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Today is my birthday! Happy birthday to meeeeeee!

[Stacia clears her throat.]

After some serious thought and because this place is disgusting, I have elected to turn seventeen again. To that effect, please feel free to greet me in person with whatever seventeen-and-under age you like, especially where Jorg employees can hear so as to sow confusion amongst their ranks.
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Alright, locking this because if the guys in the other rooms are being anything like us there's messes we don't need the corps seeing us fuckin' making, or worse, but whatever, point is:

[ South holds up a colour printout of all the current Hires faces, with all the teens and younger circled, but numerous others' faces crossed through with Xs:

Guts
Kevin Armstrong
Breq Mianaai
Ronald McDonald
Alia
Dan Sagittarius
Agent Washington
Agent New York
Agent South Dakota
Sarah Kerrigan
Aiden Price
Lavernius Tucker
Carolina
Agent North Dakota
Nora Valkyree
Sam Winchester
Brandon Saint John
Rune Saint John
Garviel Loken
Mackenzie Haynes
Rogue ]


We found a fuckin' doozy. Gonna guess the crosses mean we specifically weren't what this thing was fuckin' looking for in a target for copying.

Like we said earlier, we also found Santa's sack in the shower like the thing was trying to wash it out and a whole lot of candy it probably dumped from it. The closet in here was missing a medium uniform and the locks in here are all fucked, but like... carefully fucked. And... that's it? [ she looks over at Kerrigan as if to confirm, then back at the camera ] So far, anyway.

What the fuck's everyone else found? Assuming we haven't been the only team actually getting shit done.
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[That horrible alert sound goes off on all their communicators, and after three minutes, Richard Washburn shows up on the screen. He clearly hasn’t sleep, although he’s just as clearly doing his best to hide that fact.]

Good early morning, hires. Unfortunately, it seems like there’s been very little forward progress on identifying which of you is the shapeshifter, and just as little progress finding the body of whomever it’s impersonating. We’ve spoken with some of our foremost scientists and they believe with a significant degree of certainty that this Stuff creature can only impersonate child-friendly figures.

Some of you have petitioned me and have made compelling cases that no child would ever want anything to do with you, and as such I’m clearing you for release for an internal mission to find the body of the person who was replaced by the impersonator. The following people are cleared to leave…Mr. Price, Mr. Winchester, Agent South Dakota, Agent Washington, Ms. Burnham, Ms. Kerrigan, Alia, Agent Tucker, Mr. Loken, Ms. Haynes, Guts, and…Mr. McDonald.

Hopefully they’ll be alive still.

For the rest of you, it’s been pointed out to me that there are ways you may be able to examine each other and determine who among you is a shapeshifter, and that you may need to demonstrate powers or look at each other in person. As such, while the living quarters as a whole remain locked, you are all released from your dorms and may mingle with each other.

The higher-ups have gotten impatient with this entire thing, so if you haven’t identified the imposter in the next…[he checks his watch]…two hours, my hand may be forced and I may need to utilize your collars to see if we can use discomfort to force the creature to reveal itself.

Please continue to keep me updated.
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[In the middle of the night, when even the night watch shifts should be pacing through the dorm area, there’s a peal of noise from the communicators impossible to ignore or sleep through. It’s clearly an alarm of some sort, like tornado alerts back on Earth. It goes on for solid three minutes, long enough for everyone to move on from being woken by it to loathing it, before a message shows up on the communicators-

-and the doorways out of each of the dorms are sealed with a semi-translucent forcefield.

On the communicator screen, Richard Washburn shows up and straightens his tie.
]

Hello, employees. Believe me, I’m not any happier about this midnight interruption than you are, but we’re currently in a state of – mild – emergency. I don’t want anyone to get overly excited, but until the situation is resolved, you will remain in your dorms. Depending on how long this takes, all activities scheduled for tomorrow morning have been suspended.

The reason for this is that we have an intruder in your living quarters. We have this footage from a few weeks ago.

[A new image shows up on the communicator: a security camera video of a Santa Claus with a line of the highest executive-level parents and their small children waiting to tell him their wishlist. A little girl in pigtails and a sparkly t-shirt of a Christmas tree hops up onto his lap.

“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa says, and he boops her nose. “Aren’t you a peach? Tell me, little one. What would you like for Christmas?”

