(OPEN) COMMUNITY MESSAGE BOARD @ STARTER BASE

[shuckit]

▶ WHO: Everyone!!
▶ DATE: July 9th 2015
▶ WARNINGS: none thus far
▶ SUMMARY: A place to share your ic infos, if you please! Thomas is a freaking busy body, and he wants to get all the clues about this place gathered up, so he's going to start writing stuff he's found/woke up with onto a wall in one of the labs, and leave notes around the compound for others to do the same.



[ in one of the lab rooms, you'll find a message (possibly with more messages) scrawled on one of the walls (literally ON TO it, with either pen or a marker). it reads: ]



[ because thomas is super good about being specific. and communicative. but basically, that's what he's posting here - notes. clues, useful information, curious things - information. the advantage the gladers had in getting out of the maze was that they were united, and cooperating for the same goal. thomas doesn't know anyone here, and only has maybe two pieces of what's a much larger puzzle. he needs the rest.

so, around the compound, you'll find scraps of paper that have been taped or pinned to walls (or written directly onto them) that read in the same handwriting: ]

SEE LAB ROOM [[ ROOM NUMBER HERE ]] FOR INFO

IF YOU FOUND SOMETHING, WRITE IT DOWN

[ again, he is awesome at being verbose. if your character decides to investigate the room, they'll find thomas's notes already pinned or written onto the wall, plus whatever is left in the comments below. thomas himself will likely be around more often than not, reading things, scrawling stuff of paper, looking contemplative, or being passed the fuck out in a corner, if they want to bug him. ]


[[ ooc; okay so thomas is a nut, and also i thought we could use an icly set up means for characters to share the clues they woke up with/stuff they found/whatever other information about stuff going down. if you want, put up a top level for the actual note your dude/dudette is leaving, and idk people can tag into it if they want to seek your character out and bug them? or write notes under the note you left? idefk, let's do stuff, go wild???


PS, IF YOU WANT THE TL;DR VERSION OF THIS, i tried organizing an IC list that Thomas would have made over here. It's not perfect, so don't consider that like end all be all, but thought it might help. ]]

Comments

[gayson]

It's slang for inebriated/sloshed/pissed/tanked/drunk

[showmantic]

u got any snacks?

post-it

[borntochoose]

[He decides to keep on using the notes instead of just going off to find her. Last time he did that didn't end well, so.]

Sounds interesting. Where should we meet? I'm ready wherever you are.

Assuming you're coming with me.

- S

R u d e, also phone tagging, forgive typos pls

[shuckit]

Figuring out who put us here, why and how we get to them.

[ because Thomas isn't okay with just escaping. No, he wants revenge. Not everyone is going to survive this, by the time they get to their new overlords, and he already has more than enough rage at people being taken from their homes and toyed with, even without thinking of the number that aren't likely to make it. ]

If you think any one of us can do that on our own, you're dumber than you look.

[ as she tries to peer at the paper he's scrawling on, he holds it up for her to see - half of it is a list of the names that've been mentioned by the clues left with others, another a list of things that 'find the six' could mean, but the majority of it is chemical compounds and equations. Trying to figure what can be used to synthesize the treatment for Kieren. Just because ev knows people are going to die, doesn't mean he's going to sit by and let it happen. ]

Helping. Someone needs medicine. I'm trying to make it.

[ or at least get something that can pass for it until they get more supplies. Thomas lifts the pencil, pointing back at the wall. ]

Read the board, find a problem, fix it. [ questions also considered problems. A beat, and his expression sours, angry. ] Otherwise, keep your shuck hands off my stuff.

[alonetogether]

I'm going.

[ She gets up, closing the art book and stuffing it into her also-scavenged purple backpack. She swings it up onto her shoulders. ]

I need to find someone.

[oplourgia]

[That's enough to get two simultaneously-raised eyebrows out of Halsey, though she doesn't comment. Largely unfazed by Kal's floating, she closes the distance between them and squints at his suit, which she assumes is doing the work. She doesn't stop the conversation while inspecting him, because why should she?]

