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[ Hello, the Rig. There's a young woman with the most shockingly lilac colored eyes ever to be seen peering into the camera on her communication device. She looks awkward and a little uncomfortable in the issue jumpsuit. She smiles, though. It's a very bright, winning smile, too. ]

Er, hello honoreds. My name is Lieutenant Tisarwat, of the Radch.

I'm not sure how i came to be here, but now that I am I'll be doing my best to fit in and pitch in where I can, and I hope that we'll be able to work together in the future!

[ For all her discomfort she manages to come across pretty genuine. ]

I do have a small request, however. Does anyone know where I can get some...

[ AHEM. ]

Some gloves?

princesspower

...I was supposed to be going on a road-trip!

[ She sounds... angry. Or maybe just irritated. ]

Have I been gone? Tell me if I've been gone!

[ Canon update time! ]

piper90npcs

[Washburn sends this by all-hires text, rather than announcement. Anyone who responds will be responding "reply all".]

Good afternoon, all of you. I have good news for you. You all performed well beyond our expectations in rooting out the child-stalking intruder. I speak for everyone here in saying that the favor is more than appreciated, especially since your actions ensured that the crisis was handled with zero losses to property or persons. The culinary staff have been authorized to issue one additional cup of Jell-O at dinner tonight as a token of that gratitude. Have a nice, productive day. -R. Washburn

princesspower

[ Adora fidgets with her communicator, staring at the screen, her brow furrowed as the video feed starts up. She's in a bed in the infirmary, with some bandaging on her head where she's was previously bleeding from the scalp. She looks tired, mostly. ]

Hey everybody. I just - I guess I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let myself get taken out like that. Everyone had to deal with that because of me. I screwed up. I won't let it happen again. Uh - I guess that's about it.

bananaclip

I've been here a little while and I've read back a lot of the stuff on the network.

Some of you are smart enough that you'll figure out who I am immediately but, I have to ask — really? Really??

You get on this network and you talk about your old lives like no one you know from back where you came from is going to show up and ruin everything for you.

And you talk like you don’t expect these Jorgmund people to hold some of that stuff over your head, either.

I’m sorry, but I’m a lot more private than that. You know? I’m smarter than that. I’m not willing to ruin everything by talking too much.

PS – Anyone who guesses who I am gets one of those shitty beers from the cafeteria dumped over their head. Mind your business.

piper90npcs

[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.

tarnishedavenger

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.

morebetter

[ooc: Mac's opt-out post, as this thread will undoubtedly contain misogyny, alcoholism, homophobia, etc, is here.]

So it’s come to this. Some of you have reached out to me, and I don’t blame you, for dating advice. I am, after all, very experienced in scoring with women, and they usually find me pretty irresistible as well, as the walk-in clinic can attest.

Anyways. I used to have a system called the “M.A.C.”, a.k.a. “Move in After Completion”, where I’d help my buddy seduce a chick by pretending to be the booksmart friend and then when he ghosted her, I’d go comfort-bang her, but it turns out that that got really old after a while because they’d like, cry all the time, and women are already gross and whiny enough before they’re crying, and also she’s expect you to read her poetry or something and that’s really gay. So I dropped that one. I guess I recommend it if you’re really into getting snot all over your shoulder and pretending you give a ████, but that’s a weird kink, bro.

There’s also one I’m pretty sure works, which is breaking and entering into someone’s house to make sure they know that you’ve scoped out the weaknesses in their security system and thus, are a more securer person than whatever idiot originally installed it. That demonstrates your mastery of protecting them. If you do it in the middle of the night, and you don’t wake them up, you can use that time in the morning to do some pushups or practice your karate or something so that when they come downstairs and see you, their first thought is holy ████, that dude is RIPPED, and I’m going to let him into my body’s ████ areas immediately.

