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One more thing. I'm sure I'm the last person anyone wants to hear from right now. But this might be important. Spoke to Sol. Trying to get help for Martin. He (?) said that it's a bad idea to tell us too much. Said it caused problems "last time."

hyakuoku

[ Senku posts this at nightfall. ]

It's pretty clear from the talk of drones and communication ability that we're not living in primitive times or the dark ages on this island. Or if we are, we're forced into it.

Randvi and I made a pretty exciting find, though. The village she was talking about looks to be some kind of resort area. There's a hotel, or maybe apartments. Hard to tell since it's all burned out. I'm thinking hotel, though, since there's a restaurant and pool area. It's all messed up and shitty now, but I bet it was nice when it was up and running. How long ago that was…I'm not sure yet.

There's an airstrip and some hangars northwest of here. Found a sign in English that said "Warning: Restricted Area." It had another language, southeast Asian. Tagalog? Indonesian? I'm not entirely sure, but it's not a language I speak. I assume it said the same thing, considering the sign. For some reason, the writing wasn't translated automatically the way the words we say to each other or write on the devices seem to be. Interesting, right?

Here's another weird thing. I could see that there were some plugs in the floor. Simplified, but still...I ten billion percent guarantee that some kind of tech plugged in there before. But I couldn't find even one scrap of wiring anywhere. We could probably get the floor up and investigate if we had tools, but I don't currently have anything like that, and I don't have the brute strength or reverse engineering ability to do it.

One of the little house things here has solar panels. I think there's power to it, but we couldn't actually get in. I'll work on it. Those little houses had the plugs I was talking about, too.

So this kind of luxury resort space…what the hell happened here? I didn't find any corpses or blood or what have you. Some old tinned food and an empty beer bottle.

[ It sounds like he's done, but after a moment, he adds: ]

Oh. One more thing. Any of you guys aware of an animal that could chew a shark into pieces? Yesterday on the beach I found a shark fin with tooth marks in it. Whatever ate a shark, I don't wanna meet.

salamanca

[ There's a click and static of the walkie turning on, and then... nothing. Just breathing. Each breath is slow, heavy, and labored, like the person on the other end is gearing up to say something, but it's too hard. The walkie clicks off.

Then back on again. One more deep breath. The voice on the other end is quiet, soft, ashamed. Lalo is trying to seem less hysterical than he was trying to come off when he first messaged Jet, but still sad and forlorn. Who knows if he's actually accomplishing that goal, but that's what he's going for, anyway. ]

Hello, everyone. This is Ben.

[ The voice on the other end is slightly warm, but low and sad; very very faint Mexican accent, if you're familiar with what a Mexican accent sounds like, barely there unless you really listen for it. ]

I have a confession to make. I —

[ Another pause. ]

I let two of you down last night. I'd like to promise that it won't happen again, but I can't. The thing is — the last thing I remember before I woke up here, some perp attacked me with an electrical cattle prod. Last night, I encountered one of the drones, and when I saw it coming at me, crackling with electricity, I — I — I — it was like I couldn't think straight. My whole world collapsed. I was able to keep it together for a little bit, but it was like that sense of helplessness, those awful feelings came rushing back.

I'll never forgive myself. I'm not asking any of you for sympathy. Or for forgiveness. I say this only because I believe it's only fair that all of you know this before trusting me with anything again.

Thank God for Jet. If anyone is wanting to know about Martin, Jet is with him now. In the building with the drones...

He's working to rescue him. We're keeping in touch.

Kokichi is with Jet too. Kokichi, I am sorry I failed you. I will never forgive myself.

[ There's yet another brief pause. ]

Please be careful, everyone. Stay safe.

hyakuoku

Did one of you write an SOS in the sand after waking up here? Just curious, because if not, that gives me other questions to answer.

aluminumandash

[ After dropping out of radio contact at the beginning of night two, Rust's voice comes crackling over the channel almost a full day later. ] Alright, I'm gonna make this quick. [ True to his word, he's speaking at a more rapid clip than usual, some of his words running together. He sounds focused, but without the intensity that tends to accompany it—he's running down a list. ]

Drones—least five altogether, though they go out in shifts—are patrolling the beach to the northeast. Jungle too, but they're more of a threat out in the open. Assume if you can hear that unauthorized transport announcement you're at risk. You hear a mechanical hum, you find cover and you stay still.

You don't know what a drone is, picture a worker bee without the queen. Or a cattle prod untethered from human conscience. They're metal, airborne, and, once they catch sight of you, very fucking fast. If they grab you, they'll electrocute you, drug you, and toss you in a tiny cell.

Animals don't like 'em either, and out here, if the animals don't like it, you don't like it.

Questions. Anyone here with medical knowledge or supplies? Anyone who knows about planes? I'll take practical or theoretical.

[ Threadjack away! Sorry this is like 3 infoposts in one! ]

cactusy

[There's the sound of footsteps on sand; she's walking as she talks, heading away from the beach and up towards the scrubby jungle.]

