Longest Night: Net

Game Closure

Tue, 17 Dec 2024 04:29:59 GMT

Posted by: nightmods

The game is now closed.

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❅ SHITTY LITTLE TOWN ❅ NETWORK POST ANON COMM

Sun, 06 Oct 2024 01:10:51 GMT

Posted by: shittylittlenpcs

[OOC: Skye has taken it upon herself to facilitate a discussion forum online.

All accounts highly anonymized and access granted only by a password; details are being spread by word of mouth, friend to friend, always with the warning that just because the accounts are anonymous doesn’t mean that Goluboy or his people can't try to sleuth people’s identities from context clues.

Skye sets a time for when the discussion forum will go live, and at midnight that evening, a website goes live with a simple comment post function and a message that all data will be deleted within 24 hours.

This is both a networking post for participants in the Shitty Little Town plot to compare information, and an in-game Anon Meme as NPC townspeople find their way onto the forum, hungry for internet socialization after these dry, dull years of slow shitty half-functioning dialup.]

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Your honor, I'm not a cat

Sun, 23 Jun 2024 05:27:32 GMT

Posted by: fuckmimics

[The person that shows up on screen clearly looks frustrated with the technology. Were it something purely mechanical, he'd be fine. He's good with mechanical things, his entire job is figuring out mechanisms and disarming them. But unfortunately, that doesn't exactly prepare him for the concept of navigating menus.]

[The yeti that gave him the comm and explained what it was, reaches over to help him, automatically trying to take it out of his hands to show him, like he's a child, and Chilchuck slaps her hand away on reflex, clearly annoyed she'd just go right in for the grab.]

I've got it! You explained the basics just fine!

[The yeti walks away grumbling something about ipad kids to her dog daemon and for all intents and purposes, it'd be easy to think Chilchuck was one. While his voice is a little deeper than someone would expect of a person his size, he's only 3'7," has a positively cherubic face, and the other yeti that helped him change in the infirmary put him in Minecraft pajamas. He has no idea of the context of the design, just that it's some weird abstract image of a monster.]

[(He doesn't know it, but he only just barely escaped the indignity of footie pajamas.)]

[Finally, Chilchuck figures out the comm. Mostly.]

[He accidentally puts a cat ear filter on himself, but mostly figures it out. When he sees the picture-in-picture of himself, it makes him instantly reach to see if he just triggered some kind of spell that grew actual cat ears, but finding none, he mutters to himself:]

Just a stupid illusion. [He rolls his eyes.]

Okay, I've been told that if I talk at this weird device other people here can talk back and give me answers.

He gets up and points it at the Pole at large and the obviously magical globe.]

My questions: What?! [He gestures at the general vicinity.] Where?!

[He gestures to himself.] Why?!

[Then, lips pressed together, extra annoyed, he gestures emphatically at a stoat sitting on a nearby table. The next question is the most strangled:]

How?!!

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We got 99 problems (but Chaval aint one) -- Post-Quebec

Sat, 22 Jun 2024 21:18:43 GMT

Posted by: fromfryingpantofire

[Sam had literally only just gotten back to the Pole when more things happened. Which is why, when the comm comes up, there's a large red-tailed hawk on the back of the chair behind him. The hawk turns her head, rearranging Sam's hair slightly.]

[Those that have met Eileen will probably know that it's a nervous gesture.]

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Miguel beat me at rock, paper, scissors.

[And, really, it was probably going to be one of them that brought it.]

Dan, Miguel, and I went on a mission to Quebec. Chasing rumors of a demonic horse that was kidnapping kids. Supposedly to eat them, but it never got that far.

It's dealt with, now, but not before leaving a disturbing message.

[The comm switches over to a video, obviously taken of the creature's last moments, though he does cut off the end where it melts away.]

I also got Dan to translate, to the best of what I could pronounce, of what it had said before I thought to record it.

[The hawk's preening gets a little more aggressive for a moment as Sam starts flipping through the pages of his ever present notebook and starts reading.]

"You all should run. I'm the nicest thing that crossed through the cracks. They're coming." [A pause, glancing over the next bit.] "Too many cracks. Everything falling apart. Universes like...big ships on the ocean...crash together. Kuk enlists what comes over. He's recruiting the smartest ones. Smarter than me."

[Another pause, then a light bat at the hawk as she catches his ear. Which turns into petting her chest feathers for a moment before continuing.]

This last bit was in the recording, but I'll repeat Dan's translation for those of us who, like me, aren't Francophones. "Those coming through. You've already fought them in the Wilderlands. It's possible they'll remember you. Memory...funny thing, that. And they're not the only ones crossing."

[He sits back, picking up a pen to toy with it.]

We knew a bit of this. I think, though, that we didn't know the scope of it before now. I know some of you were in the Wilderlands. What sorts of things did you have to deal with?

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video

Tue, 18 Jun 2024 06:38:37 GMT

Posted by: start_again

[Siffrin has not been in a good place mentally since arriving here, but honestly the sudden manifestation of the daemons has helped. He doesn't get what's going on with all that whatsoever, but it's a connection to something and physical contact that feels instinctual for once. It's soothing, grounding. He's okay.

