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[closed] like the stories that you keep inside your head

Who: Ozpin, Viktor, Arthur
What: Codebreaking
Where: Jefferson Market Library
When: Early-mid July
Warnings: tbd

( Ozpin has always been a firm believer in the power of cooperation... )

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The Specific Moon Warp Change [Closed]

Who: Jack, Serph, John, Heat, and SecUnit; maybe Faith later?
What: The werewolfening
When: During the moon warp night only
Where: Inside a building a mile or two out from the convoy
Warnings: Interpack tensions, pack link being weird, a painful transformation

( Just Jack this time, we hope. )

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!emp

July ATP/EMP

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Hello all prospective Drifters, and thank you for taking a look at Route 666! Our next TDM is going up on JULY 15th our Reserves open on JULY 20th and Applications open on the JULY 25th through the 31st!

And in the meanwhile, this post is for potential players to introduce themselves and characters they’re thinking of playing! Get excited, get planning with other folks, talk about potential monsters you’re interested in, etc! We are also opening this up for current players to post ATPs to draw in some new castmates and the like!

New Players, if you would like a template, here is one:

Current players can use this template if they wish!

And thank you again for checking out the game!

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1 Dead Gary

[Emotion seems to flow across the murmur like a river as Ash figures out how to use it. For the most part it's chill, and energetic, but there's something bubbling just under the surface.]

Hey.

Ash here.

I was wondering if anyone else has gotten any weird messages across through this thing? Because I sure as hell did the other day.

[And she passes the message along trying to mimic it in the best way she can. the fragment of a memory, that reads as a journal entry:]

Our teams spent nearly two years attempting to anticipate what this event would mean for humanity- analyzing endless reams of lunar topography along with every known form of spectroscopy, all amounting to one hopeless conclusion: to burrow into the bowels of the earth and simply wait that whatever emerged from within would reach us there last.

As it would turn out, this one final act of humble surrender is what won the last of us the right to our own lives in these final days. Those of us alive now are not those who sought to battle with destiny and defiantly cling to a civilized existence at the surface- or even any existence at all.

It would seem that in the wake of this phenomenon, we were best served by our most base instincts, whose shame found no place to dwell. The ones who survived are those who spot their hubris and hid desperately down in the mud like rats.

[And she speaks up again, after passing on the message.]

No idea how long ago this message is actually from considering the state of things.

But I don't know if we want to be on the look out for any underground bunkers or something? Might be some answers to find.

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( 001 - rest spot )

[ this seems the right time. he should have done this earlier. the same way he had with the ouroboros. they won't get very far if they don't connect. if they don't try. and even though parts of noah's soul are bruised and weary, he must carry on.

at least. for now, he must. there are answers still waiting for him. ]

I wanted to try something. Since we all don't seem to know each other very well, maybe we could start there. Get to know a little about ourselves. Or maybe a fact about the worlds we come from.

I'm Noah. I like to play the flute, though I don't know many melodies yet.

And I'm also an offseer. You could say I send off the dead with my song. I perform the funeral rites.

I hope to get along with all of you.

Gun Shop And July Catchall [ OTA ]

Who: Vincent Valentine, Various
What: Things in June but not Event-coded.
When: Through June, prior and during event.
Where: Convoy Shop Trailer, Convoy Environs
Warnings: Guns and guntalk. Vampire-coded potential stuff (blood, blood-drinking).

[ Vincent's Appearance over the month can be found in the Event Toplevel

Gun Shop

Vincent has taken over a small area in the Convoy's 'shop' trailer in which he's posted strict hours of business for the purpose of trading or requesting guns and ammunition, maintainence, repair or basic lessons. The hours listed are described as, 'From thirty minutes after the Convoy's stop for evening camp until two hours have passed barring emergencies.' This neatly provides an hour or so of night time hours for sun-hating Drifters to pay a visit. There are also some neatly written rules.

-Don't bother me during non-business hours unless it's an emergency.
    Ammo and repairs are emergencies.
    Securing salvaged firearms and ammo are emergencies.
    Wanting a gun or lessons are not.

-No one is entitled to have a firearm.
-Ammo is limited. Don't waste it.
-You're required to prove proficiency and responsibility.
-Clean and maintain your own weapon.
-You may ask to be taught.
-Privilege may be revoked.

Like clockwork, Vincent will be found at the posted hours with a list of current ammunition and a sample selection of available firearms. Pistol, revolver, shotgun, single shot rifles and assault rifles. They are/are loosely based on 20th-21st century Earth and caliber. Most look right at home in a post apoc setting as far as 'wear and tear' but have been clearly repaired and are in perfect working order.

Vincent himself is a dark haired man with pale skin - as much as can be seen given his attire - wearing a red cloak with a high collar over a black leather outfit. His left hand is wearing a bronzen metal gauntlet with pointed clawtips and he has matching armor plates on his boots. He's usually working on a gun that needs repair unless he's dealing with a hopeful customer.

