NO EXITS

At the risk of tempting Derleth's wrath (or sense of irony), I'd like to take this moment of down time to suggest something. It's come to my attention that there's a lot of people who don't know where to go when in need of various skills. Magical healers, doctors, wizards/magicians/sorcerers, people who can sew or cook, etc.

Basically, I'd like to organize those of you who would want to volunteer your skills to the other Derleth residents. You don't have to volunteer if you're not comfortable with people knowing what you can do, but for those of us who would, I'd like to give them a place.

Then maybe the Welcoming Committee could add this to their note, and we could add it as a pinned sort of post on the network so that it's there when you need it.

If you're interested, let me know what skills you're offering.

ETA: You can see the chart here.

It's just like Crowley to disappear, just when I'm looking for him.

He'll be back. I know he will. He always comes.

Does that happen a lot? People just disappearing?

IKOL:

Don't futz with me today. I'm not in the mood.

Now this is more like it! I hope. Oh I just jinxed this all, didn't I? I feel like I just jinxed it.

Anyways, I guess first thing's first. Hi, I'm Ben. I got here last week, but totally felt I missed whatever window there was for an intro because, well, y'know, the ghosts and all.

I have a few errands I need to do, but in the spirit of collaboration, where my techies and mechanics at? I drew up some schematics of what we had for cryo-pods back home and this seems like a good place to do some scavenging for supplies. Luckily, at least for what I was looking at, the harder to find stuff won't be a worry thanks to Elsa being so cool, but I was thinking some more permanent structures as well as some monitoring devices could be a good addition, as then they could also double as stasis pods to maybe keep any badly hurt people stable until we can get the healers in to help. Obviously that's just one project and I'm sure there's other back up supplies that everyone could use.

NEVER SAW THE SUN

NEVER SAW THE SUN

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NEVER SAW THE SUN

So, in case you missed the memo, The Derleth sank.

Most of us have, somewhat miraculously, washed up on an island none of us even saw from the battle at sea. We're still figuring out the logistics of the little things people need; food, shelter, fresh water. At least it's only two more days.

Some of us are missing. Check in here if you'd like to let the others know you're okay or inquire about the status of someone you haven't seen recently.

No, none of us knows that this means for the reset. The closest the campus came to being completely demolished was about half, and that was months ago. One of the dorms never came back and was later replaced with a black monolith. But new arrivals appear to be showing up on the island with us so...

Maybe that's a good sign? Fuck if I know.

Any of you still out there, watch out. The people that attacked us knew our capabilities and were prepared to counteract them accordingly.

They had an execution today. Broh, they do some pretty gnarly shit to pirates here in Port Royal. I haven't cheered that loud since — well, since I was an idealistic young guy.

But hey! Port Royal. You gotta say it like Pulp Fiction. Port Royale with Cheese.

Fuuuuuuuck, I am super drunk.

This has to be from the late 1600s to the early 1800s which means that my guess is towards the latter end of the Age of Sail because the written word seems more likely to be recognized among the other sailors and I have this strange electronic device in my hand but that still doesn't limit the contact of smallpox, scurvy or other deadly disease prevalent at this time in more exotic countries (note: China has the best opportunity for inoculations; look for eastern coasts). However, if I could obtain a Letter of marque then at least I could have the protection of a greater authority (note: Great Cayman Port Dominion = GCPD? Investigate) and perhaps still maintain anonymity until there is a rational reason to be here without fear of discovery and the various punishments that could arise from knowing cocaine isn't for toothaches and there's more to anatomy than the study of the humors (note: Bone Bills were introduced in Massachusetts in 1831, investigate).

Of course they'd send me to Fuck you

This is going to be a long week. If anyone needs medical assistance, let me know. Otherwise, I would be careful. I've been on cruises where I was before and there's always something to get attacked by. We seem to have some medical supplies still, so it should be fine, but if we get off the ship at any point, I'll still want to look for more.

Well we're well into fake-Tuesday and nothing's tried to eat us yet so I'm fairly confident in saying this is a good week.

[Against Lokians]
Someone else is going to have to take over EMTing. I've got a fucking asshole to babysit.

I'm not activating. I don't know how to fight.

[DADS]

Are you okay?

QUIT LOOKING AT ME YOU GODDAMN ASSHOLES. I KNOW YOU'RE ALL JUDGING ME. I really thought I HAD the damn thing, so I poked it with my finger, and now I'M GOING TO BLIND YOU ALL so that you can stop looking at me.

I must admit that my curiosity regarding nightmares has persisted, and yet I do not know if touching the monolith would result in as much for me. May I ask what the difference is between a dream and a nightmare? What is it like?

But I also must confess that I do not know what to do with Spot. I watch him sleep, and he likes to chase strings. Sadly, he also likes to jump on my work surfaces, and yet I bring myself to discipline him. Lacking the Enterprise databases, I would very much like your assistance in such.

DAHJ ASHA:

I could use your help.

I haven't had to use any kind of protection from electro magnetic interference for the last day or so. I guess that means there aren't as many monsters in the area? Is everyone okay?


[RICK]

Thank you for everything.

[SYNTHETICS]

Are you alright?

If you see a 01100011 01100001 01110100, please tell it to 01110010 01100101 01110100 01110101 01110010 01101110 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01101100 01101001 01100101 01110101 01110100 01100101 01101110 01100001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01100011 01101111 01101101 01101101 01100001 01101110 01100100 01100101 01110010 Data.