So he's doing better enough to try out the network thing. Logically, if his family is here somewhere and everyone is given one of these fancy Crafted watches, then they'd see it if he posts something. It's worth a try. And it's embarrassing just thinking about broadcasting his yearning for his people to all these strangers, but luckily he knows just how to get their attention without just outright begging to hear from them.

He's still wearing his cloak even indoors, and a little albino flying squirrel is tucked inside the collar of it, curled against his neck and peeking out curiously at the watch as he speaks.]

Do we have to feed these little guys? I don't really know much about squirrels but I figured someone else might know more.

[They pause for a beat, a hint of a smirk creeping its way onto their face. It's a little fragile, but it's there.]

Is there a nut-tritionist here, maybe?

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DUST TO DUST ❅ EVENT

Mon, 17 Jun 2024 22:39:19 GMT

Posted by: letskicksomeice

We're gonna fix this!

[That's the first thing Jack says when he's on the screen. Behind him a fox is jumping around with a playful energy. One might think he'd have an Arctic Fox, but no, instead his daemon is a a red fox, an animal he'd seen in his youth, peeking out between the trees he used to play in with his sister, outside the colony.]

So, uh, apparently, they're our souls, now on the outside. Vasilisa thinks one of the artifacts we brought in from Project Prometheus is responsible. We used a few methods to check if they were cursed or dangerous and I guess technically since this isn't hurting us, it didn't read as dangerous.

[Behind him, there's a crash, and angry yeti noises, as the fox drags a tablecloth off a table, knocking toys to the floor. She laughs. Jack winces.]

We're going. To fix it.

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Post-Mission Debrief [let's set this icly before TDM?]

Sun, 26 May 2024 04:45:48 GMT

Posted by: letskicksomeice

[When Jack appears on screen he's less haunted than he'd been last time. Less angry. Tired. But less tired too. He's sitting on a table, leaning on his staff.]

Okay, so, we've...taken care of the people we needed to. Had some time to sort through everything.

I promised Mother Earth and Mother Nature we'd try to fight this. I know it means a fight against two fronts - three if Pitch Black keeps being a problem and he usually does.

But we can't let that kind of suffering keep happening. [His hands tighten around his staff.] And with Kuk also kidnapping myths, we won't know how many he's taken. How much his power is growing by feeding off of their Belief. Whether any allies we lose or have lost might be ones we can rescue more easily than we can spring them from Kuk's prison.

Whether we... [His voice goes a little raspy.] Whether we need to let other myths know we finally have answers about who they lost, because they deserve to know.

So we need to be proactive. And we need to be more proactive about Kuk, too.

[He breathes in and breathes out.] I don't know how to do that and I think I need to cop up to that. I can be a guide to this world and pick some directions sometimes but I need your help figuring this out. I don't even fully understand all the computer...stuff we just got from the last fight.

[A pause.]

The only time I ever use a computer is to play Fortnite. Jamie taught me how.

So what do we know? What did we recover from that base that can help, now that we've had time to look it over? And what can we do with what we have against Prometheus?

And what can I give you, what things do you want to ask about Kuk to try to jog something loose from my brain to figure out what I might've missed? And what we can do with it?

[A pause.]

And any new myths, if you haven't gotten all the answers you need about this situation and what we've faced so far, please feel free to ask about that, too. I know this is a lot and you came in at a terrible time. I'm usually able to go more in depth than the basics.

Me and the others can answer your questions. I'm sure you have a few.

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[Video] A Word From Whoever This Is?

Sat, 04 May 2024 02:44:38 GMT

Posted by: kemonookami

A day after the Prometheus invasion was over, there came a video, and a probably unfamiliar face appears on the feed.

"Ah, so it's working. Okay, Gabumon speaking."

Who the hell is Gabumon. Apparently he realizes that the name won't ring a well despite the similarity to the name of one of the monstrous myths residing at the North Pole, so he tries to explain:

"It's still me, until now I had shown myself as Garurumon. Same difference, don't think too hard about it, call me whatever you think is right. I'm just going to hang around like this while I rest. That whole thing with Prometheus, it really was a lot of effort all of a sudden! So if you see me around don't worry, yeah?"

That and he waves a badly-bandaged paw, the same one the Fury he had to subdue scratched to hell and back. First time he tries to bandage himself, really. The voice is similar enough to Garurumon's, just higher-pitched, and the pelt the creature has definitely looks similar to Garurumon's fur.

"I took a few random things from the dorms to make myself a nest in some corner, so don't be too alarmed if anything went missing, I just borrowed it. Blankets, some stray sweater or two, whatever I found. Sorry not sorry about that, because you know what?"

He shivers visibly for a moment.

"I dunno how the hell you bunch manage to stay toasty! Give me a break so I don't freeze to death, alright?! I'll give the stuff back someday!"

