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Wow, look, I once again just found some random stuff in my stuff this morning when I woke up, how very strange and coincidental:

- a set of dice, I think? One of them looks like a dice, but the rest are interestingly shaped *
- a marker that says COPIC on it *
- an eyepatch *
- just a fuck ton of daggers that I'm pretty sure are your make, Fen *
- a little friendship looking bracelet *
- a book that I think might be in Zemnian, Caleb *
- several sets of keys that can probably be identified by keychain *
- two different chapsticks, both vanilla latte flavored
- a black bucket hat that says "Raccoon Whisperer" on it
- a nearly empty pot of what I assume is body glitter (this is becoming tradition and makes me think younger me should have had more access back home)
- one black fingerless glove
- jar of crunchy peanut butter that might just be from our kitchen, now that I think about it
- a sewing kit with all the black thread missing, apologies
- a rainbow scrunchie
- two empty flasks this year, oh ho
- a belt that isn't one of my many belts

There also are a number of items here that I recognize from a certain shop. I will return them to you, my glorious fiance, when I bring you lunch.

Anyway, I do apologize--my fingers were incredibly sticky as a teenager due to a slew of father-based issues that we don't have to get into right now. If any of the above sounds like it belongs to you, let me know and I'll get it to you, alongside my deepest apologies and an offer for a round somewhere, because wow.

[ooc note - if an item is marked by * then it has been volunteered by someone, otherwise feel free to claim any of the other items! also poke me if you'd like to add anything to the list.]

These new teenagers we have are terrible at crime. I had another attempted pickpocketing in New Asgard this morning, and it was the sloppiest damned lift I've seen in years. What are the thiefmakers teaching them these days? Go home, practice on the dummy with the bells until you can do it without a jingle and try again.

I suppose that it's high time I've introduced myself on this, though I'm not so sure that now's the best time. I understand that events like... this happen often here though, so perhaps it is.

I'm Tom Badgerlock. I arrived here about a week and a half ago, and have spent the last week acquainting myself with... all of this. It's all very different than where I'm from, but I think I've been getting the lay of the land.

I also suspect the money I was given on my arrival won't last too terribly long, so if anyone has any work, I would be grateful for it. I can do scribe work, though I don't suppose I'll be able to try my hand at creating inks for it without better acquainting myself with the local flora. I've done work in the past as a farmhand, and can do manual labour. Most recently I was employed as the valet and bodyguard of a particular lord, and then was recruited into the Queen's guard. I'm most proficient with an axe, though I can use a sword if necessary.

Alright I've wandered about and remembered a bit more. I have missed the food. And the lack of horse shit on the street. And I suppose all the layabouts living on my train.

Or at least I would've missed those things if I remembered this place yesterday. Anyway, let's not talk about the eye patch, alright? I've felt sorry for myself enough for one day. Come by the club for a drink on me. Or a punch if that's more your style. I doubt I'll be here long enough for the matches to roll around.

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

For years now, Brenda has been trading Outlander information for her own power and safety. Powers, abilities, known locations, friends, and family. Those people often became the targets of Interitus' control and became thralls or were killed out of fear.

I have documents and voice recordings, if anyone wants proof. She did it under her own volition, not out of fear or blackmail or coercion.

Brenda's dead now.


I have a cache of sleep darts and smoke bombs for tomorrow, if anyone would like to nip a few. I plan to take as many thrall'd people out of the fight safely as I can with the darts, in hopes that none of them have to die before this is fixed. If anyone touches Jacob, you'll join Br

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What's up, assholes. Using these things so you folks in the past are up to speed on where the fuck we're at with all this stuff. I'm not apologizing for my handwriting.

So the info that our time traveling wizard duo was able to pull from 2023 (with the help of you fine nerds back there too, thank you for that) was actually good shit, because as of a bit ago we were able to use it to figure out where the weapon is at that we can use to take down Interitus once you folks in the past destroy the simulacrum. It's in the city, because of fucking course it is, hidden away.

Naturally this means we have to put a group together to extract it. We've got our secret hidey hole way into the city to get in, but we're going to need a mix of Sneaky Shits and Fighty Fucks to do it, so ivolunteerastribute.gif and all that shit below, visitors and our regular crew alike. As always, this isn't a guaranteed safety sort of situation, but we'll need to get a lay of the land ahead of time to at least mitigate. They're a bunch of dicks, though, so no doubt something will come up so know that before you step up.

