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[Remy's kicked back on one of the beds in his room, comm on hover as he shuffles a set of cards carelessly. The kind of movement that's used by people trying to deal with left over energy.]

Merci beaucoup for de distraction, mes amis. Made gettin' in an' outta de Executive Deck a lot easier.

[Did people know that there was a group breaking into the Exec deck? A few. Saturday certainly implied that there were folks who knew about it, at least.]

Got some interestin' bits of info an' kit, too.

credit_not_blame

[Not too long after some of the New Hires come back from this mess of a mission, a locked down video post appears on the secret network from everyone's favorite still-underaged-shhhh werewolf. She looks perky, in the slightly manic manner of someone gearing up for a fight.]

Since everyone got so excited about my question regarding what we were going to do with the Jorgmund scientists on the last mission, promptly turning it into a seething argument on whether or not killing is ever acceptable, I've decided to bring it up here on the Rig. Because apparently we need to have this conversation now or else we're going to have it at a completely inappropriate time and place; like on a mission where we're trying to plan out how to escape a prison that mind-fucks us.

[Because really, people? Really? Stacia clears her throat and schools her expression back into a smile.]

I'm going to need everyone to shitpost like crazy on the public side of things, because I can't be in charge of that and in charge of moderating this, the hottest of topics.

Speaking of, guess what. I'm in charge of moderating this conversation because Lonestar likes me best. Or because I volunteered; six of one, half dozen of the other. That means that I can freeze your threads and put you in time out if you break the rules.

( And on that note, here are the rules: )

credit_not_blame

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.

myagents

[ooc: probably goes without saying, the content of the document was provided by the mods]

"Greetings. As you may have noticed, while we were split in groups to find the shapeshifter we found some important clues. One being a Jorgmund document that was in the paper shredder. I took it to my room and spent my free time reassembling it in order to get any important information. I will quickly show you what it is about."

Price rapidly shows the reassembled document and then shares his screen: there's a picture of it. Part of the content is useless, but there's also something interesting.
( He also shows a transcript, which he reads out loud. )

"This content might be potentially important, and your input is welcome. I cordially invite you to keep the discussion civil. Thank you for your attention."

He switches from video to text to reply more comfortably.

fromfryingpantofire

[There's laughter in the background as Sam starts up the video. Sam has a long-suffering look on his face. There's a card on his desk, along with a box of...well, they're Jorgmund chocolates. So probably not great, but chocolate, at least.]

[The main reason for the look, though, is the t-shirt in Sam's hands. The t-shirt is big, but probably still a bit on the small side for him to wear. But the front of it has his Jorgmund employee ID picture printed on it with hearts surrounding it.]

[He looks over his shoulder, rolling his eyes.]

Laugh it up, you two.

[He sighs, turning back to the camera.]

So. Did anybody else get any weird gifts from persons unknown? Or am I the 'lucky' one?

tr1xx

[ The comm. recording the video is set to hover mode, showing a short girl in a too-big coveralls balanced on the balls of her feet on a seat, knees up and bouncing idly. She can't be more than seventeen, and you'd be forgiven (if not by her) for assuming a little younger.

She looks, for all intents and purposes, like a perfectly average teenager. Her most distinguishing feature is the distinctly non-Jorgmund assigned mechanical rabbit ears that peek up from her head, fastened to a ring that doubles almost as a hair-tie, keeping her long blonde hair up in a ponytail. One of the ears twitches and turns towards something off-camera before facing dead ahead again.

When she speaks, it's with a distinctly Scottish accent. ]

So this is a shite situation. Sure I'm preachin' to the choir there, but seriously, what the fuck? Thought I'd been captured for a second there and well, guess I have, just not by the bastards I thought I was. Ach. I cannae believe I'm sayin' this but I think I liked it better when I thought the Union'd got me, least then I mighta been rescued...

[ But nope. No rescue here. Just an evil corporation and a shock collar. No teammates, no Nugget, no Ether, no Holon, no nothing. She groans, throws her head back dramatically, then sighs and composes herself. She's supposed to be adaptable, right? So... she better start adapting. And fast. ]

Anyway... hullo! [ she waves ] I'm Cammie.

Nice set-up ye got. Looks like a real solid encryption. 'Course, I'm hardly familiar with the code structure here, not yet anyway, but if you've managed to go undetected this long... well, whoever's responsible musta done a damn good job.

Speaking of, if any of ye do ken a thing or two about how tech and all that works here, hit a girl up. I see ye've all got somethin' going on here [ she's done some of the reading, though there's more to do ] and technology's really what I do.

[ She points up at her ears with both fingers and they wiggle back and forth. ]

Designed these myself, for example. They do basically all ma hearin' for me, so please don't go sneakin' up on me if I don't have 'em on. Not unless ye want to get reflexively punched in the stomach by a seventeen year old girl.