...to be fair, this is his own fault for turning from a wolf creature who is well-suited for the cold, into a reptile lifeform that definitely isn't meant for extremely cold climates, even though the interior of the workshop is nice and warm. The changes in temperature will take a while to adjust, it'll be fine.

But yes, at least Gabumon had a moment of consideration to inform, instead of just huddling somewhere. He's sure that'll count for something.

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Ice Dust

Sun, 28 Apr 2024 05:01:23 GMT

Posted by: letskicksomeice

[cw: mild gore, death.]

Okay, guys, I think we're almost done here. Everyone's reported in that all the cell blocks are just about cleared. I'm checking one of the last sections.

[He flits towards one of the secure doors, casually tapping his staff against the security panel housing the ID reader and lock, freezing it until it fritzes out. He pushes through the doors and lands, anticipating that he might have to duck low behind something for cover.]

We've already overstayed our welcome and we shouldn't risk them bringing in backup from outside, so start snowglobing to the Po -

[What he sees on the other side of the door makes him freeze and stagger back as if shot to the chest. Most of the science labs had been emptied in the ruckus; the myths within were quickly dragged back to their cells. But with the base overrun, it looks like this lab was one of the ones quickly abandoned, without the scientists cleaning up after themselves.]

[It is a macabre tableau. On one giant examination table there is a vivisected unicorn, clearly dead, rainbow blood flowing over the sides of the table. It is an ugly sight, something so pure and beautiful, its white coat glossy like pearl, paired with such brutality.]

[But that's not what gives Jack pause and makes it look like he's been punched in the heart. What gives him pause is the other myth, strapped to a table, lots of painful-looking devices and tubes attached to her. The nymph is still an otherworldly beauty. Her skin is still a brilliant mix of blue and green and gray like the ocean meeting a stormy sky. Her face is delicate and her hair is a curly tangle of flowing vines. When she opens her eyes they look like blue marble, blended with cloudy white.]

[But she is dried out, skin cracking like tree bark in places, the leaves and flowers in her viney hair wilted and brown.]

[She is not meant to be dried out. Her skin is meant to glisten like it is perpetually sprinkled with drizzle. Every one of her movements is meant to scatter droplets over the woods like morning dew. She was one of the ones to bring gentle storms to the slopes of Mount Nysa, after all.]

[Seeing slight movement, Jack flies forward, placing his staff against the side of the bed. He starts pulling devices and straps off of her, careful to not yank anything that looks like it'll hurt if he pulls suddenly.]

Aesyle, Aesyle, it's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

["Jack Frost," she breathes it out in a relieved sigh. "I should have known the Guardians would come. We - we lost hope, many of us. That we would be found. But...but I am found." The relief and peace she feels at this flows from her expression and water pours from her eyes an unnatural flow, like exuding water is in her very nature.]

[Some of the devices give him trouble and has to dismantle them carefully, freezing components that need to be weakened and broken.]

You are. I found you. Are your sisters here?

["My sisters were here," she says, eyes closed. "But they walk with our brother Hyas now."]

[Agony falls over Jack's face. Devastation. In the space of a sentence, he has lost fifteen friends at once. His eyes temporarily squeeze shut but the tears stream out anyway, freezing on his cheeks in a fine smattering of ice dust.]

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry we didn't get here sooner.

[He manages to fight past it and gets the last device undone. He quickly has a globe out, and whips out a portal to the Pole, all business despite the heartbreak. He hefts her up, staff grasped awkwardly in one hand.]

I've got you, though. [His voice cracks.] I'm taking you to the Pole, we can call Epione and her daughters -

[She suddenly reaches a hand up to his face holding it gently but tightly, commanding his attention. He stops flying, knowing, knowing with a sinking feeling, that it's too late. Knowing that she needs to be seen right now. She wanted to be found and she is; he can give her that at least, more of being found. He kneels with her on the floor as if the weight of her and what's about to happen are suddenly dragging him down.]

["You always made our rain so beautiful, turning it into snow, spreading your frost over the trees of Mt. Nysa." She locks eyes, expression filled with long-held longing, unspoken. "I wish...I wish we could've danced one last time, but my sisters...Hyas..." Her eyes gently drift shut. "Hyas waits for me."]

[He hand drops in a last caress, she breathes out a last breath that sounds like a breeze through the trees and finally fades from the world, her body suddenly melting into a gentle flow of water that passes uselessly through Jack's violently shaking hands. His body is so cold that some of it freezes there in a glaze over his fingers and palms. He holds his hands to his chin, bunched up, as if the touch of her essence there will somehow be taken inside himself, preserved.]

[Where his knees touch the puddle frost spreads out on the floor and there could be uglier things left in her place but at the very least the frost lines are beautiful, spiraling outward in an elegant pattern, vaguely shaped like a humanoid form, with spiraling lines where the vines of her hair had been. This brief memorial is ephemeral. It will be gone soon, melted and evaporated into the air. But for now, the place of her death is marked with something that's at least a fraction of how beautiful she'd been in life.]

