NO EXITS

I have to say, this is a much warmer welcome than the last time I traveled to another millennium. Paper dart to the forehead and all.

Captain Michael Burnham, commanding officer of the USS Discovery. I suppose that doesn't mean much here, but, well... someone's got to keep Starfleet alive.

Margo, Hugh and I are heading to Salem to get supplies not found in town. This is your last call to add anything reasonable to the list.

I'll likely take a second trip to Boston for the less reasonable requests and club-hopping later this week. Just going to make sure this isn't a dimension run by a secret cabal of vampires or whatever first. Not sure how we're supposed to feel about the locals here just yet. Something has to go wrong, right?

Vax, you're also coming with. Hugh volunteered you.

So some of you woke up with an extra body in the room this week? Mind if I take a look?

Anyway, Rick and I stole a bunch of shit from the weird ass park last week, so if anyone wants a temporary back up body in case of death*, let me know. They're going to take a bit to set up and we need to find a place to store them when not in use.

Also, anyone that wants to see how this works in case Rick or I disappear is welcome to.


[CARVER]

I assume you're your vampire self again?

(*OOC: it's 2 AC for a back up host body unless you won one for free in the roll this week. These may become more important when we settle into a semi-permanent setting without resetting if you ever choose to risk death for your character.)

WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION

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[FRIENDS*]

Hey, so Rick found a secret elevator in the middle of nowhere. I'm guessing it has to do with whatever the fuck is going on here. I'm going to go check it out with him and probably steal a bunch of shit. If I don't come back, I was probably killed? And if I do come back... make sure I can see flies??? Honestly, I have no idea what's going on here.

(*Ah yes, the dreaded friends filter. Julia is shadeless so she doesn't have a good grip on who is supposed to be her friend at this point. If you've shown an interest, interact with her, you're on the filter. If your character is a host, however, this post may not compute? Julia is doing something dangerous and might steal stuff? What elevator? It doesn't look like anything to me.)

Okay.

This is going to sound like a dumb question, but here's my dumb question.

Do you notice the flies? Have you seen any since we got here?

[Host characters will not notice flies, while human ones will.]

[FILTER: PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOT DIED AND SUSPICIOUSLY COME BACK YET]

Are we sure that the people who have come back after dying are who they say they are?

Because this is starting to get a little Stepford Wives to me. I can't be the only one thinking that while reading the network.

[ETA: MARGO + FEN]

We're sticking together the rest of the week. No wondering off. I mean it. Someone is either Stepford Wivesing people, or this is a Cowboy VS Invasion of the Body Snatchers situation and there is no Daniel Craig.

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Okay, so this has happened more than once now.

Anyone else having — I don't know what to call them. Flashes? Small blips of visions or memories of things that haven't happened? Or seem to be alternate universes?

I'm pretty sure I was a puppet of some kind in an alternate universe. And

Don't have time to time to RP every wild alternate universe idea you have out there? Have no fear, the mod is here! Throughout the plot I'll be posting flash reactionaries of different worlds characters can gleam memories from.

Participation is optional as you are inspired!

Today's flash reactionary: Sesame Street. Are you made of felt? Are your legs always curiously obstructed from view? Or perhaps you're an exceedingly patient adult explaining simple concepts, like numbers and letters, to to your felt neighbors? The choice is yours!

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Hello Derleth. I suppose I was due for a trip back in time after everything, but this is a bit further back than I would have liked. And sideways - if we're thinking of alternate and pocket universes as parallel verse linear. But I mean, neither of those are really a perfect metaphor, right? It's just the way our human brains like to process things.

Anyways. Sorry.

I'm Tilly. Coming from the USS Discovery & Starfleet Academy in the 32nd century.


I guess I'm supposed to teach math at the high school here?

On the medical front, while we're talking about weird things. We've discovered that the patients here, aren't really sick. The local Doctors and staff are assuring us their patients are sick, we check the charts, and everything lines up.

That is until we run tests ourselves, no one here is actually sick and we've discovered that they are being given placebos and sugar pills.

Chris Pike, James Kirk, Spock, & Orlin Dax

What do you all think about getting together sometime this week for dinner?

Y'know, there are better ways to get my attention than a kidnapping and a creepy voicemail.

Hey. There's something about me people ought to know about. I've already told a few people already and... yeah. So, some of you have met me, Marc, and others have met Steven. But they're both me. This isn't some stupid game, and I'm not faking it, but... I have a mental health issue. Psychiatrists call it Disassociate Identity Disorder. I really do have two personalities, it's not pretend.

I wasn't up front about it before since it's not the sort of thing you lead an introduction with, hello I'm clinically insane. I've had it for most of my life and I've... managed to hide what's wrong with me because I don't have any many friends back home. I'm a loner. But here, it's harder to blend in with the crowd and keep to yourself.

