Characters: EVERY-FUCKING-BODY WHO WANTS TO BE HERE
Location: The bunker
Date: timey-wimey; this is generally for threading stuff during and/or after the major endgame discoveries have been made (444/445), but if you want to do a thread that takes place before all that when everything seems much more hopeless, go ahead; no one's going to stop you
Summary: AND YOU'RE HEEEEEERE IN MY HEART AND MY HEART WILL GO ON AND OOOOOOOOOO-OOO-OOOOON
Warnings: if your character does something terrible tell me so i can edit a warning in here

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[Rhys is settled down for the night, in the evening hours after lockdown on 432. He's taken off all his extras to let them air out, and sitting in his ripped t-shirt and looking mostly comfortable. He's better at getting comfortable than anyone should by any rights, here.]

So, I am actually staying in the convenience store here in Res 3, because you don't get pushed out anymore? I was going to try and hike to the next building, but the aura was gone and...well, I didn't get shoved out. That's good news, sort of. Saves me a little hiking.

The Bad News is, that's probably because there's been a change to the food. Some of what's here has gone rotten, and I don't think there's as much stuff as there was last time I was here. Food might be starting to run out, along with everything else.

[He looks much less happy about that.]

I'm hoping it's just this store, but I'm not sure. So if anyone else hits any other places around that have food, do a check and see what you think, alright? I'm going to start rationing just in case, though.

[That's all he was really here to say, so the video feed blinks out for a while, pending responses.]

[There's the sound of breathing and boots crunching through snow -- this is one of those feeds created on the move, it would seem. When Stephen speaks, his voice is lighter, easier than it had sounded for a long while before his death. It's like a burden has been lifted from him, but there's something wry in his tone, too.]

You can count me back among the living. Or I can, when I sit down and catch up.

[Haha census humor. The lightness drains from his voice as he turns to more painful and worrying matters.]

I've been catching up on some of what I missed...it looks as though I'm not the only one who's learned first hand how dangerous our counterparts can be. The one that killed me was able to access the bunker; I don't know if someone let him in or if he'd stolen a tablet. I'd found a key card and a microchip I believe might grant access to the remaining locked room there, but they're not among my supplies now. If anyone found them...please. Please let me know. If that thing has them....

Gabriel, Vanitas. I'm sorry I left you, and I hope the fact that your names haven't been posted since mine was means you didn't follow in my footsteps. And Peter? You're an idiot. That goes for both of you.

[It's Peter, holding up his tablet to his face, and he's outside in the snow, walking.

He's also got a nosebleed.]

This is DJ Star-Lord coming to you from live from Norfinbury!

Anyway, I thought you guys might wanna see this.

[He turns the tablet around to show his anomaly, which is...well. It looked like he was made out of rock and mud, but there's like, all this crap on top of him. He's got tendrils that are hanging onto things--bits of rubble, mostly, and a pair of bath slippers that Peter threw at him to see if he'd catch them. The only thing recognizable about the slug-like creature is its the top part of its head, which looks like Peter's, except that its mouth is large and muddy.

And his anomaly is yelling at him. Mud is spewing everywhere.]

Hey! Give me that, that tablet's mine! You suck!

[And he's yelling back.]

You suck, you creepy-ass trash compactor! And it's mine.

[Peter turns back to the tablet, shrugging.]

He's been following me around but he's actually not that bad company? He's cool for an anomaly version of myself. We've been mostly listening to music and chilling while I've been trying to get over my death price. Which...I'd kinda like to apologize for and I'm really sorry if I said something I shouldn't have?

You were drunk as all get-out, bro! And I'm the real deal! You hear that, Norfinbury? I'm the real DJ Star-Lord!

Shut up!

[A pause.]

I'm not gonna lie, I was super creeped out by him at first, because like...look, it's me, but pancaked? But he hasn't tried to kill me or anything. He says he just wants to like...run stuff over a lot? It's weird. I dunno. So I guess if you're fast enough you can avoid this one.

But has anyone actually tried making friends with their anomaly?

[The feed opens on a view of ceiling tiles; anyone familiar with the hospital might recognize them. Off-screen there's the sound of rustling food wrappers and the crunch of someone chewing on chips and cookies, quite possibly with her mouth open.]

I am alive again. The anomalies -- the anomalies are dangerous. The ones with our friends' faces are dangerous.

[The monotone is muffled as well as hesitant; she's talking with food in her mouth despite the gravity of the topic.]

[Another body bag, another day.

Sherlock has gone through this enough times now that there's only a brief moment of terror and claustrophobia before he overcomes it and wrestles his way out. He mentally checks himself over for changes - nothing obvious - and then does the same physically - also nothing obvious. Annoying, that means it's likely to be something that will manifest without him being aware of the change.

