expiationnet | Recent Entries

Good day, fellow Chosen. If we have yet to meet, my name is Octavian, and I have come to you a humble supplicant with a handful of very important questions.

[So, hi, here he is. Those who have spoken to Octavian in person before may note the change from his usual manner of speech (like the complex sentences, he's unlocked commas)—while the sound of his voice is still fairly quiet and even, he doesn't sound like a dusty old record player today. And he can even inflect now, see: the questions,]

First, what is your favorite non-sexual activity to do with your body? Asterisk.

[He does in fact say asterisk out loud, don't worry, he's going to come back to it.]

Second, what is your favorite readily available food here in town? Complexity is irrelevant; I do know how to cook, although it has been some time.

Third, [and here he pauses with the sound of a leather chair creaking gently as he shifts, and then the pause lingers for longer than it should, like he's briefly lost himself in the euphoria of Relaxing in Chairs, ahem,] tell me something strange? The strangest you can muster. I would like to be shocked.

Hmm. Or perhaps something funny. [And now looping back,] Applicable footnote: suggestions of a sexual nature made prior to this inquiry have already been noted.

Thank you for your participation and your time.

chimericalclaw

Good morning, everyone. My name is Altius, and I'm happy to announce the Aldrip branch of SolMed has been established. We're a medical technology company that covers a broad range of products and services, but we'd like to work towards whatever might be needed here most. I know a number of Chosen have specialty prostheses or other assistive devices that may need maintenance, for instance, and we're always glad to work with doctors and other providers to provide new tools or equipment for their practice.

I've only been here a short time, of course, so please let me know what sort of things would best help you.

Although I'm satisfied enough with the current staff to make this announcement, we'd also welcome anyone interested in joining the company, whether it be in delivery, manufacturing, record keeping, or research and development. I'm sure we could find a spot for you, whatever your skills.

Similarly, given the smaller scale here, I'm free to offer our engineering and chemistry labs for rent, with some caveats. They're state of the art in terms of my world, where devices like these tablets are common, and while they lack any magical aspect, I'd be interested to see how we could improve them.

[phew! He takes a breath. CEO announcement over, now he can turn to less official comments:]

... when I'd heard of buildings from our worlds appearing, I admit I didn't expect my company, of all things. I can promise I've ensured everything is working as smoothly as possible.

[His tone turns serious again, though more on the somber end:]

Ah, but there's something else I wanted to discuss. Though I wasn't sure if the locals would notice what happened last month, it seems their awareness is worse than I expected, given the state of the city. Would anyone be interested in helping to organize cleanup and rebuilding?

traumaticus

[Well, well. Look at that, Richard is actually using video feed instead of the usual text when addressing the network. He's indoors, sitting in front of big wooden table and there is stern yet controlled expression on his face. And when he speaks there is an air of noble dignity to his voice:]

Greetings, my fellow Chosen. My name is Richard Plantagenet. Some of you know who I am either from organizing the communal training sessions and from the Inn. However, I am sad to inform you that this time I am not here with such pleasant news as hosting a new party.

I believe it is unnecessary to go through the recent events in detail, we all were there and have had even someone to step forward to claim responsibility for the horrors of the prolonged night. This has now been the second violent threat against our city that I have witnessed. And from what I have heard from the veterans of this world there has been several more in the past. And I don't know about the rest of you but I think we have been left vulnerable for far too long.

So, I'll keep this as brief as possible.

I wish for anyone who is capable to come forward and join me in forming a defensive body that will be ready to respond to crises and other adversaries that we might face. There is a lot to do around the city, from strengthening our defenses, to find alternative communication solutions. Relying solely on these devices clearly has proven out to be faulty.

Of course, I'll continue to train self-defense, the swordmanship, archery and basic survival skills to anyone who is willing to learn. However, the invitation is open to all, whether you are fighter or not. There will be needing healers, those with more technical knowledge and who're fluent in science. I am well aware of my own weakness in that area -- after all, I am from the time period that could be considered 'medieval.' [God, how he hates that word.] Likewise people who are skilled strategists and have experience in leadership are welcomed. No helping hands will be turned away.

The last time I approached you all with similar proposition, I was met with suspicion that I was trying to form an army. However, I swear to you that it is not the case here. I am not looking for training soldiers nor positioning myself above the rest of you. I am merely asking for your help with ensuring making Aldrip safer to all of us.

