animus_network | HaVE a nICE daY. [Text] [Forward-dated to the evening of the 10th]

HaVE a nICE daY. [Text] [Forward-dated to the evening of the 10th]

[There's an audible chime, like a cheery voicemail tone, from every terminal simultaneously, before text appears on the screen.]

Good afternoon, Tower of Animus. My name is The Observer. I've got a special message for you today, direct from one of our beloved administrators. Please read, listen to, and memorize this message, and reproduce it wherever you can!

Souls in our world are defined as the self. Even those without anything that can be considered a soul in their own worlds would manifest one here. Souls are extremely resilient - they can be torn out of their body and survive provided they are removed in the right manner. But they shouldn't be of course - the side effects might be disastrous in ways we can't quite understand. It's happened here before. Souls can be torn out of this world the same as in any other. Here though they can split - that's extremely important. They can split and merge if you have the right skillset. Never lose your soul in the Tower of Animus. None of yours are yet lost - but never lose it! They won't come back whole if you let her swallow them up. The power must have gone by now - she'll want to restore the tower. Everyone who ended up trapped on their own worlds is now in grave danger! She can't take souls as Zo can, but she can siphon them and she can squeeze all the energy out of them.

As soon as this message is decoded put it in as many places as possible! Put it on the network make copies and plaster them on the walls. Do everything you can so that as many people read this message as possible. There isn't enough energy to erase everyone's memories!

Remember - souls born here can be split and reabsorbed here. A soul born elsewhere can be split there, but there's no way to put it back together unless you can put it back where it's supposed to be.

Not everything is as fake as it seems. Your souls are here and you have all been drugged to keep certain aspects of yourselves contained but every part of you is here. You can use that against them if you can figure out how to unchain yourselves.

I'm afraid you'll have Jason as your first opponent as he's the one with the keys you need. Be careful! There is information everywhere though much of it has been nearly permanently sealed. I can make it possible for you to access it, although you will all have to unlock it.

Wasn't that a special little message? Now, copy it down in your notes so you don't forget it! No matter whom you're allied with, be it Pandora, Ganondorf, your friends from home, or just yourself! There will be a test on this.

And the first section of the test is this - I want you to place at least one copy of this message somewhere in the tower. No points for hiding it! It has to be visible to everyone! In a few days I'll tell you all how you did, and I'll repeat this message for you lazy people who didn't see or hear this today.

That's all for now!

- The Observer

[All characters with mailboxes will find a copy of the message in their mail as of this evening.]

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[You've got to be kidding. ...Nope, not a joke.

w e l p.]

Hello, Observer. I could've sworn the Laplace Mail shut down a while ago. You're typing better than the last time I heard from you - good to know.

I wonder: could the drugs have anything to do with the collar checks?

Just a thought.

eta: Of course I'm going to post the flyers. I just had to get this out first. :) It's kind of my job and all~

Edited 2013-07-09 22:08 (UTC)

Where did you get this?

...what...

Nobody's gonna drain my friends' souls, damn it!

[Sheba tries to type, but she's far too upset to get it right. Finally, she just erases everything and switches to video.]

The people who have vanished are in danger? We have to do something! [The "her" has to be Ruana. Who else could it be? This means Felix is in trouble now - and all the other people who have come and gone, too... She narrows her eyes.] And we're being drugged - go on. Think about it. How do you all think they're drugging us? The food? Not everyone eats consistently enough for it to work like that, probably.

But there is something that everyone either chooses to go to or is forced to go to, every two weeks.

[Well, fuck. It takes all of Lancer's restraint not to punch the screen.]

[Is this perhaps the information Zelda mentioned during the Persona meeting? The thing that was in code? It doesn't seem like a prank so clearly it must be...]

got it! will plaster this everywhere that i can.
thanks for the code-cracking work and info, mr./mrs. observer.
:)

You've all been busy, I see.

[so this is the results of what they had done.

If this is true--and she has no reason to believe it isn't--then that means everyone who is sent home is in danger. Irisviel, Sakura, Ilya, her roommates, and who knows how many countless others. Even should those still here be gone, these injustices would not stop. Even worse, Ruana will use people who remain in their worlds to perpetuate these injustices.