“I want a big plastic spider!” the girl says excitedly.

“A creepy little child, aren’t you? Well, that’s just swell, because that’s my favorite flavor,” Santa says, and then – blurry on the security camera footage – transforms into a mass of black goo, latching onto the little girl’s face and suctioning to stay on. The child’s mother screams and yanks her daughter away, and the footage shows pure pandemonium as some parents lunge forward to help the mother with her daughter while other parents snatch their own children and start running. In all the chaos, the black goo vanishes.

Washburn flicks the footage away and reappears on the screen.
]

Thankfully, there were no fatalities in this incident, and after we couldn’t find any evidence of the attacker, we assumed that it was a freak incident of the Stuff. However, there was recently another unsuccessful attack on a teenager by this same creature posing as one of the tutors on the Rig, and then again on another thankfully unharmed child disguised as another child, and then on another child under the guise of a children’s television show host named “Mr. Rogers”, and tonight-

[He takes a deep breath, annoyed, as if this is somehow the Hires’ faults.]

-tonight we found a security breach to your floor, and we have good reason to believe that the shapeshifter is posing as one of you.

We know this: we know it poses as figures appealing to children, so for obvious reasons, you won’t be allowed anywhere near any Jorgmund staff whatsoever until this is resolved. We know that its ability to disguise itself is relatively seamless. And we know that it preys on minors.

If you can determine who among you isn’t at all appealing to children, we can consider releasing you from your dorm and discussing next steps to search out whoever’s been replaced.

If this starts taking long enough that it jeopardizes the Jorgmund’s mission, we may start taking more drastic measures to ensure that we aren’t harboring any imposters.

I’ll keep you updated if you keep me updated.
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So, we've got a load of new people, and that means it's time for me to do the only thing it feels like I get on these comms to do anymore: AMAs.

For you new people, I find it helps when we get together and explain a little bit about ourselves, any powers we have, and our skillsets. That way we know what we're starting with and what we can build off of. So, please, come and introduce yourselves and be willing to answer questions.

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Dec. 31st, 2020 07:20 pm
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Hello. I've been working on this in my spare time, and I think it's finally suitable for limited public consumption. This is a game we came up with while testing network connections at home. I've found I miss it, so I've replicated it here.

[ There's a download for a file: pomparty.exe. ]

Instructions are available from the title screen. It's intended for two players, but I've added the ability to have the computer act as your second if nobody is available. There's a difficulty adjustment with a sliding scale from "worse than Chief Roberts" to "better than me," so I think most people will be able to find something suitable within that range.

Please let me know if you find any bugs. I've tested on my own, but if there's one thing I have faith in, it's the ability of a user to do things with software that the programmers never imagined, let alone intended.


[ Congratulations, Rig, you now have a robust two player Puyo Pop at your disposal. Enjoy. ]
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[cw: mention of death arenas, and a little blood.]

[He briefly got an explanation on what the little lock thing means. In a little while it'll make him hopeful because ongoing locked communication is a great thing if you want to rebel. Right now he's bristling with too much annoyance to find anything heartening.]

[He turns the comm on and spends a good half hour with it first, figuring out the interface. It's not as intuitive for him as it might have been for some others, but he gets there. The hover mode is neat. That's a new one. Again, when he is less pissed off, he'll be excited and want to know how it works.]

[Right now he needs to vent somewhere and if the Rig staff can't see the locked posts, only other people trapped here like him will see it. If the other New Hires sell him out and tell the staff he's faking the stupidity thing, they're all doomed from a lack of cooperation anyway.]

Hi.

[The young man on the screen is noticeably small, compared to the bunk he's sitting on. In his world? He's taller than his some of his family, lanky but muscular. In other worlds, where people are absolute giants, he's small and wiry in comparison. Guy is only 5'4" and his entire frame matches that. It isn't like he's a teen or an adult with stunted growth, he's just a tiny fully grown adult, complete with muscles that make the top part of his coveralls fit a little tightly.]

[They didn't give him back his hair tie, so he's using an extra bootlace for that and tying a little ponytail on the top of his head as he speaks. His hair is on the coarse end and otherwise it just sticks up all over.]