Finally, the best dating advice I can give is to lie. Lie about everything. The more you lie, the more mysterious you are. If you lie, for example, about being a secret agent fighting the KGB, and they start to ask you what that’s like, you can look at them very seriously and go [putting on a serious, dark, movie-style voice] “I could tell you but I’d have to kill you” and they’ll just swoon in mystery. You don’t even have to lie about cool stuff. You can pretend you have a car and then say [putting on a serious, dark, movie-style voice again] “I could tell you but I’d have to kill you” and they’re going to assume you drive a flying Lambo for the mob that goes to space or something, and there is nothing, nothing, nothing sexier than having sex with someone you don’t trust and know nothing about who says he’s gonna kill you.

Anyway, apply literally any of these, and you losers will be swimming in ████ by sundown.

( I’ve made a visual aid for the illiterates. )

acroodawakening

[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!

71lines

So, after Catra's birthday surprise, I kind of got to wondering. I mean, I'm nineteen. [She'd been eighteen when she first arrived here, but... Well. She hadn't announced her birthday, nor had Jorgmund advertised it for her.] Catra's twenty now. I guess that means Adora's nineteen or twenty. How old are the rest of you?

whethertheyshould

[ This video is posted at about 7:00 in the morning by a haggard-looking Malcolm. He seems to fumble with his device a bit, peering at the camera as he determines whether it's truly turned on. Then he sets the device down on a stand and begins to speak. ]

Ah, good morning. I've been looking over the available information we have on the murders and I've, ah, I've picked up a pattern that I'm not sure anyone else has mentioned. If they have, I've simply missed that post, but I what I have noticed is that most of the victims worked in Jorgmund's finance department. Uh, furthermore, the rates of pay and roles within the company continually escalated as the murders went on.

This pattern is so exact that the most recent stabbings seem like some kind of anomaly. I wonder if we should warn the CFO that he seems to be targeted, should this pattern continue.

[ Not that he has any love for Jorgmund, but he doesn't want to see someone get mercilessly stabbed, no matter how much of a capitalist they are. ]

(( ooc: this post was made with permission of the mods after asking for any available clues that Malcolm might have picked up on. ))

heterochrocatic

[ Whoever is using Catra's comm is standing at the foot of her hospital bed. Probably one of the medical staff or some other Jorgmund pencil pusher. Catra is sitting up, still bandaged but much grumpier than usual (or just as grumpy as usual?). A pair of nurses, along with a couple of other Jorgmund employees are crowded around her bed, one of them holding a plate on which sits a small, sad looking cupcake in which someone has stuck a very lonely candle. The fellow holding the plate, a rather selnder man with too-large glasses and too-cheery disposition, speaks. ]

We want to congratulate Catra on her continuing recovery and wish her a very happy twentieth birthday from all of us at Jorgmund. We understand that it's been a bit of a rough time for some of you lately, and thought this might help raise morale. All together now.

[ The group launches into a slightly off-key rendition of 'Happy Birthday to You' and Catra seems to sink down into her bedclothes, as if it might help her disappear from this plane of existence. Having no such luck, she is forced to sit through the song. ]

Go ahead and blow out the candle, Catra.

[ Catra looks like she would rather do anything except blow out the candle. Maybe even go toe-to-toe with the killer again. In spite of this, she leans forward and gives a half-heard puff of breath, which extinguishes the candle. Styrofoam plate is carefully balanced on her bedside table, and the glasses-wearing guy, no doubt from HR, takes the comm. ]

Go ahead and leave Catra some birthday wishes. I'm sure that hearing from her fellow employees will be just the thing to help her get back on her feet as soon as possible.

[ The comm is deposited into Catra's lap. She stares at the camera, then plants her face in her hands. ]

I swear if ant of you say anything...

ragefeathers

First of all ████ this shit.

[ Mackenzie Haynes is one very unhappy looking young woman. She is dressed in the typical new hire garment and she glares at the camera on her device like she might be able to burn a hole in it. That changes to an almost unhinged level of outrage when she realizes that the application is bleeping out her curse word. ]

What the ████?

