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cactusy

Proceed with extra caution in hostile areas. I got pretty close to the cabin in the valley a couple days ago, and I still feel like I'm coming out from under a bad drug trip.

[And she sure sounds like it, too! Though she sounds better than she had yesterday, holy crap. She's tired now, but no longer actively reeling.]

The memories are kinda fuzzy, and it's hard to tell what was hallucinated and what wasn't, so, uh-- my intel's contaminated, I get that. But Cohle's seen it, I've seen it. The person who lives there, it's a weird lizard thing. Tall, scaled, reddish-brown. Wears clothes made out of pelts, but no shoes. Big fangs. Not bulky, but strong enough to hoist up a grown man. Moves fast.

[She pauses, on the cusp of saying more, but--]

Anything else I've got is speculation.

timaeus

[Dirk's brief broadcast the day before ended right as it sounded like a fight broke out with no responses anyone, so that probably was a little disconcerting. It's a full day later when his callsign finally makes another appearance on the network, back in his typical text form.]

Got him.
Permanently, I hope, but I'm not taking anything as a given on Respawn Island, particularly not after having just done the same myself.
I don't see that asshole hollering on the walkies anymore though, so I assume shit's quieted down.

meadqueen

[This is sent to the mailing list of PC callsigns that K uses for his map broadcasts on day 44 before the sun comes up.]

How many days have passed? What’s happening?

hyakuoku

Some kind of weird shit happened, but I'm…not actually sure what. I woke up here like the first time, on some part of the island I don't recognise…on the east, I think. Pretty sure.

I don't remember dying or anything exciting happening.

What the hell is going on?

[ He laughs because he's Senku. ]

Looks like this time the rescue mission is for me, huh? I'm not hurt or anything, but I also don't have any weapons. If anyone's not busy, I need two things:

One, an update on whatever I must have missed.
Two, someone who isn't busy and wants to come play guide dog.

[ He's such a brat, but his request is sincere. ]

metalicarus

[ JK002N | VOICE | IC DATE ]

[Jet doesn't typically do the radios. Too much chatter goes against how he works, but this time, there's an exception. He might have just texted if texting wasn't a pain in the ass right now. As it is, his voice sounds strained even through the crackle of the radio, which at least aids in masking the occasional sparking sound his shoulder is still giving off.]

JK002N -Jet- calling on anyone who's got an idea to spare. Martin and I are at a door, North-Northwest. There's...there's a card-reader here. Gave off a hell of a shock. Anyone find an employee card or anything? Or rubber gloves...

We're taking suggestions, cause it's definitely something beyond it.

[Caution tells him even this much might be dangerous to say if they're being monitored and someone doesn't want them over here...but leaving just yet wasn't an option and he wasn't an invalid yet. They could handle it.]

glencolans

[ EI033N | TEXT | NIGHT 042 ]

TRAITORS
INTERLOPERS
SLAUGHTERERS OF EKIS KIN
WE TAKE BACK WHAT WAS STOLEN
BLOOD PAID IN BLOOD
AS MANY TIMES AS IT TAKES

[ Please refer to the related event post for more details. ]

obeir

[ KD201D | VOICE | 039 (evening ~~story time for Levi Sr.~~) ]

[ Those currently at the airfield can find K holding his story time at the cooking fire pit during the evening's group meal that's prepared there daily, the warm glow of the fire against the encroaching dark creating a suitable ambience for his tale. There's plenty of comfortable seating available (numerous beach chairs, grass-packed makeshift cushions, beach towels, etc.) for anyone who might choose to stay and listen in-person. ]

Good evening, everyone. If you'll lend me your attention for the next half hour, I have a harrowing tale I'd like to share: A Descent into the Maelström, by Edgar Allan Poe.

[ K begins narrating, his voice a pleasantly smooth baritone, his enunciation clear and precise: ]

"The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways; nor are the models that we frame any way commensurate to the vastness, profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which have a depth in them greater than the well of Democritus." Joseph Glanville.

