the network

So I have a few nonsense questions.

[ The video opens to that statement, from Cassian, who is leaning against the back kitchen door to Go Ask Alice, shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows and a little bit of flour smeared on the blue of his collar. That's about all you can see of him, however, because he's holding the device instead of having it propped up on a close by surface. ]

I imagine many of you won't care about this at all. [ He gives a one-handed shrug. What can you do? ] Perhaps you can humor me, or something.

What does the name Alice make you think of?

What would you call a tea shop?

[ Yup. He wants to change the name and has decided to open the floor to...you, people of Wayward Pines.

Don't let him down. ]

( shortly after the last of the intruders are finished off, an exhausted-sounding sheriff danny griffith sounds off on the official broadcast channel. )

Well, we did it. Giving the woods one last sweep, but it looks like we wiped them out. Should be safe out, no matter what hour.

Now, we just clean up and rebuild. Get in touch if you can lend us a hand. ( a pause, and then: ) Wish I had more I could tell you.

(and then he hangs up.

it's utterly anti-climactic, possibly even infuriating. people died, and that's all the town gets? you might be about ready to march down to the police station and give him a piece of your mind... )

---

( ...but five minutes later, a second announcement comes. this one is a less familiar voice to most, though not to all. if she's anything close to as tired as the sheriff, she disguises it expertly. )

Hello, Wayward Pines. My name is Dr. Charlotte Rousseau. Some of you have visited me for counseling, to help you reach a peace of mind about unfortunate ambiguity surrounding the town we live in.

Today, I hope to offer you more than that.

For close to four years now, we've done everything in our power to give this town and its citizens everything they need to live a happy, peaceful life. In order to do so, the decision was reached to keep all but a few of you in the dark. We haven't told you what lies outside the walls. We haven't told you of the dangers that threaten your lives each day.

We did this for your peace of mind, and it was a mistake. One that we want to amend as best we can by offering our utmost honesty and cooperation from this point onward.

(a pause, and then:)

I've composed this next segment to appear on the message boards, to allow you to take in the information at your own pace. I'll read it aloud to you here, but should you prefer, you're welcome to hang up the phone and read it there instead.

(sure enough, a condensed version of the introduction + the following message are now live on the message board. while it's presented here in text, assume that dr. rousseau reads it aloud, word for word, with all of the appropriate inflection and emphasis.)

( essentially an ic faq )

MOD NOTES

This is the public address mentioned in the latter part of the Who's That Pokemon infopost!

On an IC level, both posts are currently available on Channel 0, one after the other, like two parts of a single post. On the message board, you'll find only Dr. Rousseau's post.

You are welcome to use this post to thread amongst yourselves, but Dr. Rousseau will not be responding directly. A follow-up post will go up on the 25th in which Rousseau will address any lingering questions and concerns.

If your character wants to help the police force with their clean-up and rebuild efforts, there will be a top-level below in which to ICly volunteer.

Good news everyone: negotiations went through and Weaver's is now going to officially start selling drinks over forty proof.

[ Hey, Eliot. Heyyyy, Eliot. You're totally getting side-eyed over the phone here, somehow. Hope you enjoy this weird new form of communication. ]

In... celebration of this wonderful new landmark, drinks'll be half off tomorrow night. Drop by and get yourself drunk ten times faster than usual. Try to limit any vomiting to the bathroom.

[ Please, someone, hire this guy as your publicist, he's just so enthusiastic. ]

TOWN HALL IS LISTENING( under cut! )

❰ the message starts, and there's a good few seconds of dead air before a hesitant: ❱

H-Hello?

Wesley? Charles? Cordy?

...Is anybody out there?

( cut for rambling... i'm so sorry )

HELLO DA VINCI

DA VINCI

DA VINCI READ THIS !!!!!!!

DA VINCI

DA VINCI

DA VINCI

DA VINCI YOU ARE USELESS GET OUT OF THE STUPID SHOP AND READ THE MESSAGE FROM THE HUMAN MACHINE

OR I WILL SMASH YOUR BIRD DA VINCI

DA VINCI

DA VINCI

DA VINCI

YOU ARE A TERRIBLE CASTER

DA VINCI

DA VINCI

DA VINCI!!!!!!!!!!!!

call out post: my gf wont let me eat dinner until i go back out and buy her exactly half a pickle

y is this happening

[Rachel would really love to be posting something to offer shooting lessons sinces she finally has her splat gun back. But that's part of the problem, because between the shop and her own private spelling to make some sleepytime to fill the splatballs with, some bad things have been coming back in bits and pieces. An apartment she never thought she would have gone to again. Kisten bloodied and asking for his lucky pool cue. Kisten…

Kisten.

And tonight while she was opening up the shop and restocking some things, the scent of the lilac had brought back some of the missing pieces, and it was all she could do to get the few customers out the door before she turned the sign over way before closing time.

So now not only is she not posting about her gun, but she's keeping this to text so no one can hear her voice. Maybe that way, they'll actually leave her alone.]


Hey everyone, Rachel here. Sorry for the super short notice, but I had some personal things come up, so Thistle Do It is going to be closed until Wednesday.

[four days should be enough time for her to...do whatever she's going to do, right?]

Um. Hi! Hello. Bit of a long shot here, but has anyone lost a black baby chocobo recently? ( careful listeners would probably notice an intermittent chirping in the background. ) She just sort of - showed up on my doorstep this morning in a box with ribbons and everything so maybe she isn't lost after all... still, just thought I'd ask in case anyway.

( a slight pause, almost hesitant, and then he adds: ) I'm takin' care of her for now, so don't worry. If she's yours, let me know!

[It started with what he thought was food poisoning the day after the St. Patrick's Day party. Made sense, even if it was unpleasant, and after calling out of work he tried to take it easy. The next morning, the nausea was worse, and his body had added the fun new symptom of tingling, like his hands were going numb. Even his healthy wariness of the hospital didn't keep him from going in, but the doctor agreed with him--just a bad bout of food poisoning, nothing to worry about, but he can stay for observation if he wants--but of course, he was halfway out the door already before that offer was made.

Now it's been a solid two days, and the tingling is worse. He's starting to have trouble breathing, and there's a suspicion that's growing along with the dizziness every time he stands up. So he tries to call the only doctor he knows isn't really from here--Dr. Gray. Only with the way he can't really feel his hands, and the way the numbers are kinda blurring together, it's anyone's guess who actually gets his slurred, slightly disjointed message.]

Hey--it's...10K. Ten Kay. [Said again, with careful enunciation.] I'm sick. Sicker than...I dunno. Dogs. Puppies and kittens...Doc said it was food poisoning, but I could...use a second opinion. I think. Missed work again today.

Could you...come by? And tell--tell Cassandra I'm...sorry.

[Whoops. That noise would be this discombobulated kid dropping the phone instead of hanging up.]