( PRIVATE to LILY )

( PRIVATE to ELLIE & DICK )

[ Her voice, while somewhat tired, is leveled as she speaks. ]

For the time being, the clinic should be stocked with some personal hygienic products anyone might have been wondering about. There's shampoos, soaps, sanitary napkins, and pads and tampons for the ladies. There's also patches for smokers. Anything else you're looking for, like medicine or bandages, you'll have to check with someone at the clinic.

Anyway, I asked the AI the decrypt a couple of drives belonging to the UE. There were various analytical notes specializing in robotics, specifically robotic spacecraft — rovers. For those unfamiliar: a rover is a vehicle used in space explorations. Depending on the design, they can either be partially or completely operated on their own, or they can transport crews.

There's a couple of bad ideas that come to mind knowing this information: one being they may have plans to come up here eventually and if they aren't fully aware how many of us are here, they'll find out.

Research also indicated "interdimensional colonization". We've been well aware for a while they're able to access portals into other worlds.

The drives also contained some notes on Project Chimera and talks of previous genetic projects the UE's researched. I'll forward anyone who wants a copy of these notes to look over.

[ For those who ask and receive: here. ]

Has anyone begun to compile the information we have together to make it more streamlined? I imagine the AI can likely do it if you ask.

[Feel lucky, Elliot's roommates. He's finally taking his complaining to the full network! =D

He's standing in one of the rooms, specifically his, but he doubts anyone can tell.]

I've had as much of this nonsense as I can stand! How are these ever supposed to be livable conditions?! The last place was bad enough, but I doubt any amount of possible improvements could ever make this place even come close to that! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE REAL BEDS HERE!

[To make his point, he turns to focus on the shot on one of the bunk beds before going back to himself.]

Is there even a point in trying to do anything with this place?! The Initiative has made it more than obvious that their response to a real problem is to run like cowards!

( Open action, cut for length. )


[Later, his voice tight and restrained:]

So who else is aware that we seem to have a problem literally lurking in the shadows? In any event, I haven’t had a proper spar in some time, if anyone properly skilled for it is so inclined. [AKA: he needs to get some aggression out.

[And after a moment, an addendum:] Not you, Ichimaru.


[[OOC: Yep, it's them runeblade demons again.]]

[ Ever since that brief meeting within the courtyard, several questions plagued Cao Cao's mind. He had hoped to find the information on his own with the Initiative's help, but they weren't very...helpful in his opinion. Besides the whole notion of them using sorcery to unravel the United Earth's influences through a series of smaller skirmishes, Cao Cao wasn't certain as of how this war could possibly be won. From what little he's managed to understand, the enemy outnumbers them greatly and there's great dissent amongst the transports here.

Still trying to understand his role in all this, the King of Wei decided to act. He never used such a device before. These "tablets" as they call them were nearly two-thousand years ahead of his time. Though with some luck and minor concentration, he managed to operate one. He was still far from proficient with this odd device, but at least he got it work.

Now staring into the blank screen of the tablet, Cao Cao speaks. ]

Just how many generals sit amongst us? How many soldiers and how many strategists? If this is a war, then shouldn't we treat it as such?

[ He paused momentarily in hopes of hearing an answer, but nothing was said. So he continued. ]

I've won wars before but nothing resembling this kind of scale. Gathering the information necessary about my foes was never so daunting as this. Virtually nothing is known about the United Earth or their method of combat. I'm aware that they hold the most influence in this realm, but how so?

[ Mengde wondered if their were other factions out there who hoped to rebel against their federation. He wouldn't be surprised if there were, but they assist them? Surely this war doesn't fall upon the shoulders of a wayward few.

That would be suicide. ]

In truth, I see no victory in sight but I refuse to die a martyr's death.

All right, everyone needs to listen to this! Especially if you were one of the casualties the other day!

