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Let's see... I've never put anything on this network thing before, so. Here's hoping I do this right...

[There's a pause, accompanied by the sound of rustling while this guy tries to figure out wtf he's doing. Zel can't technology for shit ok, give him a minute.]

Okay, there. My name is Zelgadis, and I'm interested in hearing more about alchemy. Specifically, I want to learn more about how it pertains to the creation of chimeras. Nothing I've been able to read so far has been of very much help, and I'm unable to preform alchemy myself, so I was hoping that reaching out like this might yield better results. So... hm. I didn't think this through very well... That's about all I have, I think. If you're able to use alchemy, or know someone who can, please get in touch with me.

...Okay, now how do I turn this off--

[And then it abruptly ends in the least cool way possible.]

gundhamster

[The video starts with Gundham just sort of sitting on a bale of hay at the stables. His newfound magical abilities has made upkeep far easier as he no longer really needed to go into town for supplies, and he now had a bit too much time with his own thoughts. After a moment of hesitation, he finally decides to speak.]

I have a hypothetical that I would like opinions on from the rest of you.

( Cut for length and death mention )

individuates

This is a completely random question, but does any one else have issues with familiars running away with their things? Food, favourite clothes - devices? Say, burying them?

Asking for a friend.

Okay, I'm not, it's me, it's not a completely random question, this is the third time this week and I don't actually know which one is doing it.

corpsewarblade

[After everything that had happened over the Forest of the Fisherking mission, Mukuro was feeling restless. Really, really restless.

She'd been here almost two months. The entire time trying to consistently pull off an act that she really wasn't at all equipped to handle, not outside of the very limited and controlled environment of the killing game, anyway. And...it was exhausting. Even if it was absolutely essential she double-down on the 'Junko' act under the current circumstances, she knew she'd just keep letting things slip if she didn't let anything out right now.

There was no way that any sleep was coming tonight. So, maybe if she wrote an anonymous post on the network in the middle of the night, it would be fine, right? If she was lucky, no one would spot it, and tomorrow she could put her best Fashionista act back on like nothing had happened.]

27 FEB XX, 0233

Seeking advice for not going crazy during an extended undercover mission. Any potential breaches of cover have been effectively managed, however the indefinite timescale involved is making this difficult.

Failure is not an acceptable outcome under any circumstances, for reasons I cannot disclose here.

Mission commander uncontactable at present and usual tactics are proving less effective given... sudden magical transportation to another world being completely beyond the scope of either my training or the original brief.

Any strategic input would be appreciated.

Over and out.

[A pause, before she decided to sign off with an emoji. Just to leave the option open in case she needed to reach out again whilst she was stuck in this situation.]

🔪

avalonmods

As promised.

Arthur Pendragon, ask me anything. AMA, as it's called.

[ MOD NOTE: Arthur will reply to questions as best as he can with a couple responses per person. He has a lot to continue catching up on and learning himself so he can't continue conversations with everyone at leisure, but he wants to let everyone get to know him. New responses will be cut off after the 29th. ]

emet_sulk

[ Sometime during the month, an image is uploaded (the infamous LONG BREAD), accompanied by the following caption: ]

Assist me in proving a point to my unrepentant friend: this is not how one slices bread.

emet_sulk

[ Sometime in the middle of the month, a video is uploaded to the network. It's pre-recorded and opens with a man in his late 20s (Emet-Selch) setting up his phone so that it will stay in place and upright. Many will recognise the scene behind him as being one of the generic kitchenettes belonging to an inn room.

On the table before the camera are a few sheets of paper with alchemy circles drawn on them, heaped with small piles of raw, natural ingredients such as salt and clay and the like. ]

Hmm... It appears to be functioning as intended. Good.

[ Retreating from the camera, he crosses his arms. His posture is quite lax, attire casual, but his manner is quite austere. ]

This is intended for the man I met almost a moon ago, who proposed to me the idea of creating a a book - a grimoire, if you will - filled with pages of alchemical circles that I might easily access spells I need instead of drawing them anew time and again. But I am sure there are others who may benefit from this knowledge as well.