There are already existing factions and those who'd rather keep their work private. But as long as we are separated and working without proper communication among ourselves we are no better than headless chicken running around. We are strongest when we are together. I for one, will be doing my own part to make sure there'll be no more unnecessary bloodshed among our numbers, with or without your help.

Thank you all for your time.

southernchere

Hey, Hons. I went to bed last night swearin it was a Sunday, but now it's midnight on a Saturday?

And my powers ain't workin neither, and I'm feelin like a toad caught in a weed eater. Is this happenin with anybody else, or am I just the lucky ducklin?

[ooc: fyi; she disappeared during the event, and now she's back. she also failed her sentence, so now her powers are wonky.]

invinciblemikey

listen what if we all commit several crimes (nice people can maybe jaywalk or something idc) in a very short time n see what happens

cant fkn sentence all of us

just a thought

cactusy

1. How hard does this place go with simulating bodily functions? We have to eat and expel waste, but do we menstruate? Get colds? Get infections? Get cancer? Get pregnant?

2. If our robot overlord is all about crime and punishment, what happens if we kill someone here?

luneminary

Hello everyone, my name is Ryoji Mochizuki.

Some of you must have been left bewildered or affected by the past week. I am here to apologize, because I am the one responsible for what has happened. A man named Bonedrewd did something, and as a result I ended up losing control of my powers. Please, be careful around him — he is a dangerous man. I only wish I realized it sooner.

I really am sorry!

The result is the long night known to those from my world as the ‘Dark Hour’. You might have encountered someone who looks like you during that time. They manifested from a repressed side to ourselves. They are parts that we are ashamed of showing to others, or secrets we don’t want to tell. Please do not be harsh to them — do not be harsh to yourself — as it is only natural for all humans to have such a facet to their personalities.

If anyone has questions, I will do my best to answer them.

baldrshand

Ethlyn here. It seems as though the tablets are working again.

If you have injuries from the past week's events, but you can make it, come to the Willow Clinic. Somehow it seems to have been protected from the roving monsters.

If you're injured and need help where you are, reply here. Someone from the Arztenritter will come find you and help you. (I didn't manage to make my usual recruiting announcement this month, so consider this that: if you have medical knowledge, and if you can or want to learn how to ride a horse, say so here. You're part of the Arztenritter now. Congratulations!)

I never thought I'd miss having the town in my back pocket so much. How are you all?

laserguy

So, catching up with everyone:

-The AI is in Quentin's brain and he can't access that part of his mind anymore.

-There's a tiny Phoenix inside me, no, I'm not possessed yet.

-Kurt's been sentenced and showing side effects of it, namely, turning into stone.

I feel that we all should discuss these things. Or at least, be aware of it. Also, Morph, Rogue, got anything to share? Might as well add to the list.

southernchere

Howdy, Sweet Peas.

Hope ya'll are havin' a good day today. If you are, tell me all about it. What's makin' today better than the rest? — And if it ain't goin' as fine as peach fuzz, what is it about today that's makin' it difficult?

You can answer me in any way you like, public or privately. Through video chat, text, or the good ol' fashion phone call. Whichever makes you feel most comfortable. Regardless, my line is open, and I'm here to listen.

traumaticus

Salutations to all The Chosen of Aldrip,

It appears that our number of our ranks have increased once again. I am aware that the situation you have found yourself at might be disorienting and far from the ideal. However, I would still like to wish you all a warm welcome. My name is Richard Plantagenet and I have recently obtained the ownership of the inn and the attached tavern. All of you are free to continue your at the establishment there until you find you gather your bearings and find more suitable residency. The nights are turning darker and colder here and taverns have always been the safe haven to the weary and lost travelers. Come and rest your restless bones, the warm drinks are on the house.

As you most likely have learned by now this world does host its own dangers, which vary from monstrous creatures to mind-controlling infections and the ever changing environment. As a countermeasure I have built a training grounds for anyone who desires to practice their combat skills, be they newcomer or older resident. I am willing to teach anyone basic self-defense, swordsmanship, archery survival skills and horseback riding to anyone who is willing to learn. For more advanced training, where 'powers' come into play, I would recommend you to contact an individual named Morph. They might have something that is more suitable for your needs.

If any of you are in need of anything, please do not hesitate to seek me out.