[ She flashes a grin, then stops recording and slumps. Ah, fuck. ]

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.

ownperson

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.

credit_not_blame

[The morning after three ghosts visit the Rig in the night, Stacia appears on the comms.]

All right, I've had my coffee now. Anyone else have weird dreams last night? Because I sure did. If I appeared in yours and you have questions or concerns, I'd prefer to talk about it in person or otherwise privately. I imagine everyone else would too, given the themes.

Also, sorry about all the blood and/or violence.

((OOC: feel free to have locked threads between non-Stacia characters in this post as well!))

runes_brand

[An hour or two after Brand vanished from his first post by flinging his comm across the room, a follow up appears. He appears to be much calmer and to have moved to the bunks.]

This is good work, Lonestar.

My name is Brand and my specialties are security and combat. Having gotten a run-down on Planker from someone whose skill level I'm familiar with 1) fuck that asshole, and 2) I'm willing to offer extra-curricular training: stamina, situational awareness, hand-to-hand, knives, guns, and explosives, plus a few other things. Don't fucking ask me to keep you motivated, because I will.

Other than that, I do what Rune does, but without magic. [He sighs a most put-upon sigh.] Count this as my AMA, but no fucking guarantees on getting answers to everything you ask.

A few specific messages:

Armstrong: You still doing assessments for combat instruction? Let me know when there's a hole in your schedule. Not a question: your stuff is two doors down and across the hall. I've got fucking dibs on Rune as a roommate.

Bunny: I'd be obliged if you stuck with darker chocolate for Rune, otherwise he eats it all in one go and I have to deal with the fallout.

[He's got a few other things to say, but he's going to reach out privately for those.]

credit_not_blame

Guess who spent the night overthinking instead of sleeping? That's right, it's this bitch.

[Stacia usually looks sleep-deprived and annoyed in the mornings, but she definitely looks moreso today. She muffles a yawn behind her hand.]

I've got some new information, and some follow-up questions regarding it. I'm gonna summarize what I think is important too; if you disagree with my assessment 1) bite me, 2) add it in yourself.

Our problem is a murder-y redhead with tattoos and fetish gear and the ability to pull weapons out of her ass and know how many people you've killed. She's obviously some kind of supernatural nasty who may have been popping up on the Rig to do murders for a couple years. Her name might be Belle, and we got a weird story about how one brother killed the other over her because she was hot, but also invisible. She seems to be working her way up the org chart in finance, but she's not adverse to killing and torturing outside of it.

As for the new stuff: I received a series of texts from a mysterious and unknown source the night Robbie, Rogue, Saturday, and Data were attacked; which is how I knew shit was going down. This source told me where they were and that they were being attacked, and when I asked if they could give me anymore information, I got some...I don't know, Shakespeare?

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cry'd—‘La Belle sans Pitie
Hath thee in thrall!’

So my follow up question is: has anyone else seen any weird writing anywhere? Because our mysterious and unknown source is not answering my texts.

credit_not_blame

Everybody get the HELL to one of these locations!

[Stacia copy-pastes the information she's just received on two locations: floors, sections, and designations and intersections. She designates them Blue and Red]

I don't know who sent the information, but our people are under attack.

Coordinate here so we get people to both places. I'm going to location Blue. Lonestar, you'll want to check over my comm later, we can arrange a dead-drop.

Let's MOVE IT, people!

piper90npcs

[The message is strange. There is no user id associated with it. It's like getting a phantom text message, a blip from some unknown source.]

Some of your friends need help.

She's killing them.

[The person writing the message lists the floors, sections, and the designations from the signs in the corridors the two attacks are happening on, with the designation of the nearest intersection with another corridor.]

fromfryingpantofire

[The video comes up on a back corner of the library, where Sam's set up a little research table of his own. Not that there's much there. For all that they have a 'library', it's really not all that interesting. Definitely none of the things that he's used to being able to find.]

[Though it is at least a QUIET section of the library. Nobody much comes back there. Of course, if it was anybody other than Sam, they'd find that corner to be nearly devoid of wifi signal.]

[How does Sam have signal? Nobody knows.]

So. I know that there are a few of you here who aren't too keen on the whole idea of the supernatural and magic and things that don't make sense to the rational mind. And believe me, I get it. If I hadn't grown up with this sort of thing, I'd probably be right there with you.

I also get that we don't know for certain that what we're facing IS something that's supernatural. After all, there are other explanations for what she can do. Some of us have powers that we never had at home as an example.

However, if she is, there are a few things that you can carry that may help either ward her off or fight her off. None of them are heavy and we have access to at least a few things that would work.