So I got got by what I think was a crossbow bolt. Kinda hard to tell for sure; it all came at me pretty fast. Got an arrow to the leg not long before that, but the one that came for my head seemed bigger in the point-two seconds of reaction time I had before it hit. And it did hit. Should've been difficult-to-impossible to survive, but here I am. Which tells me some things.

[She relays the news of her almost-certain death matter-of-factly, in the same flat-ish tone as her previous radio contributions. If anything, she sounds a little more upbeat here: it's not by much, but having (what she thinks are) answers is a relief. At least now she (thinks she!!) knows what she's dealing with.]

Look, guys; this isn't real. Fifty-fifty odds whether you're a part of it or not - maybe you're all artificial constructs and I'm the only real sentient person here, or maybe we're all hooked up to machines in a lab and we've been tossed into this simulated... thing together. Gonna be nice and assume the latter, for now. Point is, signs have been pointing to this for a while, and this proves it. But this is good news, kind of. It means that whatever happens here doesn't really matter. We die, we screw up, we do something our monitor overlord doesn't like - we just reset. I fired off three bullets, and they're back now, because the gun and the bullets are just lines of computer code that can be rewritten in whatever way the people running this want.

Priority number one shouldn't be escaping the island or long-term survival or whatever. It should be figuring out how to get out of the simulation. Then the party can really get started.

cactusy

[For those who can see this message, congratulations, Shaw has seen your network activity and decided that your call sign is worth making a note of. She has a little mnemonic for your first three digits and everything!]

Heard from LO4 - Martin Blackwood. He talked to a guy over his walkie who's been here longer than us, but has access to a different radio network and is "forbidden" from contacting ours. The intel I got was kinda sketchy, but, uh-- actually, lemme just read it. "SU818C. Name Sol. On island before us. Can't talk much. Forbidden. Will stay in contact with Sol if alive tomorrow. Wants to help. On different network, but some access to us. Called something 'guardians'. Drones in Scripture, maybe. Cult, maybe. Power not supposed to be on".

[She pauses, clearing her throat.]

He had some kind of aversion to talking about it in full public view, so I'm not doing that, but LO4 said I could pass it on privately. Personally, I think it's pretty damn likely we're being monitored across private and public feeds, but this Sol could know something we don't, I guess.

Any of you got any clue what to do with this?

meadqueen

I’m southwest of the mountains, near the shore. There's an abandoned village here.

A central square, strangely paved, surrounded by several metal longhouses and an odd tower at one end. It's been abandoned for quite some time.

cactusy

Found a stick that was whittled down to a point at one end. Any of you want to cop to making this and then leaving it behind, or should I assume it was made by some other group of kidnapping victims who passed through here at some point?

Volume's off, btw. Text or bust.

[She's hiding from a drone right now and is not looking to risk noise detection.]

salamanca

Hello, everyone! So, I'm no wildlife expert, but I thought you all might want to know: Looks like the kid and I just found a whole lot of birds that shouldn't normally live together. Some of them aren't even from the same hemisphere. [ Some, he's never seen before. ]

Usually, you only see so many different species together like that when people brought some of them. Or all of them.

[ This image taken seconds before disaster. ]

lonelynotforsaken

[ LO431Y | VOICE | 001 ]

[Martin's day isn't going well. And he's shouting as loudly as Squalo had been on the first communication. He's also very clearly running.]

May day! May day may day may day! Oh, god! Oh, god! May day! There's- Drone. Electricity spikes. Oh, god! East jungle. Close to shore!

[His responses to things may be delayed depending on whether or not he can escape the thing.]

aluminumandash

[ RE419S | TEXT | 001 ]

[ After the message (warning?) has blared two successive times, Rust waits about an hour and sends: ] Progress on locating unauthorized transport?

[ OOC: Threadjack to your heart's content! ]

trialbyliar

[ HO125E | TEXT | 001 ]

hey hey heyyy
everyone shut up for a minute, i wanna figure out something *actually* useful!!
can everyone else see those mountains waaaaaaay off in the distance? or i guess maybe they're closer for you guys ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
whatever
if you can see them then try facing them and tell me where the sun is in relation to you
it seems like morning right now so we can probably assume that direction is east!
unless we're on some kind of alien planet lol
and i guess this can double as a roll call
jeeeez i have to do everything around here!!

sharktrash

[ SH442K | VOICE | 001 ]

Heeey! Anybody on this thing?! Hello?

[ There's a faint, static-y background noise; whoever is talking must be walking by the seashore, although his painfully loud voice drowns it out no problem. ]

Whose moronic idea of a joke is this, huh? You think you can just fuckin' kidnap me and-- what's the plan here, exactly? You gonna bore me to death with the shittiest cruise on il Mediterraneo?! At least have a goddamn drink stand, for fuck's sake -- who's in charge here? I wanna speak to your idiot manager, asshole, rapidamente, yeah I'm talking to you, the hell are you still playing this game for?! Just you fuckin' wait, I'm gonna find you and-- Oi, is this thing on? Hey! Hey--

[ The yelling will probably continue until someone deigns to respond. ]

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