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We've received word recently that a member of Ankou hasn't been seen since last March. This isn't official, he has not been reported missing. Some of you may remember him though, as he was active on this network for a little while. Eli Grimsbane. Last seen headed toward the Fae realm for a party. Ankou is fairly private, but people talk. If anyone has seen him or sees him in the meantime, I'd appreciate if you could let myself of Sabrina know.

Literally just had someone from a Councilwoman's office hand me a Ron Swanson permit. Where all it said was "I can do what I want. Jennifer."

Government. The job for which not enough coffee or wine exists.

How many drunk ~incredibly powerful~ magic users does it take to teleport home?

(more than three apparently)




And thank you to everyone that came to prom! This commo commm community never fails to impress me with the support and just know that the kids appree appreciate you just as much as I do. I'm incredibly grateful.

Also I hope you all took food because duck fuck me there was so much of it.

[note - please pretend teddy is green in all of his icons ty]

So I'm not really unused to being green since it's sort of my normal Skrull state, I guess? But usually when I shift, I can control the color? And usually when I'm human, I'm just me?

Anyway, I'm forever green.

I assume this is related to the flower weirdness everyone else has been tackling, so that's the last time I try to pick a fresh flower for you, Billy.

[ Filtered to People Over the Age of 18 ]

Hello, children? Any tiny children? No? No children? Great, the fucking filter worked. I've got a lot to process here; children are the antithesis of process, and fuck, you people have a lot of them.

Okay, right, introduce myself: I'm Avicenna, new person, from a crap world (like apparently a-l-l of you, holy shit) but alternate universes are also like, known so while my whelm is on the high side of 'over', I'm picking up what you're putting down, and I have about-- ten fucking MILLION questions but okay, this place is apparently "super amazing supportive and awesome" so I'll just go for this one: I don't want a free bagel (whatever that is); what I want are glasses so I can fucking see all of this weirdness. Do you guys do glasses? Free healthcare? What kind of utopia are we in exactly? Do I need to blow someone? Because I'll definitely need to see to do that right; we've got ourselves a real quagmire. I need details on your medical system and currency, thanks bye.

Also: your network is neat. I tried to break it three times and some autonomaton who called itself Deathface or whatever threatened to kill me, so, gearing up for time #4.

I am not from a world with things like high school and pep rallies (this is something I just learned about, in fact, and am certain I would have absolutely hated every second of it as a teen), so I didn't know what prom was until it was explained to me and hey, guess what. We're having a prom for so-called grown ups.

So: as long as we aren't displaced in time or space or fighting monsters, anyone 18+ is invited to adult prom on June 10, the theme being Under the Sea, which I was told is one of a handful of popular themes for these kinds of events. All proceeds from ticket costs will be going to the youth center, as well as any added donations and such at the event itself. The usual suspects will be there: good food, open bar, music, and other surprises.

There will be a contest for best Proprom ProposalPr Promsal Promposal to go along with this. This is another thing I had never heard of, but here we are, learning things together. If you make a bit of a fun fuss asking your date to prom with you, record it, send it to vvessar@vcyc.org, and there will be votes during the event on the best promposal. The couple/pair/duo that wins will get bragging rights and a weekend package for two at Galdin Quay.

All right, questions? I'll try to answer them or make something up. Otherwise, hope you'll be there.

I've spent the last 542 hours devising a plan to prevent what happened in Shit Future from happening here. I plotted instead of watching a lot of really good media, which should indicate the seriousness with which I take your continued breathing. We're going to address this threat with multiple levels of response: 1) we fix the faulty port traditionally used for hacking (sayonara shithead), 2) we create a new, quarantined module for the implementation of downloads and updates so that they'll be assessed for murdery vibes prior to installation, and 3) if that fails, a killswitch to power me down remotely. I'm giving it to Morgan.

There, I did it, I figured it out, the future won't happen, my carbon-based parts can stop producing stress hormones any time now.

...


fuck.

Murderbot out.

[MIND LINK TO TENNAL]

Everything is irrationally annoying today. Tell me something good.

