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[hexrot]

—This is Jayce Talis. [ that's not going to mean anything, to anyone. this man's voice is rasping, dragging, in between sounded exhausted, heavy and ill. ] I'm a scientist. I researched . . . The Arcane, with my . . . With my partner, Viktor— most of my life.

[ frequent pauses are a must. he almost feels out of breath if he doesn't, and that puffs through the radio, ragged and sluggish. ]

All of us— seem to have a symbol. A rune, on our bodies. If you've been to the Shrine, then I'm sure . . . You have something else, now. Maybe a message. Please, if you could show it to me. I'll be . . . [ another hushed pause, ] Outside the Common Room. There's a truck, with . . . Butterflies, [ the irony in his voice is dry. ] That's— Where I'll be.

If it helps get us anywhere, I . . . Need, to crack it, I . . . [ i promised, he mutters, before swiftly adding, through a strain that's tight in his throat: ] That's all.

(action/flavor)

[ jayce is rebounding hard on his magic sepsis as his first symptom to becoming undead! so he is not visibly well for anyone who wants to come see him, but he is trying deathly hard with the symbols and trying to fight the clock with obsession. the iridescent pick up near one of the camp lights is a mess of papers in the front seats as much as the flatbed behind it, spread out and held in place with pebbles or stones, littered with those very symbols as well as formulas he's trying to link and complete like a map.

it's what keeps him from giving into sleep. ]

oo1. mid-month lore squabbling

[thetatters]

—ello? Is it broadcasting? Can you hear me? Hello?

[ Those who've met him in person will recognize John's deep and strangely resonant voice. There is a brief crackling pause as he awaits a response, then: ]

—Oh! Well.

This is John Doe. Wait, are we supposed to say what automobile we're driving? I have a black truck.

[ It's a vintage Ford from the early 1930s, but he earnestly seems to think 'black truck' covers it. Now, in the tone of a man speaking to idiots: ]

It seems that many of you have taken to robbing the altars of unfamiliar gods. This is obviously a terrible fucking idea! To worry over 'traps' is missing the point. Studying these forces at all is a fool's errand.

Whatever entities these cults once served, they may present dangers beyond our comprehension. Some things are not meant to be understood.

[Text] (Voice replies are also fine!) (A day or so after Jayce's post)

[constantvrunning]

If you touched anything in the shrines - why?

[Sure, the messages were informative - in terms of explaining how some of the people from this world think, if nothing else - but:]

We've run into how many traps, now? Of course the shrines themselves are rigged.

I do have pictures of the contents of one of them, though. And another of those strange messages, besides.

[They'd have shared with Jayce by this point, but they do want to know if Jayce intends on sharing the results first. In the meantime, V has their own two cents to offer.]