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May. 24th, 2019 11:59 pm
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Is someone waiting for you back home?

[An unusually thoughtful question from R, expressed without any of the stops and starts that often plague his speech. He's getting 'better' every day, and he even flushes slightly pink on the video as he asks the question. It's blurted out like an impulse, followed by a grimace and a thinning of lips, as if he would take the words back if he could.

But they're out, now, and R knows very well that once something is done, then it's done. Might as well push on with it.
]

I mean--... I know nobody really knows we're gone. I've just... been thinking a lot about my girlfriend.

[He's sure he isn't the only one who has someone they love back home. Someone that they're waiting for.]

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Nov. 4th, 2018 12:45 pm
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[This... is difficult. Several things about the last event were difficult, and R has been almost entirely non-communicative since it concluded. He isn't sure if anyone noticed - he hasn't been answering calls, or messages, or the door.]

I, um... [How does he say this? It should be easy, for a guy who had spent several years walking around dead already.] I died, I think. I don't... remember it very well.

[It keeps coming back in flashes, sharp spikes of colour through black and white fog.]

I just... if I hurt anybody, while I was-- before I was stopped. I'm not like that. Not now. I don't want to be that.

[He trails off, then adds, quietly--] Sorry.

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Sep. 11th, 2018 03:12 pm
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[It looks like he's forgotten he put the video on, since it isn't directed at his face, but rather at half of one shoulder and a corner of the room he occupies on the first floor. There's a record player in view, though it isn't playing any music.

After the Dormouse's 'announcement', he has a small concern which he announces with a small grimace that comes into frame as he jostles the phone.
]

... This isn't going to be zombies again, is it...

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Jul. 7th, 2018 11:11 am
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[He isn't showing his face this time, but his voice is recognisable enough for anyone who might have heard it before. But hey, at least the speech impediment is better, so conversations should go a lot quicker this time.]

Did you ever forget something, but you... weren't sure that you w-wanted to remember it? [Vague... vague question. R hesitates before he decides on clarifying.]

I don't... remember most of my life. I've seen things... here... that make me not... want to. [Honestly? He's never wanted to. Since he started his life with Julie, he hasn't wanted to remember his old life, he's been happy with his new one, but...]

I've been getting flashes of... the person I used to be. Before I forgot. I don't think I was a good person.

[What kind of good person just stands there and watches their mother murdered?]

I don't know if it's... going to be worth remembering. But... I don't know if I'm going to have a choice. I don't want to change the person I am... now.

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Feb. 6th, 2018 12:11 am
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[Okay, R, just breathe. Well, don't breathe, but relax, because if you don't, you're going to stammer your way through this so badly that no one is going to get the right idea about what you're saying.

After Liv's post a few days ago, what R is about to do has been on his mind a great deal. He doesn't use the network often, and rarely to post something for himself, but this...

This is important.

There's no lighting or angle that really catches this guy's 'best side', because with the greyish pallor, pewter-coloured eyes and dark veins inching their way up the sides of his neck there is really no 'good side' to capture, but give him a break, he's doing his best.
]

Um-- hi.

['Good start. Now carry on before you start to look like an idiot.']

There's s... something I have t-.. to say. I haven't... been trying to lie t-... to anyone. What Liv... what Liv said - I'm the same. Not... Not exactly the... same.

[That one's a given, probably, with the way there's no chance he's passing as Living, and the problematic speech impediment.]

I'm... I'm a z-.. zombie too. I don't want t... to hurt anyone. I just... don't want to be sh-.. shot at. [You know, if it's not too much trouble.]

Okay. Mm... thanks.
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[ When Liv appears on the screen, she's in a nice off-white sweater with a hint of gold sparkle to it, full face of makeup and nervously smiling. She gives a wave, then lets out a breath she's been holding. ]

I have a confession. And some of you know. Some of you who know me don't know, and everyone else...

[ She pauses, looking down a little. Is this the right thing? Hell if she knows. It's not like she's in a place the size of Seattle. Maybe now's the time to just come clean. ]

The rest of you don't need to know but uh...at this point if someone found out by word of mouth I feel like it'd suck more, so.

My name is Liv. I've been living here since the summer. And...I'm a zombie.