[The tears on Jack's face will be there for longer, frozen in streaks. Shaking uncontrollably, his watery expression changes from agony to one of barely contained rage. The wind picks up in the room and ice starts to crystallize on every surface.]

[His voice is as hollow as an empty tomb when he finally speaks to the team.]

Get the last of the myths out and get to the Pole. [The myths, not the staff of the Project, but they've already had plenty of time to run. Anyone left - anyone being sent in to try to retake the facility - has made a very serious mistake in not getting out while they could.] Tell me when you're done.

[The plan had just been to run after everyone was out. Jack could never be described as "prudent" in the past, but that was when he didn't have a whole team he was trying to keep alive while in deeply over his head. Many of them were powerful, but blowing that huge a facility on their own would've been a stretch and while there were some hefty power sources within in it, none of them were fully centralized, and some were on closed circuits. No easy way to just hack a bunch of power cells to overload.]

[But...the plan has now changed. Circumstances have changed. The wind briefly shrieks like its being murdered, and the doors Jack flew in through slam off their hinges so hard they embed themselves into the opposite wall.]

[The steel wall.]

[Around him, the metal hallway walls start to frost over, groan, and then crack. The irises of his eyes seem paler and almost lit from within.]

I'm bringing this entire place down.

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Help them, Guardi-Wan Kenobis...

Wed, 13 Mar 2024 22:11:41 GMT

Posted by: furtitude

[Their network at the Pole just got haxxed, but to be fair, the magical network has been augmented for security by the Starfleeters to magically run on subspace and one of Little Cato's cellmates knows how to access that. Combined with Cato's 29th century hacking skills, it was piece of cake. Still, without McCoy, it would've cost Cato a lot more time - time they don't have when some of the components they stole won't last long.]

Is anyone there?

[The boy - and it's clear from his voice he is just a young teenage boy - on screen looks worse for wear, fur unkempt, clothes grimy, and scratched up and stained with dried blood in places. The two men with him aren't looking any better. They're all leaning over the comm with extreme interest. The lights above are harsh and impersonal the walls around them are clearly metallic and devoid of any decoration.]

[It's obviously a cell, with a massive, heavily armored door. The walls and door are scratched up in a way that suggest this cell has held many that tried to claw their way free.]

I don't know if you're like us, if you were from some other world and wound up on this one, and heard that voice talking about saving kids. But I'm Little Cato and this is Hellboy and Dr. McCoy. Right after we showed up here from our universes, some humans captured us. We're in some kind of secret facility. Other people that call themselves "myths" are imprisoned here and explained what they were. The humans think we're the same thing, I guess. They think we're dangerous, they're studying us.

They keep us locked up and run tests and scans on "myths." [A pause.] Or...worse. We haven't been tortured yet but it's only a matter of time. We hear screams sometimes.

We managed to steal some components and slap together this device to hack into stuff. We don't have long before the long-range transmitter burns out. Dr. McCoy recognized some parts of your broadcasting signals, though. He said it's from something called Starfleet? The organization he's in? If someone out there is from that, you need to know they've got one of your guys.

Please...

[There's a reason he decided to take point instead of having one of the others speak: Look at those big, cat eyes, shining with tears. Look at the miserable soppy preciousness. It's giving Miette energy. It's giving starving Victorian child. It's giving sad wet kitten in snow.]

[...It's also him completely hamming it up and putting on a sad kitten act because he knows someone fluffy, small, and cute, sounding super young and sad, might hit some people's guilt trip buttons, people that might be more hesitant to help otherwise. It's very convincing, too; how can you say no to those eyes? Even the small handful that knew an alternate version of Little Cato from an alternate Earth in an alternate dimensional adventure might just assume he's just that traumatized.]

Please, if you're not bad guys, if you're willing to help us, we need help, like, fast. Everyone here does.

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Sat, 09 Mar 2024 00:46:28 GMT

Posted by: mostdangerousbird

Sometimes I miss Gotham.

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[Video] Local Supervillain Introduces Herself (Valentine's Day)

Fri, 23 Feb 2024 04:48:11 GMT

Posted by: arthropoda

It's sudden. Near the end of the day, the comms turn on, and an unfamiliar face appears in it. Or, more precisely, an unfamiliar mask. There's a sinister-looking insectoid mask, with bright yellow eyes, curly hair cascading from the head. The setting is a foggy forest, insects flitting around. This villain is sitting on the forest ground, staring straight at the camera, her body twitching with what seems to be discomfort.

"I want your attention for a few minutes."

Her voice is clear, without distortion other than what's expected from the fact she's wearing a mask. A few people might feel a certain sense of familiarity, although probably without being able to put their finger on it.

"I'm Skitter. That won't mean anything to any of you, and you should consider yourselves lucky it doesn't. Were this my world, you'd have heard of me -- one of the Undersiders, the warlords currently ruling over Brockton Bay's criminal underworld. Dozens of minions under our employment, and a grip tight enough there's no room for debate about who's in charge."

