voice; day 106, late afternoon

[enchangement]

What is the _point...?

Every step forard becomes another leap behind.

There is ^no food. Or not enough to go around.

There is a monster in the wa_{ter that they} can't keep in check.

The guess is: the captors are gone.

The ex^{periment has g}one awry.

And we remain.

[ ooc: weird text is meant to indicate parts of River's post that are difficult to understand. Network instability for the lose! ]

Comments

ain't no party like a telepath party

[mentis]

Has Erik's pessimism begun to rub off on you, darling?

[ Charles is in another room than River, but he doesn't want to try and use the network. Too much hassle and he already has the edges of a headache. ]

action?

[nedofpies]

[ Ned tries to answer River with the communicators, but his seems particularly uncooperative at the moment, refuses to let him transmit much of anything at all. For most other people, that would mean taking himself away from the porch of his house and going to look for her around town. With River, however, Ned thinks there might be another option. Feeling a bit foolish, he closes his eyes and tries... though he isn't sure how... to think her name rather loudly. Is he just making himself look like an idiot, trying something like that? He tries once more, decides to give it a few minutes before he gets up and starts to search her out the conventional way ]

[purplishgreen]

If the experiment has .... awry, then is escape .... likely?

[She's not entirely sure how much of that got through the static, but she tried.]

weirdly pixelly video with occasional inexplicable green splotches

[hung_garian]

42.

[It seems for a moment as if that's all he has to say, but after a crackly silence, he follows it up with:]

The point is constant. Even if our [the words 'magnanimous benefactors' are heavily distorted, though just about intelligible if one really puts in the effort] did decide to go on vacation without us, the point of living, no matter how hard it might seem, is the same as ever. It's either forty two, or the noble quest to amass as many gummy bears as possible and one day build a sticky, gelatinous house out of them.

[Video, though she's in her disguise]

[any1youwant]

Just one question - if the captors are gone, why do they keep bringing people here?

[ audio ]

[tryingitall]

Except there's still the cameras.

Perhaps our captors have enemies of their own. If they're under attack themselves, our preservation may slip through the cracks.

I'm not sure that's a positive thought, though.

[audio]

[zen_navigator]

Do you know if the cameras are still running? I made a map but-[His audio cuts out, flickers back in as he's finishing his sentence.] -useless.

[Dirk has been a bit disheartened by the whole predicting-a-giant-squid thing, but he's steadfastly optimistic about most things, even if he does find this incredibly frustrating.] Stupid- [static] In a universe that allows for such wondrous and terrible things, surely there is the possibility of- [static] If your hypothesis is correct, we are afforded more opportunities than we once had. Every instability in the system provides another opportunity for complete breakdown. [He doesn't entirely believe himself, but he's pep talking himself here as much as her.]

[Voice]

[lightgunhustler]

[The message is a little garbled, but Jo manages to piece most of it together, frowning to herself as she does so.]

That doesn't mean we should _{give up} hope.

Things are harder than _{ever but we have to be pro}active.