[ She pauses for a beat. ]

Obviously from a different zombie world than the rest of you. I'll answer your questions now: Yes, I eat what you think I eat but the closet provides it for me. I only act like the maniac you'd expect when I'm hurt unexpectedly and then I'm super strong and just kind of...grunty. But I can help, I do help. I've saved people. I've died here. Yes, I'm technically dead right now, but I still look great?

I guess those are the hard-hitting questions. If you have any others I'll be here to answer them.

Please don't try to kill me. I'll just come back.

So I guess that's it. Now you all know, and I can breathe easier. Ish. Well, not breathe. Whatever, you know what I mean.

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Dec. 28th, 2017 09:24 pm
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Why... do you think p-people... are afraid of people... who are different to them?

[The quiet, hesitant voice will be familiar to some people. R is asking something that has been on his mind for a while now - something he would have asked sooner if he wasn't so shy of the network on the whole.

Not using the video feature, well, that's really more for him than anyone else. The pewter-grey eyes and near-white skin still draw awkward questions.
]

Is 'different' a-always a bad... thing?
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[Replies to this are CLOSED, please see OOC note at the bottom of the post!]




In the wake of our most recent event and regarding the fate of those who lose their fifth life, I would like to propose a new series of data collection on mansion residents. It is my opinion that the instatement of a “death watch” - that is, an archival record of extant resident deaths that have occurred - should be created and maintained, and would serve as a valuable resource for the protection of those who are at risk.

[This is the difficult part: persuading people to share this sort of thing about themselves, knowing what it does to others and how it can hurt, is no easy task. She believed as much when she first spoke with Shepard on the subject, and believes the same now. Evelyn herself does not like to offer personal information unless asked, but knows the burden of carrying that suffering on one's own and how easily an environment can fall to fear.]

I understand that this is very private, very personal information. I understand it is traumatic, and not something that many people want to share. Therefore it is incumbent upon me to stress the critical severity of this situation, and assure you that you are not alone.

I myself have lost four lives here.

In disclosing as much, I hope that others can be swayed to believe in the efficacy of this database, and would urge residents to volunteer their respective death tolls to build the record. Residents who submit information to the watch on their numbers may do so to me privately, if there is concern about embarrassment or persecution from peers.

[It is a valid concern, and one which she has agonised over.]

Commander Shepard’s confirmation from the Queen of Hearts that those who are remade after their last demise are conscripted as spies is extremely troubling. Regardless of the veracity of the information given its source, we as unwilling residents do not have the luxury of allowing for that liability. For those concerned about their safety, I will be actively working with the commander, who is well-equipped to establish and manage security procedures once the record has been transcribed and analysed. This is a living document, and is expected to require additions over time.

I am aware that this is a drastic measure, but a measure worth taking. Please feel free to direct all responses and queries to myself and Commander Shepard.





[OOC NOTE: I realize this is a hot button issue as has generated a lot of replies, which is great! In order to keep myself sane, I'm going to have to cut it off here and request that no one else respond in this post. Messaging Evelyn's inbox is cool if you want to drop a line there instead, but replies will be slower there.

Anyone who did not get to respond in here before the cut-off, I'd really like you to at least drop a comment HERE if you believe your character would still share their information with her. Thank you for understanding!
]

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Oct. 1st, 2017 10:08 am
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[You know what's difficult? Using these little devices successfully when you have limited sensation in your fingers and poor coordination overall. There are a few moments of silence while R makes sure he is not in fact broadcasting his face to the whole mansion - no one wants to see that this early in the morning - before he says anything.]

I-I... um. [Wow, great start. Pull yourself together before you look like more of an idiot.]

Is there a... a 'Jane' here? Sh.. she's married to someone... [What was that name, again?] ... 'Kurt'.

[Good job, you did it. Now just finish up.]

I'd like t.. to talk to her.
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[Some time Friday morning, September 8th, a new and particularly important broadcast appears on the network.

The feed flicks on to show Ford at a desk in his lab looking both tired and very guilty. ]


Uh, yes! Hello. Uh. Good morning?

[He clears his throat. Might as well get right down to it.]

As anyone who's slept since Wednesday will know, something weird has been happening. I may have been experimenting with a ward against a certain demonic triangle when there was an explosion that caused the ward's effects to warp and, for lack of better layman's terms, gave everyone the ability to traverse the Mindscape--that is, the realm parallel to any waking dimension.