Other Matters

Vincent will be found bringing things back to the Convoy very often. Radio parts, other items he's salvaging, his usual habit of collecting most every firearm or ammo in sight. Other than the hours of his 'shop', he might be found working on his car or propping up a corner of the counter of the Convoy's bar. Indeed, he might even walk in one day with a crate of still-sealed liqour and wine he'd managed to find.

Beers are a little harder to bring back intact and unshaken. Best leave those to someone else who doesn't have a Fast trait car and a tendency for ridiculous acrobatics in combat.

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track 1

[There's a weird sound coming through the Murmur to anybody who happens to connect, the quiet tinny noise of an electric guitar being played without amplification. There's a soft layer of how it's supposed to sound laid over it, a distorted rhythmic chugging straight from Toki's own brain, but it fades in and out as he works things out.

His voice as he sings is hesitant, stopping every so often to try different phrasing, in both Norwegian and English, so sometimes things rhyme and sometimes they don't, depending on word choice and translation. Sometimes he swears a lot. He can be pretty easily interrupted, so once he notices the connection form, he laughs. He was sort of trying to send it out so whoever it's for would know what he's doing, but he doesn't exactly know if he's doing it right or not.]

Oh! Uh, hi, I'm doing a song. For "Her." Because a guy told me to, so I could get a guitar.

[You know, reasonable stuff to do. He's obviously got the guitar, so he's got that going for him.]

Just gotta... finish it.

[It's more serious than what he usually comes up with for himself, after all.]

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text.

[Since there are grocery stores to raid in this city, Ren’s spent some time stocking up on supplies, including whatever spices he can haul back to the convoy. Bland food just will not do.]

There’s curry in the kitchen. Should be enough for everyone, but I can always make more if we run out.

[That’s right, Ren made dinner and everyone’s invited.]

I’m Ren Amamiya. It’s nice to meet you. Unless we’ve already met, obviously.

One more thing. Someone here started a rumor about me, saying I shot a god in the head. I want to clear up any misconceptions about that, because it’s not true.

I shot TWO gods in the head.

[Is he joking? You’ll have to find out for yourself. Why not grab a bowl of curry while you’re at it?]

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inception: arthur

[open & closed] calcutta; if we don't die here

Who: Arthur & YOU!
What: Calcutta/July event catch-all
When: July 2025
Where: All around Manhattan!
Warnings: A little blood, but otherwise mind any heading CWs

( we'll always be haunted )

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!story log

JULY STORY LOG

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JULY STORY LOG

A catch all post for any extra works created for the month of July. Art, short stories, etc can all be posted here. Please remember that you cannot use these entries for Activity Check, but may use them for Activity Check Reward Points. Each entry will yield 1 reward point, up to a maximum of four per month.

Feel free to use the following form:

NAVIGATION

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JULY EVENT

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i. Regional Mapping

[ His connection to the Murmur is crisp, steady, with all the professionalism of someone used to Getting Shit Done. There's an impression, here, of college-ruled notes, neat and precise as a pin. ]

Made an educated guess that most people aren't from here. If you were: sorry about the whole apocalypse thing—NYC was a lovely, loud, vibrant place.

[ A muted undercurrent of grief stains the pristine white pages, a dark blotch of ink bleeding towards the margins. ]

Either way, figured a map of the area may prove to be useful. Any questions, you can direct them my way. I'm not guaranteeing answers.

[ His reach expands, restrained, as though he's taken a breath in to brace himself. Ariadne's small voice echoes in his skull: I'm not going to open my mind to someone like that.

He thinks of the hotel on the second level of the dream, about holding it perfectly still and stable, with anything personal tucked safely away, looping staircases keeping anyone from wandering out of the maze hidden underneath. Soon enough, a clear image of a tidy annotated map of the area transmits. It's definitely water-stained and creased, but serviceable. ]

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001 ⚙ a lucid light

[ The connection through the Murmur is clear and focused. Maybe not entirely steady at first, but intentional and to the point. ]

I reached out to the one calling herself Espera. She shared several pieces of information that I believe may be of interest to our little community.

[ There's some wry amusement in the way he says 'community', but he moves on without further comment. ]

She advised us to 'worship', referred to us as those who were once dreaming and are now awakened, and called both herself and us 'Vessels'. Much like the voice in the orchard did, for those who heard it.

And then...

[ An image comes through the Murmur, and lingers for a few moments before Ozpin continues. ]

A cipher, though one with scant information thus far. If anyone else discovers additional messages written using this 'alphabet', I'd appreciate if you would share with me. With more keys to reference, we should be able to decipher it.

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radio⸻

I need help.

