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[strongeralone]

Information

[There's a pause before the feed continues, as if the person sending it pressed post too soon and is struggling with figuring out how to continue.]

jhb786hr Information is required. Machine that hauled us here, these missions, these weapons, or anything of relevance.
Insentient weapons; where can they be found.
How many have been brought here, how many none civilians.

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[Random keys are hit, supposedly by accident, before the feed is cut.]


[ooc: the numbers are a written unseparated representation of tap code. Normally they would be written like so - (1,4)(4,3)(4,2)(1,5)(3,5)(3,4)(4,2)(4,4). They read 'dsreport'.]

Comments

video | private;

[ganking]

[ Dean's seen this code before-- years and years ago, but it's something there's no way he'd ever forget. No, it's hard to forget something that used to be such a big part of your everyday life, of when you were growing up and the role models in your life had such a drastically big part in shaping who you'd eventually grow up to be.

But it's been so long, so, so freaking long. If not for all the messes back home, then being stuck in Attollo had only made that stretch longer-- and Dean's not sure if he's suddenly just making this all up in his head, freaking out over a code someone else from any other kind of world might know just as well.

He switches on the video feed carefully, wiping off any white-faced shock as best as he can in favor of a cautious reply; ]

Keysmashing isn't gonna get you the answers you want. [ He should be saying this all haughty with the smirkiest smirk but just comes off as sort of...quiet. ]

text | private;

[strongeralone]

[Dean. He doesn't know if he should be happy or devastated. He's still not sure he's buying any of this crap, still not sure of this is even real. If Dean got dragged down with him - there's gonna be hell to pay.

But if this is really true...if he's really alive and Dean's here alive as well...that means the deal wasn't broken. They might be in some messed up universe, but if it's a messed up universe that can keep them safe from hell's fury...

No he still doesn't like it. And he's gonna need a hell of a lot more than his son's face on some fancy piece of technology to get him to divulge himself on the network.]

Is this line secure.

voice

[fintastic]

[ The voice on the other end is obvious girlish, and obviously young, seeming a bit younger than she actually is. She also doesn't seem the least bit troubled-- excited, even. ]

Your keyboard looks broken. Try using the voice, or the video!

text

[strongeralone]

I got the hang of it. Have any answers?

voice

[fintastic]

I have answers! But maybe not the ones you're looking for. If anyone knows specifics about the machine or whatever that brought us here, I haven't heard about it, not in detail. The weapons are pretty neat, like the one they asked you to choose when you got here? They get stronger as you get stronger, which to me honestly makes a lot more sense than having to alchemize new weapons all the time, right? Anyway, you can use regular weapons too, if that's what you're worried about.

[ She stops to take a deep breath, then goes on. ]

I don't know how many civilians there are here, but I would guess that there are about a hundred imports at any one time! It changes from week to week though. Sometimes people go home, but I don't know if there's any pattern to who or why or how.

Are those the answers you wanted?

text

[strongeralone]

It's a start. Where can I get regular weapons.

voice

[fintastic]

Are you looking for something in particular?

text

[strongeralone]

You got anything in particular?

[He's not about to give anything away to anyone. Far as he knows she could be the one behind all of this.]

voice; you've caught her, she is indeed the evil mastermind...

[fintastic]

I saw a place with some knives once, I'll attach the address! But if you wanted guns or swords or anything more exotic than that, I would have to ask around.

[ cuttlefishCuller wants to send you a file.

INCOMING ATTACHMENT: address.txt ]

text; see he knew it!!! X-( can't get anything past him

[strongeralone]

[The reply is delayed as it takes him a little while to figure out how to open the attachment.]

Thanks. Where would you ask around?

voice;

[fintastic]

I would ask some of the locals. They're the ones who run most of the stores and don't look quite as out of place around here, but I don't ever see them commenting on this network.

text;

[strongeralone]

Are they human?

text

[implying]

You look a bit like you could use a keyboard lesson. Or perhaps be reported for keyboard abuse? I'm told they have feelings too!

text

[strongeralone]

Do you have anything useful to say.

[implying]

It's entirely possible! Do you?

[strongeralone]

Say it or stop wasting my time.

[implying]

Testy!

Well, let me see... I know I've got some information floating around here, but I can't quite remember it. Maybe seeing your face would jog my memory.

[strongeralone]

Fists are better at jogging memories, in my experience.

[implying]

Oh, I do hope you can't punch through a screen. That might make things a touch awkward.

[strongeralone]

Cough up the info or fuck off.

[implying]

You seem a difficult please. Perhaps this will do it: there may be a window to another world somewhere about here.

[strongeralone]

Where, what world, how is it powered?

[NOW you got his attention.]

[implying]

It isn't powered, it's simply a rip in the fabric of the worlds. It would lead to a city called Cittágazze.

[strongeralone]

What's there.

[implying]

Worlds, worlds, and more worlds. Not to mention a few very lovely people.