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Feels like things have gotten kinda quiet.
Maybe I should demand a roll call.
Who talks in color coded text and is still around.
*Raise your hand.*
Or just say hi.
Also Psii and I procured some alcohol through totally legitimate methods if anyone's interested in dropping by.

ironicusername

Christ, what a clusterfuck out there.

[Private to Hal]
I know you are psyched about the whole new world thing,
But don't go anywhere alone.
You don't need to catch the live actions version of a riot. It's not as exciting as Wikipedia makes it sound, especially without the juggalos.

[Private to Dave]
We may need to put a rush job on this transforming thing. I've been working on it, mentally. Maybe we can try again now.

[Private to John]
We should probably attempt some kind of platonic socialization date if we're eventually going to do this open meister relationship with Dave.

3rdbest

Few announcements and a question. First, I’m Matt and I have a business called Black Mesa. It's a House Call Technician business, and we fix computers, broadcasting and wireless systems, business equipment and security system. If anyone is interested or just wants a job, call me maybe. Second, I’m doing missions, have a nice record, and kind of want to keep going. So I’m currently looking for a Meister who would be cool with going on missions. I’m a Weapon, a Portal gun; I shoot regular bullets and also create Portals. Third, imagine you have raw steaks. How hard it is to cook them? And how do cook them exactly?

[ PRIVATE TO: DUO ]
Duo. I hope you didn’t forget our date tonight.

[ PRIVATE TO: NEAR ]
A word, please.

beatdownremix

[The video switches on to show two color coded teens, one dressed in all red with a cape and awesome shades (with two bottles of apple juice, one in his hand and the other waiting at his side) and the other in all blue with a ridiculously long hood. The red one seems somewhere between totally chill and mildly unnerved while the blue one looks rather pleased and amused.]

Okay we've got a few problems here but the most serious one is someone please tell us we're not the only ones who can see that the sun is looking back at us. Is that like a sun or a giant rock with teeth waiting to eat us like wow that planet sure looks tasty better not eat the middle its too spicy but the north would be an awesome icy snack.

It's like big brother is watching you all the time. Or big sister. Is the sun a girl or a boy? Does anyone know?

[Dave stops to just stare at John for a moment, just giving him an 'are you fucking serious?' look.]

Dude, it's a rock.

But it has a face!

Male or female would imply it has reproductive parts and that's something I'd really rather not think of thanks. It's pretty creepy as is.

[John pauses with a thoughtful look.]

I wonder if the moon has a face. Maybe one is a boy and one is a girl and asteroids are their babies. I wonder if the asteroids have faces?

Wow. Ok, yeah. We're moving onto more important matters now, topic over.

[John rolls his eyes at Dave, he's no fun. He then turns back to the camera with an intrigued look on his face.]

What did that guy mean, I turn into a weapon? How can you turn into a weapon? I'm a human!

[Dave looks like he could care less, though there's a hint of curiosity there as he takes a drink of his juice.]

Yeah, that's pretty much all we need to know since the creepy dude filled us in on the other shit. I've got my AJ now, I'm good.

ironicusername

Question.
I'm curious as to the origin of this weapon/meister duality. Have the people in this world simply always had this latent propensity? Or was it cultivated after being engendered by some crisis point? Or maybe something else entirely.
But I guess most of us being draftees, not a lot are going to be familiar with the in-depth history of what is essentially a glorified internment camp that is rapidly going through all the fuck's I'm able to give.
So, instead I'll ask: How 'natural' does your designation as a meister or a weapon feel? Do you feel that it's something that stems from your nature, or that's it's just as random and senseless as everything else about this place?

bowdown

My dear Death City,

I have stumbled across this world or rather this world has stumbled upon me. I admit I'm very surprised, but also happy to be of assistance. I hope to learn more about your city, your people and your customs, just like I truly hope to get to know all of the guests who are in the same situation as me. Perhaps we will have the chance to meet each other better, but for now I have few questions that I would like to be answered if it's not too much of a hassle.

I was told I am a Meister. How can I find out about my ability?
I realize that, in order to aid you with your noble objective, I will need a partner to fight along side. Could you explain how one goes about finding a partner and how does resonance work?
In order to become stronger, one must consume souls. What would happen if one was to consume a non-kishin egg soul?

I would deeply appreciate your help. For it, I thank you.
Cordially yours,

Betty Crocker.

ironicusername

Ok, first of all, seconding the complaint that this communication device is incredibly fuckin' antediluvian.
Just a general head's up to whoever makes this executive decision: I could fashion a standard communicator that would have more utility, operate with more efficiency, and in general look and function roughly 50% less like a brick.
Unless it's brick-like characteristics were selected on purpose to function as a back-up weapon in case of resonance failure.
Anyway, before I go ahead write my dissertation centering around this cultural critique,
What's up.

thorny

My goodness, what a shocking spate of events we've had to suffer through in recent times. Who could possibly have seen this coming? It isn't as if this sort of thing happens on a regular basis to the point where watches can be set by their occurrence, and certainly no one has been repeatedly mentioning a pattern at all in the past.

Well, no matter. I'm sure that the rampant destruction and death will continue to have no effect on the surviving population's outlook and after the bodies are cleared everything will return to normal. Perhaps a celebration will be held in honor of remaining alive? After all, Easter is still some time off and Shibusen needs to afford the opposing side every opportunity to infiltrate. There are still buildings standing, after all.

As for myself, I believe that I'll do my part in perpetuating the farce and look into acquiring some new yarn colors. It's been some time since I've picked up anything outside of the purple family - any recommendations?

3rdbest

WEAPON LOOKING FOR MEISTERPortal gun M, human, 19 yo No experience Enjoys gaming and not going out Must be ok with smoking

[ FILTERED TO NEAR || Voice ]

Hey.
Near. Hey.

I’m a portal gun.

armorbound

[When Alphonse finally starts to make his way back through Death City towards Casualty Communal to see what living quarters has in store. He's currently somewhere in the middle of the shopping district when he finally turns his communication device on, it's focus set on his large gunmetal gray chest plate and leather fingers that are curled around the edges of the mirrored device. He doesn't speak up at first, because a he's managed to earn quite a following as he makes his way down the street. Just over the clunking of his metal feet the hushed voices of those he passes closest to can easily be heard.]

Is that a robot?

Whoa - that guy is huge!

Mommy that thing is scary!

[Besides the part about being confused for a robot (what's a robot?) most of the whispers are things that by now he's quite used to hearing. He keeps moving and when he's gotten to the a section of streets where he recalls turning earlier with his tour group he stops and finally brings up the communication device towards his 'face'. His face of course being a giant metal helmet and he does his best to use his tone of voice to 'smile', because his face can't.]

Hello? I'm pretty sure I got this to work correctly and if that's true then other people should be able to hear me, right?

[His tone wavers just for a second with uncertainty, but after a brief pause he does his best to focus on the point of using this device.]

My name is Alphonse Elric and I'm hoping someone here might be familiar with anyone else from my world. I'm looking for my brother Edward. He's ...

[Haha describing Edward was always interesting, because let's face it most applicable adjectives were just short jokes waiting to happen.]

Well, let's just say you'd probably remember him if you've met him!

[The nervous laugh is pretty much a dead give away that he's trying to avoid listing any specific identifying features.]

I'd really appreciate being told any and all information you have about him or his whereabouts. Even if there's the chance that he's not here. [A thought which makes his voice take a much more worried tone.] Speaking of information! Does this place have a library? The tour ended before I had a chance to ask.

splinterstrider

( Cut for courier + orange + tl;dr )

soul_mods

Seems it's still needed. Don't mind us.

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