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[savespeople]

[At the moment, Harry's doing what any person would do when they've got a lot on their mind: take a walk to clear their head.

He's outside, basically walking around anywhere that's a bit spaced out from other people but not so far away from the mansion that he can't make a bolt for it if something comes up. Not that he's expecting that, because honestly, who goes around thinking about stuff like that?

Certainly not Harry Potter.

Anyway, anyone out on the grounds might spot a kid with a stick stuck in his back pocket (not an ordinary stick, mind you) who looks like the perfect target for pestering or just conversation, depending on how you spin it.]

[video]

[anticonvulsant]

[ Erica's face pops up on the phone, and she seems to be checking her makeup in it—or, well, the black screen that popped up a few seconds before the video started recording. When she notices the little 'record' indicator, she grins, wide and almost feral, all of her teeth showing. ] Pretty swank digs you got here. [ She pulls away briefly to show the contents of her room, all done up like the inside of a Better Homes and Gardens mag. ] I like it. It's like the morons who kidnapped me want me to feel safe and at home.

[ A snort. It's clear she believes this about as much as she'd believe the sky is green. Her face turns to a patronizing little pout, and she tosses her hair out of her face. ] Seriously. You should probably let me go. When my Al-- [ And she actually stops herself, realizing what she's about to say and who probably kidnapped her? Yeah, she changing that subject pretty fast. ] When my friends find out I'm gone, they're not gonna be happy. I'll try to get them to leave body parts intact when they come to get me if you promise to let me go, now.

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[castdown]

[ It goes like this: Gabriel is dead, and Lucifer is still holding his blade.

He shouldn't have it, should have destroyed it, but perhaps it says something that he didn't. Perhaps it means something that, when he spreads his wings to leave his brother's body and winds up buffeted into a mansion instead of Detroit, the first thing he does is draw a blade not his own.

(It means he's sentimental, he tells himself, and he stows the blade with a scowl and a twist in his Grace that calls him a liar. It's not sentiment, it's regret.)

It doesn't take long for Lucifer to discover the device, and even less for him to realize that, archangel or not, he's not going anywhere. This place is foreign, oppressive, and it resists all of his attempts to escape, and that alone makes cold fury ripple through his Grace; he doesn't like being held. But there's no information to be had outside, and eventually he turns to the network.

To most, he looks remarkably average. Slightly scruffy, bedhead, wedding ring... but the look he gives his surroundings is almost chilly, and he is drenched in blood. A lot of it. It's in his hair, spattered across his face and down his clothes, and it's fresh. Even stranger: he's not even fazed by it.

But then, none of it's his.]

This is a curious little cage, isn't it?

[ There's something distinctly dangerous behind his detached curiosity; the Devil doesn't appreciate being caged. ]

001 | Video| Open

[tryingitall]

[Balthazar pops up in the feed with a tense smile. His ash-blond hair is mussed in a way that suggests bedhead too artfully to be an accident. Likewise, his clothes are impeccable, except for a burned hole in the front of his shirt. About the size of a fist, it lets a glint of metal from his necklace show through.]

Well, the first thing I’ll be needing is a bar. One that serves good liquor, preferably, although I’m not too finicky for a little rotgut here and there. Once that’s been handled, I'd love to know who picked this as the site for the family reunion.

[He pauses for a moment, then adds:] If I do find a bar, please don’t try to sober me up. It takes a lot of effort to get drunk when you have a metabolism like mine, and I hate to spoil the experience.

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[afallenstar]

[ She waits to use the device found in her pocket for a few reasons. First, she needed to actually hunt around the mansion for herself for a while, get an idea of where things were and try and discover some answers for herself. Second, because everyone seemed to be panicking on first arrival, and it was far easier to listen to other peoples replies than actually ask any questions of her own. Lastly, it's because she's afraid. She's not forgotten that she's trying to hide - what if the people are still looking for her?

Eventually there comes a time where she has questions of her own though, and so it might take a while for her to muster up the courage to do it but eventually she has to.

When Anna first addresses the network it's quiet, even a little timid. There's a lot of hesitation and it means that she's probably a little hard to understand at first, just a quiet voice full of awkward pauses and a lot of confusion. ]

So, I know there's a lot of people around here who don't know what's going on, but I just...I had a question or two, if that's alright. [ And there's another pause where she waits for...well, anything. When nothing happens she just clears her throat before stammering forward once more. ] It's just that people are going to start to worry if I'm here too long, that's all. They're probably really stressed already, and I just want to tell them I'm alright.

[ She has about a million other questions, but for the life of her can't remember a single one of them right now. So she just sighs quietly, and wraps it up. That'll do for now. Hopefully someone can tell her how to get in touch with home, and then once she's got that weight off of her shoulders she can start worrying about everything else. ]

I think that's it. So if anyone can help with that, I'd...well, I'd appreciate it a lot. Thanks?

[ There's another few seconds of silence where she considers saying something else, and then the feed ends. ]

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[obligatorymerchant]

Bonjour, buenos dias, and hello, my good fellows!

Another day, another world. But alas, I am merely a misplaced merchant far outside his domain. Curious and curiouser. It's new experience for me. Always the dispenser of information and items, never the protagonist that must piece together the clues. I dare say this will be quite the adventure for me!

Of course, I am not one to abandon my role so thoroughly, and don't you all just hate when you're bombarded with questions right from the start? Instead, I'll offer my services to you and save the questions for later.

I have a handful of items from my travels. Unique. Useful. Unfortunately I have only what is on my person, so until I am able to restock or expand my enterprise, I'm afraid there is a limited quantity.

( do you even know how long it took me to go through the game and get this list DO YOU )

Purchases can be made in... I suppose you could call this the main entryway. See something you, but can't meet my prices? I'm sure we can come to some agreement.

Your one-stop shop for all things you may consider off,
Zacharie

[ Should you travel to the main entry way, you'll see a man with a rather large back pack, adorable sweater, and a strange (perhaps slightly disturbing) cat mask. ]