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[ The feed turns on mid-shake. For a few moments, it’s just Adam waaay too close to the radio — golden eyes blazing, halo flickering erratically like bad Wi-Fi. Summoning a small reflective portal that, if you are looking towards his vehicle, you'll be able to see the projection on the side of the bus like a tv screen. ]

...Is this thing on?

[ He pulls back abruptly, revealing plush leather seats, LED strips lining the ceiling, and tinted windows showing the skyline rolling past outside.

A tour bus.

A. Tour. Bus.

Adam drags a hand down his face. ]

Okay. Shit. Hi. Hello. First Man, here. Head Exorcist. Commander of Heaven’s most elite fuckin strike force. You may know me from such hits as ‘Annual Extermination’ and ‘Wrath of God: Live in Hell.’

[ He gestures vaguely upward, before he leans toward the camera again. ]

Minor development. Um, I died!?. Which — sidebar — was not supposed to happen to me. I’m Adam. Thee fuckin man. I’m the template. I’m the original DLC.

[ His halo sparks weakly at that... Snaping his fingers to find the usual light he can project, isn't quite as strong, or divine... ]

... You've got to be fuckin kidding me! Are my fuckin powers glitching!?

[ He snaps again. A sad, sad little puff of light flickers and dies. Adam stares at it, they eyes of his mask clearly twitching out of frustration. ]

Oh, that’s cute. That’s fuckin adorable. Who nerfed me? Which bitch thought that was funny?! Oh~ I know~ ‘Let’s take the most powerful angel in existence and put him on spectator mode.’ Ha fuckin ha...Hilarious. Gold star even.

[ He stands, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling, considering he's what? ten feet tall? ]

And why the fuck am I in a tour bus? I mean, I get it, I fuckin rock, bruh, but seriously?

[ Adam spins the camera around dramatically. Mini fridge. LED display. Velvet curtains. ]

Do you see this shit? This is not a prison. This is not a battlefield. This is a musician’s midlife crisis on fuckin wheels. Whose idea was this? Did Heaven file me incorrectly or some shit? Did Hell go, ‘You know what would really humble him? Fuckin interior decorating.’...

[ Outside the window, the unfamilar scenery flash by. Adam freezes. Summoning a golden apparition of an Excorsist to drive the bus while he has a meltdown... ] ...Oh. [ Loooong pause. ]

Oh, you have got to be fuckin kidding me.

[ He marches down the aisle as the bus rumbles forward. ]

No. No no no. I do not wake up dead — which is already offensive — and immediately get road-tripped through some shithole like I’m on some fuckin redemption tour! I don’t do redemption arcs, bitch!

[ He stops, points at the camera then after a beat; ]

I fuckin end them!

[ Summon his wings out of frustration — there’s a sharp flare of light — and then they sputter into existence, not smaller, just slightly translucent, almost tearing through the sides of the bus. Adam looks over his shoulder, grunting. He flexes them experimentally. They twitch. Weaker than usual. His expression goes from disbelief to incandescent rage in about half a second. ]

...Why the fuck is this thing so compact!? Oh, this shit is fuckin sabotage! [ He storms back to the camera, squints at the screen like he can glare through dimensions. ]

For the record? I am not impressed. I am not fuckin humbled. I am not learning a fuckin lesson. I am temporarily inconvenienced, bruh! If anyone from Heaven is watching this — fix this shit. Now! Patch the fuckin update, dude! Roll back the nerf! I don’t care what paperwork got lost. Just fuckin fix this shit!

[ The bus hits a bump. He stumbles slightly, and Adam catches himself — barely. A flicker of something crosses his face. Confusion. Disorientation. He masks it instantly, straightening up and brushing invisible dust off his robes. ]

...Okay. New plan! If I’m stuck in this new fuckin Hell? Fine! Field trip! I’ll figure out who authorised this cosmic joke, I’ll get my full power back, and then I’ll personally remind this entire fuckin plane why my name used to make cities shake!!

[ A slow, sharp grin spreads across his face. Adam leans closer to the lens, eyes blazing gold. ]

And if I have to conquer it again to make that point? Guess we’re going back on fuckin tour then, huh?

[ The halo flickers harder as the feed fades out. ]

[ ooc: Adam is struggling with his arrival here. He comes with some trigger warnings, which are labelled in his journal if you want to take a look! Also, happy to plot or assume Adam was spotted around during this month's event! ]

purplexing

Greetings all, it is I, Donatello.

Did you know that this Convoy actually has a database full of delicious information? ...okay, maybe not delicious, actually a lot of it is concerning and disturbing WELL HEY it's even more so now!