[ The transition into the story itself is marked by a short pause.

When speaking the dialogue, K makes an effort to do recognisably different, solemn voices for each person, and does his best to narrate the story in an engaging way. It will quickly become apparent he's had experience reading aloud — he has a natural sense for timing and pauses, when to take breaths (in a way that renders them inaudible over the walkie), has good diction, and correct pronunciation. He's hoping to provide a little topical entertainment for everyone. ]

We had now reached the summit of the loftiest crag. For some minutes the old man seemed too much exhausted to speak.

"Not long ago," said he at length, "and I could have guided you on this route as well as the youngest of my sons; but, about three years past, there happened to me an event such as never happened to mortal man — or at least such as no man ever survived to tell of — and the six hours of deadly terror which I then endured have broken me up body and soul. You suppose me a very old man — but I am not. It took less than a single day to change these hairs from a jetty black to white, to weaken my limbs, and to unstring my nerves, so that I tremble at the least exertion, and am frightened at a shadow. Do you know I can scarcely look over this little cliff without getting giddy?"

[ And K narrates the rest of the story. ]

"....I told them my story — they did not believe it. I now tell it to you — and I can scarcely expect you to put more faith in it than did the merry fishermen of Lofoden."

[ A final prolonged pause signifies the end of the story, before K speaks again in his regular voice. ]

That concludes my tale, A Descent into the Maelström, by Edgar Allan Poe. I hope you enjoyed it. I could do this again sometime, if there's any interest.

Good night.

meadqueen

Maddy is alive! She is unharmed and here with me at the village. Her radio is still missing so you may receive messages from her originating from my callsign.

trialbyliar

jeez i'm so BOREDDDD (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
all anyone cares about is organizing supplies or cleaning up dead crabs or whatever, it's super lame!!!
you'd think on an island where people just respawn there'd be tons of people fighting to the death all the time but instead we're just camping and shit
well except for that cabin murderer guy i guess
everyone else needs to get with the program!!!
lol jk
i really am bored tho so let's play a game!! (･ω<)☆
how about two truths and a lie? ooh or never have i ever??
or both idk just do whichever you want

obeir

[ KD201D | TEXT/FILE | 028, 029, 030, 031, 032, 033+ ]
(Locked to all player character callsigns)

[ Every known kidnappee's callsign will receive a series of files: low-resolution monochromatic photos of Randvi's hand-drawn map of the island. The picture quality isn't great, which is why K has photographed it in sections — so the finer details and writing are at least discernible. Having a background in both forensic and hobby photography has enabled him to capture just about the clearest possible pictures despite the limitations of his camera module that Maddy gave him. ]

This represents the collective efforts of everyone who's contributed to mapping the island thus far, as maintained by Randvi (VL121R). I will still be maintaining the ASCII version of the map which remains available upon request, but for the ease of convenience, I'll be regularly sending out photos of Randvi's map so everyone has access to it. My thanks to Maddy for making sharing this possible.

[ The ASCII version has to be recreated from scratch every time, and with how much of the island's been explored by this point, it's becoming a real time sink. Randvi's map, on the other hand, only takes a few seconds to photograph and send out.

K also pays the cat tax by including a picture of an adorable black cat whom some may recognise as Sam Xerxes Ellington, the talking star-god-cat who's been roaming around the airfield base. ]

[[ OOC: just like everything else on the network, these files will automatically be cleared after 24 hours. So K will be sending out photos of the map on a daily basis for a while (or indefinitely? but I'll do a new post for it every so often), starting on day 28. ]]

lonelynotforsaken

[ LO431Y | TEXT | 030 ]

Hi, everyone!
Jet and I made it past all of the rivers on the west/northwest side of the island.
We took a few detours and I've been moving kind of slowly.
So, I think someone could reasonably make the journey in about four days.
We could shorten it if we can put some nice sturdy logs down across the river branches near the hotel.
I think that could really help in making it easier to get down to the base from this side of the island.

