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I was outside early this morning. The rain stopped so I went to go see if there was severe damage.

There was some weird ass light out there for a minute or two. Looked like a laser. Had a little bit of sputtering going on so maybe whatever made it is kinda messed up. Still, what the hell is a laser doing here? Are there satellites to worry about?

[ Ah, right, hold on. Senku-sensei might have to give some context. ]

If you don't know what a laser is, it's a word from an acronym: Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation. Basically it's a really bright ass, concentrated beam of light. This one was huge, came from the sky, I think.

Satellites are machines that orbit the earth. If you need a rundown on what that means, I can do that, but I wouldn't say it's entirely relevant. But I'd give a lot for a real telescope right now.

[ He guesses he'll have to MAKE ONE then, but anyways! ]

Anyone else see something like this, or is it just near the airfield?

aluminumandash

[ The walkie clicks on to a barrage of sound: crystal clear reception doesn't much matter when there's only a couple tarps between you and relentless downpour. Rust's voice—slurred slightly beyond the usual confines of a Texas accent, if you're listening for it—manages to break through the thunderclaps and drumming rain only because he's holding the transceiver right next to his mouth, gripping it tight.

His tone is urgent, and incredulous. ] Fuckin...elephant fell outta the sky.

[ Yep. ]

OOC: FOR THOSE NOT IN THE KNOW: Rust's being held hostage by Lalo and the walkie will be wrenched from his hands as soon as he sends this! Replies may come from Rust (under duress), Lalo, or both!

Also: mentions of animal death/dismemberment are extremely likely, we'll CW but let us know if there's something you want to avoid.

meadqueen

Zam is gone. I do not know what happened - she was here last night, but no one has seen her since. Some of her items remain here, but her call sign has disappeared.

1797

[Guess who has been trapped alone in a building with four sticks of raw sugarcane and a map he wants to copy. All he has available is a tiny ass screen, so we must suffer the limited ASCII together. Fake screen boundary included bc otherwise it's even less decipherable.]

┌──────────────┐
│-`;-./`o\/\_,_│
│ (        -<- │
│ )   *        │
│(  x_x<-   ^n │
└──────────────┘

[There's a handy key of what some of this nonsense means if you keep scrolling:]

o start?
* jail (again)
-<- plane
x_x<- dead

cuteandquarky

[Once the sun has come out again, the voice of a teen girl comes on over the network. She's doing her absolute best to sound chipper, but there's a strain in her voice for anybody paying attention.]

Hi! I hope everyone made it through the storm okay. That sure was... intense! I have never been happier to see the sun lol.

[Yes, she does just say lol out loud as a word. Like "lohl."]

Unfortunately the spot I was staying in got flooded, and... I kind of got caught up in the water! I'm okay for now. I got back onto the shore and I've pulled myself as far away from the river as I can so it doesn't pull me back in.

[A pause, but there's still a crackle indicating she's still holding down the button... then a sigh.]

Though... I might need some help. I did get hurt a little. I'll be okay! I've patched myself up as best I can and I am sure I'll get better. I just can't move very well right now. So if anybody is nearby and could at least help me get to somewhere with a roof...

[Another pause. Jade is definitely having some trouble keeping that chipper tone in her voice now, but she's still trying.]

I'm by a river. A little southeast of me and across the river there is a cliff with some buildings on it. If anybody is nearby that would be great! But if not I am sure I will be okay. I have been through worse before!

[The radio clicks off. Then a few seconds later, it's on again.]

Oh- and I'm Jade, by the way! Nice to meet you if I haven't already talked to you.

somethingintangible

[ The voice that comes over the network is a young woman's - late teens or early twenties. A little deep, throaty, but still obviously belonging to someone quite young and female.

It's shaky though, like the person on the other end of the radio is really struggling. Maybe like she's even been crying, although it's hard to tell. She definitely sounds distressed, though.

