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[In a rare moment of using video on purpose, there's Jayce. To those who know him, he looks the same as he always does. To those who don't- he's an early 30's man with seemingly a permanent five-o-clock shadow, bright golden eyes, and perfectly coiffed hair. The background is out of focus, but to those who know it, it's clearly a part of S.T.A.R. labs. Normally a little more jovial or at least less serious sounding, Jayce looks into the camera like he's giving a press release.]

We’ve got about forty-eight hours or less until Aurora allows that toxin into Etraya. Which means if you haven’t started taking precautions already; start now. Get easily carried food, medical supplies, whatever you think you'd need. Better to be over-prepared than under.

Considering what Aurora's told us about the "mission"... If you’re someone prone to having weapons, do us all a favor and throw them into one of our many, lovely lakes, before you wind up using it on someone else. Or, if you’re going to be touchy about it, let me know, I’ll talk with Harold about how we can get them locked up somewhere for the mission’s duration.

As a reminder to those who don’t want to think about it, and maybe new information to those who are new: if you die here, for whatever reason, you lose something. I don’t know what, you won’t know what, and you might not even know what it is you’ve lost even after you’ve lost it. Maybe it’s an eye, maybe it’s the memory of your best friend. Either way, whatever you're afraid of by not having your weapons on you isn’t worth what you’ll be making someone else lose because of your bad decisions.

If you have any special concerns, worries about any specific denizens in this upcoming mission, now's also the time to voice it.

Comments

[rudelanguage]

It's like -- [she's gesturing while she talks despite this being her just. talking to automated voice in ear. whatever. whatever!!!] Necromancy junk! I dunno! They put souls in stuff! Reanimate corpses, make amalgams. I'm tryina' figure out what I'm putting up with here, okay?

[levelshift]

Magical shit, I get it.

[Sort of. He doesn't have much experience with necromancy, but he understands what she's getting at.]

I don't think anything like that is involved. The process is that when you die you're dead-dead for 48 hours. Then when you come back, it's like you're only waking up from a nap. I didn't even have a damn headache or scars, I checked and I'm positive I had no physical side effects. The only thing that changed was the thing that I lost.

[rudelanguage]

[48 hours... Ritual casting?

after a beat:] Same blood and bones and hair?

[levelshift]

As far as I could tell, yes. I can check that kind of thing with my ability and everything felt identical.

[rudelanguage]

[some soft, unintelligible mumbling for a bit while she ruminates.]

Can your...ability be certain of age? To some exact degree? [she's thinking of chronomancy now - just...pulling a body back to a time it wasn't dead.]

[levelshift]

Do you mean my biological age or chronological age? Those are two different things. I can look at biology, not chronology.

[Unless he can and just needs to get super creative. He isn't sure, he's never thought about it before.]

[rudelanguage]

I-- [the voice hitches, choked up by a bit of impulse frustration. Bitch, you think I can tell this or that at a glance! All these -ology and -mancy words!!

after that's gulped on.] Ye, yeah, whatever, I dunno. I guess I'm just. Trying to look at this on all possible sides? Since none of this is just. Laid out. It's just people's word, your ability... [what's a pretend-girl supposed to do with that!]

[levelshift]

Okay, let me put it this way:

I can measure a bunch of scientific shit about my body. Electrical, biochemical, that kind of thing. I do it regularly, so I have the structure of my body memorized. After I died all I did was compare that older data with the newer data, and it all seemed the same to me.

If magic was involved I'm a lot more limited in what I can do, since I'm still new to it.

[rudelanguage]

[Damn dude sounds both freaky and exhausting.]

Right. Okay.

[...,...]

So like. Like if someone can scan for magical stuff, say... [Me?? But like not me.] I mean, if they could--

[levelshift]

If they wanted to scan me and it wouldn't be a gigantic waste of time they're free to. I don't really care.

[He's spent most of his like being a guinea pig so he's used to it, and at least this would be for a good cause.]

[rudelanguage]

Oh nice. Cool. I mean--

[..,]

I mean I guess after everyone's done being frickin' poisoned or whatever, then, I dunno-- I can probably. Do that.

[levelshift]

Yeah? As long as that doesn't require me casting any magic, that'd be fine.

[rudelanguage]

Nah, no, no. You just kinda. Stand there. And I look atcha. That's it.

[really, they could just do this today but like...........]

[levelshift]

Huh, okay. That's less invasive than most of the experiments back home.

[rudelanguage]

I don't really do the whole...experiment-on-people thing. I just look. So I can know and...and stay alive better. Y'know?

[levelshift]

Yeah, I get it. If you gain any data from this, I want it.

[rudelanguage]

[What, like I'd scry for magic and NOT say shit about it stinkin' on you? I'm not THAT much of a bastard.

I mean, unless you're a bastard first, I guess. But whatever. Whatever!!

...

wait--]

Uh...How do I...find you? Later? You're just talking words in my ear, so I don't really...y'know...

[levelshift]

[Talking words in her ear? Accelerator squints at that.]

Just message me on the earpiece after the mission and we can meet up wherever. I'm not going to be busy, so any time is going to work.

[rudelanguage]

Uh, okay. How do I ask? Like...who do I ask the ghost to let me talk to?

[levelshift]

[Ghost?? Does she know how the earpiece works???]

Accelerator. Same as my username.

[rudelanguage]

Oh.

[sure. that. that thing.] Okay, that's-- wait. [HANG ON. ROLLING A HISTORY CHECK.]

Oh, yeah! [19 (16+3)] Fucknnnrhhhhfrickin' Shadow said to talk to you! That was, uh--

[...]

Uh, a while ago. Damn.

[levelshift]

[Wait, that guy that looked like a kid's mascot? He's been gone for months. Also, what?]

Why did he say that?

[rudelanguage]

He was tryina' make me do all his recon work for him! Like, Antigone, do this, Antigone, study that, Antigone, go learn what they know, Antigone brush my teeth for me-- [okay maybe not THAT much, but like. y'get the idea.]

[levelshift]

Recon work?

[Hold up —]

He wanted you to fucking stalk me? Am I getting that right?

[Because that sure sounds like stalking to him.]

[rudelanguage]

What the--why would I have to stalk you? Do you like, run away when non-humans try to up and talk to you or somethin'? [you some kinda furry racist, dude?]