The Science Center at Cape Kore Network

[ An older man in a labcoat can be seen though the feed is static-y. ]

I can confirm Stane's story. You're not the first--but the earthquakes have opened up one of the tunnels--center of the town.

I can't give you much time--You have to go now! Don't let this end the same way--

[ That's the last that will be seen of the man. ]

[ Here's a face that may not be familiar to many of those who are new. He looks weary, but that's mostly just the way his face looks. He also maybe looks just the slightest bit irritated, in the way that a man trying his hardest to look patient always does. ]

It has come to my attention that not many of you know who I am. I'd like to properly introduce myself to the cape at large, for all those who are newcomers here.

My name is Edgar Stane, and I have taken up a leadership position here in the cape. I admit that I have been quiet these past few weeks, and for that I would like to apologize. I mean to have a more noticeable presence in the near future. That said and done, I have a few things that I'd like to say to you all.

Our current situation with food has been in dire straits for a while now. Since the formation of the committees, we've been doing marginally better in food storage, but it is an ongoing process. I have been working with the leaders of the committees in charge of food production to make sure that everybody gets their fair share of food. If you do not feel as though you are getting an equal share, please do come talk to me. I will do my best to resolve any problem brought to me.

Secondly, I've found what appears to be... some sort of documentation. What I've managed to make out could be important information regarding how we've all come to be here, and why we can't leave. If you are interested, again, come talk to me in person. I've taken residence in the Town Hall.

[ He gives a huge sigh. ] And lastly, I've heard rumors of people in our community who have deemed it appropriate to keep the wild animals from the forest as pets. I'd like to take this moment to remind you all what happened the last time those of our numbers attempted this, and ask you to remember the unfortunate and awful deaths that resulted from it. These are and always will be wild animals, and I urge you all to keep that in mind.

I believe that's all. If you need anything from me at all, please, don't hesitate to ask. Thank you for your time.

[ Characters may recognize Maggie as the quiet girl who mostly keeps to herself, the girl who has been at the center of both Earthquake incidents or the person that is formed when those two half-bodies that were recently found are put back together again. (Oh, yes, those are now missing from where they were left.)

Her face is dirty and tear-streaked. ]

C-can anyone tell me why I'm covered in blood?



[ OOC note: Remember that unlocked things on the network are viewable by everyone. Remember to read other threads in this post rather than repeating questions that may have already been asked multiple times, as this information will be open to everyone, whether your character(s) answer her/ask her things or not. This is for anything not marked as locked or action. ]

In light of recent events, it seems we've got quite a bit to rebuild if we're stuck here long-term. We're also starting to run low on food, which I might add I kept my word about the fair distribution of.

I'd like to propose we form committees for these problems so that we can pool our resources and knowledge. I'll be putting up sigh-up sheets in the main reception area of the town hall. For construction, we'll need anyone who can help lift in addition to people who understand basic engineering. I don't know that the diner is salvageable, but perhaps at least the industrial appliances are. There are other community spaces we can move those to if they haven't been damaged by the building or the cold.

I understand some of you have been hunting and fishing. If you wouldn't mind working together to teach others how to hunt, I do think that would benefit everyone.

As for farming, if the people who are already working on it would allow me, I'd like to have a sign-up sheet for interest that I can hand over to them.

Lastly, I'd like a few volunteers willing to explore the forest more deeply or try to discover more about the creature in the ocean that seems to send everyone who swims out too far back to us. The scouting group will no doubt be dangerous and I ask that everyone think strongly about whether or not they are fit for it.

I think if we all work together, we can make this place much more bearable for everyone.

(( OOC: sign up here. You don't need to reply to this post at all unless you really need to ask Edgar anything and you're welcome to ask us and handwave this if it's something simple. ))

[A familiar French accent sounds over the communicators.]

Doctor Banner, perhaps you'd like to tell us what sort of blood disease turns you green and makes you grow to the side of a military tank. For those of us who are curious about that sort of thing.

[A pause.]

And perhaps everyone would like to speak to the scientist he captured and not just his idiot friends. They are holding him in the lighthouse. I have a few questions of my own.

(ooc: She is unlikely to answer responses. NPC log post will be up and open to anyone for the scientist in a few minutes.)

[ Feed flickered on and Edgar, as it seems, has made himself incredibly busy creating makeshift traps for the creatures that still lingered on outside. He scrubbed his hand down his face as continues on sharpening what used to be the fence in front of the home he had procured for himself. Edgar glanced down at his communicator; once, twice, before he stopped what he was doing. The others could only see him cleaning off his hands before lifting his communicator up. ] I’m sure we’ve all been here long enough to know when things are not being handled in significant ways people who call themselves “professionals” are handling a thing like this. Now, it goes without saying that there is about as much sense of community here as one would expect from a group of strangers all gathered together by circumstances out of our control. We’re looking for a way home, we’re looking for stability, we’re looking for guidance; no one has a clue of what we’re doing. But I know everyone in this place is trying. And kudos to everyone. You’ve survived.

We are surviving. The wolves. The saber-cats. The box. [ He paused for a brief moment, taking in a deep breath. ] But I will reiterate; we’re not a community, we’re a group of strangers. People have been needlessly attacked by those animals. What happened with The Box was a gross negligence of people not working together to come up with a solution. Instead we had our brightest out there instead of some muscle; our doctors and a teenage girl. One of ours were injured for Christ’s sake.

From what I can see, we have a wide variety of people. But we are a people divided. What happened with whomever or whatever came out of the box could have been avoided. But it isn’t the only danger we’re in. We all know that. It’s getting to the point when we walk out of our houses and the hunt begins. None of us should be living in fear. None of us should feel less secure than others. The only way I see this working out for anyone is becoming a community. Let’s face the hard facts here people, we’re stuck. We should continue searching for a way out, but doing so individually won’t get anyone anywhere. We all need to be on the same page here.


Aside from that, I'm building traps for the animals. The kind that kill. If anyone wants me to set up some around their house, don't hesitate to ask.

Edgar Stane, out.

[ Feed flickers on from one of the other residents (Private Ryan is the first at the scene) after a loud CRASH was heard throughout the town. If anyone else was awake they would have heard it and if they had been around, they would have seen the stone box drop beside the fountain just the same when they had awoken there. Miles attempted to get a good image of everything that the box had to offer -- attempting to take in all the mysterious symbols carved into the box. This wasn't right...only people had been showing up in this place. This was the first inanimate object and Miles had to step back to get the entire thing in the view for the others. ]

Houston, we have a problem.