He checks the network and sees that John and Mycroft both revived several days ago. Interesting. He feels a sudden overwhelming urge to share this with the network at large.]

So, it appears that I've taken rather longer to wake up than my compatriots, I suppose that makes some logical sense given the amount of times that I've been revived, it may take longer to repair me. Much like a car that's had to have multiple repairs and now fails its MOT, perhaps that means I won't be revived many more times if I continue to die.

[Hm, that was a longer ramble than he might have preferred. Death price? Possibly.]

Irrelevant, just theorising. On a more practical note, it would be sensible to compile a public list of the current "resident anomalies", their particular attributes, and their ways of attacking, to make it easier for others to avoid them.

Characters: Will Graham, Gregory House, Jared Rhys
Location: Building 325
Date: Day 417
Summary: Rhys drops by the shed to have his shoulder looked at and to help with House's hand.
Warnings: Body horror, medical horror, foreign objects stuck into flesh, electrical burns/scars, third-degree burns, gangrene, skin peeling off, drugs, suicidal ideations

( Exhuming things that's better left alone... )

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

Coming to you live from Norfinbury's only standing cult high school, one of several lead guitarist for the Snowhellion Band: Greg House!

[Hello, everyone. Did you need some music to laugh at the probably imminent apocalypse? Uncle Greg has got you. He has Zell's guitar, he's tuned it up, and he starts playing and singing Good Day Sunshine because screw the sun for being gone. He will call it back with the power of classic rock. Or he'll just jam out for a while. That works, too.

When House finishes the song, he'll add at the end.]

Taking requests. Looking at you, Quillster.

The sun is gone.
It's not just like that for us, right? You're all seeing it too?? Or *not* seeing it, I suppose.
And the clouds are all
ugh :C

[ And a minute or two later: ]

Well since all this seems very apocalyptic I'd like to say that I'm glad I met all of you
(even the people who kinda suck)
and that I'm very grateful for my time here, whether it's about to end or not.
I'd suggest you all tell the people who matter that you love them, just in case!! Dying with things left unsaid or undone is the WORST.

Sorry to be a complete freaking downer I just think this is really important

[Now that everything seems to be working again...sorta, it seems like the tablets are on the fritz which is...terrifying considering that's the only thing that's got any music left.]

Hey uh...

...look I'm not really big on apologies but I just wanna let you all know that I'm back to normal now and...and-- [This is hard.]

--I'm sorry for acting like a complete butthead.

So if you didn't see, the idiot evil version of me broke my Zune. And that means no more music, except what we got on the tablets. And now the tablets are freaking out so that's just great.

The Zune was...important to not only me, but to all of us. It's been there for me, us, during the worst times ever. And even if it's gone, it won't be forgotten. [Is this a eulogy? Maybe.]

Anyway, if you got links to any music, maybe we can put 'em all together here in one big thing. Cause that's all we got left.

[He's not about to cry, no.]

Characters: Bunkerlings. Bunkerlets. Bunkerbabbs.
Location: GUESS WHERE? IT'S THE BUNKER
Date: Day 395 - day 401 so it cuts off before the event on 402
Summary: It's yet another bunker mingle because Terri and Mis told me to and Cherry agreed and look peer pressure is scary okay please stop judging me I'm very fragile
Warnings: Put em in subject lines!

( bunker bunker bo unker, banana fana fo funker, fe fi mo munker )

Characters: Everyone listed here
Location: All around Norfinbury
Date: 395 (night)
Summary: A bunch of snobos try to replicate the success of the seance hosted by Will Graham on night 320.
Warnings: General Norfinhorror warnings/unknown. The previous seance event included descriptions of dissociative episodes and loss of bodily control.

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[It's Peter, bright and cheerful and clearly with a morgue behind him.]

Hey assholes, I'm back! Did you miss me? Of course, you did. Norfinbury was like, the most boring place ever without me, right?

Weirdly enough, it's been awhile? What's been happening?

Anyway, I've been thinking. Suddenly it's all really clear to me now? You know ol' Blue had a really good idea back then and I'm thinkin' I should probably start doing that. Except like, instead of thinking small, let's think big!

I claim all of it? Everything. All of that there? The whole town? [He waves his hand in a vague circle.] That's mine.

I know the whole territory thing didn't go over so well last time but come on, that was like, forever ago. Everybody's been beat down enough that you gotta have stopped like, caring so much by now? At least the smart people should've. We're all gonna die here anyway. I mean, not me, cause clearly I keep coming back.

You pay tribute to me for safe passage, use of resources, food, supplies, songs, y'know, the usual.

Oh hey, I'll take death videos too!