We've found the location of the simulacrum. Between access to books, connections with the local covens, and feet on the ground we were able to narrow it down and then confirm its location on Surtr's Sword. We've shared our research with the defense teams so they can begin to coordinate retrieval so we're ready for the 6th.

Huge thank you to everyone who has been working tirelessly to track this down.

Some other things to note.
- We found magic dead zones deeper in the forest. Patches of area where magic isn't working anymore.
- There are theories that the Temporal Concurrence is what originally started to bring Outlanders to Vallo (not confirmed, just thought it was interesting).
- During the height of the Temporal Concurrence there's probably going to be some Big Magic being worked here. This may lead to nothing, it may end being a big pain in the ass, but it seems to be the day to try and pull of the more impressive spells if you couldn't do it normally.

How are you holding up in 2033?

EDIT: I forgot to tell everyone in 2033 that yesterday was the return of the Geese from a few years ago. The violent ones that kidnapped people. Everyone is okay, but there was chaos. And probably geese on the menu for the next several days.

I don't know what any other scouts are seeing, but there's significant troop movement in the northwest and at the Vallo City perimeter. Interitus is gearing up for something. Blue, I'll have a full report for you when I get back.

Watch yourselves out there.

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[OOC - Please note that in any visuals, Essek has longer hair and an eyepatch over his left eye with visible scarring on that side of his face/ear/head k ty bye.]

This is so awkwa Figured out time travel, but did not plan how to

Hello. It feels odd to introduce myself as many of you already know me, but I am Essek Widogast and I'm here with Caleb (also) Widogast. If my husband's perfect recall can be relied upon, which I am willing to stake most everything on it, the versions of us that you know normally should still be deep within the Aeor that was brought to Vallo, being very much themselves while surrounded by ancient Exandrian magic and technology.

Which is to say, and I'm doing a poor job of getting to the point, we are from a different timeline and time. A few hours ago, we were in 2033 within a branch of the future that is hopefully not your own. The Temporal Concurrence and the aligning of the leylines does, it seem, allow for some otherwise so-called impossible magic when one(s) puts many months of work into entirely too many sleepless nights their wizard mind(s) to it.

I cannot promise to keep a long story short as there are many moving parts and I tend to be accidentally verbose in the best of times, but I think many of you may remember the attack from Interitus that happened in August of 2021. He was not as gone as we had all hoped and is now wreaking havoc upon my and Caleb's timeline. Thanks to the concurrence and the influx of magic, our intel is advising that he is planning on ascending beyond his current form into something akin to godhood. Should he do so, his powers will be made more or less limitless and there will be no stopping him from traveling freely within timelines to destroy every version of Vallo, as has been his will all along. Our version has just been practice for him.

As for why we have broken through literal time and space to visit the past, we are seeking aid. This has already been discussed with the DOA, but there are a few things that we are here for specifically.

First, Interitus is using a simulacrum of sorts as a power focus, which has allowed him to bide his time in our world and eventually build up enough power in secret to take over. We believe that this simulacrum had already arrived in March of 2023--in February, specifically. We do not know where, but our hope is that you fine people will be able to locate and destroy it, specifically at the height of the concurrence to not give away our plans.

Second, Caleb and I are in search of a very specific tome from the Great Library. We unfortunately do not have access to the Library in our time as you do now, but we believe that the tome we are looking for has information regarding locating the object needed to pierce through Interitus's magical defenses. If any librarian friends are willing to volunteer to help with that, as we do need this before we return to our time tomorrow, it would be greatly appreciated.

Finally, and I realize that this is the largest ask of them all, a vision from one of the Prigany psychics has shown us that there are specific people in the future that aid in the efforts. Our understanding is that these people come to us from your timeline and travel to our own. We have a list of those people, who I will be filtering separately with more information. Please know there is no expectation. We are not here to force anyone to help, regardless of psychic visions.

This is long and a great deal of information for a Monday, I understand. Caleb and I are here to answer any questions that we can--at least those questions that do not pose more harm to the timelines than our being here already might.

