Portland Net

Hi! David Lassiter here again. So I'm a Shifter, and thanks to the list of unholy everything, everyone now knows how to kill me.

Uhm. Please don't?

Thanks.

However, if you do meet a Shifter out there, you might do well to drop my name. It might not do anything, but it might do a lot to help you. Some Shifters can get really messy, shedding skin, killing people for fun, all that gross stuff. I'm not that kind of Shifter, but I could probably help you out if you do happen to find that kind of Shifter lurking around.

As for everyone else, you can't trust anybody. Shifters can look like anyone: a family member, a significant other, a best friend. Use code words, passwords, illogical things that no one could crack unless they specifically know it. Shifters can access a person's memories, so asking them personal questions isn't going to help. If there are any other questions, I'm also sort of fluent in werewolves, ghouls, wraiths, vampires and how to run away from a demon.

Private to Rebekah:

Hey. You doing okay? I figured I'd check up on my kinda, sorta, not really sister.

Bar Fly has food, plenty of water and I've got people here who can help the injured. If you're doing search and rescue and need a safe-zone to use as base, do it.

Anyone with first aid or who wants to help protect the wounded, we could use your help.

I understand from reading previous posts you have been having trouble with attacks. I will offer my help with that, but I have a request.

I'm looking for two people. Both are men, named Eren and Armin. Eren is average height, fit and has short dark hair and blue eyes. Armin is smaller with blonde chin-length hair. If they are here like I am, I would appreciate being told. Please be okay. I can't protect you if you're not

My name is Mikasa Ackerman and I humbly offer you my services and fighting skills. I have arrived here with the gear I need to fight, all I will need is a source of propulsion gas.

Liv Parker.
Fuck I think I just I went to get food and there was this thing that tried to grab me only I got hold of its face and I think I killed it. I mean, I did, I just don't know how. It was like it started rotting from the inside out. How the fuck did I do that?
/Liv.

I can't even pretend to be normal without getting sucked back into this shit. The shops that are still open are looking really fucking picked over, so if anyone needs food that's gonna be something to think about soon. I can't Set up a soup kitchen or something.

Charlie Bradbury.
Still alive out there?

Jack Harkness, River Song.
Largely holed up in the library doing tech with Pepper, Claudia and blonde Gwen who isn't even Welsh. Pretty sure I'm safe to be driving again though, so let me know if you need any fetching.

[Added:]
Pepper Potts, Claudia Donovan, Gwen Stacy.
A passcode system's been suggested in case of Shifter shenanigans and given the constraints an authentication key embedded in a tablet or phone app is probably the easiest way. Everyone registers their device and the app gives them a regularly changing code - two random words would probably work - and allows them to look up other people in the system. You'd need a little bit of security so you can't use the look up feature to pretend to be someone else but that's not difficult. Have it only give you part of the code, or have it change the code in the database as soon as someone looks it up. Anyway, I desperately need some sleep but I can work on it when I get back in, I'm just not completely up to speed on coding for the most recent mobile OSes. I can Google it but it'll be faster if I can check with someone who is, if anyone is.

Not that I'd complain if I came back and it was already done, of course. I'm somewhat used to there being a certain class of jobs that either I do them myself or they don't get done, which I suspect is often the case for any small organisation. All hail the technicians in the background keeping everything going, etc.

My name is Helena Wells. I'm just recently arrived and I've been told to contact you about helping with weapons tech. I'm something of an inventor by passion if not always occupation, and if needed I'm sure Claudia Donovan could vouch for me as we work for the same agency.

I think I found what you have been looking for. I'm going to bring it over.

Group text to Damon and Caroline
Elena's in trouble. She's trapped in a house. Don't know the location. She says it's travelers. I'm on my way there.

Hey, doing alright over there at Bar Fly?