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[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!

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. ))

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!

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

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?

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.

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.

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.]

salamanca

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.

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