[ It's not the kind of comment one might normally expect out of Blake; usually so independant, and reluctant to rely on others for help. But there's a barely restrained panic in her voice that she's only mostly keeping under control as she tries to be clinical and informative about what she's facing. ]

My friend, Yang... some of you will know her. Lots of blonde hair, prosthetic, yellow muscle car. Likes to make dumb puns.

She-- she fell asleep and won't wake up again. I think she's turning into a Husk. There's a layer of metal on her skin and hair.

[ A pause as Blake audibly draws breath to compose herself. ]

Do we know anything about how to reverse the process?

[closed]

Who: Viktor and Jayce
What: Canon Updating- Getting thrown in and out of a Moonwarp
When: Early July
Where: Edge of Crescent City
Warnings: S2 Arcane spoilers! Likely violence, body horror, gore, and men being very divorced.

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001 ❅ home sick?

[At first, there is only a blur of sensation - dappled sunlight filtered through tree branches on soft grass, the feeling of a cat's warm belly under the hand, the scent of petrichor and fresh-baked bread, the vague taste of blueberries at the back of the throat, a soft female voice saying 'love you' in such a cheerful tone.

The tonal shift is abrupt and jarring, all that pleasantness drowned out by fear and loss and pain and aching loneliness. Just for a few moments.

And then a voice coalesces from the combination of sensations and emotions, and it sounds exhausted beyond reason, a little husky, breathy.]

This is very important. Please pay attention.

[A pause, and the feeling of fear is back, the sharpness of immediate anxiety overlaid on the background thrum of existential dread.]

Has anyone come down with a rash that wasn't there before? It'll be itchy and sore. Might be combined with vomiting and spells of fever.

If anyone is out there and has symptoms like that, isolate yourself immediately and please call me.

[A pause, and a little 'hmph' noise.]

I'm Onni Hotakainen.

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!event planning

July Plotting/Event

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Hello Drifters and welcome to July… And to an abandoned city! Specifically the remains and ruins of Crescent City; it’s a place that has seen better days, but has plenty of leftover shops for salvaging and buildings for exploring. Drifters will be able to harvest fuel, metal, and tires for the Convoy, and potentially other items from nearby shops, depending on player plans! (Those who have been mourning the lack of clothing materials, the long hours the one Convoy tailor has to work, or new shirts might get their time to shine here, with raiding old clothing stores!)

But the city is not without hazards, in the form of cyborg hunters and Husk monsters alike! Turf wars rage through the city between both factions, now running on fumes and on instinct. It’s easy to get caught in the cross fire, but also easy to either escape or defeat these weakened threats.

To help (or hurt) with surviving this ruined city, Gargoyle and Cerberus will be our event monsters for this month! There will also be an active moon warp this month, to add to the chaos. Drifters afflicted with these monsters may also feel a call to the sky scraper summit, or the depths of the subway system. Both locations hold dangers in the form of Major Threat monsters; a cyborg robot Cerberus in the subway, and a living building monster in the sky scraper.

This building monster will also feature in the TDM this month as a main event, along with the Gargoyle and Cerberus forms! Meanwhile, the Cy-Cerberus will be an even monster for the log, which will go up in a few days.

Schedule wise, the event post is going up on 6th. A little bit early this time around! The TDM will be on July 15th. And we will also try and get an ATP/EMP up on July 12th!

And that is our route planned for the month! We hope you enjoy this event, and feel free to plan in the comments below!

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001 | The Fallen Angel Searches for Answers

[People awake to the Murmur will find a bristling poke at their awareness-- as if someone was trying to figure out the rules and parameters of this new form of communication. There was a sense of cold, as if touching metal or linoleum flooring in the wintertime without shoes, and the vague buzz of a song that some folks from a certain era might recognize-- albeit in fragments.

It was clear that the song was being used to block other whispers and sensations, like a point to focus on.

After a moment, a voice broke through the poorly recalled melodies synthesizer and repetitive lyrics.]

Testing. Testing.

[The young man legally known as Urushihara Hanzo made a popping sound with his lips.]

I'm not used to working in these conditions,

[He admitted, but pressed on.]

But that's not the point. This place is a version of Earth, I think. If there's anyone familiar with that world, can you help a guy figure out what city we're in?

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(OPEN + CLOSED) The Forsaken | Calcutta Catch-All

Who: The Forsaken and you!
What: Open top-level + closed starters for the Calcutta event
When: July

( tripping up and over )

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oo1 ✦ let’s begin.

[ There’s a whisper through the murmur, more a breath of feeling than a fully formed thought. It’s sweet, and warm, and laughing—though it is not gentle, nor kind.

A voice follows the whisper, chased by darkness and shadows, the very suggestion of a nightmare. ]

Do you think we’re still dreaming? Or is this a living nightmare?

[ a hum, and another brush of teasing laughter, there and gone like a brief burst of memory, the last moment of summer that you can taste on your tongue before it’s irretrievably gone. ]

You’ve changed, haven’t you? We all have. What are you thinking, right now…? Who are you?

What are you?