[ Sealand’s face can be seen, very close to the screen, his expression bewildered yet somewhat excited. He's on the terminal closest to room 1-20, and he might seem familiar to anyone in the tower who knows England. The only real differences between the two are his somewhat tamer hair, his blue eyes, and the fact that he looks no older than twelve years old.

Oh and guess who totally hasn't read either of those important letters by his bed yet? Who needs to read when it's finally his birthday. He's pretty proud of himself for having figured out how to use the terminal without any help. Technology can help him out here! ]

Hellooooo?!

This is the weirdest birthday surprise I’ve ever had and I don’t know if I like it yet. It’s for a party, uh, right? A surprise party? …Here, for me? This is a strange place for a party, but it’s okay, there must be some reason for it!

I bet my dad organised it! Is he here? And Fin and Wy and everybody? Is this like a game? Is there a cake?! And why did you change me into this suit thing? It's weird.

Anyway, I’m forty-six years old now, you know, I'm practically ancient and more than ready for true nationhood! I hope I have lots of presents and you’ll all take the opportunity to realise how much I’ve grown!

Oh, also, I think this computer’s broken. I can’t find the internet link and I need to get on facebook! I should have lots of birthday messages!

[It isn't an actual post to the network, but after the morning of the twelfth, a letter is placed in the mailbox of every single resident of the Tower. On the thirteenth, the process is repeated. The handwriting looks as if it would normally be neat, but the letters were obviously rushed. There is no name signed.]

It is to my understanding that a few weeks ago, there was an attempt to infiltrate the administrative levels of the tower. I cannot speak of who was involved or whether the mission succeeded, as I am unaware of both of these things and am unwilling to further incriminate the people in question.

I merely come bearing advice that may be relevant to aforementioned people, as well as to others who are more interested in answers than their own personal safety.

We are all now aware of the "glamour system", and of its tendency to flicker off at random intervals. I suggest watching the walls of your dormitory. When the glamour goes off, an elevator should briefly become visible in the room. I cannot be certain if every room contains one of these elevators, but I have seen two of them, so I have reason to believe that they are consistent in their placement.

I was informed by a friend that they once saw one of the red-collared workers coming out of the elevator into the dormitory. What I am saying with this is that the main elevator cannot be the only access point into the administrative levels. I don't know how one would go about getting at the dormitory elevators when the glamour is active, but I want to find out.

And I hope that I am not the only one.

It is crucial that you do not speak of these elevators on the network, which is why I have elected to send letters rather than use a terminal. Do not discuss the elevators, this letter, or infiltration plans on the network. Communicate through the mailboxes or face-to-face interaction, and in the case of the latter, stay away from the walls. To my understanding, they're watching.

Please do use this information wisely. It wouldn't do to have such a convenient path closed to us because of one fool.

[As this is not an actual network post and the letters themselves are anonymous, please do not comment to this entry, as England will not be answering!]

[Neal looks tired, but serious. His hair is a bit of a mess right now and he clumsily brushes his hand through it before speaking.]

I've got a question.

When glamour failed a few months ago and things... things got messy, did anyone try and see what the world looks like outside of the tower?

[He's really dreading what sort of answer he's going to get, but he has to ask anyway.]

You're a bit slow, aren't you? Fine, fine, I'll give you some more hints.

First, remember, for our dear first five monsters, you need to fulfill a special requirement to kill them during the day. I won't tell you their specific requirements yet--you haven't even figured out who they are, I bet!--but I will tell you this:

If I was a monster so repulsive even I wanted to stop myself, I would need ... before I could stop.

And now, for the identities! Here are some clues for you to figure out!

The Laughing Monster's powers as plain as you can see
Are what he feels and what he is and who he longs to be

The Apathetic Monster never more wants for a sword
With speed unparalleled, it'll find its enemies gored

From blood comes the fire in the Crying Monster's veins
'Tis utterly powerless otherwise, or so the world does deign

Dearest Screaming Monster, what curses do you see?
Whose puppet strings direct this terrifying prophecy?

The Growling Monster on borrowed time lives on
Though borrowed time is stopped once it is called upon

((Ruana will not be replying to this post, but you can reply to each other and use it to try and figure out who's who.))

[ A young blonde is at a terminal in the dorms, typing away furiously. Her hair is drenched through from the ever constant rain and sitting beside her is what appears to be your stereotypical grey extraterrestrial. Child-sized and looking about curiously, the grey is a passive counterpoint to America's livid demeanor. ]

Hey, just what the hell is going on around here? One minute I'm making plans to celebrate St. Paddy's Day and the next I'm waking up in the Twilight Zone. It's raining. INDOORS! And it looks like I somehow ended up in someone's worst (or best?) latex fetish dreams. My clothes are nowhere to be found, my jacket is gone, this is definitely not my bedroom and not my house, and, ha, oh yeah, apparently the world ended.