[ He gestures, drawing attention to the pages on the table. ]

Here, I have drawn some simple transformations. Observe--

[ At his whistle, a dog-sized, shadowy, dragon-like creature hops up on to the seat next to him. Emet-Selch focuses on the pages and his familiar follows suit. The first circle begins to glow.

A snap of his fingers, a flash of light, and suddenly there is a ceramic plate sitting on top of the page in place of its raw components. It is plain and unfired of course, but it is certainly a plate.

He repeats this process for the next two sheets of paper, producing a square of cloth and a short, wooden rod respectively. ]

I have yet to see if this transformation can be done without placing the raw materials within the circle itself, but for now, it seems promising.

[ END TRANSMISSION. ]

temptationaccomplished

[There's a tartan patterned tin box of cookies (or biscuits, depending on your culture of origin) placed open on the duvet of a hotel room. In the middle of all the shortbread, however, is a caramel colored hognose snake. The voice that speaks is male, and very British.]

Look at you. [The snake scents the air with its tongue.] Yes, I'm very glad to see you're here as well, but did you have to hitch your ride in my tin? I'm sure they have accommodations for that sort of thing, something to keep you from freezing in the bay. You needn't ruin perfectly good biscuits. I'm not sure we can find more here. Those were from home--MY home, before all this nonsense. We'll find you an enclosure and proper food in a bit; in the meantime you have a lamp, why don't you take a nap. You snakes enjoy your naps, keeps you out of trouble.

[Aziraphale's face comes into view. He appears to be a 50ish year old white male, with a cherubic face and upturned nose, and a head of pale blond curls. He looks like an angel. He's also tired; this has been a day and he has just recently arrived.]

Up to his old tricks, I see. Terribly sorry about him--somehow he always manages to hit just enough buttons to do something awful to these devices. Surprised it works at all since he seems to be powerless now. But since I have you all here:

I'm looking for someone. A, um. A friend of mine: [A smile that cannot be contained] tall, roguishly handsome and whip-thin, with red hair. Probably wearing sunglasses. He goes by the name Anthony Crowley.

If anyone should see him, would you be so kind as to let him know-- [Someone has to decide what name to use now. Mr. Fell is the default when talking to humans. Aziraphale is his name. So the choice he does make is telling, even if it's only telling to the person who it matters to.] --his Angel is looking for him. I would be ever so grateful.

[A deep breath] Right, so.

Camelot. It's changed a great deal since I last saw it.

Miss Redfield has already asked about good food, so I won't repeat her inquiries. But I would like to know if there are any good libraries or bookshops, and what if any additional resources one might provide about this world and its culture?

Thank you.

theskyaccepts

[The video opens with Tsuna sitting in one of the rooms at the inn. He's leaning against a Griffin, who doesn't seem too upset with the situation. If anything, it's kind of nudging Tsuna's arm, looking for attention.

As for Tsuna, he seems thoughtful.]

Uh...so...I've, uh, never really used magic before. But I think I have elemental magic here...I don't know. It's mostly just been fire.

[He holds up his hand and a small flame bursts in his palm before engulfing the hand entirely. He sighs a little in regret]

I'm mostly just wondering how you turn it off. I'm going to have to wait until it stops burning now.

[There's a sense he has more to ask but he's just going to hold off for now.]

jurisprudence

Interesting — a few weeks ago a pack of charlatans sent people into the forest on a wild goose chase that purported to be a "quest", but now that the allegedly real ones have turned up, I find they aren't all that less absurd than the ersatz version. Chasing wild pigs, building snow sculptures...one almost wonders if we aren't all being mocked again.

More productively, I'm interested in finding a regular chess partner. I will provide the board; scheduling and location can be subsequently discussed. I would prefer someone with at least passing familiarity with the game, though I suppose lessons can be arranged for novices just as easily.

I find myself...in need of distraction, this time of year.

— M. Edgeworth

[OOC: If you're interested in doing quests with Edgeworth, feel free to use this post as a jumping-off point! He may not want to do them, but I sure do. Otherwise, have some network shenanigans!]

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