This is also clearly someone who has never actually used a walkie talkie before, as the message periodically cuts in and out. Maddy was mostly able to figure it out by playing with it, but she's not used to having to keep pressing the button down. You don't do that with touch screens! ]

Um... Hey...

I don't know if anybody can hear me. Or if [ brief silence; she has lifted her finger off the walkie so whatever she says is missing; her voice picks up again later-- ].

--name is Maddy Perez. My mom's name is Sonia Perez, my dad [ she lifts her finger again, so her dad's name isn't heard ] -- I go to East Highland High School. I think I'm lost. I don't know where I am. I need help.

[ There's a pause; this time, it's not because she lifted her finger. There's distraught breathing on the other side of the radio. ]

Please, somebody help me! I'm lost. I don't, I don't know where I am. I -- I think I'm in a jungle or something? I'm not sure where to go next.

[ Then there's a quiet, sound -- sniffling, and a mechanical huff of someone breathing into the walkie too hard. ]

doomcame

We found a cat. Black fur, violet eyes. Well-cared for. Weirdly intelligent... maybe even trained if that's possible... [She still can't believe it led them to water like some sort of bitey little service animal.]

Is anyone missing a pet?

[And once she's taken a few steps away from where Chloe can effectively hobble after her to intervene, she strategically drops a more pressing concern.]

We also have someone with leg injuries. We did the best we could but we'll need something to boil water in and fresh bandages soon. If someone with more supplies or experience can lend a hand, we can give you our location or try to meet you halfway. It's not easy to move right now.

Watch out for bear-traps.

backsassin

Just want to clarify something I said when I first got here:

Whatever brought me to this place didn’t just get me stuck in human form. It actually made me human.

Case in point: sweat glands. Clawdites don’t have them. Humans do.

On a related note: how do you all deal with being so wet all the time? I know it’s how you thermoregulate, but it feels so gross. I feel like I need to be carrying around a towel…

[ It’s one of many, many complaints Zam has about her new human physiology, but in the interest of not offending her majority-human fellow islanders, she’ll keep them to herself. For now. ]

Anyone else get their species swapped upon waking up here? And more importantly: what are the chances we'll be able to be turned back?

cactusy

Had a fun conversation with one of our neighbors. They're good trackers, so anyone camping out in the jungle, watch yourselves.

Probably don't tell me exactly where base camp is over this, but would you say you guys are closer to the sand or closer to the mountains?

timaeus

[This text post comes after a few hours of radio silence following Dirk's first messages.]

Surprise, I survived.
"I told you so" etc etc.
Turns out the locals are pretty chill, all things considered.
I've learned their language and they have accepted me as one of their own.
By which I mean I'm cooling my heels in one of their longhouses for the rest of the night after they explained their whole Lost-adjacent dogma to me.
And I learned some shit you folks will probably be interested to hear about, judging by the fat wad of nothing y'all were able to tell me.
Key takeaways:
One, this particular group of natives speaks Morse code.
Tongue clicks for dots and hums for dashes.
Might wanna brush up on it if you don't feel like getting speared should you have a run-in with them.
And two, the people responsible for whatever this is are somewhere to the southeast, presumably on another island.

littlemissfutility

Hello?

[ The voice is whispery right now, but it still sounds young and female. Enough talk, and some of the vowels might sound just a touch southern. ]

Is there anybody out there? Dawn? Is Dawn here?

[ A pause. ]

If someone's out there, I need help. And if whoever's out there doesn't wanna help - I'm armed.

lonelynotforsaken

[ LO431Y | TEXT | 008 ]

[The messages come slowly over the course of a few minutes as Martin types things out.]

Hey, Randvi and K!
Hope you're doing all right.
Wanted to let you know about a couple of things.
I told K earlier, but just so you know, Randvi, there are very, very large bears in the jungle.
The one we encountered was 10-feet tall, at least.
Maybe K can show you how tall that is?
I'm not sure what measurements they use in your time.
But it's really, really tall.
Thankfully, we didn't fight the bear, and it just went after the food we had.
Probably want to keep any food stores secured away from you.

