The Winged Strategist

How disappointing. One would think the Malnosso would compile their willing volunteers instead of taking risks like this.

( Directed towards the drafted residents (even if they refused to go) )

( Filtered to Ted )

( Filtered to Hugo and Luc )

( Filtered to GL!Simon )

( Off-journal communication to Yuber )


[ooc: The "directed towards" cut is not a filter; anyone can read it. All of Albert's filters are unhackable unless otherwise noted.

Albert's also available for action tags. Just notate that it's an action tag in the subject line.]

Status reports, everyone. Let's try to account for as many as we can.

If you know of any casualties or disappearances, please note them as well. They need to be kept track of in case the Malnosso decided to act while we were ... preoccupied.

Congratulations are in order. We've survived without losing the village. Now it's time to recover and aid the wounded.

If there are still any able bodies available, I would like a sweep of the perimeter done for any signs of the intruders. Feathers, clothing, armor -- if it's available, it must be studied.

...Please also be aware that the New Feather cycle, if it has returned to normal, will occur beginning tomorrow. Explain the situation to the best of your ability. Newcomers need to know that this isn't the usual state of the village.

( Locked to Vyse, Yuri Lowell, Sigmund, Raine, Yuan )

I believe the experiment is over now. And not a moment too soon; the practical jokes were going stale.

And there are still New Feathers arriving... Hm.

Oh, for the love of--

Yuri Lowell. Vyse. Assemble your teams, on the double.

All residents, please refrain from putting yourselves into harm's way. Especially alone. We do not need to turn half the village into a rescue operation whenever new, controllable situations arise.

Flynn Scifo, I apologize for those who blatantly ignored your attempt at a public service announcement.

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Added voice moments later:

I need materials to set up a safe way down into the sinkhole. Preferably a rope ladder.

( Private // unhackable )

A layered experiment, built upon over the days until it engulfs the entire village. I'm sure that residents will note that we haven't had something quite that elaborate in the past. The Malnosso were kind enough to reset buildings that were demolished or burned to the ground, as well as return those who were vampirized or killed.

Despite having a very effective form of communication linking every Filial here, we allowed the situation to devolve into an utter mess. It became a primal matter of survival, and instead of acting in groups, many acted alone -- and became victims (see Cloud Strife's entry and list).

I would like to ask everyone... Are you satisfied with how disorganized we are when faced with a crisis?

We have had protests against and calls for leadership in Luceti in the past. I am reopening the discussion in lieu of those who previously began them, since they are now missing from Luceti.

Your ideas. Your leaders. Let me hear of them. We have previously discussed a council to provide a form of structure, of government, who people can turn to. Some would rather have a single elected leader. Some have no interest in an established government at all.

To the latter, I once again direct your attention to Cloud Strife's entry. Those were only those who were bitten and turned. Think of those who were killed in the last experiment, or lost what the Malnosso will not replace.

Let me hear from you, Luceti.

[General population filter // 50% unhackable]

Significant return of powers. Extension of the barrier. The return of infinite food supplies and other materials. New Feathers continuing to appear. Experiments.

The Malnosso must be confident in their ability to keep us contained with half of our powers diminished.

/end filter

[There's the faint sound of fingers drumming on a tabletop.]

[There's the sound of loose rocks bouncing down a dirt incline. The sound of boots skidding roughly down dirt and stone. The sound ends abruptly with a thump, and then a thud as Albert hits the ground.]

Ugh... Useless...

[There's the rasping of breath, the grating of dirt and small rocks as he unsteadily gets back to his feet.]

Can't be-- lieve... The... Nn.

Hate this ... place. So ... much.

[A weak groan, followed by ragged coughs. There's the scraping of shoes and clothing against gravel, followed by another ragged cough.]

I-- it can't... Still dark...

[ooc: He's baaaack.]

...It doesn't make sense. There was no warning this time.

Is this the new norm? Will they give us no warnings in the future?