you know what today is? international cat day

you know what you should all celebrate? international cat day

also maybe no one else cares, but looks like katsuya's gone. I'll be holding try-outs for Lambda-sama's personal patissiere in the cafeteria tomorrow

[She's actually much more upset about this than it looks.]

Does anyone else kind of want to stay here instead of go home? If there was a way to make it safe to live here, would anyone else stay?

filtered from Ganondorf Dragmire 'cuz he don't need your sass

This is strange and I am not used to doing it, so you will have to settle for what you get.

I was one of the monsters last month. One of the ones in a red mask.

I attacked people.

I'm sorry.

[He's glad he decided to do this through text, because it gave him a lot of time to struggle with word choice. In the time it took him to write those 5 sentences, he laughed, grimaced, put his head in his hands, gagged, revised, and stared at the monitor blankly more times than he could count. All in all, he spent about 20 minutes typing up a message that can be read in 10 seconds.

And he still has one more thing to add, just in case the two people he's on relatively close terms with come across this post. He can't have them worried he's going soft, after all.]

filtered to Nesir Aeser and Lambdadelta

If you know what's good for you, you'll say nothing about this. Just trust me.

[That's right, why would you want to spend your time worrying about monsters when you can draw yoru troubles away? You don't have anything better to do, drawing is the most important.

Only Lambda would think this is a good idea.]

[Well well... this man seems rather amused as soon as he comes on to the video feed. He's smirking, a rather sadistic smile on his face, and there's simply one thing he wishes to address.]

....I return it seems, residents of the tower. How long was I gone for? I wonder I wonder...

[Aah but he can't contain his sanity for long, oh no! He's far too excited to be back.]

Come... I beg of you... let me hear it, let me see it, what kinds of screams will you all make, what kinds of struggles will you go through in this tower...?! I've missed it, oohh how I've missed seeing all of this! Ihihihuhahahah....! Do not disappoint me....!

[in other words, hello this wonderful being is back and ready for some fun.]

...One simple question however.... has anyone seen her....? I need to know- where is she, my master, the one that has accepted me... Beatrice? Do not keep me from her.

So everyone's worked up and sad right so, let's do something to fix that!

[The feed clicks on. Hunched over the terminal is a haggard, shivering man in a Nazi uniform with snow still dusting his body, who's glaring at the camera as if he's trying to burn a hole through whoever is watching. He's silent for a moment, just breathing heavily, until he finally speaks in a voice that's as gravelly and uneven as a cobblestone road.]

...That's it. [His German accent is thicker than ever, as if he's not even trying to speak properly anymore. He sounds strangely serene underneath it all, eerily so.] I've had it. I can't take it anymore. I don't want to live here-

[He cuts himself off sharply after his voice rises in volume, and he draws in a ragged breath, shutting his eyes. A violent shudder runs through his body, and a strap of leather slides down his shoulder as a result. He shrugs it back up, and the glinting metal of a large gun can be seen behind his back.]

...I don't. You are all- [A look crosses his face like he's just thought of a funny joke. He gives a chuckle, and the sound is light and airy, but it's weak, too.] You're all laughing, aren't you? You're laughing- [He slams his fists down on the terminal, all traces of good humor gone from his face and his tone.] -und you're happy that I am suffering like this! Well, I'll give you all another reason to hate me, ja?

[He straightens up, and for a moment, a pained expression crosses his face. He puts a hand to his head, mutters:] Shut up, shut up!

[And then he tugs his gun off its strap and over his shoulder. To those who are familiar with WWII-era weaponry, it's an MP 40 sub-machine gun, and Richtofen's holding it with a vice grip. He gives the camera a lopsided grin, then shouts at the terminal, at the viewer.]

Why don't you all try to give me one reason why I shouldn't knock on every door in this hallway und blow the brains out of whoever answers? Hmm? Come on, I know you have it in you! Convince me, heroes. [He spits out that last word like it's poison.

Speaking up again, his voice is bitter. There's an almost mournful edge to it.] Give me a reason to try und be a good person.

[And then he leans against the terminal again, eyes darting to and fro over the screen, gripping the gun tightly in his trembling hands.]


