Have any of you checked out the library on floor three lately? Got some pretty good books here.

[He picks up one and begins reading.]

True --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why would you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my sense --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Harken! And observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

 So, would anyone care to share what really happened before, during and after they were hooked up to a machine?

how did ur playdate go wit jasun

A-alright t-then. So the danger seems to have p-passed for t-the most part, but c-can you r-really tell in a place like t-this?

Ugh, this is what this place is always like, isn't it?

[Veronica vents a small groan. This place wasn't very fun anymore.]

A-anyway, while we're in d-down time, I-I'd like t-to m-make a request.

Does anyone know how to repair clothing? I-I got a p-package a long t-time ago of torn clothing that I'd l-like mended.

[Is that an undead woman on the video feed? Yes, yes it is. One that's still getting herself acquainted with the functions of the network terminals, judging by the fiddling and mumbling she's doing.

Is this thing on... oh!

Hello, everyone! My name is Annika Whittenberg, and I have a few things that I would like to announce, if it's no bother. To start, I've noticed that there's not much clothing in this place. I'd like to offer my services as a tailor to anyone that might need something made. This robe is one that I've made myself... [She holds up an arm to show it off, then stands, turns herself about, and sits back down.] ...but I can make many other things. I'd appreciate a little bit of payment for my time, but I'm sure that won't be hard to work out. I've always been reasonable about such things. I believe you can send me a message on this... network? Or look for me in the dorms, I suppose. I'm in room 1-05.

Ah, yes, and also... if you're out and about and trying to fight monsters, please don't attack me. I'm not one of them. I'm one of you. Honestly, we're all pretty much on the same side, let's not be too jumpy...

Oh, and... I ought to ask properly... if there's anyone else here from Azeroth? Please let me know. Thank you.

[This time there is no radio message announcing the presence of another code or clue. Instead what appears on the terminal. What does appear, however, are two sets of numbers, a few short beeps and then nothing. If one were to look at the numbers they would see that they are 56 34. Once again, Mitch will not respond.]

Once again a third, different transmission begins to play over the terminals with the same time given in between as the second. The difference? This one appears to be programmed to appear only at night time. So night owls sit back and enjoy.

{OOC: First and second.

Answers

Riddle for those able to decode the data stream: Materse Toiboid Phillips
Edsel Rustin Lotus}

A few days after the first transmission, another begins to play as well. This time it began to play every other hour of every other day. The mystery broadcast sounded much like that of a british lady and just as off as the first.

For those following the broadcast, they may notice some similarities between this broadcast and the first. That being that there seems to be something hidden within the words, static and beeps.

[OOC: Alright first off, the code for the first is written in the Pigpen cipher; the code. And the answer. Note for one reason or another my computer will not let me type in pigpen. Sorry for all the links.

Code for the second transmission 20-8-18-15-21-7-8 1 4-1-18-11 12-1-2-25-18-9-14-20-8 12-15-14-7 6-15-18-7-15-20-20-5-14 9-12-12-21-13-9-14-1-20-9-15-14 9-19 6-15-21-14-4. The code's answer can be found in same place as the first. Once again everyone can mingle here, but Mitch will not respond.]

It was time to put all plans, theories and information into motion, time to start moving. Residents looking through the terminals, or perhaps just passing by will notice a strange broadcast playing. To most it probably sounds like nothing more than garbled words and noise. Even fewer would likely even know what the line itself is from. But to those who pay attention, to those who are curious enough, to those with the right mind set; they may find something...off.

Something possibly disturbing about the broadcast. With the way it seems to repeat itself in a very timed and obviously controlled matter. Once every three hours, the broadcast plays, then mysteriously vanishes. Any attempt to trace its origins will be fruitless.

{OOC: Alright so like I stated earlier, this is happening. Note that you're characters are free to reply and interact with each other however they want in this post. Just note that Mitch here will not respond back.

This will be his attempt at drawing attention towards the broadcasts. The next one should be posted on Wednesday, along with the code and answer to the first. Anyway have fun.}

So I'm feeling pretty patriotic right now. Can anyone sing along to these lyrics? And can you tell me what they are?

Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Note, it's American and today is special. Praise the Fourth.

What meaningless threats.

Of course we're going to die, everything dies at one point in time. If anything that was a luxury she gave us...if it is true.

What do you all think? Are you brave and willing to face whatever happens? Or will you be like one of the masses of sheeple; either scared and confused, unwilling to meet whatever truth lays ahead? Or maybe even be blinded to it too the bitter end?

This is a legitimate question by the way. I am doing a survey.

Hello to everyone that is listening in on this. I have a simple question to ask of you all. What would you say are your goals while you are present within the tower. Also, what would you do to accomplish them?

[ Greetings people of the tower, have the King of Evil who cursed the tower this month appear on the terminals, for the first time in over six months. He looks fairly neutral, with a very light smile. ]

So long as it been since I last posted here, and yet I see nothing changed. The same cycle has been repeating over and over again, both here and where we come from. Higher powers play with those they see as inferior... Cruel and pointless games meant to satisfy their own amusement. From the tortured crowds sometimes a voice arise, then many--

But at the first bone tossed their way, the mindless masses go back in rank behind the higher powers they chose to venerate as deities. At the first occasion to forget, they chose blissful ignorance. Yes... In the end, complacency reigns. People always return to their meaningless preoccupations and lose of sight what should matter most.

[ He pauses and shakes his head in disapproval before continuing. ]

Have voice even been heard in this tower? Many entertained -and without a doubt still do- the idea that following certain golden haired women would bring them what they longed for. Yet, nothing happened. All they did was replace a deplorable situation with another, build a false hope they could comfort themselves with. All they did was turn a blind eye on reality.

Not a voice arise to stand against the status quo. [A very short and deep chuckle.] How pathetic. Tell me, Tower of Animus, do you not believe time has come for you to awaken and bring about an end to this?

so, the whole politics in the tower aside what happens to our unwitting guests will they go to the space between spaces? Or just sent back to whence they came?

More importantly, why should we care?

so does any1 no of any misc. mysteries that need to be solved? im in a detective kind of mood right now
so will be willing to help if the price is right and its interesting enough.

also, has anybody noticed a SCAR assault rifle somewhere?