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February 16th Flooding - Voice

[The sound of rushing water and heavy breathing can be heard in the background before Jules speaks.]

What the minsid hell?! Where did all the god damned water come from?!

[There's a brief pause before he comes to a very quick realization.]

Who pissed what off?

[Because he knows someone must have pissed off something. Normally he doesn't have to ask who did it since usually he's the one doing it. Pissing people off is a talent. But here it's different. Here he avoids all the minsid god beings like the plague. He is absolutely confident that this ISN'T HIS FAULT!]

I swear to all the gods that for once it wasn't fucking me!

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no one else has come across a yan in their home world right? or is it just me?
tiny-looking sheep. big horns. aggressive bastards that can cast meteor magic. and have the power to blow you away. literally. just by snorting. you could end up anywhere on the damn islands.

long story short. unless youre a real strong fighter you need to stay the hell away from these things.
one other thing. anyone have a spare knife? kind of mislaid mine

[Translation: I landed in a tree, my knives fell to the ground but I can't go and get them because my tail somehow got stuck in some tangled branches but you guys don't need to know that.]

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Voice (backdated to the second)

(And now Legion is making another network post. This time, rather than sad, they sound alert, alarmed.)

Multiple corpses of entities from our universe of origin have been deposited on the shores of Enso. They are commonly referred to as Thresher Maws.

They are exceedingly large, difficult to kill, and typically only a few are likely to be found living simultaneously on a planet: we are uncertain as to how this occurrence is possible.

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Voice

Faust-Doctor is gone.

(They had thought, at first, that he had gone exploring, or had simply wished to be alone. But they are familiar with his routine, and he has not "turned up" at any of the locations where he should normally be found for some time.

He is gone.)

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Hey so we gotta get more clothes around here, some people are walking around looking like the last thread holding their pants together is gonna give up the ghost if they get hit with one more cursed flower plague or whatever, and I don’t want to see the results of that

This probably sounds like a joke but I’m serious, who wants to pool some stories so that we can keep everyone in pants

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osomatsu-san: jyushimatsu matsuno

TEXT!!! GONNA FIGHT THE HANAHAKI DISEASE WITH CAPS!

HI EVERYONE MY NAME IS JYUSHIMATSU

IF YOURE HAVING THE FUNGUS SICKIES AND NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO AND BE HONEST WITH

IM THE MAN FOR YOU!!!

COME TO THE CAMP RIGHT NOW AND TALK TO ME FREELY!

THERES MAYBE A FEE? IDK!!! YOU CAN GIVE ME SOME FOOD??? OR HEADPATS???

ANYWAY I WANNA HELP! CONFIDE IN DOCTOR JYUSHIMATSU AND YOULL BE CURED! SEE YOU THERE! BYE!

[ He'll be waiting happily in one of the prompts here if you'd like to jump straight into it. ]

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text ; 01/12 ; down by the pool he doesn't have many friends

just so you all know
i think theres a shark infestation
just in general
if theres water near you there will maybe be a shark in it

so until further notice denny isnt serving any drinks until we know there won't be sharks in them

thanks

-tim

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voice;

[There's a moment of quiet before he starts, the sort of thing that's only really audible if you're listening for it; it's been some time since Alexei has addressed any number of people at once, and while it's something he used to be accustomed to, it's also something that he's rather out of practice with.

So there's quiet, and the awkwardness is palpable when he does start, and he doesn't bother introducing himself; maybe some will recognize his voice, maybe not. It matters fairly little to him in the scheme of things.]

I don't normally request guidance, and particularly not regarding personal matters, so I pray I may be forgiven for the vagueness of the question. But I suppose that the recent conditions on Monsun have me contemplating things.

Is it...acceptable, I suppose, to continue to want something that you have no right or claim to anymore?

[...And apparently that is all for now.]

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voice; december 17th

[ Oh hey it's a Molly! ]

So... did anyone happen to bring with them something fun from their world? Something that can take your mind off from things for a while?

Something exciting?

[ That almost-not-there Irish-like lilt is very overly cheery. Someone's had a hard month. ]

Just a little tiny thing that makes you forget about everything else?

Drugs. I'm fishing for drugs.

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voice; dec 10

Tch... this place sucks as much as ever.

[The voice that filters over the network sounds like it belongs to someone who would rather be doing literally anything else. Which is accurate. Ichimatsu doesn't exactly do public speaking. Hell, he hates even answering the phone back home with every strand of his DNA - which says something, considering he's got five other peoples' worth of DNA to speak of. But this is the fastest way he can think of to deal with his situation. At least he doesn't have to show his face; no way would he be able to do this then.]

[There's a slight sound of crunching snow in the background.]

Hey, all of you. Not that I'm gonna stop anyone, but don't bother going up into the snowy areas. It's cold as hell and there's suspicious-looking berries everywhere. Stupid-looking monsters, too. Dunno what the hell any of 'em do, but I'd stay away from all of it if I were you. You'll probably die.

[Why, exactly, Ichimatsu himself is up in the higher elevations of Ensō... he doesn't seem to feel like sharing. He wouldn't even bother pretending to be a good citizen and put this warning out at all if he didn't have an ulterior motive. The crunch of his footfalls pause.]

... oh, and if you recognize this voice, let me know. If you don't... then don't worry about it.

