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[ When Freddie's voice comes across the Murmur, it's without a trace of its usual good humor or tongue-in-cheek wryness, the accent that had receded with enough time on the side of the country opposite New York in both geography and culture again coming to the fore with the severity of the situation. He is, for the moment, someone different; the context has shifted around him, and with it, the uniform. The crisis looms, just as the towers of smoke over ruined land had, just like the prospect of any in-flight emergency did once mortars and bombs were removed from the equation. There's a strange, familiar calm he hasn't felt to this extent in some time, a heightened rationality and awareness as his own feelings, maybe something as core as the self, fall to the side like shed skin. ]

So, everyone's heard Dr. Ratio and Lortel already. That's about the tune of it. This is what animals in my world do before a tsunami or hurricane. Given everything else that's happened here, we're looking at a catastrophic situation with the potential for mass casualties.

I was pilot-in-command on a bomber before I came here, and I went through SERE training back in the Air Force, to include water survival. I found a fiberglass boat and some lifejackets at one of those sporting stores, and I'm going to be going out and bussing people to the Intrepid. If you're not on something that floats, you're not safe. High ground isn't going to stay high ground, and floodwaters can rise ten feet in a few minutes. That's what kills people.

I'm looking to assemble a crew of strong swimmers, anyone who's got a decent amount of training in first aid and knows how to follow directions. If you can't swim well and against a current, you can help bring people onboard from the boat and treat them.

Whatever you do, don't let the water in your nose and mouth. Don't let any injuries get submerged. When the water comes, you need to treat it like it's radioactive, because that's how contaminated it's going to be.

Reach out. Stay safe, and unless you're out helping, get to shelter now. Find some kind of flotation device even if you can swim, because even the strongest swimmers can tire out or lose consciousness if the water's cold enough. Be checking hotel pools, old boats, sporting stores. Even if it's pool noodles, you can find a belt and secure them that way. Depending on how many people are able to help with this, [ or willing, although, based on the character of the people he's met here, he doubts that will be an issue— ] I may have a life preserver or two left. In the meantime, I'd also appreciate anyone contributing to the pile if you live around one of those places.

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Well, I suppose it's more than obvious by now that, whatever all this is, we need to begin making preparations.

Anyone who is willing or can brave the rain, please let me know. I'm looking for extra hands to start moving caches of supplies to higher ground to keep them safe and usable. There's quite a bit of stock that needs to be moved... food, clothing, medicine, weapons... it will take time, and I'm assuming we have precious little of it. The more that help, the more we can save.

As for where to move these supplies... I believe you should all follow my— [ there's barely a pause there, half a beat, but anyone who knows her at all will be able to hear it ] —father's communication with the network about beginning to move into the USS Intrepid. Please coordinate with either of us if you would like to help.

If you have no interest in the Intrepid, whatever your reasons may be, I can give you the location of an intact penthouse that already has some fortifications and is some hundreds of feet above ground. It's somewhat difficult to access, but a viable option for those who may wish to use it. It has existing fortifications and some supplies, and has never been broached by Hosts to my knowledge.

[ she means her old penthouse. the one she occupied at the start—and the very same she occupied in that ... other life. ]

For those of you who aren't Offerings, assuming you've not yet been told... we've been able to sense the movements of animals. They're all fleeing to higher ground en masse as we speak. I can even sense what directions they're going in. If you're entirely without recourse on where to go, follow any animals you find. They will invariably lead you to high ground. ... and I'd perhaps avoid any spaces where no animals are left at all. There's something quite unsettling about them.

Lastly, if you need assistance of any kind moving about... I'm a Merrow, and far less impeded by our current conditions. Simply contact me if you need help.

[ a sigh. ]

And here I'd been hoping to have a chance to repeat the Vessel census, to gain some new information for the Compendium ... naturally we have much bigger problems than that.

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I will not waste my time on pleasantries.

[ There is few quick flashes of multiple observations of animals seeking higher ground over the week. SoHo Hotel, one of the taller buildings that can be observed near Crosby Hotel, in particular now has flashes of animal silhouettes in its windows as they migrate to the top.]

It is fairly common trivia that animals seek higher ground prior to a flood. Possibly simply related to their parasitized condition, yes. But the lack of similar behavior in the human hosts gives me little hope.

[ There is a quick flash of a documentary from this world. Then more observations from above of animal hosts climbing and human hosts listly not displaying the same behavior. A snippet of his own unease and growing desire to find higher ground ends the psuedo-slideshow.]

Given how we have had unnatural disasters occur here before, I believe it wise to take these signs as the warnings they are and seek higher ground. I scouted the Museum earlier today and verified the presence of both the USS Intrepid and USS Growler.