[He reaches off screen and brings out a salt shaker from the cafeteria.] Salt. Table salt will work just fine. My brother and I buy a lot of Morton's back home.

Anyway, salt has been an ingredient in purifying rituals for millennia. It's often used to ward off evil spirits and cleanse an area of bad...juju, for lack of a better word. Back home, spirits can't cross a line of salt, so a quick and easy ward was just to pour lines of salt across any entrance to a room. Shooting rock salt into a spirit would disperse them, too.

There's stuff that works better when it comes to spirits, but I don't have access to the supplies I need for them. Salt is nearly as old school as blood, though, so it should do you in a pinch.

Second. [He reaches off to the side again and comes back with a firestarter.] This one is a lot more difficult to get hold of, so this may be something more to look for when we go on missions. Iron. Again, just about as old school as it comes. There are a lot of things that are weak to iron, including the Fae. If you have the ones from the right stories, at least. A good length of rebar that can be wielded like a sword or a bat is great. Again, good for dispersing a spirit, though it won't get rid of them entirely. It'll buy you time to get back up, though. So, again. Useful.

The third isn't really useful for ghosts or spirits, but if the salt doesn't work, then maybe this will. [Out comes a water bottle.] Holy water. Mostly works for demons. Won't kill them, but will cause harm and may burn them. Again, good for buying you time to get away and get help. Luckily, I was able to pick up a rosary on the last mission, so I can make as much as we may need. I tend to also throw a handful of salt in for a twofer.

As far as I know, we don't have access to any, but another good all around weapon against the supernatural is silver. I'd suggest keeping it away from those among the New Hires that might have an allergy to it, but there are a LOT of supernatural creatures out there that are weak to it. Again, purifying qualities that have been in use for a lot of centuries. And another thing to keep an eye out for on missions.

[Sam settles the items in front of him.] I'm not going to say any of this will keep you safe. That's not a promise I can make, especially since we don't know what, exactly, our enemy is. At best, I can say that they might be able to help. At worst, they're inert and you're no worse off than you were a moment before. At this point, though, I think we can use any edge we might be able to get.

[He folds his hands, leaning forward on the desk.]

Any questions?

xrater

[Alia appears on the video. She's in a bathroom, wearing a low-cut red dress and wiping make-up off of her face with the steaming hot water in the sink. When she speaks, though, it's all business.]

So, I've done some poking around. Jorgmund employs multiple wireless networks, some with secret nodes, and different security features for each. I guess that they don't want the sanitation crew using up all of the bandwidth that the President would be using.

I'm dispersing my findings via a briefing document hosted on my robot network to reduce load on Lone Star's network. Each of you gets one copy that will delete itself after you've read through it once, so remember at least part of it. Just scroll to the bottom or restart your comm unit to purge. Some of this comes from gossip I've overheard.

[She pauses, then leans in and dabs at a little black speck between her teeth with a paper towel. Peppercorn. Alia continues like she hadn't stopped.]

Others from more solid surfaces. I've seen a few unsecured medical and financial reports and a good bit of security investigations. Some things just required a bit of finger walking, totally unsecured, others were a little more technical work. I'll spare you the explanations.

( Accept Data Pulse? y/n )

It goes without saying, nothing interesting on my cameras. After that last recording of Planker, he sat there for 3.7 hours, then went to bed, slept for three hours, woke up, got dressed, and went to work. From the sound of things, we can expect a new obstacle course soon. If you've any questions, I'll try to answer them, but I have work to do in the lab.

xrater

[Oh, hey, someone's just... ( Read more... )

xrater

So, we have a bit of a decision to make here. I have my preferences, of course, but they may not line up with yours and since they might mean some... dramatic life changes for us, it would be best if I asked you.

Some of you may know many of the security cameras don't work. It's a longstanding problem. Some of you may know why they don't work. (If you don't, the less you know, the better.) I can fix this issue so that the security cameras on the Rig work. All of them. Everywhere. However, with the limited functionality of the computers I'm allowed to use, I can't keep them selectively blind. They'll either work for both Jorgmand and us or not at all. In addition, once I've informed Jorgmund that the problem's been fixed, there's no plausible way for us to go back to enjoying the relative privacy we've had so far.

So, in short, we'd have eyes and could rely both on Security and ourselves to spot anything... amiss, like our attacker moving into action again. But there would be no more blind spots, we'd have to be more careful, or find a way to engineer glitches that won't raise suspicion.

That's option 1.

Option 2 is simple.

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[The image is of Alia's workspace, largely spotless and polished to a near mirror-sheen. For those with lots of hope and a fertile imagination, no, this isn't her attempting the one finger selfie challenge. Repent for your sins. No, instead it's a few small robots. Some mechanical worms about four or five inches long, something that looks like segmented snake, and a metallic spider the size of a large tarantula. Only five total.]