I am not familiar with him, 01100010 01110101 01110100 00100000 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01101111 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01100010 01100101 01100100 00100000 01110111 01101000 01100101 01101110 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101111 01110000 01100101 01101110 01100101 01100100 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01100101 01111001 01100101 01110011 00101110.

01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01101011 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01100011 01100001 01101100 01101100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101000 01101001 01101101 Spot.

Because he is striped.

So I managed to get some photographs. I don't see any eyes or damage despite the fact that this thing was throwing itself against the building.

[A few dozen photos of the one at her window in an upcoming log.]

I currently measure only 46 inches. It is a rather curious sensation.

But I also wish to solve the mystery of the missing laboratory. If anyone could lend me a pipe, I would be grateful, for I am looking to emulate a Victorian detective.

As such, the game is afoot.

[RICK, DAHJ AND DOLORES]

I trust you are all well?

I'm almost nine foot tall, and my clothing no longer fits. Somehow I'm not sure there's anything in the theater for me to wear aside from a giant towel or a bedsheet.

A little help would not go unpaid.

If you're incredibly small, I'd be happy to give you a lift.

I'm inches tall, and my lucky coin is with my wife.

So whatever the fuck you do this week, do not step on me. Or even near me.

But I'm going to need a thimble.

I have decided that being in the water is the only way to survive in this weather. Honestly, how do people live like this?

Does anyone wanna go to one of the water parks tomorrow? It's supposed to be hotter than fiendfyre again.

DAHJ:

So how's it having a dad? We didn't get to talk much at the party.

The systems here are archaic. You can rest knowing that your brain waves and experiences are not being captured in the way they were in the Delos Parks. They still monitor your habits, but it's not nearly as invasive.

DAHJ:

How was the meeting with your father?

I'm calling dibs on one of the Small World tea cups.

What I do with it is my own business.

WOLF, TANDY BOWEN, TYRONE JOHNSON

Got any plans for the week? You've all got a pint or a coffee or something with your name on it. On me.

DAHJ

You’re still here, right?

JOHN MURPHY

Thanks for looking after the puffball.

I tire of being abducted by collectors, and I regret to inform you that I will be making my leave shortly.

But query - why is there a creature outside the force field that encapsulates this campus?

I don't mean to alarm everyone but was anyone aware of the redheaded chap in the mirror? In the library? He's a rather tall fellow. I can't remember his name but I believe he is one of us? Or was? He doesn't seem harmed or anything but I doubt anyone would want to be imprisoned in a mirror and I didn't know we had magical mirrors here. Not that I ever trust a mirror. They can always be turned against you! Even if it they aren't enchanted.

I've not left yet. I'm trying to think of ways to help him without touching the mirror myself. Don't want to join him in there! And you never know how a spell might be triggered.

Did anyone else wake up in a new room today? And do we know where we've moved to? It doesn't sound like it did yesterday and the smells are all wrong. Which is a shame, really. I rather liked Wedgehurst.

Has anyone seen Ron? His name wasn't on the list of disappearance notifications, but I haven't seen him around or on the network.

Is this Rehoboam

I was being erased

What is Derleth? I can't find anything on this campus.

Okay, I have a theory.

What if the murders and the memory loss aren't connected? This week doesn't feel out of the ordinary, right? Like strange things are a regular occurrence here? What if the murders happened because the lack of memories mean ... someone is out of control that wouldn't normally be?

We find the source responsible for our memory loss and maybe... all of this gets better and at least makes more sense than it does right now?

All right, so we have no memories, there are people being murdered, and then we get this on our phones.

Does the name Jimmy Woo mean anything to anyone? Is it possible he's the one responsible for all of this? Or maybe he's one of the dead bodies? This is all really nerve wracking.

I want to try something with the network. I spotted something weird in the code on the network. Let me know if you can or can't see the filtered post.

[PEOPLE WHO ARRIVED AT DERLETH AFTER DEATH*]

I'm not sure if this will work, but if you can see this, I thought maybe we could get together? It doesn't have to be anything heavy or anything. But I think there are more of us now in this situation and it might be nice to not feel alone? I know I need a better name for the filter.

(*Yes, the filter does work. But that doesn't mean your character has to acknowledge it!)

Good morning!

While normally, I'd attempt a brief introduction in person with some digestives and a lovely cup of tea, Missus True and me have ended up somewhere with rock formations vaguely suggestive of [...] well, perhaps I shouldn't make a mention of it in polite company.

But I'd still like to get to know everyone, if that suits ya!

Who are ya? Do ya have a name you prefer? Whereabouts do you come from? Are you from someone's past or someone's future? Does the university look familiar to ya? Do you wrestle with spell check? Do you have a Touch or other skills? What'd ya do at home? Do you have friends here? Have you gone questing? What's your favorite color or food?

Uh... am I dead? I mean, I've never died before so I don't really know what happens after that. Buuuuuuuuuuut I was kind of sort of in the middle of a fight, and gods I really hope I didn't die because I don't want cause of death to be tripped over rock while shooting at some imps that's just seriously embarrassing, and now I'm somewhere else entirely and the paper plane thing didn't say anything about dying but also a paper airplane came out of nowhere and hit me on the head... and there's a deer. It's talking. I might be sort of kind of freaking out a little.

Hello? I guess? Yo?

Did I mention the deer is talking.

If someone does find one of the questing creatures, and they can send the rest of you home, can we talk about what's going to happen to the rest of us? Or, how you might be thinking about wording that wish?

I died before I came here. And I don't know that I want to be here exactly, but I'm not really sure what my options are. If ending this repeating cycle we're in really is possible, I'd just like to have a say in what happens to me.