I'm as pissed off as anyone about what happened, but the overall attitude here isn't going to help anything! Maybe you got hurt! Maybe you died! But if you just sit around and mope, that's not going to help anything! You're alive now and it's up to you to decide what to do with that opportunity!

You choose how you keep moving forward! Do you really think you can make a difference for those people if you just stay where you are?! Or if you try to pretend like it never happened?! NO! I'm not saying it shouldn't have an effect on you, but the sooner you get past it, the sooner you can do something about it!

[Have a very annoyed and awkward looking teen. He's still trying to act as proud as possible, but it's not easy given the circumstances. Seeing as his roommates are being TOTALLY unreasonable.]

Someone here must offer instruction in specialized subjects, right? Specifically, in... [He frowns obstinately for a few seconds.] ...cleaning. This wasn't my idea, all right?!

[And with that lovely ending, he cuts off the feed.]


[ooc: I do have a main chores teacher discussed already, but feel free to make fun of him or offer other life lessons that rich kids miss?]

[And, much like he said he would because Sollux is nothing but a man of his word, (when his word promises to do something spiteful towards a guy he very much dislikes), the feed opens up with just audio. Because if you saw the mess of a body this guy was in right now, you'd be horrified too.]

Public thervice announcement time.

I don't believe I even have to saying this, but apparently I fucking do. One. Just because you're in a different person's body doesn't give you the right to fuck with them. That includes: not being a dumbass and thinking just because the body you're in has superpowers that you should immediately try them out, and not doing anything that will later embarrass that person which INCLUDES POSTING VIDEOS NAKED, you know who I am talking to here. No one wantsth do see that shit, fuckheads.

Two. Will the original owner of the body of a blond woman who "usually wears a lot of armor" comment here. It pertains to the PSA I just had to give.

[He specifically means Samus because of this post. However, there are... quite a few blond women who wear armor in Exsilium. Whoops.]

...And a side note: if I say "rumble spheres", everyone knowsth what I mean, right?

[Kagura's on top of a building, one hand holding a fan, the other holding the camera. She smirks, a sign that, of course, Kagura's not going to offer some sort of sympathy on the situation. No, she's going to taunt and tease and most of all, laugh. She doesn't need all this warm, fuzzy, feelings. And Kagura's sure that enemies might be better than allies here, because if she does, she'll have a bargaining tool with the Initative. Give her a heart, and she'll cooperate. No go? Well, then she'll just have to kill them. Ruin their little plan until they do what she wants.

Anyways, onto the teasing.]

So, how does it feel to be stuck in a body that's not your own? You know, they probably assumed you couldn't control your own powers, so they switched you instead. Too bad, it actually made you worse. You can't do anything now, can you?

Not that you could do much to start with. But if you think otherwise....

[She pulls out her fan.]

I'd be happy to give you your last dance.

[Okay. He's been here less than two weeks, and this has started to happen already. He is fed up. Can he never escape this treatment?

[Behind him is a rather impressive pile of sweets and whatever useless toys the locals have managed to shove at him. And he looks distinctly annoyed at the lot of it.]

I know the locals can't see this, but allow me to point out something important. I. Am not. A child.

[Another irritated glance at his little hoarde.] If anyone actually wants any of this garbage, they're welcome to it.

[ A hushed voice crackles slightly. Whoever it is, they sound like they're talking from inside a tin can. Their voice has a metallic flange to it. ]

Lost Light. Come in. This is Drift! Lost Light, do you read me? I'm stranded. I may have stumbled into a rift...

This could be a lead on finding the Circle of Light or the Knights of Cybertron.

Or I could be dead. I don't really believe the people here. They did something to my sword.

...

Rodimus! Please! If you're up there, please respond! This isn't funny! I have a good signal down here and if I find out for one second that you're having a go at me so help me I'll-

... I'm sorry. But please, if anyone from the Lost Light gets this transmission, please respond.

What if I really am dead... I thought he would be here, if I was.

[ A gasp. ]

What if this is the pit?! They're pretty polite for the pit but still-

Primus, spare my spark!