What does the countdown say? Eleven months? That's all the time they need.

Arturia quietly finds some paper and ink and begins to write this down.]

[He reads it repeatly, staring at the message then he copies it. In his head, and on paper. They're not fake. All of them is here, waiting. They're drugged and kept chained up.]

read you loud and clear

[Everything matters.]

[After copying this all down on a piece of paper he brings with him just in case of emergencies, he sends the following text:]

Thank you, Observer, and good luck. Let's spread the word as fast as we can, everyone. For the sakes of those who've left before us as well as our own.

Edited (wow dreamwidth way to eat the header :|) 2013-07-09 22:14 (UTC)

[ She's downloading/transcribing this message as fast as she can, just in case of it disappearing from the network altogether. ]

You have my sincerest gratitude for this message, Sir or Miss Observer. I will follow your order to distribute this message to the denizens of the tower.

Edited 2013-07-09 22:17 (UTC)

I knew those penmanship classes were good for something.

You got it, Mr. or Ms. Observer.

[So they're not entirely fake, at least. She's not sure if that's a comfort or not, but it doesn't really matter. Unless they can make themselves whole, it seems it won't matter regardless what they do. So it's a fight after all- at least, for those who believe they can survive past the year they have left. She wouldn't care, one way or another if it hadn't been for one thing.

Everyone who ended up trapped on their own worlds is now in grave danger!

Those who had gone were in more danger than those still in the tower, somehow, absurd as that might seem. That meant Minato and Dualscar. That meant Willow and Aradia and everyone-

-and that meant Chidori was now decidedly on the warpath, though one couldn't tell to look at her.]

What do you know. One order and test I wouldn't mind taking.

[Oh, if only his handwriting was good... Oh well, he'll just be carving it into walls.]

Read crystal clear, Anonymous Observer.

['Everyone who ended up trapped on their own worlds is now in grave danger.']

[No. Hell no. Hell no. He recalled telling Kariya that he believed those people--Sakura, the other Waver--would be okay, somehow. And now it turned out he'd been wrong, the worst scenario multiplied several times. It almost sounded as though she--Ruana?--would use them as a power source. Waver could practically feel the color drain from his face at the concept. But even with that...]

['Every part of you is here.']

[There was still good news. That must have meant their real forms were here in some capacity. Somewhere. Somehow. If they could but get those back...everything would be fine. He could forge a real contract and Diarmuid's worst fear would be eradicated. There was still some shred of hope that they could all return to their flesh and blood selves.]

[Waver copied every word the information down as fast as he possibly could--further details could be gone over and analyzed later--before typing out a response.]

What evidence is there of this being legitimate, and where did it come from?

[He wasn't daring to believe blindly that it could be true, even though blind faith sounded so very tempting.]

That's some useful piece of information. I'm more than interested in finding out how we can unchain ourselves.

[Lucifel has made a copy of the message he found in his mailbox. Where to post it though...]

WHAT

[Sorry if she sounds upset. This is not what she had hoped to find out.]

I don't get all that stuff about souls being split and merged, but if everyone at home is going to be in danger... what can we do about them?

[Prussia's being a little dense, probably out of denial of how serious the situation is.]

Our next course of action is clear: target Jason for his mysterious "keys." Does anyone more experienced in the tower's ways have an idea of how to begin?

And if some of us don't want to leave? ✩

[ This plays in the background. ]

And so the pawn becomes a queen.

But... then how is my Cruxis Crystal...?

[ No... no, that doesn't make sense... he'd be an exebula. That's impossible. How are thye...? ]

Edited 2013-07-09 22:53 (UTC)

[ So... this is why he can't die, here. ]

How barbaric.

We can't let them get away with this!

[..And, for the second time in the Tower, Tohko was completely floored as she read the message on the screen. Everyone in the Graveyard, friends that she had made, her family members, her old friends..they were all in danger. They might be already dead, but there was no way of knowing. No way of knowing at all.

So, Tohko sighed and tried to calm down as she typed up a reply.]

Thank you for this information. I'll do my best to spread it around, but I would like to know how you came by it. The network has quite a few eyes, so if you want to meet up elsewhere to discuss it, that can be arraigned.

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