It's all very matter-of-fact, and the more she talks, the less uncomfortable she seems. The burning need to tell the truths and confess is lessening, although it's not gone. Which is why she takes off her mask, revealing Taylor Hebert, that fifteen year old gal who arrived during Christmas.

"This is me. I didn't want to reveal myself like this to any of you, but I think we all know what's been happening today. That and also it's a strategic decision -- I can't go hiding around and using my powers over insects effectively if I have to worry about not getting caught. Better to be straightforward so I can just go around with my costume without alarming anyone."

Taylor sighs.

"I don't intend to be a threat. I know, I'm a villain, and a bad one. No need to tell me that. But I don't want Kuk to win, just like all of you don't want that either. I don't want my world or any other world to be destroyed, and it isn't because of that whole bullshit about, you know..." she makes a vague gesture with a hand. "...if the world is destroyed there won't be anything to rule over. I just want to do what's right."

The burning she has been feeling for a while is finally almost gone. Taylor makes sure her glasses are well placed, and addresses everyone.

"If there's any questions or concerns I'll try to answer, just...don't try to find me. I left to go to a forest far away. It's caution, nothing against you all."

Because who knows how people would react right away. Better to keep her distance for a while, let everything settle in before coming back to the North Pole.

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[VIDEO] Lies and Slander [backdated to early Jan]

Fri, 26 Jan 2024 04:18:21 GMT

Posted by: favoritefearlesshero

[Puss has the camera on a tripod. All the better to pace and gesture angrily on a table.]

Hola, Puss in Boots here, yadda yadda, you all know me, look-

I am not naming any names, and certainly not casting any aspersions on any loyal North Pole staff! Especially not any [cough cough] ELVES [cough] on the premises, but I do need to set the record straight:

At no time did I, me personally, or myself eat any tinsel! Of any length or color! And there was certainly no scooting on the carpet involved! Whatever you may have seen those elves miming, nothing. Happened. Those elves...eh, they just work themselves into these flights of fancies. Ridiculous. Obviously.

Oh, and if the Yetis tell you I knocked over three Christmas trees by trying to climb them, that's also wrong. I was up to five before they reinforced the bases such that they wouldn't topple when was up getting those sparkly gold baubles at the top. Those are the best ones, so shiny, and they fall so pleasingly...

[Giant cat pupils tell you he's off in a daydream. About breaking things.]

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[Video] every song [CW: disordered drinking]

Mon, 25 Dec 2023 21:47:01 GMT

Posted by: rallieshearts

( reminds me you're gone )

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[VIDEO] Business minded

Thu, 21 Dec 2023 11:29:34 GMT

Posted by: 50millions1pint

So, I was thinking...

[Jake swallows a mouthful of apple, then does a gesture to his head that's like "Oh, I almost forgot".]

Jake, by the way. I was in the Wilderlands for a solid three minutes, I am sure we've been missing each other a lot. I was also about to punch the Jersey Devil in the jaw, but then some girl did...Ah, forget it, let's get back on topic.

I was thinking: since this place is very high stakes and we gotta defend it otherwise our own worlds are going to explode or something, if it's got this much power then maybe we can create a whole new world? Fetch some of our loved ones if we need to, [he's thinking about Sherry but he won't say it, of course.] take them there, then nuke the shit out of whatever we came from and make some fat stacks with our tragic backstory. It's fiction, after all.

Any fellow business minded genius wanna join in? 'Cause that's what I'm gonna do.

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Hey, Just Making Sure [Video]

Fri, 15 Dec 2023 04:15:53 GMT

Posted by: kemonookami

At some point, a new communication appears, showing a video of a monster that the majority probably doesn't know at all. Seeing how Garurumon is in the sleigh room and hasn't gone to make a rampage or try to destroy anything, it's easy to guess he's not a hostile force of Kuk -- well, the fact he's got a comm indicates it too, all things considered.

Hes anything but enthusiastic, though. As soon as the video starts, he gives a dismissive wave with a paw.

"Okay, let's get this out of the way. I doubt I'm truly meant to be here, so if any of you knows the ticket to get out of here and back to where I came from so I can get lost, then it'd be great to hear it. Come on, you don't want some Kemonogami getting in the way."

...would he get in the way? Probably not, despite everything he can be cooperative enough as long as it fits his own goals -- and at the end of the day if there's no quick way to get back to his world then he'll be forced to help with this all, defeat Kuk, and use that as his way to return to the Kemonogami world. But hey, you never know, maybe if someone believes he's going to be a hindrance he's going to be metaphorically grabbed by the scuff of his neck and thrown back where he came from!

As if.

So he sighs heavily, knowing the futility of this all.

"Who am I kidding. It's not like all of you were eager to leap into this all, were you? If anyone who wasn't all in into this mess could have gone home it'd have happened already. So guess I'm stuck here.

Just try not to bother me much, I really am not in the mood for nonsense."

In a normal place, saying such a thing perhaps would be enough to deter others. But, unfortunately for him, saying such things doesn't deter anyone. If anything, a lot of people would see that as an invitation.

