting up. They're still fast and it doesn't matter what you do, they won't stay down.

I suggest staying in your suite and boarding up if you don't have any other way to defend yourself. If anyone is going to go out against them, [Because he knows there will be.] be careful. The last thing anyone wants or needs is death and adding to their numbers.

[He doesn't know if their bites work that way, but he's taking the guess they do cause...zombies.]