To put it simply: Once you left consciousness at any point, you likely were able to explore your own mind, and the minds of others.

Fortunately, the effects seem to be temporary and I only singed half an eyebrow in the explosion, so... Good news! Everything should be back to normal by tomorrow.

Ahh, science. Well! That's all for today. If you don't want to deal with it, I suggest visiting one of the tea rooms for a delightful pot of industrial coffee. Always works for me!

[With a winning smile from Ford, the broadcast ends.]
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[A very tired twenty-something Indian male appears on camera. His hair is a mess, disheveled as if from sleep and having shoved his hands through it a few too many times, and his clothes appear to have been slept in. Because they have. Mahir sighs and pushes his glasses up his nose before he addresses the camera.]

Hello. Wonderland, is it? As in Alice and, I presume. I’m afraid to say that kind of fantasy literature has never been my particular cup of tea. My name is Mahir Gowda. I am the head of the factual news division of the After the End Times news site, although I doubt that means much here. Perhaps it’s a sign of exhaustion, or stress, or my colleague’s particular brand of insanity has suddenly mutated and become contagious, but if this is a delusion, it’s a very convincing one.

I don’t suppose anyone would be so kind as to point me to a very strong cup of tea? If I’ve truly been kidnapped to an alternate dimension, I assume that calling my wife is out of the question. If she hasn’t divorced me yet, she certainly will be after this.

...I may need something a bit stronger than tea, on consideration.
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[Hey look guys, it’s a network post from your ole pal, Bill! No, not the lizard and shame on you for being disappointed by that revelation! Yes he is a triangle, yes he is stunning and thankfully he doesn't seem to have packed any extra entertainment to explode into his broadcast today.]

“ALL RIGHT WONDERLAND, I think it’s HIGH TIME someone ASKS the BIG QUESTION-- just HOW MANY OF YOU come from the LAND OF LIVELY CORPSES?!

I GET IT. OUR ROTTING BRETHREN are CHARMING ENOUGH. IF anything the REST of you MORTALS should be like THEM. At least ZOMBIES ACCURATELY DISPLAY the TRUE HORROR of what BEING ALIVE FEELS LIKE—slowly SHAMBLING towards your DEATH every PASSING SECOND, you CAN’T KEEP YOUR PIECES TOGETHER and all you WANNA DO IS GRRRRROAN-- But I tend to LIKE a little VARIETY in my TORTURE! SO I wanna KNOW, just how many more MINDS do we gotta CYCLE THROUGH before we’ve VISITED ALL of your TRAUMA-- because I swear, if I have to GO through ANOTHER REALITY where I FAKE a BLOOD TEST, I just might have to START STOCKING UP.

[The triangle’s lid narrows at that, an unpleasant memory from Genosha flashing momentarily into his retina.]

“Now either we’re FAILING SOME KINDA TEST every time these SUCKERS COME BY or WONDERLAND’S started PICKING FAVORITES…

[And if it’s the latter, he really would like to know.]

“Anyway, you KIDS LOVE CONSPIRACIES; so LAY EM on ME! I think we ALL KNOW what HAPPENS when you DON’T~
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[The device falls from a slack hand, found in a pocket and puzzled over for only a moment before it's dropped. A smear of dirty water smudges one corner of the camera, and someone stumbles halfway into view on the screen.

That someone is soaked through, wearing a white shirt and a dirty, red tie that stands out almost ghoulishly against the pallor of his skin - just a little too grey to be natural. Maybe it's just the cold. He's shivering and gripping his upper arms, viewing the bloody carnage that surrounds him with the wide-eyed bewilderment of a child.

But no matter how you spin it, there is something visibly off about this man. His colour is one thing, but the bluish veins that stand out against his skin and the pewter-grey shade of his eyes paint a very peculiar picture.

He looks more like the bodies surrounding him than anyone who might be watching.

The backdrop paints a clear picture of just where he is, and takes a few shuffling steps forwards, displaying something that looks like uncertainty. His expression works - confusion, worry - then he moves out of shot.
]




[[ooc: inviting anyone to come across him in person, or shout at him from the phone! he'll come back and pick it up. all I ask is pls don't shoot him in the head.]]

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