"So what am I supposed to do now with you all? Introductions? Some kinda oath? Swear fealty to the moon? Just tell me, let's get done with this."

[There's also a prompt-based log over here, if you prefer that or want to do that as well!]

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Let's do this One Last Time [video]

Mon, 11 Dec 2023 19:11:02 GMT

Posted by: ninjavampire

All right, people. I’m going through the archives of this place to convert all the parchment confetti into indexable data sheets.

You can thank me later for saving you all the headache.

[ The vibe of this is an 8 AM Stand-Up Meeting rather than a gathering of guardians. The video's pov is from his lab, which in addition to the completed gigacomputer, was beginning to have half-finished little magitech doohickeys scattered in sparse nooks of free space. The amount of spiderbots seems to have been left at one (1) so far.]

First item: Mission debriefs. If you've fought any dark forces recently and have extra concerning details to share, we should write it down instead of keeping it in our heads.

Second: Current Projects. Anyone who's a friend to reindeer - you ought to talk to Phil and do him a solid for all the holiday prep. For the science nerds lurking around, I’d like to borrow your brains over here.

[ He'd normally have Lyla take care of this, but he's stuck with non-sentient computers. He hates it! ]

Last: Introductions for the new kids. And universe number, if your world has one of those - the chalkboard maps are getting digitized. I'll start.

My name is Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man of Nueva York. No, they aren't vampire fangs. [ tired hand wave, as if recapping for the millionth time. ] I‘ve been mopping up messes in my neck of the multiverse until getting picked for fairy-tale duty with the rest of you.

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SISTAHS!

Sun, 22 Oct 2023 04:49:33 GMT

Posted by: nightmods

[On Halloween, Jack tells everyone to be on the alert. Holidays are often shrouded in Belief and a holiday based on horror is a prime place for Kuk's people to attack. Or for Pitch to try to Nightmare King it up.]

[Sure enough they are contact on the comms by a frantic Jamie. He's hiding in a closet with his five-year-old sister Sophie, who looks annoyed about the ear muffs that have been placed over her ears. Sophie is in a fairy costume and Jamie is dressed like Donatello the ninja turtle from Mutant Mayhem, although his mask is currently off right now.]

No, Soph, you have to keep them on! One of them can cast a spell with singing!

["But I want to go trick or treating!"]

We can't go out, it's not safe!

[He looks back to his comm and starts breathlessly talking at a million miles an hour.]

Jack, Guardians, are you there? You need to come to Burgess right right now! I was hanging out with some kids from school, Carson and his sister Emilie, and we found this weird cottage in the woods just outside of town that was never there before and I tried to get them to leave but they wouldn't listen and they lit up a candle inside? And I recognized the candle and the magic books and everything but I couldn't stop them in time.

And it revived the three witches from Hocus Pocus, I guess the cabin and all their stuff got pulled here? And we all had to run and they grabbed the book but I don't know where they are now because I think they dropped their phones and I went to their house but they weren't home yet and now their parents are freaked out and I'm freaked out and the witches are here in town and in the movie they try to get their book back so they can create a potion that lets them suck the life out of kids.

And one of them can even sing and cast a spell that makes all the kids in town hypnotised to go towards them and also they can sing and cast a spell to make all the adults dance to death at a party?

You guys have to find the book. If they don't get it back they'll die again at sunrise.

And I think I saw other witches flying around too except I don't know where they came from but if they're here I bet they're all working together so you have to come to Burgess right right right now!

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[locked to the current cast of Awoos]

Sun, 08 Oct 2023 05:52:05 GMT

Posted by: credit_not_blame

[Huh, Crowley's a demon? Or an ex-demon, maybe? Well, that's interesting. The sight of him definitely didn't fill Stacia with the nigh-overwhelming Rage she'd felt when she'd encountered demons back in the year following her First Change. And, judging by the fact that no one else had needed to be pinned down at the sight of him, he didn't trigger the Rage in any of the other Garou. Still, she's responsible for them, and that means keeping them from doing stupid shit.]

[So she kicks off a private message thread to the other three:]

I assume no one has somehow managed to hide the results of a murderous Frenzy from me?

I mean, I'm super impressed if you did, but please don't. It's a lot easier to cover our collective butts and make sure we don't get yote into the arctic circle if I know about things.

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Fandom's Come Knocking

Sat, 07 Oct 2023 13:31:00 GMT

Posted by: branchifer

Okay, did you guys know people in this world make stuff of some of us? Apparently the yetis make toys of us on their own if none exist but also imitate ones that do exist if kids want them.

[Branch is hopping along a table of merch that is meant to mimic exactly the merch of him in stores. A lot of it is actually bigger than he is. He shows off the dolls with his tiny little wrist comm. They look even weirder at that perspective.]

Now that I know they're not ritual effigies, the toy thing is kind of funny. Weird, but funny.

Look at this. Look.

[He holds up his comm so the camera picks up some absolutely hideous toys.]