And then we also encountered a dinosaur today.
Like a raptor-style dinosaur.
I'm not sure how best to describe this for you, Randvi.
Sort of like a dragon?
It's a really, really big and dangerous lizard with feathers that walks on two legs and has very sharp claws on its hands.
It had to be 9 or 10-feet tall.

We're trying to get out of the jungle, heading into the foothills.
Just slow-going with Jet and Kk's injuries and me still getting dizzy.

Ben is alive again.
He's the man who Detective Cohle posted about dying.
I told him he should probably head down to your camp for safety.
But I wanted to give you a warning.
I'm a little bit concerned about him.
He's not in a great mental place, I don't think, especially after dying, and he has a gun.
That's a weapon that's sort of like a slingshot, but it uses metal instead of stones and there's a mechanism that does all the hard work of swinging for you.
Just keep an eye on him.
And maybe don't leave him alone with Senku for too long.

aluminumandash

[ Rust's voice comes over the walkie, urgent and forceful. ] Anyone in the area between the concrete structures where Martin and me were held—that's the foothills with, ah, a river to the south and the jungle ten hours to the west of the northeast coast, check in right the fuck now.

[ He thinks to type the rest out—some semblance of a record, something for people to refer back to for the while it's around—but five minutes punching little keys and he can't take it anymore. So his voice returns, matter-of-fact. ]

Officer de Guzman's dead. [ If anyone was hoping for a eulogy, it's not fucking happening. ] Took an arrow to the shoulder then was executed, from the sound of it, likely with his own firearm. He was in the region I just described, about a kilometer away from a wood cabin with no defenses or occupants he could discern. Guessing he walked into some kind of a trap. [ He concludes, irritation seeping into his voice. ]

Much as I hate to state the obvious, circumstances compel me to say: do not seek out the cabin. Hell, I'll say it twice: do not seek out the fucking cabin. You find yourself in an area suspiciously quiet and bereft of animal activity, turn around and go back the way you came.

The individual who killed him had a message for us. It follows.

[ After a short delay: ] The next animal I find here will die a much slower death. Tell your friends for me.

OOC: Replies subject to even more robust threadjacking than usual from Lalo!

doomcame

[Taissa has woken up in a new place much farther than ever before. It's too warm, even for night. The tropical trees growing just inland of the beach only confirm that this is considerably south of New Jersey. Her clothes are soaked through and she doesn't remember being in the water. Was there a shipwreck? There must be other boats nearby. The coast guard, or somebody, should be out there.

She picks up the only thing outside of herself that she has found on the sand so far. It looks like some sort of emergency radio. She listens to only a snippet of a message before calling out herself, but it sounds enough like military jargon to give her hope of timely rescue. She attempts to sound calm through her shock and confusion. Loud and clear.]

Hello? Who am I speaking to? This is Senator Taissa Turner. I seem to be lost and in need of assistance.

[Also in need of a quick transceiver tutorial, clearly.]

2199

[American, vaguely East Coast, female, an adult voice with a harsh cadence; she speaks in the dull tone of someone accustomed to terse military communication.]

This is Sierra-Sierra-Five-Seven-Two-Sierra, requesting Libra. I say again: Sierra-Sierra-Five-Seven-Two-Sierra, requesting Libra. Requesting November-Sierra-Charlie. Requesting... Requesting unknown station.

Possible India-Foxtrot-Tango bleed. Proceed with caution. Do not interact with any nonhuman organic life. I say again: do not interact with any nonhuman organic life, under any circumstance. This priority overrides all other orders. Authentication: Deep Waters.

Report... Report. [A long sigh. Something like fatigue creeps in, but it's quickly banished.] Reporting buildings on the horizon. Will attempt reconnaissance.

Please hail if assist is needed. Location unknown, but... well, if I can hear you on this thing, I should be able to get to you.

Sierra-Sierra-Five-Seven-Two-Sierra, over.

sharktrash

Heeey scumbags!