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voice

[He speaks in a calm, even voice, perfectly casual. No one can ever truly get used to losing good friends, it will always hurt, it's always too soon to say goodbye... but it's happened countless times to him, because that's simply the way it is when one is being forgotten by both the living and the dead. He's one of them, los Olvidados. They all swallow their pain, they bury it deep and they carry on, remembering those they've lost as long as they can.

And he is very, very accustomed to living with the pain. What he enjoys and what he wants has nothing to do with it. He's not the only one dealing with it.]

Muffet's also gone. I know she did a lot of the baking, especially for the Denny. I'm not so bad at that myself and I like it, so it's no problem for me to carry on with it. It's just, ah...

[Here comes the shameful part.] I literally have no muscles, I'm not so good at carrying things you probably wouldn't think are heavy. If anyone doesn't mind helping out part of the time, I'd appreciate it.

And there's something of hers I'd like to put up in the Storyteller's temple too, I think they'd like to have it.

[Seems that's all. He doesn't say any more...]

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voice (backdated to dec 1)

[Kravitz very rarely makes himself known on the network, but this is one of those things he feels is Important in a way he can't ignore. It's not that he's looking for pity- rather, he just needs to inform people. There's no tragedy in passing. There's no fear in something he can't reach.

He wishes he could believe that anymore.]

Hello, uhm-- this is Kravitz. For those who may be looking for them, it seems Lup, Taako, and Ren have all departed from the island. My apologies to those who used their services or... simply knew them. I'm not able to carry on the magic they did, but I'll do my best in providing what you need if you were getting some kind of service or items from their store.

[He takes a breath, but it's shaky, and forces any other uncertainty out of his tone.]

I'd also like to remind everyone that we do have a library here containing many resources and a workspace for study. Contributions are always welcome, and I have a number of archived pieces from other islands for study as well. Feel free to contact me if I am not around and I will come to assist.

That... that is all.

[ooc: Kravitz has a shiny new library page on his journal now, if people want to get involved!!]

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voice (3 dec)

(This message begins with the maker of it clearing her throat.)

Hello. This is Yasha.

(Cool.

With that out of the way,) I wanted to offer my services in cutting hair for anybody who might like it. It's coming up to the end of a year and sometimes people like to look nice for that. Or maybe your hair has become too long over the course of the year. Hair grows a lot faster than you think it does sometimes.

Um... anyway. If you need a hair cut or maybe a beard trim I can do that. And I can come to your house to do them, I don't mind.

(Oh, one more teeny tiny thing:) Also the tools that I use are my broadsword. If you don't know what a broadsword is basically think of the largest sword you've ever seen and then maybe make it longer. That probably sounds bad but you shouldn't worry too much about it. I'm experienced.

Okay. Bye.

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voice ⚙Oct 19th

Huh-za-what? What-what-what is this?

[The mechanical voice to stutter over the network is riddled with clicks and whirrrrs as the unseen automaton inspects her new device curiously. There's the briefest huff of steam hissing as it spills from her crooked mouth, but then she's continuing.]

Th'Spine? Is this some k-kinda joke, big guy? [Her voice drops down for an impossibly low and robotic HA. HA. before returning to normal.] I thought humor had been left outta yer programmin' co-completely. Pappy had to m-make room for that s-shinin' stick-in-da-mud personality of yers, didn't he?

...Spine? [Nope, if her brother were here, that would have gotten a response out of him for sure. Rabbit lets out an irritated huff at that realization.] Th' backbone on that guy...

Okay, so if it ain't you on th' other end of this t-t-telefone conversation, then just who is?

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voice, 10/17

Hey, those necklaces the dragon was hoarding, the ones with the creepy heart and bloody veins? I think they give you good dreams. Or cure nightmares, same difference. Not sure what the catch is yet, if there is one, but I'm betting I'm not the only one who could use it.

[Short, sweet and to the point!]

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Farspeech stones

Hmmmm. So the last couple of months have been kind of a doozy for a lot of us, huh? So I was thinking. You know what this place needs after all that?

A party!

I think we need something like that after all that's going on. But maybe like a big bonfire and some food. And maybe some music too if anyone can provide that. [If there are instruments here. He hasn't seen any.] Unless some of you have other ideas. Whaddaya all say?

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text; 9/30

psa: dont fuckin come near my house for the foreseeable future (aka like at least a month) bc mistakes were made and things are kind of on fire

literally

they are literally on fire

no i dont need help i know what im doing

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mushi-shi: ginko

voice, backdated to 08/27

[Not long after those who died on Nastrandir return, Ginko makes a brief announcement. His voice is still a little hoarse from his run-in with Epsilon, though not as badly so as in the immediate aftermath.]

Hey, if anyone's still injured from what happened on Nastrandir - just remember there's a clinic on Enso if you need help. If you don't want to go there, or can't, just say so and someone can go meet you where you are. We don't have a lot of supplies right now, but we should be able to help some.

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voice, 09/03

Ayyye!

(Enjoy the horrible croaking of a 12 year old using a voice that kind of barely sounds like someone impersonating a hokey mobster.)

Wassa guy gotta do to get a smoke 'round here?

cw: talk of underage smoking. probably loooots of swearing.

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voice; 8/16

[Michael's voice, though he has to raise it to be heard over the ongoing sirens, is casual. Deliberately so, like someone trying to hide how not-casual they feel right now.]

Hey, is there anybody else who's not fighting some kind of war right now? I'd really like to talk to you about...non-war things.

[...]

And if you haven't been to Nastrandir since the sirens started, maybe skip that for now.