Like, who is this guy? I wouldn't even know who this was if it wasn't labeled with my name. Like, some random guy from the village maybe. I've never dressed like that in my life.

[He points the camera at another.]

This one is the closest to actually looking like me and it still has the random skull symbol hair thing. What's up with that? [A pause as his face comes back in view. It screws up in thought.] ...Okay, actually I don't hate it.

[Because even though he's a much happier person than he once was, he's still slightly an edgelord. Just slightly.]

[He looks upward and similar skull designs suddenly appear in his own hair, thanks to his ability to change its color. Maybe that explains why some of the dolls have black hair and some have blue (if manufacturing inconsistencies aren't to blame).]

[(It's actually not but he's not about to explain the subtleties of troll coloration when it comes to emotional state.)]

Seriously, you should check it out, and see if the yetis made stuff based on you. It's hilarious.

[ooc: If none exists IRL, people can make up imaginary merch, though all merch at the Pole would be for kids or teens. The stuff made purely by the yetis would largely be decent-looking and accurate, uglier stuff would be based on designs existing in the game world because well, that's what the kid pointed at in the store. Googling themselves would produce other merch for other demographics, as well as let people find out about any internet fandom. People can feel free to thread hop a lot because the point of this is probably going to be a lot of pointing and laughing.]

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[text] all apologies

Sun, 03 Sep 2023 10:56:21 GMT

Posted by: branchifer

[cw: mild insinuation of cannibalism wrt to mentioning the Elf chewing on him]

[Several days after his freakout, Branch is trying to figure out how to apologize to everyone. So much that had colored his initial freakout had been filtered through a lens of feelings dragged with him from home. Just a long string of unfortunate coincidences. People spooking him by accident or through a lack of care. Escalation when he needed the opposite. Mistakenly thinking they were forcing a child to fight because said child also feared it (probably for good reason, depending on the situation Lucky came from.)]

[But mostly it's all been his own brain feverishly working against him.]

[It makes him feel a little broken. He likes to think he's worked past a lot of his issues but apparently, without the upbeat attitudes of his people, the tsking of his best friend when he gets too paranoid, and the safety of the bunker being nearby, he's more prone to losing it than he'd have hoped.]

[None of the others back home are like this.]

[But the others also can't always articulate their fear and sadness in the ways he can. Even if he keeps things pretty factual. It's hard for them to talk about negative things; they struggle even with relaying the events that have caused the negativity. Instinctually, he knows the ability to talk through things rather than deny them sometimes benefits him. Sometimes it helps him articulate complex feelings. Or convince the village that something needs to change or be acknowledged.]

[It serves him here. He could be blunt. He could keep things simple. Distant. Cold. Impersonal. Or forcibly overly upbeat. He could just try to gloss it all over.]

[But he's reckoned with the past enough to speak plainly about it, in the way some people do when they've processed a lot of it.]

[He's tucked away in one of his little boltholes as he types something up on the floating screen of the very teeny tiny watch the yetis made him. The little den has some entrances he's already built lockable doors to (just in case the place has mice) that lead to tunnels around the Pole. He's already partly furnished the place with doll furniture and has been working on ripping apart fabrics from the toys to stitches together a warmer wardrobe, using a needlekit he kept stored in his hair.]

[He keeps idly scratching his leg while typing. The myth healing is powerful but between necrotizing poison and walking on an injury so it keeps bleeding, you wind up getting a scar out of it. It doesn't really bother him that much, though. He's used to being the only one in the village with some kind of damage.]

Hey this is Branch. The guy that did all the traps.

(Yeah, I know, not exactly my best moment.)

They're all dismantled now. I handed over a map of the worst ones when they talked me down, and got the last few unsprung ones dismantled when I recovered. I really wrecked my leg running around on it or I'd have tried to make sure they were all cleared out sooner.

I'm sorry for the mess I caused. A long string of stuff twigged me out and tripped off some stuff in my head. Like not even just the monster stuff in that building.

Something important about me that you probably didn't get just from my voice: I'm very small. A little over 7 and a half centimeters, not counting my hair, and I checked, centimeters in this world measure the same amount in mine. So, 1) please watch out underfoot. I'm pretty good at avoiding big people while getting around, but still.

2) More importantly, as was probably obvious...

I have a lot of trouble trusting big people. I won't get too much into it, but the ones back home used to regularly kill my people. They knew we could think and talk and feel and it just didn't matter to them. So maybe it wouldn't have been the most logical thing for the ones here to randomly start trying to kill me but the problem is that kind of horribleness isn't really logical. It's just random and senseless.

One day the Bergens just up and decided, "hey you know what would be a great thing to do and make a whole holiday about doing?" So it gets really easy to think that if it happens again it also might just be random and senseless. Add in that I woke up to one of those stupid Elf kids gnawing on my head because he thought I was a toy and it just set me off.

I'll be the first to admit I can get a little paranoid. And it was worse here since I didn't have a heavily fortified survival bunker to run and hide in like I do back home.