[ As usual, the scratchy voice coming out of the comms is just too loud for comfort, and will probably prompt anyone listening to turn their volume down. As usual, he sounds a little too cheerful for their dire circumstances. ]

Anyone else getting shot at? Kidnapped? C'mon, I'm about to die from boredom here.

If this was really some kinda simulated Battle Royale you'd think the death matches would have started by now, right?

But noooooo, it's just some fuckers sneakin' around and dronebombing the place.

Terrible vacation, really. Good fuckin' thing I didn't pay for it or I'd want my money back, yeah?

[ ... ]

Hey.

If you're still listening, congratulations, you might not be a fun-hating twat, so you get to hear my actual message.

Found another airplane, or part of airplane, in the mountain range. This really huge-ass fuselage, got "PacAir" printed on the side.

There might be some luggage in the compartments or salvageable electronics behind the boards, but the whole thing hanging in this really fucked up way and nothing on the inside looks sturdy enough to climb. Maybe if anyone's got some rope, someone could descend from above and check it out that way. Maybe enough people would be able to flip it, but I dunno if it's worth that kinda effort.

And there's also -- check this out -- a volcano. Doesn't look like it's been active for a while, there's a mineral water lake in the middle now, but it's weirdly warm. Don't know shit about that so I can't tell you if it could be heated from the sun or if it's coming from below, but hey, that's something to consider. 'Nd animals have been making their way here, so it's not poisonous. Probably. Smells kinda like sulfur though.

Volcanoes are usually in the middle of islands, right? Might not be the case here, but I'd say it's... in the southern part of the mountains? Can't be sure without a map, but there's more further north.

Guess that's it for now. Ya eggheads might be able to make something from this, right?

Oh but I wasn't fucking kiddin' about this place being boring, so if you've got any fun stories ya wanna share, I'm all ears. Only so much jungle noises one can take instead of a normal conversation, yeah? I'm a people person, you know. Honest.

Anyway! Headed toward some sus shit next, wish me luck.

timaeus

While I did anticipate finding myself in a brave new world upon stepping through that door, this isn't exactly what I was expecting.
Nor is this the company I was expecting to have.
I've been hearing a whole lot of strangers' voices coming out of this ancient piece of shit, and a notable lack of any familiar ones.
I also find myself somehow bereft of a number of items and abilities I should have had, many of which would have been pretty handy in what seems like a deserted island situation.
The rational question to ask here would be "what the fuck".
But just from eavesdropping on a few of y'all's conversations, it doesn't seem like anyone actually has the answer to that question.
So I'll skip the useless panic and confusion and whatnot and instead just ask:
Who was poking me and ran off before I fully woke up?
Fess up.

ichoosefight

( Private to Rust and Martin )

backsassin

[ It’s the dead of night when the broadcasts start—short, choppy bursts initially, static interspersed with the occasional snatches of a woman’s voice against the low susurrus of waves on sand. It’s several long moments before they resolve into an actual message. ]

—anyone there? Please, anyone—I don’t care who you are, just say something!

[ There’s a clear edge of desperation in her voice and it’s no wonder; Zam had woken up pressed against a sand dune in the pitch black night, her last memory being of her own untimely murder. She’d thought she was buried at first, then in hell—and then she’d noticed the radio clutched in her one remaining hand. Then came the struggle of trying to figure out what it was and how to operate it one-handed in the dark and—suffice to say, she is experiencing a lot of stress at the moment. ]

Does this thing even work? [ More static as Zam starts blindly pressing buttons in the dark. ] —anyone receiving?

lonelynotforsaken

[ LO431Y | TEXT | 004 ]

alive
free
jet and kk with me
ben cuming w wtr
ty evry1
when btr ill find spot 4 base
wtr n food
have 4 ne1 who needs
mayb a few
will work on it
not simulation

[Just to be clear for... someone. The fact Shaw was murdered and came back is cementing in his mind that this may be some pseudo or hybrid fear domain, though.]

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