No animal attacks! :)
But we might have just got lucky.
We did hear some weird stuff going on the day before yesterday, though.
Did anyone else hear a sort of rhythmic thrumming?
I wasn't sure if it was just over by us.

cactusy

[What's up, good citizens; it's the injured lady who stole away from your base a few days ago, here to pass on some intel!]

Resets after dying are all screwy. Injuries can carry over. Objects may or may not disappear and may or may not reset to arrival condition. There's no pattern with any of it, as far as I can tell. Keep it in mind.

clowngirl

[If you were paying attention yesterday, you may have caught an accidental SOS that was sent out by the callsign BT612L. Of course, having only just arrived on the island earlier today, Harley has managed to accidentally do the exact same thing right after finding her own nifty transceiver upgrade.

SOS is sent out in morse code ("...---...") once each through both text and audible beeping.

A few minutes later, after privately contacting K to let him know she's okay, Harley sends the following audio out to everyone:]

Oh! Oopsy-daisy! My bad, that was just this whatsit that goes in my thingy. I'm alright unless you hear it again and then I probably broke somethin' like my walkie or my arm.

Nighty-night, island peeps!

aluminumandash

[ Hours—several—after Q&A with the anonymous callsign's come to an end, Rust breaks his walkie silence for the first time since the storm. He sounds raspy-voiced but keyed up, intent. His drawl's more clipped than usual, but he doesn't rush. ]

Bout a week ago, the man who's been calling himself Officer Ben De Guzman pulled a gun on me, knocked me out when I fought back. He then cuffed me, took my shit, and up till today had me leading him around that fucking cabin to the Northeast. Ah, this included forcing me to help put together a bloody arrow, leave it out for the guy living there like some kind of a fucking love note.

His callsign's DI481O. [ He repeats it for good measure. ] Mid-forties, Mexican, six feet. Muscular build. He's got a mustache, a grey streak in his hair. He dies, he'll come back in jeans, a button-down workshirt, red bandana. He'll have sustained a gunshot wound to his left leg and he'll be limping. His gun'll have four rounds, but I don't think I gotta tell anyone how easy it is to pick up new weaponry around here.

Most of what he said on here was bullshit. As you mighta gathered.

His name's Eduardo Salamanca. He's cartel, top of the fucking food chain. Drug manufacture and distribution, wide-scale killing on his say-so. This is a powerful man used to getting his way. He's also— [ The merest pause, a huff of breath. ] obsessive. Vengeful. Prone to fixate on people he sees as having wronged him or diminished his status. Capable, too. Not a hunter, but he can survive alright on his own.

[ Another, longer pause. When he comes back some of the weariness from the past week bleeds into his voice. ] I'm gonna type all this up for you. Ah, anyone who can write it down, please do. Tell anyone you know who might not be on the walkie.

Um, I took a print of his boot—I'll see if I can't get that out there. Anyone who's talked to him recently, I'd like to hear from you. You think he might come after you, I'd like to hear about that too. I've also got some questions.

Whos hurt/how bad? Anyone familiar with Salamanca's name? Anyone turn up something from his world during the storm?

[ OOC: True to his word, Rust will painstakingly type up a text version of this, which will take him a good twenty minutes.

He will ALSO be monitoring Lalo's walkie for a conveniently unspecified period of time, so if you want your char to look shady, now's your chance! Reply here with a message for Lalo and Rust will intercept it. (Or ignore this if your char is too smart for such ploys!) ]

ichoosefight

[ TEXT + AUDIO ]

[ A total of 3 separate messages are sent out in the span of about 5 seconds, each seemingly from callsign BT612L. ]

...---...

[ The text is accompanied by the standard "SOS" Morse Code beeps. ]

[ TEXT + AUDIO ]

...---...

