vallo

c'mon guys the tip jar isn't there to take up sidewalk space. kate's burgers ain't gonna buy themselves



[ ooc - Thom is outside what remains of Soups, Soups, Soups, playing the guitar extremely mediocrely and singing songs that mention 'hands' prominently in the lyrics ]

[ ooc part two - following his roll of 36 injury thom will need to be saved; pls help this idiot ]

As a reminder I'm running a Wilderness First Responder course from April 16 - 20. I'm going to leave the last few weeks as a pitch as to why it might not be a bad idea to learn these skills.

I fucked up and fell into a stupid goddamn trap and now they took Eleven and brought her to that bastard. She's a thrall now. Please watch out for her. We can finish this and we can save her, but if she hurts any of us, she might never forgive herself. I'm going to do everything I can to lock her down tomorrow so just. Run if you see her. Use any mind protection you know. Stay behind cover. Distract her.

Just don't kill my kid please, I can't Anybody with good mental shields that can help me out, let me know.

Good evening. I am pleased to report that our mission today was successful, and that though some are injured, all warriors from both timelines survived the fray.

May fortune smile upon you all in 2023, and may you keep safe and well.

I'm going to need someone else to head over to the clinic and open it for the day, please and thank you.

Who: 2023 Thom meets 2033 Kate
What: ANGST. SADNESS. WOE.
When: Today (in 2033)
Where: The Outpost
Rating: PG

( Honestly, sure, the magic’s shit, but it looks like you guys are doing... well... doing shit as well. )

I'm glad you're all here. I don't have the workshop anymore, but I make do with whatever we can get at the compound. Recovery operations are successful pretty often. Viktor's working out of our second location. So if you need to arm up at all, patch any armor, or need gadgets and devices set up, I'm still here to help.

It goes without saying that we're relying pretty heavily on you all, I hope that's not too much stress. But I firmly believe that together we can do this. I don't think the stakes have ever been higher, if that's any motivation.

Hello from 2033.
I know there are some anxious people on your end wondering what's been going on - everyone who decided to travel forward with Caleb and Essek have arrived safely and are now situated with us.

As you can see we are able to communicate across the timelines at the moment using the journals some of us managed to keep over the years. If you'd like to check in with your friends and family who travelled feel free to use this entry to do so.

While the journals will be usable for the next while here we are asking for everyone to refrain from spamming too much. All magic usage is a risk, this included. We are also asking that no one mentions any specifics to the plan, the journals on our end will not leave our safe zone, but should we be ambushed here we do not want any details falling into the wrong hands. As well please keep in mind our journal stock is limited and we are all sharing only a handful, your conversations may be viewed by others.

If someone can give me a quick "hey I see this" that would be great. We are fairly confident this should work but let us know for sure.



(( note: timeline wise today this will be written once everyone is back at the outpost and has had enough time to get sorted, so late afternoon/early eveningish ))

Hey folks, welcome to the shitty future you're hoping to avoid for yourselves. Thanks for coming.

When you came from, the network is for fun. Here, it's the primary communication medium for a resistance that's scrambling to survive, and it's under constant attack and held together with paperclips and hope. This means:

• Don't try to run a bunch of data across it unless you need to. Keep your comms to text as much as possible.
  
• SECURITY IS PARAMOUNT. You'll notice the passphrase requirements are stricter than on the network you came from. That's because Murderbot got hacked/enthralled and he can bruteforce your oh-so-clever "password1" in about two seconds without even having to know you'd pick a password that dumb in the first place.
  
• Smash your device to pieces before you let it fall into the hands of the enemy.
  

HEY KATE ARE YOU WORKING ON SOMEONE WHO'S ACTIVELY DYING or is it just like... whatever... broken arm

because I kind of want to make out with you right now

The Ides of March are upon us. And while I'm as stab-happy as the next person, and Caesar probably deserved it by at least one of those senators because men, we're not celebrating the death of a Roman dictator but the birthday of Henry Cheng, who would only appreciate if we did it in style.

Mandatory: wearing a toga. Not mandatory: owning your own toga because sheets will be provided if you wimp out. Location: Monmouth. Gansey pulled the pool table out and bought unnecessary Roman-style chaises. I'm not going to stop anyone from wanting to be historically accurate either, but I draw the line at not wearing undergarments. Those are required to be on for entry.

i'm going to say something brave, yet true: breakfast food*** is better at dinner time




*** american or whatever, despite being here in Bizarro World i'm not well-traveled. i mean shit like pancakes, waffles, bacon, omelettes, etc, you know like MURICA food

I pitched this idea forever ago and then never got around to it because life happens, but here's me getting my shit together.

I'm going to be running a Wilderness First Responder course in April. It's 80 hours long, spread out over 5 Days and 1 Night. I'm designing it as best as I can to accommodate Vallo and its ways. If April goes to hell, we'll push it out to May. Tentative dates are April 16 - 20.

Age requirement is 16 years old, with a parent or guardian signature if you're under 18. Completion earns participants a 3 year certification in Wilderness First Response, and 1-year in Basic Life Support. You'll learn skills such as planning and response to calls, infection prevention and control, scene assessment, airway management, CPR, head and spinal injuries, wildlife and environmental illnesses, and a lot more. A full break down of the course and material available at the clinic or on our website.

I swear to god, I only just get out of the hospital only to find out Vallo is throwing out something else entirely.

Everyone who took care of the house and Lola for me, I appreciate it. I'm pretty sure she barely noticed I was out this entire time.

Hello?

i'm not very good at typing, so apologies in advance. I was told there were other werewolves here and that typing something here would be a better introduction than just howling into the night. To those other wolves please consider this my introduction andrequest to enter your territory.

I was also told that there aren't any other Gaian Garou here. Therefore, Im not sure what the etiquette is for an introduction and I apologize for that as well

Howdy friends!👋🏻 This is exciting!! Wednesday do you want a bagel? They have 🌈 RAINBOW 🌈 ones omg I'm getting a rainbow one! Going to rub this in my brothers face, he's always wanted to meet a real minotaur and now I'm the first in the pac



Omg does this mean I'm an omega now? 😩 I'm not prepared for that! I was and now I'm not!

That's a really great video. Ten out of ten on the acting.

I don't know how anyone manages to care about a career without drowning themselves in a vat of Château Lafite Rothschild to feel something. Everyone makes a big joke out of tacky wine mom paraphernalia but honestly at least they're honest about the futility of their ambitions meaning anything beyond the serotonin of narcissism. Career people. You know, the ones that don't have a job; they've a calling. Christ.

Anyhow. Demonikea's hiring. Interested in mid-century modern and selling your soul? Grand. Don't make them like you like I did; that was such a mistake. You'll never stop smelling of brimstone and meatballs.

How has this place not broken the time-space continuum yet? You guys are chaos.

That being said, anything I can do? Anyone need something? Also to head this off: no, I will not buy booze for you while you're underage. Don't come at the master of the craft when he's in the mature stage of his life (not a single word out of you, Kate.)

12 more days until Halloween! Come get all your spooky tricks over at WWW, where the ever cheerful Gretchen is always ready to help point you in the right direction (which is straight to Serefin, who will take you to your desired product). Specialty fireworks are on sale for 20% off through the rest of the month.

[ FILTERED TO WIZARDING WORLD ]
Can't say I knew this version well, but sorry to see her go. Everyone else still around, yeah?