Things are further complicated because, like Layla who wrote about herself a couple of days ago, I'm an avatar for an Egyptian god. Khonshu. God of the moon, the night sky, and vengeance. I wasn't supposed to be anymore, but Steven and I had a talk with him last night and... I guess we're still stuck. Being an avatar means that I'm supposed to follow what he wants me to do, and in return he gives me special abilities. We're still negotiating that, since these are unusual circumstances. Besides, Khonshu's strength is derived from the moon and only works at night, and since the void really doesn't have either of those, he's pretty useless. At least during those void weeks. When we were in L.A. and in zombie world, he told me he had his usual power.

It's harder to tell us apart over the network, but we've been trying to let people know who's been writing when we've been posting comments. But Steven Grant has a British accent and uses British slang. I'm American.

And that's about it. If anybody has questions, Steven and I will try to answer.

I can't be the only one wanting a little excitement of the non-murderous kind. So let's play

FUCK, MARRY, KILL

Derleth edition.


Maybe a little murderous. But just in the fictional way.

Fuck, I-



Sorry Derleth, no breakfast from me today. Maybe tomorrrow?



I need to get back home.




[Christine Chapel]

I remember you.

I want to rethink Mobius's work.

Before, he went through data attempting to find a timeline we could anchor ourselves to. It limited when we could attempt the jump and I think may have been why we still reset. That's not mentioning the issues a majority of us had remembering who we were.

I say we make our own timeline. We still have all the research necessary, but I was looking at the metamath, and I think this could be much more feasible without the drawbacks of attempt number one.

So if those of you who worked with Mobius are willing to work with me on this, let me know.

No time like the present for an introduction, right?

I'm Christine Chapel, Nurse Chapel if I'm seeing you in a more medical setting but I won't punish you if you stick with Christine. Formally employed on the Enterprise, but I'm always excited to try on new challenges. Though without the equipment I'm used to, this could be an interesting hurdle, but I have some knowledge of Archaeological Medicine, and if any of you are more familiar, I'd love to pick your brain.

Not literally, of course.

Okay, so Loki and I took a jog around campus this morning. Everything seems to be normal void behavior at the moment. Nothing's overly large, we both have our memories, and the magical sky the other Loki made is still out. Somehow even more serene. Kitchens are stocked as usual (even has some of the fresh veg and fruits we snagged in Los Angeles, it seems), the pool's back to the way Strange made it, and the Green is full of its interesting creatures. And the squirrels.

All in all, it's pretty nice out after the last two weeks.

Now, that's not to say that something won't happen. We all know that things have happened at various points during void weeks, so just be aware that it's possible something will happen. At this point, it's almost a guarantee.

I'd like to propose something. Some of us have been in Derleth a long time in Derleth standards. I think it's time we take Strange's idea and expand on it. Keyleth's help last week with growing the vegetables and fruit for the survivors made me think this is something we should do here. I'm going to be taking out some trees and planting some various seeds. Keyleth, I was hoping you'd be interested in helping me test to see if it'll stick around after the next reset. If it does, we can expand the area a bit for a variety of things.

On the subject of Mobius's disappearance: You all know that Mobius and Eliot were working on a way to get a stable place for us. Mobius has disappeared, but his work is still here. Anyone with science knowledge would be helpful in looking over his notes and seeing what we can do to keep that going. Stability is something we take for granted, so I'd like to get back on track with that.

And finally, I'd like to work on the campus a bit. Maybe do some repairs on buildings, like the Greenhouse. The windows are busted there, and I'd like to keep the orchids and elf weed there. Whatever needs a hot house. I'm not really a plant expert, so if you have any experience, I'd love a few volunteers.

And thirdly, if this is your first time at the "real" Derleth, welcome home.

ROSE WILSON & STEVE ROGERS:

If you're not alive again, I'm going to kill you both.

Magicians/Wizards/Sorcerers/Mages: Do any of you have skills in growing things? I suspect the survivors' base probably has some fields growing food, considering there's no much to scavenge around here. Anyone wanna give them a boost? I know magic is on the fritz, but we can try.

Donations: I'm not asking anyone to give up their rations, but if you find it in your heart, we're taking donations of anything useful to supply drop on the survivors we've found. They're skittish as both Pike and Steever have mentioned, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to help them. We have two and a half days left here, they have who knows how long. Anything you wanna donate, I'll be waiting with boxes.

Fliers: Sam Wilson has volunteered, but if anyone else can, it would be much appreciated.

Hello? I appreciate the letter. A paper airplane's better than a creepy doll. I still have questions. Does this have anything to do with Russians? Is there any way to contact home? What do I do if I run into a zombie?

More questions will come as I think of them.

My dearest friend,

Welcome to Derleth.

I am so sorry I could not be there to greet you myself, but I trust you'll find your way around soon enough. Most of the students have not yet arrived for the new semester and so I've arranged for [your?] lodging on campus. You'll find a key in your pocket. Just like old times, eh?

Should the experiment go as planned, for one week we will be able to displace time and space itself. I believe with my calculations we will be able to control the effects and no one shall be the wiser. To anyone not directly involved it will be imperceptible.

Feel free to wander the campus in the meantime. We'll begin the experiment at [muffled] Hall, on Thursday, precisely at midnight.

We'll show them, won't we?

Un Sacrificium Parvis ob Adagnitio.