...

....that...wasn't what I was going for, but anyway!

So I don't know who all is morbidly curious enough to see what all this thing has been compiling of the local fauna- a.k.a. the monsters we've been running into, but it's there. I'm trying to see if I can get the AI to support an audio version. Any volunteers for reading?

Ah, but Donnie's not done yet-

I have also updated the database to include all those lovely details that have been gathered from the latest library in regards to our various transformations, and the possible creatures that we are becoming. Mind, it also includes some contradicting opinions as I can only guess originate from our favorite Wardens and Tears, but after coming from Fort Contradiction, that is hardly a surprise.

For ease of browsing, I've set up a rudimentary terminal in the main Convoy.

You're welcome.

((OOC: Should be no surprise that he's dove headfirst back into things ~~and resumed his horrible sleeping habits~~ because he needs to feel productive. So basically the information in the bestiary and on the various monsters from the guide are available ICly.))

trust_us_with_your

[There's the sound of a clap here, one accomplished meeting of palms.]

Good evening, Drifters...!

Are your evenings feeling a little dull? Do you find yourself with extra time? Sick of staring at a fucking wall, dick in your hand, counting the cracks and waiting for sunrise, when the Convoy fires up again and we all carry on to whatever fresh Hell awaits us down the road?

Then allow me to interrupt your evening routine with a formal invitation: Aboard the Convoy itself at 7 sharp on a nightly basis, I will be putting up a screen to air one of a number of movies I keep among a personal collection. Action flicks, thrillers, horror, mystery, comedy, monsters marauding through the cities, and so much more are on offer, and will be selected at random for a little kick!

Got a request for a particular movie? Weeell, that's a little tricky considering we're all from different worlds, but I guarantee I probably have something a little close to what you're craving if you give me a synopsis to mull on.

In the future, once it stops being cold enough to freeze off your fingers and toes, my plan is to take the movie nights outside in a drive-in format, allowing all to tune in to the evening's offer from the comfort of their respective vehicles. Wouldn't that be nice...?

At any rate, I plan on starting things off tomorrow night with one of my personal favorite films, so give it a little thought.

But rest assured: You can trust me with your entertainment!

...

Oh, and if you see a big iguana-looking monster running around here, he's a new Drifter and kind of a Big Deal. He's also a good boy, so don't be an asshole.

trust_us_with_your

[It's been a couple of days after the beginnings of the expeditions into the strange complex. The radios click to life as they always do late one night, but there's a bit of low-buzzing static, like the hum of a connection struggling to remain steady.]

...Anyone mind filling me in on what the FUCK is going on??

Nothing in the files I read mentioned combining into some super-monster and getting a direct mental link all the while. I would have appreciated a little heads up ahead of time!

[A sigh. It's exhausted.]

...Also- anybody find any cigarettes lately? I'm all out and need to bum one. Or trade for it. Whatever.

empressnoir

Hello, everyone. My name is Haru. I haven't been here very long, but I received some information that I think all of us should know.

We'll be arriving at a former Steel Warden stronghold soon. I was told we'll be able to refuel there. That's good, of course, but we must also be very careful. There will probably be traps there, and although I wasn't specifically told as much, I think we can assume that a we'll find things that will be dangerous to us, even if that wasn't their original intent.

I apologize if you're hearing this for the second or third time, or so. But I believe it's important that all of us be aware of what lies ahead. Please plan ahead before going anywhere in the facility. We should make sure there's always a way out or someone to help if needed.

Let's stay safe as we journey onward.

undyingcrow

[The radio buzzes to life not long after the radio broadcasts that intercepted the convoy. When Akechi speaks, his voice carries a slightly agitated edge.]

This is Akechi.

[...]

So. I don't know about the rest of you, but I just had the 'pleasure' of speaking with the head of the Steel Wardens, and I learned quite a few interesting things.

First, it appears that they culled an entire bloodline. The bloodline of the Silver Tears witch who evidently had a hand in fracturing the moon. Evidently, the Wardens also got "warped" as well, which may be in part why they replace their organic tissue with machinery, though they also claim to do it in order to ward off Stasis.

The Stasis, it seems, is fast acting and can take its host in less than a day. Perhaps we ought to consider ourselves lucky, but I find it curious that the Warden leader retains his autonomy, yet all the stooges we've faced are just a step away from mindless killing machines.

[Pausing, he hums.]

He claimed that the 'work' in the tunnels was intended to harvest energy and revert the moon, yet that hardly excuses the souls trapped below. Moreover, he referred to Nirvana as a 'fool's sanctuary.'