[ Again, the code beeps out. ]

[ AUDIO ]

Hey! I think my comm just sent out a distress call. Sorry, ignore it, I'm totally fine.

[ Her voice is sheepish and a bit flustered. It's obvious that she pushed some buttons without thinking. ]

I found a plugin and apparently that's what it does, it just... doesn't come with any instructions. I'm pretty sure I turned it off? But I unscrewed the thing too just to be sure.

Oh! Speaking of plugins, I found what looks like an SD card, but it's just a little too small for the slot on the comms. If anyone finds something that it could plug into, let me know.

[ ... ]

That's a little square thing, an SD card. Like... as thick as your thumb, and a little longer? Made out of the same stuff as the comms are.

Uh... That's all. Over and out.

lonelynotforsaken

[ LO431Y | TEXT | 023 ]

[The message goes out late enough that most people might have already fallen asleep for the night. It will be there in the morning, though. Martin is in pain, he's having trouble sleeping because of it, and people should definitely know about the boar. Even if it was just trying to defend itself in fear... Martin's not feeling his most sympathetic toward it right now.]

Hi, everyone!
I wanted to mention a conversation I had with Sol recently and also issue a general sort of warning.

Warning:
The boars around here are skittish and will potentially charge you.
If you have any food out, please make sure it's hidden as well as it can be.
The one I encountered was trying to eat our fish at the airstrip.
We can bring it into a hangar.
If you can get your food up into a tree if you're out in the wilds, that's probably best.
Boars naturally root around in the ground for things.
Or, if you've got a hard container, you can maybe put your food in there.
That's what I'll be doing for the waystations to try to dissuade anything from eating what they shouldn't.

Sol:
For anyone who doesn't know, Sol is one of the people on a nearby island.
They're probably one of the Glencolans that the PacAirs told us about.
They have strongly advised against trying to get across the ocean to their island.
There's something they call 'the trench,' which is where some sort of giant creature lives.
I think it's probably the whale god that the PacAirs believe in.
I know there are plans to maybe try rafting out, but I don't think that's a good idea.
I think a better plan is trying to get one of the drones we have reprogrammed and operational.
Then find anything like a camera and fix it to that so we can try to get photos or video.
Even someone's mobile if it still has a charge might work.
Jet also found a whole big hotel to explore.
There are a couple of places we could look for more and better supplies.
Just so we can be safe instead of risking people's lives.

salamanca

Did this place change you? Has your heart wandered, since you've been here? Signed, A Concerned Friend

((OOC: This post is specifically dedicated to somebody special! Lalo will not be responding to any comments, but feel free to talk/threadjack amongst yourselves. ))

somethingintangible

Hey... does anybody know if there's anything to make shoes from here? Like, real shoes. I'm tired of walking around barefoot.

I mean like, real stuff. Not nasty animal hides.

I can try to make you something too if you want. I guess. I'm at the airfield. Hit me up. Or... there's this guy K? He's like a robot or something? I think he can sew too.

You guys all need to dress way better. This is sad.

solitarysoul

[The voice that comes over the radio is quiet, since he's not sure if this area is safe, but matter of fact. This equipment had to be military, so while he's never used one he easily switches into a more official mode.]

Requesting information on location.

[He hesitates, then adds.]

I seem to be on a beach with white sand.

clowngirl

[Really? A walkie-talkie? Luckily for all involved, Harley knows exactly how these work thanks to years of overhearing police radios and watching a little movie called Smokey and the Bandit.]

Breaker! Breaker! Eggs and baker!

This is Burt Reynold's Moustache comin' in with a Whiskey Tango Foxtrot and requestin' a 10-20 on myself. We got some sorta 10-15, 5150 situation goin' on with a negatory on 420-69. Is this a good kidnappin' or a bad kidnappin'? I repeat, good kidnap-slash-bad kidnap-question mark.

Smooches. Seacrest out! Over!

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