((ooc: Richtofen is at one of the terminals on the 2nd dormitory level. action replies are welcomed! just beware that an action reply also puts you at risk of being attacked by Richtofen. he has no supernatural abilities, but he has a knife and an itchy trigger finger.

warning - replies may include violence, dark subject matter, and possibly suicide if Richtofen isn't calmed down. as always, he has a permissions post that you can use to let me know what you are and aren't okay with, or you can just let me know in your tag.))

[Lancer is slowly getting better at this network thing, though he still doesn't know how to do anything fancy with it and doesn't really like it.  He would much rather be talking to people face to face, but he knows in this case, that is just not a feasible option.  Not if he wants to find what he's looking for in an acceptable amount of time.

The face that greats the network this afternoon is somewhat pale and uncertain, though very focused on his task.]

Forgive my intrusion, but I was wondering if I could ask for some assistance from the residents here.  After last week's experiment, I would like to try and find a few things to gift to others.  I arrived shortly before the experiment started and so, I'm afraid I don't really know where to start looking for these things.

Specifically what I'm looking for are things related to tea and serving it, but I'm open to other suggestions if you have them.  I don't have a whole lot since I'm new, but I am a skilled fighter among other things and very willing to offer my services in trade for any assistance I receive.

I thank you all in advance for your help.  It is greatly appreciated.


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(OOC:  This post is open to anyone who would actually like to help Lancer with his task, but also to people whose characters would like to troll, hurt, or otherwise take advantage of this poor sap who apparently still hasn't learned his lesson about being so trusting.)

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[Guess who has just discovered the terminals exist?]

What is strength to you, or what it is to be strong?

Alternatively, who is it that has right to rulership, or to command? Do you agree with the sentiment that those who are strong are superior and thus have greater rights than those who are weak?

And if that is the case: may the weak become strong?

[All this language nonsense is severely lacking in Korean. Let's fix that.]

So, I have heard several languages being spoken here recently, but I can't understand anything so far... Not even what I recognize as Japanese or English! I don't know how such a thing is possible, but it seems obvious now that I'm not the only one experiencing this!

[Yeah, there was something about translators, but that shouldn't mess around with being able to understand your native tongue... right?]

Is there anybody at all out there who can understand me right now? Many people here speak an impressive number of languages! Yes, it's truly impressive...! Actually, I am truly ashamed of my own lack of foresight right now. If I had studied more than only English, I would have been prepared for just this kind of situation!! From now on, I'll make sure to devote time to learning any language I can in this Tower!

I will start by asking that anybody who can understand me teach me anything else they know!

[Yeah, he seems pretty pleased with that idea. He repeats the message again in Vietnamese, albeit a little paraphrased. And for those who don't understand him... He holds up a paper and a pencil so they're clearly visible on camera. He taps the pencil against the paper to signify that he is totally ready for pictionary if he needs to be. This can only end in awful misinterpretations all around.]

[The text portion is repeated several times, in English, Japanese, German, Russian, Latin, French and Greek.]

if we can't talk let's draw, that guy had the right idea

[At first what Dax is saying is completely incomprehensible--a good ear for languages may notice it's the same language the worker units are speaking. Dax has some sort of device in his hand, though, and after fiddling with it a little eventually his words become understandable to anyone listening:]

--Testing, testing--aha, there we are. Alright--well, to get this out of the way for our new residents, I'm Dax, and I'm an administrator of the Tower. Anyway, as you may have noticed, we're having a few minor malfunctions when it comes to our usual translation process which wasn't helped by having to divert all that power to quarantining and scrubbing radiation. I'm using a portable device to translate this to all of you and to translate any of your responses, but it's a bit fussy.

We should have everything fixed within a day or two, however! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.

[He sounds just a bit nervous about the prospect of Q&A, though. It's as if these situations often bring long discussions and arguments, or something.]

I know I haven't been up and around much lately but now that it's October (again), I suppose a bit of Halloween celebration is in order. Now, since our captors have been kind enough to provide a surplus of pumpkins, would anyone like to join me in carving some Jack-o'-lanterns?