vallo

Okay. I knew I should have closed shop but I thought the clinic would be relatively safe with all the wards up by a bunch of people for the past something years.

What wasn't safe was the medicinal potions deliveries. Not that it was a big batch or anything but the elementals seem to want to thrive during this chaos. I'll just have to wait till this thing stops before placing another order.

That being said, I'm staying at the townhouse which is somewhat safe. If anyone wants to pop by and create a temporary portal here for any clinic needs, that would be great. I'll pay you in... something. Do you like wine?

EXANDRIANS

Good fucking morning, I remember more from home and I'm including all of you because I don't know who does and doesn't give a shit.

( Cut for spoilers through CR C3E63 if you're worried about that! )

Hey saw a bunch of people getting arrested while I was in the city getting some fucking snack groceries because Chetney ate all the beef jerky AGAIN. Looked real intense and shit.

The arrests, not the jerky aisle.



Also before anyone says it: I WASN'T INVOLVED. I was at the fucking grocery store. I've got an alibi, damn it.

One thing I love about this place is how we all bring a little bit of our own homes to make this neat sort of melting pot of a community, letting other people experience the things we might have really loved before being brought here. It's nice, getting to celebrate other worlds that most of us will probably never get to see, outside of through the eyes of other Outlanders.

All that to say, thanks for the races this weekend. It was a blast.

DORIAN

I've decided I want to use my winnings on something fun. Want to get fancy?

Alright, tell me something about yourself that might surprise someone to know.

And I don't mean some kind of big fucking secret about how much of a piece of shit you were back in your home or something like that, because I don't really give a crap about anything like that. I want to hear about some kind of surprising talent that people wouldn't peg you for or something cool you did as a kid or about your pet guinea pig or I don't know, fucking good stuff like that.

Come at me. Blow my fucking socks off, let's go.

BELLS HELLS

Hey, I'm sorry that I didn't do this right away yesterday, but I needed a little time to sort of think everything through and get my thoughts in order. Again, I'm sorry but I hope you'll understand.

( Cut for CR spoilers, in case you're worried about that! )

I guess I'm sorry about the desk.

Alright, it's been a hot second and nothing too wild and fucking crazy has happened around here in at least, I don't know, thirty-seven hours. So it's fucking time for another round of What the Fuck Is Up With That.

Rules again, because there's got to be some fucking rules, I guess.

Rule 1: Comment with your name or some shit below.
Rule 2: Reply to those comments with questions to that person, specifically with "what the fuck is up with that" somehow involved.
Rule 3: Reply to those questions.
Rule 4: Fucking rinse and repeat.

For example, because I'm helpful:

I put my name down there. Someone comes along and says, "Fucking hell, Ashton, you're so much cooler, stronger, and prettier than Chetney. What the fuck is up with that?" And I'd just be like, "You know what, you're damn right and you should say it."

So that's it. Ask questions, answer them, let's get to know each other. Bonus points if you're drinking as this happens, unless you're underage or some shit in which case stick to juice because I said so and I'm a real fucking good influence.

I think that when you wake up not only very foggy as to what happened the last handful of days but also in a tree in your front yard, it calls for a "pastries for breakfast" kind of morning.

At least the tree is pretty. I thought I was in Zephrah for a moment

I'd just like to apologize to everyone my younger self tried to eat, called food names, or made really transparent attempts at luring in. I'm sorry, typhon don't naturally recognize human beings as beings, so they look at you like you look at a head of lettuce. They also don't really get the concept of individuality, so the idea that killing one of you isn't equivalent to cutting your hair is also totally foreign. I'm back to normal now and once again possess empathy and therefore feel really bad about that.

[Murderbot and FCG]
Now will you let me out of the cooler?

ｏｐｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｏｌｅｒ

Announcement:

Morgan has regressed into his youth as a mimic. For those of you who missed Dorsey’s second cannibalism party, a mimic is a gnarly little shit that can turn into different inanimate objects - hence the name - and is dangerous, cunning, and vicious.

I currently have him trapped in the bathroom but what I need is a small container. Like a mason jar, but badass.

Do NOT hurt him. He’s just like one of your brats. He doesn’t know any better.

Also don’t let him reproduce in your face. My emotional needs are met by one Morgan.

helLO

Doreein said that people I know arent here but I want to make sure. Can you say if you are

Will (best friend)
mama (mama)
Derrig (Will's dad)
Nel (Will's mama)
Berenie or Lita or Maeve

thank you



Also I climbed a tree and Dorein doesn't know yet so don't tell him okay?

💐🌸🏵️🌺🌻🌹🌼🌷☘️🌱🪴

I awakened this morning to discover that my husband is thirteen years older and has no recollection of Vallo. Is anyone experiencing similar difficulties?

If you just saw me with arguably more bagels in my arms than one person should probably carry walking down the street, no you fucking didn't.

BELLS HELLS

There's a bunch of fucking bagels and topping shit in the kitchen so I don't want anyone whining about me leaving empty cartons around for a while but also I just spent the night at a casino and I don't want to talk about the whys or hows or what-the-fuck-Ashtons, but instead focus on that I am now in possession of a fuckton of money and tonight we're going out and we're going to get sloppy and I'm not accepting no for an answer.

Except yeah, obviously I'll accept no for an answer because I'm not a total fucking tool, except then I'll provide the counterargument that after all the weird ass stuff and shitty BS stuff that's happened the last handful of weeks, we deserve a night out using my pile of not at all ill-gotten winnings as a distraction. It's team-building shit right here, okay. Let's fucking go.

Just, you know, after I get some sleep because fuuuuck

I have a project (Gretchen, you're going to help with this): recreating the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.

According to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, "The best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.”

Now accepting suggestions on what the people think goes in that. My first thought was "lemonade and moonshine," but I feel like it also needs to taste good if it's the best drink in existence.

I am honored to report that in 2033, we have ended the threat of Interitus for all Vallo timelines. Many are injured, but we are now able to focus on healing rather than destruction.

May fortune smile upon you in 2023 at least as much as it has smiled upon us here. We travelers will see you soon.

Please use this page to check in with your friends and family as needed.

Smiley day to you all, welcome to La Niña. I know you may still be adjusting from your journeys from the Outpost to here last night, and that's quite alright. We, ah, weren't expecting guests so the accommodations might be sparse because it's been awhile since we've had anyone stay residentially--for you traveling folk, La Niña tends to be used only as a medical safehouse for cases that require extensive medical interventions and long term care. Viktor and I run it together. It is still an active medical facility, so please don't enter any designated care areas without being accompanied by one of us, for the safety and security of our patients.

Actually, I know some of you from

So, y'know, check in just to let everyone know you got here okay, I'm going to be wheeling around parceling out supplies, getting a sense of who is where and all, and we'll try and keep you as comfy as we can.

After some deliberation, there will be three groups for tomorrow. There's the extraction team, led by Steve Rogers, that is heading to Demonikea to grab the weapon. The distraction team, led by Ashton and Lan Xichen, will head toward Soups and try to draw as many forces as possible there and away from Demonikea. Thanks to Noct's suggestion, there's a small scouting team called the rendezvousaction team? that will keep track of movements within the city, in case they don't take the bait. We don't want anyone cornered unexpectedly.

Assignments are posted on the notice board. If you have problems, take it up with your leads. I'm just the information messenger.

Ashton is also not allowed to name anything again. With that said, we're due for a new passphrase for the Outpost. You can leave your suggestions in the comment box by the mess hall.