[So, those are the facts, which brings him to his next point...]

That is solely my experience, however. I'm curious what the rest of you learned. Now is the time to collect information, as this is the clearest lead we've received in some time.

trust_us_with_your

Test, test. Test, test. One, two. One, two.

[For those who come from worlds with television, the voice is distinct: It bears the cadence of someone who has addressed cameras on news and maybe even the weather, crisp and professional.]

Right. Straight to the point: I go by Vox, and I'm doing a little outreach. I'm curious about the salvaging situation, namely in scrap metals or any other fine parts, and looking to keep my hands busy.

Let's just say I'm technologically savvy.

[One can hear the grin in the voice, maybe even the little eyebrow wiggle. What CAN be heard is something akin to metal tapping a rhythm upon a nearby surface.]

That aside: What eludes to a degree that vexes me is a bit of stitching. Got an associate back home- a real witch with a sewing needle- who would kick my ass for trying, so anyone who can keep something from falling apart is invited to get in touch for something else I'm working on.

[Tap tap tap.]

...So is that dinosaur moose thing a regular feature around here, or did I have a really unlucky smoke break?

purplexing

Hey, it's me again. Donnie. [He feels the need to tag that on as he considers what he wants to talk about here.]

...I know it's not going to get any easier the farther we go. That carnival was... Well. If you know, I doubt you need a reminder. But it's only proof that we don't know what more we'll be coming across, and how badly anything will affect us.

It's bad enough there aren't many warnings for the things that do change us, but it's worse when we don't even realize it. Maybe you remember back in the desert, something was messing with our heads, making us forget things, or think we've lived in this screwed up world all this time.

Leo and I made some notes to ourselves- records, basically, written and recorded. Something to help us remember the truth, who we are if we lose ourselves again. But after the carnival...

...

I don't think it's enough. Not if we won't be able to remember to listen or read those testaments. I know we're pulled from all sorts of places, but I don't think any of us want to forget who we are- we can't forget. So I think it'd be beneficial for all of us if we recorded something about ourselves, something we'd think would help us remember, if the worst case ever happens.

You can write it or say it- I have means to keep both, I'll save it on file too, just in case. But it's something we can have on hand. In case any of us slips...

And even if we can't remember ourselves, at least-

At least other people can. And maybe we can help each other.

[He falls silent for a moment, drawing in a deep breath before he lets it out slowly.]

A-anyway, let me know if you need anything or you can just find me at the Turtle Tank. I'm finishing up a strongbox to keep things in. Maybe we can put it in the main train.

...

Donnie, out.

phantomshow

Hi, it’s Ren again. Got a couple questions for the crowd.

1. Do any of you know anything about food preservation? My knowledge starts and stops with the freezer, and that’s getting pretty full. There’s still a lot of food here that we can collect to take with us when we leave. We should probably try to take advantage of that.

2. Do you believe in fate? This one’s just personal curiosity. Feel free to elaborate on why or why not.

Also, I made stew. Stop by the kitchen if you want some.

purplexing

Greetings, fellow convoy-ers. ...okay that didn't sound right ANYWAY-

I've been thinking we need better jammy-jams than whatever haunted soundtracks the Convoy decides to play for us, because even the worst of road trips needs some sort of music to help hold us over.

...of course since it's limited to whatever MP3s I've got on my phone, I hope that at least some of you have a taste for techno and eighties pop music. But if anyone else has happened to have some of their own music on hand, I will be happy to add it to the collection.

Ah, you say, but Donatello- how will we listen to your amazing tracklist? We've sorely neglected the localized radio network for other potentials- don't get me wrong, it's important getting the creepy messages whenever the thing picks them up, and yes, communication is a priority, but porque no las tres?

You are welcome to tune into the station, frequency seven-three-three-seven, at any time, barring any power outages of course.

coffinturk

[ It arrives far too late to really save many people from cactaur posing issues. But still. ]

The stockpile of edible vegetables in the kitchen are sorted and labeled.

Some plants I don't recognize. They are marked unknown.

[ That is all. Anyone who decides to go check will find that at the time of that message, someone had gone to the trouble of separating and labeling all the vegetation stored in the kitchen. Recognized plants are named, unrecognized are sorted. But all are given 'Edible', 'Inedible', or 'Unknown' tags by human standards.

There is one container filled with a certain fleshy looking 'vegetable'. Cactaur. Edible. Eat at own risk. ]

faceguy

Sooo if anyone else was having memory problems like I was, turns out the oasis near here can fix that if you drink from it. Just be fast, because those weird little cactus guys aren't very friendly... Yeesh, why does every plant here want to kill us?

