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[VIDEO]

Hello kiddos.

[Doc Yewll has the camera aimed at the flowers in her little nursery in the back of her clinic. She shifts position to lean on a shelf full of what looks like flats of grasses.]

I think I've worked out a healthy selection here that I can use to build up my pharmacy for the fleshy meat and bone types. But I got a problem. Bear with me.

[She turns the camera to a shelf of various liquids. Thirium. Something that's bright pink. Another conductive silver mess. An arrangement of tools, too.]

I need more supplies for cybernetic repair. A lotta people with mods. A lotta people that are robots or androids. I need to be able to patch 'em up long enough to get to a technician for permanent repairs because, let's be real, those are parts that can't heal.

[On most people, anyway.]

[She turns the camera back towards her scaly, pale head, looking as earnest as she possibly can. Which is sort of her default look. Joy and levity are a foreign language to this hard face.]

So, if you can build me some of my tech requests or do a supply run for me? I'll reimburse you. I got a list of raw chemicals I need- Please. No milk jugs. Real storage, thanks. If you're gonna get inventive at least make it a growler.

[She says this like it's been a problem in the past. And it has. Thanks, battle-weary post alien invasion apocalyptic world.]

And if you're pretty good at building or modifying stuff? I have some particular requests for scanners. Ultrasounds, EEGs, MRIs, 'X-Ray's all reduced in size and optimized for safety. I've got some specs and basic materials already gathered up. [Most of the tech here is meant to hide those chips or mechanical parts she's heard about from newcomers. But she wants to fiddle with some enough to see it. And medical treatment? Valid excuse to mess with some supplies.]

sociallychallenged

[VIDEO]

[Hank's looking a little more haggard than usual when he makes this post. He's tired and fucking wore out from a long stretch of just being perpetually pissed and sad. And goddammit, he wants his hope back, but it's been sliding.]

[He's still fuckin' trying, though.]

[He positions the phone so it's showing an old-timeyish looking Detective's office. We're talking he went for the Sam Spade aesthetic. He plants himself in a desk seat.]

So, I know I just fuckin' talked about getting a promotion. But I had some things go wrong with my last case. [Some big things. People kept going missing, for one.] Connor got assaulted by a decorated officer. And while he's getting what's due uh... I don't know. I figured it'd be better if I got him out of there while he was recovering emotionally. And this fuckin' job would require less walking.

[Those are his excuses? Real reason number one? Connor can't understand all those extra languages at the moment. Real reason number two? Being in the middle of the police station when his year runs up doesn't sound like the best plan. And for some people? Seems like it's not taking a year.]

[He sure as shit would like to stop losing fucking friends. Thanks.]

[Hank turns himself in his chair.] This is my new private detective's office. So now I get to take pictures for paranoid fuckin' people looking for reasons for divorce. I'm really goddamn excited about that. [He smears his hand down his face, then scratches his beard.]

But uh. It was time I said good-bye to the job. [He'd always said this was his last chance to be a cop, and here it is. But damn if the heaviness of that loss isn't weighing on him too.]

sirentologist

[Well, this is almost like an Echo, really. She can live with that.]

I require the use of some additional space--a full building would be best, though a large room would suffice--preferably abandoned and away from most of the populace. Do not be alarmed, it is merely for scientific research. I simply do not wish to harm anyone besides myself should some of the experiments become...volatile.

Should anyone know of anything available, please let me know.

[Short and to the point. She can do that sometimes.]

legacy_blade

[Well isn't this awkward, right? A video on the network after all those horrible things happened and the person in it is smiling and cheerful. Except it's just a smile of the lips. There's no happiness in those glowing eyes. But he's forcing the smile because there is only so much he can do. And what he can do is try and fight back. In the only way he knows how. Making sure other people can fight back.]

Heya all! Zack here, and I had a totally rad proposition. Like, it's occurred to me while I've been working at this fitness place that the place charges a lot for their memberships, and even then you've gotta pay EXTRA for, like, a personal trainer like I do.

[Oh yeah, he's SO going to get fired for what he's about to suggest if his bosses at work see it. Well, the handy-man job probably not. But this? Definitely this.]

And, you know, when we're new here, new arrivals and all of that, a lot of your initial duos are going to clothes and food and all that stuff, right? It's reasonable. It's even smart. But you still wanna stay fit for your work if it's hands on stuff. And me? I like working out and getting fit and cheering people on. I'm, like, SUPER positive and I'm told I'm really great at helping out with this stuff.

So what I'm suggesting is this. I wanna start up a fitness group for my fellow newer arrivals. You know, those of us in the dorm building. I'm gonna see if I can't find some space to do it in, and I'll have a few different classes and all that. General fitness, weight lifting, those sorts of things.

[And then he tilts his head, like he's having a last minute thought. Which isn't true. Zack practiced this in front of the mirror for THREE HOURS to try and make it as real as he can through practice.]

Oh! And you know what is great fitness training? Martial arts and all that. I mean, I'm not the best at hand to hand, but I've seen a place that has these great practice swords, like, kendo stick stuff. I'd LOVE to teach that. I'm a swordsman, see, back home. REALLY good at it, and I'd love to teach people so I can keep my skills up. So I can teach that too. And some hand to hand combat.

Anyway I wanna do this thing so we can all stay fit and healthy, right? So I guess I wanted to know if people would want me to offer something like that, no charge of course. Oh, and if anyone knows a place I could hold it? Because my dorm room definitely isn't big enough. And doing it in the hallway is just asking for trouble.

So basically, any takers?

sociallychallenged

[Text]

This is Hank Anderson, and I recently got my promotion so it's now Det. Hank Anderson. Which is why I wanted to make this announcement.

[Hank still wants to research into the missing people and initiate his vague plan to devalue the iterations. Right now the public see them as a protective force for good. Hank wants the people to see other fucking people as their reliable protective force. That in the many variations of temperaments and personalities and creative resolutions to conflict, they can find their safety.]

I have a case that could use some assistance from some specialized outsiders. If you could come to me and lay out your experience and training, I would like to offer you temporary deputy work in helping solve this case.

Necessary qualifications include:
-Combat against armed opponents
-Negotiation and Interrogation
-Ability to secure an area until CSI arrives (cursory crime scene analysis a bonus)

Due to Dualis's policy on providing payment through credit, if you would want rewards we would have to attach a name to your activities. However if you'd want to work off-record [which is as close to anonymously as he can get] we could come to some sort of arrangement such as donated payment.

I'll be at the cat cafe to conduct interviews 4:00 to 6:00 in the afternoon for the next week. You can show up when it's convenient to talk. Sounds like a fucking weird place for it, yes, it'll make more sense when you're there.

I've also arranged for donated goods to be offered when people come in and might find themselves in a state of disrepair or any nicer version of saying fucked the hell up. New clothes, medical things like crutches for people with chronic conditions, sanitary supplies like soap and toothbrushes, things of that nature. So if you want to donate something to the people coming in there's a donation box in the dormitory's lower entryway and they'll be taken to the temple.

[Action]

Like he promises, Hank's waiting around at the cat cafe whenever someone shows up. Usually reading a book, sometimes bored, sometimes deeply into it. Right by his side though? A mammoth green cat, purring and resting her head against his arm. She's twitching her tail to and fro.

Hank is pretty sure he'll be able to tell if someone is bullshitting their credentials and whether they'll do intentional harm with their new role. It's hard to do background checks when different universes are involved, but he thinks he's figured out a way to beat the system without having to use any of the department's lie detectors.

Note: Plotting post here.

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