(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

[shuckit]

note that said 'find the six for answers' and a cheesecake

[shuckit]

why would we want to trust someone who won't even give a full name?

[unbreachable]

can't really hurt

[cleave]

I worked in a vet's office. He was teaching me.

[cleave]

We could try to jump start it. Maybe.

[cleave]

Maybe the weirdest thing that's been heard yet? Dubstep's probably weirder than the nails.

[cleave]

No. Just really big teeth.

[cleave]

Some of them do. Some don't. It's sort of about their personal preference.

[cleave]

[ scott looks a little taken aback by the enthusiasm, though he's seen this same kind of fervor on stiles face. car enthusiasts. maybe scott's missing out on it by virtue of not having his own wheels. ]

It's a Wrangler. It's pretty old though.

[ somehow scott doubts that matters ]

If he were here he could probably tell you all about it.

[shuckit]

not like there's much better to do

BT

[shuckit]

[ he's not actually butthurt about there being cardboard on his wall. he just thinks it looks weird. a little overkill on the conservation thing, but whatever you want to do, man. he shrugs, from where he is at the lab table. ]

It's fine. Just letting you know.

[ that's when he actually reads over what the sign says, pausing a moment to blink at it, and then ventures to comment. ]

You don't actually mean, like, half-gods, do you?

[unbreachable]

true story. if you see a guy walking around clicking at the coffee pot or microwave, that's me.

[anthropophagite]

yes. Thank you for the help.

Second post-it

[anthropophagite]

I'm sorry. [ he figures he should apologize because of this ]

[kamikaze]

A Wrangler!

[Repeated with such fervor it's as if someone told him God itself was strolling onto the earth and inciting an apocalypse.]

-- Oh, he's not here? Where is he?

[bronzini]

[ she arrives just after him, nervous but in a low-grade, 'i woke up in the zombie apocalypse' kind of way, and nothing to do with the person she's meeting himself. she's got her purse tucked over her shoulder, stocked with the medical supplies she found on the first day. gwen steps up just in time to see him peeling off the note, and figures this has to be the guy. ]

Hi! I'm Gwen. You must be the guy with the keys.

[bronzini]

i'll take it

and no, but - well, it was complicated, anyway. he's a good guy.

[anthropophagite]

And yours?

[suoxi]

A test..?

[ That's an interesting perspective. Something she hadn't quite though of yet, at any rate. She continues to pet River's hair, thoughts rolling in her head like waves in the ocean. ]

Where have you been staying?

[unbreachable]

[ Sure enough, he turns around and flashes a brief smile. ]

That's me. Raleigh Becket. Nice to meet you.

[enchangement]

Reality altering. Killing populations. Unkillable populations. How did they know any of this would work?

[ River pulls away just by a few inches after the physical contact has her feeling more grounded, more real, less likely to assume she'd lost her mind completely. It helps. It helps and it's good and that's the part she needs to hold on to. ]

Nowhere in particular. [ A shrug. ] Places to stay hidden. Should there be a home?

[enchangement]

...a magic horse

that sounds like a story

is there magic where you're from?

[queenoftherock]

I'm not your enemy if that's what you want to know. If I were I wouldn't be offering to help.

guess the colour

[kleptos]

I don't know what that is. But sure.

Is a game about being hungry that bad

[exceptyou]

[He's healed since that day, a ridge of grizzled scarring left over on both sides from where he had been impaled. If it hadn't been for her stitching then the scarring might have been worse, much worse. He has her to thank for fighting to keep him alive during those brutally cold months.

Joel watches her as her feet meet with the floor. She's standing there, she's unmoving. About to take one step forward and reach for her himself, to initiate that contact, he stops as there's unexpected movement. She nearly knocks the wind out of him as she rushes in. Shit - she's solid, she's real. He takes a shuddering breath and his hands are covering her shoulders, squeezing. She's alive. Ellie's okay.]

You're okay... [He breathes out, relieved. A hand slides up to cup the back of her head. It doesn't matter that they were caught in this awkward stage at the dam, walking on eggshells whenever switching out for patrols or whenever he'd return home from a shift. What matters is that she's here, now, and in his arms, and that she's safe.

A mental note is made to thank the "Batgirl" who had kept Ellie safe until he could show up.

As she repeats his name against his shirt, Joel comes back to the present, fully conscious of how she's crying. Christ, hearing her so broken like that, it just reminds him of when he'd found her in that burning bar, hacking at that man's face until he was barely recognizable. His grip tightens on her and he pulls away enough so he can get down on her level.]

Hey. We're all right, see? Look at me, Ellie.

[His fingers brush up under her chin; it makes him a little uncomfortable whenever he sees her crying, he just doesn't like seeing her upset. Especially over him.]