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[It took Cato far too long to interface with what he was internally designating the 'network', though the term was a loose metaphor considering that he could not figure out any of it connected. Assuming, for a long time, that there must be a technological basis to it, he had spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to hack into something that instead seemed to simply work on command. It defied logic, but then, so many things about this place did.

When the image of cato finally appeared, at first it simply looked black. But upon closer inspection, the blackness was reflective, and as he pulled the strange device further from himself, his form became clearer. A robot, of some kind, comprised mainly of haphazardly repaired white panels (tarnished with age) and a very large red cross painted over his chest.

He made a sound distinctly like someone clearing their throat, before continue. ]


Hello.

[ His voice was surprisingly smooth, gentle, calm. Despite his appearance, his voice sounded like it belonged to a soft-spoken young human man. ]

Please accept my apologies for the direct address. I have recently been granted my personhood and have been assigned to a - [ He paused for a brief second ] - family. I am looking for the individuals named Sansa, Wrath, Alina Starkov, and Lan Sizhui. I will serve diligently.

If anyone is in need of medical assistance, please be informed that I am a fully licensed medical unit. [ Well. No one had taken his license away, so that was technically still true. ]

Thank you.
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[ Ben had spent most of the night reading the information he'd been given after he recovered from making his way to the lighthouse. It hadn't offered nearly enough answers to the questions swirling in his head. About how, and why, and where everyone else was.

Or if he was even really here or was this some nightmare game of the Espheni to keep him distracted when his unit and people needed him most?

That thought keeps creeping into his head, along with the glimpses that seem as if his vision is darkening, and he can't find proof if it's real. Not enough to calm the thoughts in his head. ​ ]


Hey. I was brought here by Enam? That's the name, right? I somehow washed up on the beach. Name's Ben Mason. I'm with the 2nd Mass out of Boston.

Truth is none of this makes sense. I want to believe it's a game, trying to make me believe it's real but it's only doing the opposite.

[ He hates putting this out there, but if it is all a dream, then would it matter?

There's glimpses of the wall behind him, soft reflections of light from the shards and bits of mirror in the room behind him. The pain of touching those shards without a cut driving him to reach out. again but he's started this video instead of trying again. ]


I think I'm seeing things. Hearing them too. Nothing seems right. Doesn't seem real either. Hell, maybe I'm just losing my mind.

[ Or his mental connections with the Overlords has screwed up his brain. Could be that too.

He sighs, rubbing at the back of his head and fighting the urge to rub at the top spikes he's keeping hidden behind his jacket's collar. ]


How do you know the world's real when nothing's right?
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For living on the road, we have the night watches covered. I was wondering who else is able in terms of cooking? What supplies will be available? I can fish or catch animals as needed. You will find meals with me in charge to be quite delicious.

[ Yes, he is that cocky. And confident. After all, his A-Xu will be eating what he cooks, so it must taste good. ]

If there are any foods people cannot eat, it would make most sense to make them known to me. Unless you wish to fend for yourself.
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Hey. Hi, I'm new, I guess.

[ Water can be heard sloshing the sides of the boat around him. Of course, maybe you're on his boat, in which case you get to see him in person, huddled with the device in his hands and his lit candle between his knees. ]

Uh, I don't...fully understand what's going on here. I mean, I read the short version. Taravast, Sa-Hareth. I get it, I'm not in Kansas anymore.

I don't get what we're supposed to be doing. Does anyone know where we're sailing to? And they said keep the candles lit. What happens if we don't, does anyone know? It sounds like magic, and fairytales, and nothing that makes any sense to me. And why can't we sail during the day, is something after us?

[ Something's always after him. This is...well it's a new kind of horror, and it reads like something out of a nightmare, honestly, but he's taken unbelievable horror in stride before. It's just normally the product of science fiction and not fantasy.

But he can deal. Probably.

Also, he should establish allies if he can. Without drawing potential threats to himself. There's a reason this is audio and not video.
]

Name's John Dixon. Uh, for all that this is new to me, I'm a pretty good handyman, so. Let me know if there's somewhere I can pitch in.

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