It will, if I'm recalling correctly [of course she's recalling correctly] have large photovoltaic arrays and associated storage batteries, as well as communications equipment.

[Which will have to do, she supposes.]

Could you carry approximately half a metric ton into low orbit with you?

[Wait 'til she introduces you to 450 kilograms of mild-mannered supersoldier and ridiculous power armor, Kal.]

[rexponsible]

[That is definitely not a baby T. rex, and Claire just stared at the picture with dread. Again, why her. It was like the Jurassic World fiasco was doomed to haunt her for her mistakes.]

That is definitely not a T. rex. That is a velociraptor, and like I said, you're lucky to be alive. How were you able to escape?

[antagonize]

+ naepolitan ice cream
or naepolitan soup at this point

green post-it, not so neat handwriting.

[antagonize]

could be a nickname
a really ugly nickname
but still a nickname

[The mystery thickens........]

wanted for murder?
the id had a picture but it was also burned off

[Which means: It's possible both the paper and the ID were recovered from a fire.]

[rexponsible]

Whoever this person is, and if he's really one and the same, it makes me wonder why we're finding documentation on him. He obviously has some sort of relevance to our predicament, but I don't know if he's in the same boat as us or not at all.

[Plus, "wanted for murder" doesn't sound reassuring.]

Where was the fire? Obviously not here. I am also seconding your question re: the location of Cazemoria.

Re: on torn, crumpled paper.

[runningcommentary]

Ooh, pick me.

[showmantic]

more the merrier bring whatever u got

[runningcommentary]

Nothing useful. Pretty sick irony this apocalypse has. I'll try to find something.

[showmantic]

if u dont got nothin its fine 2

best be funny tho

[runningcommentary]

Does funny-looking count?

[showmantic]

LOL i like you already m8

[runningcommentary]

That was quick, usually it takes me at least a few hours before people fall for me.

[showmantic]

A/S/L?

scribbled on a fragment of notebook paper taped below

[lostsoldier]

^^ Officially nominating this person to run it.

[rexponsible]

[Operations were her forte, but she hardly needed to get into the job again so soon - especially since the last fiasco was still fresh in her mind. Then again, it would give her a sense of something to do, especially since the world was supposedly ended. She still didn't believe that.]

[As it was - ]

I don't think we need an overall director just yet. As long as there are heads per team, they can make up a council for decision-making and inter-team coordination.

[borntochoose]

[So Clark isn't exactly knowledgeable, but he isn't dumb either. Which means that he very much gets the importance of a power source in this kind of situation, and it makes him raise both eyebrows. Her apparent lack of surprise at his flight doesn't bother him either: ever since he woke up it's either people can't believe he flies, and people who don't even question it. She's just part of the second category.]

I should be able to bring them intact, but we'll see how they cross the atmosphere. As for the weight, I have never really tried but it shouldn't be a problem? I can try to fly around with that weight for a bit first to test my endurance.

What do you want to bring into orbit?

post-it; stuck to the drawing

[bronzini]

tried that at summer camp one year. i wouldn't call my skills lethal.

you can kill with one of those?

[oplourgia]

Atmosphere is not a concern.

[Halsey retrieves a tablet computer from the table near where she was sitting and taps at it briefly.

JOHN, PLEASE JOIN ME IN THE MEDICAL BAY AT YOUR EARLIEST CONVENIENCE.

"Your earliest convenience" is a polite military euphemism for "right the hell now, mister," so she expects him within minutes at most, since he wouldn't have gone farther than a few kilometers without informing her.]

As for "what"...I don't expect you to do this unaided.

carefully written under the last post-it

[bronzini]

Like a policer taser? I don't know. You'd have to get closer to use it, that might help with aim.

[antagonize]

it's possible he was in the same situation as us
before he and whoever lived in this place moved on to greener pastures that is

[He's keeping the fact he heard a fire upon waking up to himself. He's not sure if it's related to this, or just to the fact he's been, uh. Blown up before.]

do you still have the paper?