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Now then...  How do I start...

There!

[The recording is filled with the sounds of various mechanical and electronic systems starting up]

Ugh... I certainly hope this wasn't modeled too heavily on the original "Kyrios".  It probably couldn't last 10 seconds in a dogfight with a Messiah.

[A loud crash signals the machine is on the move]

Allelujah~  Time to open up your little tin can~

[The recording begins to a loud slam, followed by the sound of a boot-heel being dragged off the keyboard.  When the microphone picks up a voice, it sounds distant- as if the speaker isn't focused on the terminal, but rather some distance away, moving around erratically.]

Fuck.  Isn't this forest supposed to be crawling with hungry freaks of nature?  What's a man got to do to find something to kill?

[His question is punctuated by the loud report of a rifle, and the subsequent loud crack of the shot striking a tree in the distance]

Shut it.  There's got to be something kicking around out here, and you bothering me is just going to make it harder to track whatever I do find.

[A long pause, filled with little more than the shuffling of feet, and an occasional kick to the terminal's support post.]

I said shut up!  You were the one who suggested I'd just need to blow off some steam if I wanted to stop having to listen to you all the damn time.  I had other ideas, but you freaked out at the mention of em.

[Another, shorter pause, the speaker can be heard humming thoughtfully, then breaking into laughter.]

HA.  Maybe that's just how shit like this works.  That panty-waist trying to keep us all in line right now has that stupid, violent narcissist screaming at him in his head.  It'd make sense for the voice in my head to be gun-shy in the sack.  ...You're not allowed to take control on my nights off.

Wait a sec... is that thing-  Fuck.

[The recording ends to the sound of a short burst of automatic weapons fire and a moment of static.]

Holy hell... Did I get hit by a Protoculture super weapon, because my head sure feels like it.


...and where the hell am I?  Judging by the dirt floor, I can guess this is a basement... but it's way too big to be attached to any of the houses.

NEENA.  If you can access the network, let me know.

[Michael pauses for a moment, then growls out "Deculture" with enough venom that nobody unfamiliar with the term could doubt it was anything less than a particularly long four-letter-word.]

Lockon, Alle, someone in the new house be ready to brief me on what in the bloody hell happened when I get up there.

...Now where the hell did I put Vera.

[The recording ends, punctuated by the sound of a fist hitting the console.]

((OOC- bacon.  eggs.  hashbrowns.  pancakes.  He went all out this morning.))

Wow... it's almost disconcerting how quiet it's been this morning.  One thing's for certain- we might not have everything I'd like to have in the kitchen right now- but it's a lot easier to get one big breakfast made for 4 than for a dozen-plus.  Hope you three enjoyed it.

I figure we can take a couple days to relax and let our two new arrivals settle in before getting down to business.  The better part of a month should still be more than enough time to get this place converted and in working order.

Mmm, looks like I've got a busy day ahead of me.

Mileina, we'll go up whenever you're ready, find your present, and maybe have lunch.

( Private to Saji and Setsuna//Unhackable )

Halle- my offer still stands if you like- I figure we'll start our way around town about the time bars start serving the good stuff.  I'll wait for ya at the southern fountain.  right where I've got my stockpile hidden~

((ooc- yeah, strikes very, very deleted.))

Well, looks like I've got a new friend.  Seems that blue frog thing picked up some virus from the stagnant water, but he's conscious now, and seems adamant on sticking around.  I think I'll call him Ozma, has the same yellow-eyed condescending stare that my old squad leader had, heh.

Otherwise, if anyone needs me, I'll be heading to the temple for a while and then... out... for a day or three.

I'm... actually pleasantly suprised, looks like we won't be stuck in Venice with half our living space submerged for months on end.  Soon as the water gets low enough that shops start opening back up, I'll head out to get us some cleaning supplies and have a round for those who have earned their ticket home.

Well... now that the kitchen is in some semblance of working condition again- I think it's high time we dealt with a matter of exceptional importance.

Dylandy brothers- I challenge you both to a test of skill.  It's time to find out which one of us really is the best sniper in Purgatorium.

((ooc- possible log?  ...after I get over this... whatever I'm infected with.  But we can at least get the progression and outcome planned out mebby.))

Sweet fucking deculture what is going on this time?  I thought I had a new breed of Vajra looming over me this morning... until it walked through the wall and left.  And what the deculture is that giant monolith?