FILTER TO AURORA MORNINGSTAR, BILLY KAPLAN, BO DENNIS, COBB VANTH, DANIEL ARLINGTON, GALADRIEL HIGGINS, GANSEY, GLADIO AMICITIA, IRIS AMICITIA, KATOU YUE, KELLACH DONNALLEN, KRATOS, LAN XICHEN, LILA PITTS, LYDIA MARTIN, ORYM, OSTYIA RABALSKA, REMUS LUPIN, ROGIER, SAM WILSON, SARA LANCE, STEVE HARRINGTON, TALLY CRAVEN, TENNAL HALKANA, THOM SUMMER, TYLER LOCKWOOD, VEX'AHLIA + CALEB WIDOGAST

( OOC cut because I know this is getting long I AM SORRY. )

I'm dealing with something that I want to be up front about. I discovered I'm a Reader now. A mind reader that is. I wasn't at home but this place and its strangeness doesn't seem to care about that. I'm working on my mental shields so I don't just go stomping around inside people's heads. Our brand of reading can be especially invasive. I thought I was doing pretty good, but today was stressful at the DOA office thanks to network trouble and a broken printer and an angry local filing a complaint, so.

I slipped up. Twice. I apologized to the people whose minds I violated, but it still happened and I don't want to pretend there's no chance it'll happen again. I'm looking into farm work in case I can't lock this down fast. Please know that I have no desire to be inside anyone's mind but Tenn uninvited.

Anyway, long story short, today sucked. Kind of wish I was still in a toga learning how to shoot pool.

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if any of you shits makes fun of me I WILL hang you upside down by a signpost that reads 'fucknut' until you cede consciousness



a haircut?

I've never had one. I realize it's a method of self-expression. My hair is composed of organic materials but it doesn't grow so there's never been a need. But.

??? What should I do?

Alright, so here's the thing. I've been here a fucking second now and I've got my people, but there's a lot of you people out there that I'm damn curious about. And, you know what, no matter how long you've been squatting here, be it fucking forever or you got here yesterday, you are damn curious about some people, too. So it's time for a drinking game, just without the drinking unless you are drinking on this weird exchange of a Da'leysen afternoon, in which case, fucking great, you're my kind of people.

Anyway, the game is simple. Point out something that you're curious about the person, then follow it up with a hearty what the fuck is up with that. (Don't actually have to say that, but it's highly encouraged and you're open to judgement if you don't.)

For example, someone could look at me and go: You're green, asshole. What the fuck is up with that? And then I'd answer.

And that's the game. Real fucking simple.

Also, I don't fucking know everyone around, so feel free to chime in so other folks can reply to you and get nosy. It's a gods damn free for all, okay. You reply, people ask questions, you ask questions, just fucking ask questions alright, go.

[FILTERED TO MAGIC PEOPLE & SURIT.]

Are any of you adept at dealing with the mind? I guess it would be considered magical to you. Magical minds. I just need to know how fucked I am if something goes sideways. I have a few small questions, minuscule even, but I figured one of you would be able to answer.

You know what doesn't happen every day? This weird group of people kidnapping you off the street to buy them alcohol and then refusing to let you leave the group because you need to "loosen" up and dragging you so many places in a city you're not even familiar with AND THEN your phone dies so you have to steal a charger because they lost your wallet.

I had someone's grandmother doing a lap dance on me. It's like she refused to believe a person her age was at a higher risk for hip dislocation doing that. Though maybe Sheila was right and I'd still be able to do that for her at that age if she bit me damn it I miss her

I need a ride from [address] and a hot shower and to never leave the apartment again.

I am looking for two things.

First: with Scorpia being gone I'm searching for someone who can manage the front of the house when it comes to the tea shop. Looking for someone who will not murder the difficult customers with violence but with kindness and help other employees. I can do this to an extent, though my patience with the general public thins with every interaction.

Second: the owner of a glowing sword that seems to have its own mind? Reminds me of Clo I don't sense any threatening energy and it seems oddly cheerful. It followed me home after an early walk around the forest this morning. I'll let it stay at my cottage until someone claims it.