I'm Guy. Guy Crood. [Really, it was official, the last name.] I'm sure this Jorgmund is just super, I really am. I am just so happy to be here. Because I got kidnapped from my perfectly nice world with stunning natural wonders, and my family, and a farm with all the food I could eat, to a broken nightmare city where they made us repeatedly fight to the death and brought us back to life, as a way to terrorize and control their slaves with a show of power.

And then! And then I had the stunningly good fortune to get away from that world because of a bunch of magic dust, and then I wound up here! In a rolling tin can. [He knows what cans are. A lot of arena food came in cans.] With lightning in my stomach they can trigger any time to make me do what they want.

Not only did I not magically get sucked back home instead - to my family and my beautiful, wonderful mate, who all probably think I got dragged off and eaten by a predator - I also got pulled away from all my friends who are trying to survive in said gruesome death matches in the other nightmare future place.

[He holds up a finger.]

Actually, excuse me for a second.

[He is visibly shaking with anger over his circumstances and he starts exorcising those feelings by standing up and repeatedly kicking his locker in, denting it.]

[In between kicks, he keeps talking, his voice halfway between annoyed and conversational.]

I'm sure you're all very nice people! I look forward to getting to know you!

[He finishes his little attack by punching the locker so hard he splits his knuckles open. Then he sits down again, just letting them bleed.]

So, first question: Do they make us kill each other here?

Second question: If not, then who do they make us kill, because you don't put electricity in people's stomachs unless you want them to do something horrible.

[He adds brightly.]

...that they probably excuse as some kind of unfortunate, sad necessity because the modern world is just so complicated after you blow it up, how could someone from prehistoric times possibly understand? Look how evolved they are, they've probably got penicillin and everything!
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[Brand has been kidnapped, disarmed, and tortured with bad slide shows, electric shocks, and small talk. Today can officially get fucked. At least fallout from the fucking "Go-Away bombs" hasn't suppressed his bond to Rune -- he can feel him just fine, even if he's not entirely sure what to make about the emotions he's getting. But that can be resolved and soon as he fucking finds Rune, which would be easier if he had any fucking idea of where to start.

The sensor in front of the Mess only gets a scowl, and Brand stalks off to find another place to hole up and try and get in touch with Rune. It doesn't take him long to find something that looks like a corporate break room threw up on itself.

When an unfamiliar face appears on the network, it's wearing a near-homicidal expression, because that's just how Brand looks when he doesn't fucking know where Rune is.]


Where the [BEEP] is Rune Saint John?

[Do you answer this angry stranger about one of your fellow New Hires? Or do you try to find out more?]
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[Someone has spent the last few hours holed up reading through everything on the network. Everything. Every post on both the public and encrypted networks, every comment, every introduction. He might have made notes if he'd had any paper, but for now he's just keeping it all in his head. And it's a lot.

But finally, he gets around to making a post himself. The new face that pops up on the comms is young, though the exact age is hard to determine – one of those baby faces that could be anywhere from like twelve to eighteen. He seems thoroughly unimpressed as he sits back to stare down the communicator screen.]


Wow, the corporate hellscape was pretty bad, but apparently there's a murderer on the loose, too? You'd think they'd at least switch up the genre this time.

[Who is "they"? Well, that's what he'd like to know.

But his expression abruptly changes, all childish excitement and wonder. He grins down at the communicator, nearly bouncing with excess energy.]


But how cool! A special network secret from Jorgmund? It's like we're spies! I'm sure with everyone working together, we can get out of this whole mess!

[Aw, how nice. Unfortunately, that optimistic energy suddenly disappears as the smile drops off his face, replaced with a sly smirk.]

Is that what I'm supposed to say? You're all pretty naive if you really think this network is any safer than the other one! I guess that's how so many of you have gotten picked off by just one killer, huh? What, did you just skip up to this mystery lady like "heeeyyy, you totally won't peel my face off, right?" and expect to be best friends?

[ bitch that's rude ]

Aaaanyway, I guess it's pretty standard to introduce ourselves on these things. Pretty rude of you guys to not even bother meeting people properly in person, but whatevs!

[He leans back in his seat, sizing up the communicator like it's an actual person prostate before him, and spreads his arms in a theatrical gesture.]

I'm Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader. I'm sure we're all gonna be the best of friends!

[A cheery smile, completely shameless as he tacks on at the end:]

But that's a lie. You should probably know I'm a liar.
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