[ A flash of the exterior of the Aircarrier turned museum and nuclear submarine beside it is slide into the Murmer. The vessels still moored on the Hudson River even after all this time.]

I believe the former is best equipped to support our population until whatever nonsense is occurring this month passes.

[ There are some quick flashes of the professor’s exploration of the vessel’s three hangers. The museum inside the ship is barren of hosts, all life sans mold having long sought higher ground. Though surprisingly, the exhibits inside are in decent condition… Well, if you disregard the dust that is.

It unevenly blankets the vessel’s halls like a funeral shroud left to rot. Patches of activity remain from where hosts wandered through, though none seem recent.

Emerging onto the flight deck, the man squints through the rain pattering his face to give one final look at the area. His eyes stop on the Space Pavilion. The feelings caused are left out of the memory, though the low growl remains. A weapon of war was turned into a monument to human progress decades ago. In the span of a few years, it has been reduced to a scrap metal monolith to the world that once was.

The memory ends on the click of an umbrella and sigh.]

I will be there from morning to mid afternoon this week preparing the USS Intrepid for habitation. You are welcome to join me, though I request prior notification.

[ The irrational animal part of himself right now has its metaphorical hackles raised at the idea of relative strangers around. But more hands are necessary for this task.]

Everyone is welcome to seek refuge there, though once again, prior notification is appreciated.

[ Albeit with that small caveat to soothe the part of himself that utterly despises the idea of relative strangers around his people… who are their own beings. Thus, one should not be possessive. ]

However, I advise moving what belongings you wish to preserve to the museum within the next few days. Based on the past, what is occurring now will escalate in intensity next week.

[ That’s a pattern he’s noticed. The nonsense starts at the beginning of the month, then escalates into the middle, and either gets worse or subsides into something more manageable by the end. Or, at least this is his general estimate based on the amount of time passed. 30-29 days seems to match the cycle well enough.]

Finally, if my prior reason what not enough to convince you, do recall said wandering human hosts are now exploding and our abodes are being invaded by mold. Even if this proves nothing but paranoia, having a defensible location able to be retreated to in times of emergency would be of benefit to all.

[Appeal to logos done, the scholar rests his case.]

That is all. Do as you will with this information.

[ And he’s gone. Discuss as you will, chatter among yourselves, or try and poke the man himself.]

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[Prompto's anxiety is spiked up and there's a long note of panic. Slowly, too slowly, a small wave of calm starts lapping to wash away the heightened nerves. Instead of hits of 100% it's fading to 80-no 70-now 60.

The panic is still there. It's only pin-pricks underlying a forced thought, a spikey edge which is underlying a forced calm.]

Hey, so that freaky fungal things? The black slime that keeps getting-well-EVERYWHERE? I clicked a pic with my handy dandy camera and got some stats to share.

[His shared message is a stumbling recitation. Nothing memorized but the words make no sense to him.]

It's a condensed form and byproduct of magical corruption (Succumbence) originating from the Numeral One; highly infectious and attracted to magic or other fragments of the Lunar Seed (Vessels, Hosts, ect). Can kickstart Succumbence in otherwise stable Vessels.

[Hope picks up. These people are smart and he's counting on them.]

This makes sense to someone right? Anyone? Cause all I got is a massive Do Not Touchy.

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So. Rain's not stopping. That's great. Makes me wish I still lived on a climate-controlled station in the atmosphere sometimes, but what can you do. Nothing, unless I'm expected to invent a whole interstellar atmospheric engine on my own in these conditions. Which I will not.

[Palamedes sounds both pre-occupied, and also somehow leisurely, despite his always-rushed tone of speech.]

Anyway-- don't know if all the usual rules apply when it comes to not dying, but if you don't drown, you're liable to get hypothermia. Shivering, shallow breaths, weak pulse, slurred speech-- the important thing is to keep your core body temperature up. In a situation like this, I'd also recommend keeping as dry as you can; even if you're not feeling cold, water helps the body release heat, which in this case we don't want. Better to be sitting naked under a blanket than wearing soaked clothes.

If you're exhibiting any of those symptoms, or need help, the clinic at Columbia's open; third floor. Been doing my best to dig out all the blankets and towels we can find, and rigged up a portable heater that... mostly works. Still working out the kinks, but it's enough for now. Trying to see if I can get some soup and tea to warm people up. Can't guarantee it'd be good, but it'd be warm, as long as the kitchen downstairs doesn't start flooding.

[Which it might!!!!!]

And obviously if there's anything else wrong with you, I can probably help with that too. Don't give me that 'well there's a lot going on right now so it's probably not a big deal,' that's how you end up with pneumonia.