Why can't I say ████?

So not only did I get ████ing kidnapped, I can't even cuss about it? This is bull████.

heterochrocatic

[ Much like poor Tenten, Catra is broadcasting live from the infirmary. In fact, if you squint you'll probably be able to see which bed she's in to relation to Tenten. The poor woman has been bandaged to hell and back, her head wrapped in dressings, though there's enough visible for it to be clear that whatever happened to her, it was necessary for that big, poofy mane of hair to be shorn away in order for it to be treated.

At least she's not missing half her face. When she speaks, her voice is rough and croaky. She's still recovering from whatever it was that happened to her a few days back. ]

I guess I'm alive. Don't everyone celebrate at once.

[ The jab is accompanied by a weak smile. ]

What'd I miss?

71lines

[Well, someone's seen better days. The harsh fluorescent lighting of medical already fails to do anyone any favors, but for someone in Tenten's condition, the negatives are probably a little more accented. The right side of her face is covered in fading yellow and green bruises and almost-healed cuts. The left is simply bandaged over, like a mask. Beeping sounds in the background confirm what the awful looking paper gown and the pathetic pillow under her head hint: she's still undergoing treatment.

She reaches up with a hand and adjusts the screen she's viewing on. Her comm was destroyed, so she's using Medical's screens to broadcast. Whether or not this is allowed might be in question, but sharp eyes might spot the reflection of someone in the room with her in the highly polished surfaces around her.]

Lady Fifth. [Her voice is still off. Words slightly slurred. And her eye isn't quite focused on the screen, more like she's staring through it. Those must be some hefty painkillers.] 'm ready for debriefing.

tarnishedavenger

[Armstrong hates to do this after so many people have introduced themselves in locked channels, but they at least need to put on a show of meeting for Jorgmund's sake.]

So, we've got a few new people here since the last time we did something like this. Time to get introductions done and over with. Just list your name, powers, if any, relevant facts, and, if you feel like it, answer reasonable questions that people have. We'll be able to function together more effectively if we know more about each other. Keep it sensible and try not to wheedle out any dark secrets.

Or, you know, old people can tell people why Taco Tuesday is the best.

heterochrocatic

( Discussion of punishment, no details )

wheyoftheadept

[Anon text, under the name "Quaestor."]

Hey. I can't be the only person who didn't give my full attention to the briefing when I got here; since some information has been recieved recently via a local source about what exactly the fuck is happening in this place, I thought I would compile what I learned here, and people could chime in? Just seems sensible to swap notes; not on our secret squirrel shit but in the general "what is happening and why is it happening to us?" sense.

Locked because my source wasn't supposed to be talking to me about some of these things.

In bullet points, what I've learned:

( Read more... )

Sorry if this is old news or difficult to understand. I'm not great at organizing my thoughts, and I figured even if a lot of people know this already, this could be a place to start figuring out what this place's deal is. I have some experience being forcibly bounced around different realities, and the local rules and politics always end up more important than you'd think.

Sorry about the cat.

[So far, everything has gone smoothly, except. Right here, at the bottom. There's a little animated gif of a startled cartoon cat that keeps jumping and rolling backwards, in an endless loop. If she tries to delete it, the program crashes.]

tarnishedavenger

[During a lull in the party, Armstrong taps out a quick message to the network. Not that private one, he doesn't trust it. They can answer whenever they like, so long as he gets an answer. The trick would be wording it.]

So, we're all in this for now. You've had your welcome cake, but you can't meet everyone in a party, no matter how hard you try. But, since we've all been encouraged to sign up with Jorgmund, I figured now would be a good time to get some introductions done. Talk about any specialties we might have.

Share information that we feel comfortable sharing. This isn't to pressure anyone or to force out any dark secrets.

[Not where watchful eyes can see, at least.]

Besides, I prefer doing this to making a cute information sharing game.

So, please, make your own threads within this post to keep everything organized.

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