[Boy does that say a lot.]

I'm not trying to make an excuse. I just wanted to explain. I didn't want to hurt anyone and I wasn't doing it to be mean. I didn't know human (and Elf?) kids did weird things like shove toys in their mouths because troll ones don't, so I figured someone gave me to him. I really thought at least someone was trying to kill me, in a way a lot of my people have died.

The good thing is I get that some of the big people here are good people now, which means a lot of the ones I haven't met yet probably are, so I don't think I'll wind up getting into that place again.

Annnnd even if I do, I at least know I don't have to rig the whole place up with traps to avoid dying. Since some of you are alright.

So there's that.

I think that was it. Sorry again.

[At least these people not being his people has one single upside: they don't know that the situation is severe enough to warrant an apology song.]

[He does decide to add one thing and decides to absolutely be a smartass about it because he's a little upset on Lucky's behalf.]

ps is that kid okay? He thought people were going to force him to fight. That's why I tried to bring him with me. I know now that's not the case but if we're all supposed to start trying to guard children and teenagers, we should possibly think like hmmmm "maybe we should make the ones here in the group feel safe first."

Just saying. That one's a little on you guys. And if nobody's done it yet for him, someone should.

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[Video] We don't need no water?

Sat, 02 Sep 2023 17:39:43 GMT

Posted by: mostdangerousbird

[ Tim's lost his communicator again. He's having the damnedest time holding onto it when he shrinks - even though his clothes shrink with him, it seems like contact is necessary to bring anything down with him.

The twitching full body spasm that accompanies shrinking, brief as it is, makes him lose his grip every time. So, for now, the device is on the floor, recording away up into the high, high ceilings of the center of the workshop.

About 20 feet up the wall, something black and curved is embedded in a post, flat side parallel to the ground. The shapeof it is easily discerned.

The fire that looks like it's coming from the unseen top of the batarang - that might be unfamiliar.

Tim's voice breaks in clearly. He's stealing a page from Branch and using an earpod like a giant microphone.]

Okay, I'm really hoping this is still connected. This was supposed to be a post complimenting the fabrication you can get here, but it's now a PSA because I don't want anyone to be alarmed by the fire.

[ Something small leans over the side of the batarang and waves. It's seen more in silhouette against two fiery wings.

He's trying to sound as cheerful as possible.]

So! Every single person I know with a hot powerset to be tempermental. I'll be up here, staying calm, and hoping I put myself out without setting off the fire alarm or being tossed in a snow drift.

Open to all advice. Not open to being Tinkerbelled into a lantern.

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[video] the spider-teen has questions

Sat, 02 Sep 2023 03:45:49 GMT

Posted by: thismaskismybadge

[ Now she's out of her suit, Gwen is wearing a sweater that's visibly hanging off her shoulders to show the straps of the tank underneath, and some leggings. She is, however, still wearing her web-shooters and her dud of a multiverse-traversing watch on her wrists alongside the magic watch. ]

Hi, I'm Gwen. Otherwise known as Spider-Woman, but, well, you don't have to call me that. [ beat, visible thought, ] Probably don't, actually, it'd be kind of weird when you already know my real name.

Anyway.

I'm just, you know. [ she shrugs ] Curious. About a couple things. First, how many people here have done the whole multiverse song and dance before? Because there's at least a few of you, I know that.

Second, do like. Any of you that aren't Spider-Man yourself, or Loki who's already kinda answered this one, have a superhero called Spider-something in your world? Spider-Man, Spider-Woman, Spider-Girl, Spider— any noun, really. We get a lot of variety, if I tried to list even the most common ones we'd be here all day.

[ Call it her testing a theory. She's got some thoughts swirling around up in that head of hers. ]

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[A few days after the Branch incident....]

Fri, 01 Sep 2023 01:22:16 GMT

Posted by: favoritefearlesshero

[Puss could have done this via the watch, but he's a classy kitty.

This team is going to need unity. Teamwork. Togetherness. And Puss knows just the thing that will help.

Every single person at the North pole will find an invite slipped under their door, or otherwise placed near their living quarters...]

[The front feels like velvet and the "P" is covered in gold glitter. It's really fancy, the yetis outdid themselves. Now, time for the preparations. It won't be the same if he's not destroying an oppressive villain's mansion while he does it, but that's not the point this time, and he can still throw quite the bash.]

((OOC: Go ahead and use this post as a party-related inbox! Video, text, or track Puss down in person!))

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[text] local demon uses network like a reddit sub

Sat, 26 Aug 2023 03:16:00 GMT

Posted by: demonicmiracle

right, got a few questions for the peanut gallery

1. anyone looked into their life stories yet? how much bullshit should i expect?

2. this one's more of a thought exercise than a question, but we ought to be trying to get more kids to believe in us, yeah? assuming that more belief makes us more powerful. should we be starting twitter campaigns for the shows and movies featuring us?

3. can we start a petition to move the north pole to aruba or something, it's bloody freezing here and the nightlife is rubbish

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