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Who: K.P. Hob & various
Username: K.P.Hob
Warnings: None

[Standing beside and towering over a combat dummy is one K.P. Hob. As always he stands ramrod straight, though today he holds his well-used halberd in one hand. His attire is a crisply pressed peacoat worn over a knitted turtleneck.

No pants.

He clears his throat, yellow eyes briefly shifting to the person recording this video before, apparently reassured, focusing once more on the lens. When he speaks his voice is deep and refined, with the affectation of rolling the odd R here or there. Somehow, his mouthful of many sharp teeth fails to obstruct his speech even slightly.]

Ahem. Good evening. I come to you today with a request. You see, while these—[he pauses here to give the dummy a light swat with the flat of his blade for emphasis]—are adequate while drilling forms, I find myself sorely lacking in practical combat exercises. To this end, I would like to enquire if anyone is in need of a sparring partner?

semilethal

Who: Donatello Hamato
Username: OthelloVonRyann
Warnings: n/a (so far, will update as needed)

[Behold, a very typical 'nerd' voice. Canonically mistaken for a fake nerd voice, because it is so nerdy.]

For those of you who are capable of following the scientific theory, I hope you engaged thoughtfully in the observation step when you arrived. For those of you who cannot or will not, may Feynman have mercy on your particles.

My query: when you arrived here, where was it? With whom? In what physical state? I need data. No matter how mundane or unremarkable your experiences or their retelling may be, I must hear them. Scientific advancement demands it.

As an aside, how does an echo 'hear' something? Please explain.

graveyounglady

Who: Mercy Graves
Username: mercyme
Warnings: discussion of death, death rites, burial, religion (both real world and fantasy)
What: Mercy asks about the burial rites and preferences of people from other worlds to help ensure their bodies and souls are taken care of as they would like if they die.

To the Gentlefolk of Other Worlds,

We ring in this new year with sad tidings, indeed. Another of our number has fallen, Mr. George Milton. He was a good and kind man possessed of strong morals and the sort of community spirit I find myself aspiring to. His loss is another wound upon the soul of our own community, one that still bears the scar of Garner Cinderbrooke's loss, and the loss of every soul who has disappeared since our arrival in this new world.

In my own world, much of my life has been spent tending the graves of those who have passed on, some in violence, some with the peace of sunlight, friends, and family surrounding them. The religions of my world have set ways to honor the dead and see they're tended to. My people follow Brother Earth, one who tends to all lost souls that may come to his embrace. But my family arranged and performed rites for other peoples. Those who bend their heads to the Blind Mother, mostly.

I know their rites. I know how to honor them.

I do not know how George Milton would have wished to be honored. We can only guess. I would beseech you, friends, make a record here and now. Should the worst befall you in these uncertain times, how would you see yourself honored? What prayers or rituals would you see performed to please your god or your soul, as you believe it to be, free of gods. Life must always end, and it is important to contemplate what that end would look like for you.

For my part, the Sradan people prepare a body for burial, ensuring the body will not rot or spread disease, and allow it to lie for one day while a celebration is held at the plot where they are to spend the Long Rest. We commemorate their life, share stories of them, and thank those in the graves nearby for their neighborly spirit. The one who has died is placed within a simple wooden casket of the most modest design and materials--whatever is to hand--and buried. The next day is for quiet mourning and deep, intimate conversation with the grave for those who need it.

And that is our way. Please, friends, tell me what is yours.

May the Light of Pelor Guide You,
Mercy Graves

rarelybecome

Who: Wake and anyone!
When: Vague first half of October
Where: neighborhood of the ADI building, other locations possibly TBA.
Summary: From having a real bad time in space to having a real bad time in coastal Massachusetts.
Warnings: disorientation, dissociation, paranoia, the complex trauma of space colonialism, implied violence, implied pregnancy trauma, self-disgust and body autonomy issues resulting from both of the above

( now row, row, you're never gonna go )

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