[And indeed, if anyone shows up to the clinic, Pal is there basically 24/7; rushing back and forth to sort through his supplies, pull out what was needed, with an extra duty of essentially doing laundry, trying to dry out wet clothes and make sure his hastily constructed heap of metal was at least emitting enough heat to warm people up.

As the month goes on, it gets a lot harder; he finds himself stopping in the middle of his actions as though he's forgotten what he's doing. Stalling in the middle of preparing some bandages or tinkering with the heater, as though he doesn't understand what he's doing anymore-- a rare moment of growing frustration as he lets out an aggravated scoff, throwing a tool-shaped bone across the room when he's alone.

When the lower floors get taken over, he takes what he can and goes higher up. At a certain point, outrunning the flood might be futile, but it's not in his nature to stop trying.]

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[ There's a faint sound of drumming--the drumming of the rain, against glass, against wood. A beat is found in all of it, and it mingles with memories of music: the start of thrash metal drums, the heavy presence of guitars.

The thoughts are chased away, the mind connecting to the Murmur trying to focus. But there's a sensation that lingers, a feeling of being very, very low. ]

I think I-- I think I should definitely move to be with people. [ It's a thought not meant for the Murmur, but a stray one caught.

Nevertheless: ] Um, so that black stuff is... getting everywhere. Where I am. And I've been feeling really tired... I don't actually know how long I've been sleeping. But I can't remember when I've been awake.

[ He tries to think about it, but all that comes through is that nice, nice urge to think about the ground. It's such a cosy feeling, that might even make the observer think about the ground underneath them. ]

I can't remember my dreams, either. I always have-- my dreams aren't great, but, I usually have a pattern. [ He pauses, an uncomfortable feeling pressing against the Murmur. ] Is it a sign if you don't remember your dreams? I know you're-- you should take dreams seriously. When they change. If you go from dreaming something usual, to something different. Is it the same if you don't remember your dreams?

[ Ugh, his head is feeling fuzzy. He tries to think-- of dogs. Small snippets of random dogs, and the word 'Noodle'. ]

I don't know, I wanted to talk about something cool. Or-- actually, I should be worried about the black stuff. [ Focus. Focus! ] If anyone wants to go anywhere where there might be Hosts, I'll, I can come with you. Just to move. I think I should move around.

[ Even if the ground feels so nice...ughh. ]

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Who: Lortel Kehelland, Megumi Fushiguro, & most of the Crosby crew, feat. Sharon de Silva
What: The teens have realized it's their six month anniversary. Shenanigans ensue as their friends and family help them plan the perfect celebration.
When: Late August, post-team event
Where: The Crosby Hotel
Warnings: nah. except maybe tooth rotting cuteness.

( The way I light up when you walk into the room, oh / The thing I love about me is you )

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TRYING NOT TO CRUSH INTO SAND ✦ Week 1. MURMUR POST

So! Since we've all had a little taste of the other life, which was a complete sham, by the way, can we all agree that Spaghettios is out and not in? And whoever thinks it's a meal rather than a heap of garbage that'll give you the runs and burn holes in your stomach needs to have their taste buds restructure?

Let's have a harmless vote! After all, I am the most amazing scientist in this joint, and this is something that should be researched. Trust me. It's very important.

[ or maybe she just wants to be a troll and irriate sharon for fun because she loves seeing her frazzled. ]

FLOOD ME LIKE ATLANTIC: ✦ Week 2 THE MORNING OF DAY 1. MURMUR POST

[ her anxiety had been hammering on her skull for several days, and jinx had been dismissing it as if there was nothing to worry about. But now... the sensation is clawing at her skin like a vicious little beast.]

It's not gonna stop. The water, I mean. It doesn't want to. [ there's a slight pause in her thoughts, and then: ] All of you should start booking it to higher ground. Unless you want to sleep with the fishes.

[ooc: jinx is a little bit of a talkative bean this month with water being her element! and to avoid spamming the network community back-to-back, i just shove two into one post.

how this works! basically pick and choose! or if your character is the type to respond to both weeks, you can always come back later and comment again. or whatever is best for you, i'm not your boss. feel free to threadjack around!]

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Who: Greed (

nestingdevil), and Open!
What: Some Shit: The Sequel (TM). AKA, It's Time to Open the Door on Things
When: Backdated through the month of August
Where: The Devil's Nest, Manhattan, Various, Manhattan, Central Park, Manhattan
Warnings: Murder, Host Murder, Gore, War, Mass Genocide, Ritualistic Killings, Loss of Self, Body Horror, Soul Horror, Eldritch Horrors, War Crimes, Child Murder, Guns, Major Spoilers for FMA: B

( There is a Law, When it Comes to Alchemy. The Law of Equivalent Exchange )

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