Seriously. This joke isn't funny. Somebody please tell me this is just the sad results of one of England's stupid experiments gone wrong and everything will be back to normal if I click my heels and say "there's no place like home". This can't really be happening. It's not possible.

This message is directed to anyone that considers themselves a citizen of England or the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

I would appreciate status reports from you lot, if you don't terribly mind.

[ ooc | england is affected by the event. here for full details. ]

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[Guess who has just discovered the terminals exist?]

[It takes a moment for Meiling to realize that the thing she was poking at was working. She has been pushing buttons at random to get the terminal to work. She hasn't event looked about to see if anything was wrong..other then not understanding people!]

[In Welsh]
Um....Why is it that I could understand everyone just fine a bit ago but now I can't? Can anyone understand me..?

[She frowns and swaps to her other language that she knows..Which she thinks she's speaking Japanese and then Mandarin Chinese.]

[In Quenya]

Can anyone understand me? What is going on?

[Immediately after this thread, Waver types up a text entry on the network. He doesn't really think about what he's saying, he just needs to warn as many people as possible.]


I assume most people here read this. This is important. Ryuunosuke Uryuu is from my world, and he's said he doesn't see a point in doing the same here, but nonetheless, I think everyone should be aware of any potential danger. If I said nothing and something happened...I would be partially to blame.

He was a serial killer - children, mostly.

[Even still the memory is terrible, and his hands shake as he types.]

I found where he kept the bodies. He calls it 'art'. I can't imagine anything worse than that scene. They didn't even look human anymore.

Just be careful. He seemed nice enough. That's the worst part.




Edit -

It was noted I should describe him rather than only give a name. He's tall, maybe 5'8", orange-brown hair, he has piercings in his ears, and his personality seemed to be helpful and amicable to me.


[that's only particularly tall to Waver...]

To anyone that sees this, I have a request

Would the following people, if they see this, please respond:
- "Nero"
- "Darkleer"
- "Vanitas"

Likewise, those of you I know personally, I have a favor I must ask of you
My child has shown up in this tower
He is very young and not equipped to handle this place
I would appreciate any and all help I could receive in safeguarding him

However
If any of you see this and seek to bring harm to him for 'fun'

I will ｕｎｍａｋｅ you

That is all
Thank you

-Al Saiduq

Are you having fun?

[It's about time she tried this thing out, so here she is sitting in the library.]

Heya! Thought I'd make a broadcast and here it is! This is the United States of America speaking. Crazy I know, I bet you're all like, "Oh shit, she's so awesome!" Don't worry if you can't handle how great I am, that's totally natural and everything.

[SHE CLAPS her hands together once and rubs them together in apparent anticipation.] Now that I'm here, these Tower dudes really have it comin'. See, I'm gonna get you guys outta here. Don't know how, where or when, but I promise! [slams a fist into her palm with a firm nod, determination glittering in her eyes.]

Between now and whenever the hell that is, let's get to know each other! You got that part about me being America, which is totally like... the best part, and also that I'm fuckin' awesome. Yeah that's right, I'm the U.S. of A. Comin' right atcha from...

[she looks around]

Uh. This library. [A pout. Which immediately disappears, because she's back to smiling again.]

Whatev, whatev. [Who could ever tell she's looking for information? Really looking, actually. It's a ruse.

... It's a ruse, and she really is showing everyone how fabulous she is. And don't you forget it.]

Peace out homies, and stay frosty!~ [she points at the screen and mock-shoots it with her finger, and with a wink from Amelia, the broadcast ends.]

[April looks a lot more happier than she did the last time she made a post on the network, though instead she just seems very hesitant about something. And people may notice that she has a Bullfairy being held in her arms for some reason...]

Ah, um... I-I'm just wondering if anyone would be willing to give me combat lessons, m-mainly with sword fighting or just hand-to-hand combat. I promise I will pay you back in some way and... I, um, a-appreciate any help...

[She glances away for a moment, awkwardly clearing her throat, before she remembers something.]

O-oh, and Amalia, I'm still up for giving you those tech lessons if you still want them. And if anyone else would want tech lessons, I would be glad to help. Or, um, if you want any tech made, I can help with that too... Well, when the workshop is repaired.

[There's a slightly pause after that, almost as if she was gonna say something else, but she seems to change her mind.]

( action prompt in a network post since i'm silly )

(actual network entry proper:)


so I just had the trippiest hibernation and it's not even the winter months yet, geez  ( ° へ° )
good morning tower
how long was I even out
everything didn't explode into awful in my absence right

[She's only half joking.]

anyway I actually have a genuine question drumroll please!
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anyone got time to show me how to swing a sword and not be stupid about it?
just purely for hobby reasons ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