Anyway, I feel like we need some kind of... storytelling club around here. Me 'n' Eddy had a pretty good time swapping stories from home, and I think it'd help us all get to know each other better if we shared in bigger groups. Just not your research papers, you nerds. I'm talking about actual fun stories! Like movies you liked or just funny stuff that happened back home. Actually have some fun around here for once.

Just because we're stuck in an apocalypse doesn't mean we have to be boring about it!

Anyway, Leon over.

undyingcrow

This is Akechi. In light of our recent trip to the library, I thought it pertinent to take this time to share relevant information and discoveries. There's quite a bit to unpack. To start, there's this curious passage here: "Wardens of Nirvana argue over this, say we can’t risk the last stronghold. But we can’t wait to persuade them; the Convoy must still be finished and sent out. Only way to save ourselves is stop the Silver Tears rituals, and get the outlanders before the cult. The Moon is already hungry, and so are the pawns of the God, they are already reaching out across worlds. At least this will safeguard those who arrive. Give them some control over their changes. And draw them back to us." This is by far the clearest answer as to why we are here. Unfortunately, it further solidifies how little agency we have. For those who aren't up to date, I shared some related findings over the past few months. Most pertinent is the incomplete passage found in one of the previous garages, which I'll reiterate for convenience: ( Continue reading... )

xxiis

Hello everyone! My name’s Kotone Shiomi. It's nice to meet you :D

I’m just a second-year student from Gekkoukan High. I like music, and I’m part of the Health Committee at school.

Oh yeah, I have another favor to ask. Would you mind telling me more about your monster affinity and how it’s affecting you? I’ve noticed that I run a lot faster now, and I’ve got these cute pointy ears. They weren’t there before. There are probably tons of things I haven’t noticed yet. I’ve come to accept these changes without much trouble.

I wonder how these things affect your daily life.

phantomshow

[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?]

andnevermore

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?

undyingcrow

It's been some time, so I thought it worthwhile to ask how many of you spoke to the spirits departing from the Husks. Whatever wisdom they shared, I believe it's worth compiling in the Convoy database. Speaking personally, I learned about the "First Impact," or, to be precise, the "Dawn Impact." Allegedly, it is a fairytale in this world, described as two opposing forces in collision, thereby creating the aspects of the Runes. Thus, the world was formed, teeming with volatile magic... or so they say. At the very least, this fills in some of the gaps left behind by the damaged books some months ago. Any other information shared could be vital to broadening our understanding of this world.

coffinturk

[ Vincent isn't one to mince words. The message is relatively short and precise given its content. ]

We are all changing.

[ Yes. That is correct, Valentine. ]

The marks that appear are connected. But the changes are different even when two people seem to be becoming the same type of monster.

Contact me with the changes you are experiencing and the sigil's appearance. I will make a record.

Deliver it however you wish. Your thoughts on the changes are welcome.

hexrot

If there are any other engineers or tech-savvy Drifters among us that aren't waterbound, Viktor and I won't dismiss the assistance with the generator. We're doing our best to get it running, or at least construct temporary vehicle augumentations to reinforce our defenses in the mean time. They'll be bare bones and have a short life span, but it's better than nothing. That being said, my current projects will be temporarily postponed until further notice. If I'm not working parts, I'm gathering wood, and I can only step outside at dusk.

[ or if he snows in the damn place but uhhhh no thank you! ]

Donnie and Danse, you'll hear back from me when your respective requests are finished. I haven't forgotten any of them.

In the meantime, if you come across any generator parts, bring them to us as soon as possible, please. Any remnants of metal, elements, chemicals or hands to help with the wood would be valued if you can find or offer— I'll trade my work for it, if you have the patience for a queue. I can do minor fixes where needed.

Any questions, you can ask them here or come to the forge. It's hard to miss.

[ it's the only lisa frank pick up for miles. the thing is hard to miss, especially when jayce is working the little cargo bed forge he's built over the last two months. characters are welcome to come visit directly while he's working at night; smoke signals and his hammer (hand sized, not the big one) pounds throughout the late hours, while he's asleep or within the convoy from sunrise to sunset. ]

— JT

mytearsaremine

Okay, uh, people should probably not try to go swimming in the river. Just to warn you.

[She makes an annoyed noise.]

I turned into a fish person. Like I have gills now and webbed feet and it's awful. So just, you know, be careful and don't just jump in like an idiot.

[Like she did. She adds, mostly in a mutter, but still broadcasting,]

The plants said as much and I didn't listen. They warned me not to put my roots too deep. Ugh. So stupid.

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