Apologies for the low quality image. Jorgmund's communicators are rather substandard. For the past several weeks, I've been allowed a small budget to build useful machines and advance Jorgmund's scientific knowledge. As you can see in the attached image, this is what I have available so far. The other options are either too loud or too large to fit into the ducts without issue. I could build more, easily, but I've used up my allotted budget and couldn't put cameras inside of them.

We can send these on patrols, inspecting various rooms, point them at specific suspects to track, or set to watch specific areas where an attack or an escape may occur. I can explain their use to the R&D heads as field testing, if need be.

With these active, we would maintain our privacy but, as you can see, we would be limited to only five more sets of eyes in addition to our own.

Personally, Option 1 feels like the best choice, but I'm not going to take such a step without consulting the rest of you.

garmr

[Guts’ voice will be jumping in at the crack of dawn, and he’s pissed.]

If you don’t wanna die in this stinking metal heap, then listen up.

Adora found Setsuna and Tenten after someone tried to kill them. They'll live, but they're in bad shape. Real bad. The guards were useless, as you would expect.

They were attacked in one of the locked halls while we were sleeping, around the west side of the Rig. No one knows who did it, so keep your eyes peeled. Don't wander around alone if you don't have to.

Unless somebody’s got any better ideas, we should mount up a night watch until the bastard is found - in shifts and in pairs. Any of you that can fight and have a sharp eye can chip in. Don’t expect many of us to be getting much sleep, anyway.

toinfinity_andbeyond

[While Woody needed some time to come to terms with speaking to big people, and more time to test the waters as to how they'd receive him, Buzz has already overcome the hurdle of making first contact, and has longer term plans to set in motion. Woody's comfort keeps him from introducing himself right away, but once his pal has calmed down a little, Buzz doesn't wait around.

His introduction video arrives as encrypted as possible and labeled "for New Hire eyes only," in case anyone was in danger of opening it in front of an employee.

The video is being shot from the communicator installed in Buzz's forearm, and the Uncanny Valley of seeing an action figure speak is unavoidable, well, that's a shame.]

Greetings. I am Buzz Lightyear. I come in peace.

That's a space toy joke.

[He's trying his best to maintain good Space Ranger bearing, but though he's not consumed with anxiety at breaking the non-contact rules the way Woody is, he's still a little nervous.]

As you may have gathered, I am an action figure. [sure it's obvious, but it is the tiny plastic elephant in the room he has to acknowledge.] Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have made myself known but . . . Jorgmund didn't leave me much of a choice. Therefore I've decided to introduce myself and clarify my, uh. Unusual circumstances.

[Gosh he's already embarassed by the masquerade he's going to have to keep up.]

Due to a nonfunctional feature of my model, Jorgmund currently believes I am under the delusion I'm a real Space Ranger. I'm not. They also believe I am loyal to their agenda. I'm not.

[He has to be vague. Brainy would be implicated immediately if it were known that his demo switch no longer worked. This channel may be secure, but not secure enough for him to risk someone else's secret. He can pretend the switch never worked in the first place, and that the drama surrounding it during his interview has been a clever lie of his own all this time.]

If I'm right, this deception may be useful in covert operations against our captors. Therefore I am apologizing in advance for anything . . . mind blowingly stupid I say or do in front of everyone to keep Jorgmund convinced I'm too deluded to question even their substandard ethics.

[If he sounds formal, well, he's being formal. He thought for quite a while about how to make this speech, and longest about how to end it.]

I understand it may be . . . unsettling for some of you to think of a toy as alive. I will do my best to be considerate. I don't know how it feels to be a person. [He thinks he does, because he thought he was one once, but since he never has been, he must not actually know.] But I think I want to see this world saved and all of us safely home again as much as anyone else here could.

[Even with all this planning he still looks a little awkward and uncertain as he picks his closing statement.] This is Buzz Lightyear, out.

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.]

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kingofneworleans - [Locked to New Hires] [Backdated to the evening after Planker/the 'riot']
credit_not_blame - [bendy-timed] Let's Get It All Out [locked to New Hires except Price, Mac, and Jack Spicer]
credit_not_blame - Birthday Planning! [locked to new hires][yes, all of them!]
myagents - [LOCKED][VIDEO] Jorgmund documents
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ownperson - [locked to new hires] [video] clues
credit_not_blame - BACKDATED: An Aftermath of Ghosts [locked to New Hires, including Kokichi]
runes_brand - Did the Reading [locked to New Hires except Kokichi and Mac]
credit_not_blame - [encrypted][video] Chasing my thoughts around and around
credit_not_blame - [locked to the New Hires][video] Looking Alive
piper90npcs - A Phantom Text [text] [Locked to Stacia]
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