More details incoming once we have a better idea as to the group we're looking at and once we've got it secure, that's one step closer to getting this asshole fucking gone.

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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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Okay. Right. Three things:

1. SERIOUSLY?!?!?!
2. Bonnie? Lizzie? Everyone else I know? Who's still around?
3. How is it that I'm at the DOA for literally five minutes and Brenda was already in my space talking about her latest attempt at being her own boss????
4. SERIOUSLY?

Okay so it was four, but number one really needed to be repeated.

Alright Vallo, back me up here. When you're twins, there's no such thing as an older sibling or a younger sibling because you're twins. The whole point is that you're the same age, right?

Oh yes oh OH I like this one. Or wait what's this one? Oh that's very nice too. BOLD. Dramatic! Very good.


Right sorry, don't mind me! Just having a bit of hwyl with all this brilliant technology. Miss Frye was most helpful and charming. Especially for an Englishwoman! Oh bugger where are my manners? My name is Owain Glyndŵr. I've been assured no one wants me dead here and she even said that with a straight face, so I've now put my true identity in your hands, good people of Vallo! I suppose it doesn't really matter anyway as I am most definitely dead. I think. The spell certainly felt like a dud. That's what I get for trusting Artemus with the sleep spell. Not the most reliable chap in my inner circle. Excellent at turning into a tree though! Really, just incredible.

What was I going to say? Oh! Does anyone want to take an old man for a ride in one of those automobile things? It looks exciting! Actually any other suggestions for exciting things to do would be appreciated!

[FILTERED TO SHIRO & KEITH'S FRIENDS]

Kipp is with us now. I desperately wish it were under less horrible circumstances. I'm sorting out the legalities still but the fae should stay out of it since his parents were exiled due to Zephyr being part human. We hope anyway. Kipp is a little over two. He's doing okay all things considered. My heart breaks every time he asks for one of his parents and I'm not sure how much to tell him yet. We're going to see a child psychologist and see what they think is the best course of action for Kipp's sake.

Anyway. I'm not I need please bear with us while we sort everything out. Sara, I'm going to have to miss some work but I'll keep up on paperwork and I'll come in if there's an emergency.

Well, judging from the network scrolling I've done, I'm not sure a week is enough time to consider myself "acclimated" to Vallo. But it probably is enough time before I introduce myself.

Hey, Outlanders - Bobbi Morse. Just signed myself up for Defense Team A with the DOA this morning. (Captain Rogers, I hear that means we're working together again. Looking forward to it.) Gotten myself about a dozen bagels from Glenn since I've been here, a couple of new-arrival free drinks from the various bars, and heard some rave reviews about an Italian restaurant in "the Void"? Haven't tracked that down yet, but I will.

Any other suggestions for Vallo musts I should add to the to-do list?

[FILTERED TO FRANCIS BARTON]

Hi. I hope this isn't too weird for you, since we haven't officially met, but I assume you've heard I'm here. Pepper and Tony have told me all about you - and Kate has, too, actually. She's chatty.

I know I'm not the same person as your mom, and I wouldn't dare try to be, but I'd like to get to know you, if you'd be interested in that.

I'm going to have to just go ahead and purchase one of those fancy espresso machines for anyone who has assisted me with my return to Vallo, because at this rate I'm never going to be able to afford coffees for everyone who has gotten me back into my various locked accounts.

I'm very sorry. We didn't have computers where I'm from. We had guards, and you could usually just kill those when you wanted past them. We're all learning together.

This is awfully strange. Both the situation and this device. My name is Emily Roland and I arrived two days ago. I am staying with Captain Laurence and Temeraire in the Covert.

I never thought I would say this (there are many things that I never thought I would say until Vallo, so I really ought to stop being surprised), but I think that a weekend's worth of relaxation with my glorious and handsome better half has been overturned this morning thanks to those mad mushrooms. I will be cleaning plant matter out of my hair for days, I can feel it.

Shaun, I'm afraid this means we need more time away once this is all taken care of. Alas.