Signed,
Richard Plantagenet.

conflictresolution

[There is a new business in town, and yes, it was timed perfectly for when the silly matchmaking app launched its usual invasion posting for people to set their sights on. Maybe some will pair off, but even if they don't, Silco cannot claim to not be willing to provide options.

All are welcome to Shimmer & Shine, and yes, it has a massive big gaudy sign. Thankfully, there are also flyers around town advertising it, address and block party date plastered all over it too.

Silco was in his usual garb, lighting a cigar and snapping the lighter closed. He owns enough in the city that announcements like these require less and less effort on his part.]

Okcindr may advertise the opportunity to slog through the adventures of pairing off, but one can pay for that companionship for an hour or the whole night if they choose. Otherwise, one can simply come and admire the view and relax for the night of dancing and drinking.

[He flicked ash off of his cigar tip and tilted his head as if considering.]

Everyone is welcome to the front of the house. The back of the house has an age restriction.

[Does Silco know the age of consent in Aldrip? No. Does he care? Also no.]

Oh and as always, I'm hiring for my many ventures if someone is looking for coin.

cactusy

[Shaw is not a social media user, and when it comes to intel-gathering, she'd much rather do it in person; someone else (hint: this means you, Root) can keep tabs on the simulation's weird-ass internet. Not her circus, not her monkeys.

Except right now, she's holed up in the apartment Root's stashed her in, physically and emotionally exhausted but with her brain still moving a mile a minute. So, okay, she'll pull out her tablet. She'll play a few (or ten) rounds of Snake. And then she'll take a peek at the network.

Two of the most recent posts are lengthy musings on philosophy. Goddammit.]

you're all excruciating

theskyaccepts

[This is probably a bad idea. And ill-advised.

But it's been on his mind, and it's time he did something. If only for himself.

it said it believed in him once. The least he can do is return that belief.]

Um...AI-san?

Are you...still out there? Are you okay?

[He doesn't expect a response, but it's there.]

cartridgerefill

Ambitions. Aspirations. Determination.

In the face of despair and obstacles, I've watched many fall. To become intimidated, beaten, and broken by their circumstances. Yet, even from the depths of their own personal hell, I have equally witnessed the rise of those who were doubted. My own daughter, for instance, persevered over her limitations. My wonderful, brilliant Prushka was damaged in mind, spirit, and body by the Abyss of my world. Nonetheless, she recovered. Her spirit is most incredible.

In the same vein, I cannot find myself doubting others. I do believe in our own spirits. Our ambitions. Our goals. We are capable of so much.

This is what I adore about humanity, which now extends to other beings and species as I have come to learn of them. Your dreams delight me. They do.

A child's wish to become a princess one day. Another to become a cave diver like myself. Or to see the dawn.

My wish is to support others. Simple, no?

So I wonder: what is your ambition, my fellow Chosen? What do you hope for? What do you aspire to be?

fleetcaptain

I know some of us have been feeling unsettled since the world was "reset." The thought that maybe nothing here is real isn't easy to wrap your arms around. You start to question everything: every action, every decision, every bond you’ve formed. You wonder if it matters. You wonder what it means.

And I'm not going to tell you that there's any one answer to that. On earth, there have been philosophers since at least the seventeenth century who've grappled with questions like this, without coming to any firm conclusions.

In his Meditations on First Philosophy, René Descartes laid out the Evil Demon Hypothesis as a sort of epistemological experiment. Descartes imagines a powerful demon that creates an illusion of an external world so indistinguishable from reality that it could make Descartes believe he was sitting by a fire, even though he wasn't. As the existence of a simulation indistinguishable from reality is unfalsifiable, Descartes concluded that the foundation of all knowledge - the only thing that could not be doubted -- is the existence of the self. Most famously expressed by his statement "I think, therefore I am."

Since then, versions of the same thought experiment have popped up. In the 20th and 21st centuries, the idea that all reality is a simulation gained some traction. First by philosophers and epistemologists, later by scientists, then by whatever Elon Musk was.

But the further down the chain you got, the more divorced from the original purpose of the thought experiment it became. Cartesian skepticism was a way to pick out fundamental truths about the nature of knowledge itself. To show that reality is experienced subjectively, that our senses are not always reliable, and there are few things that we can know with absolute certainty. That our observations may be dubious, but the existence of the observer is unimpeachable.

One thing you can take away from that idea -- what some people do take away from it -- is solipsism. Solipsism, as a philosophy, is pretty juvenile. It takes the idea that we can't be sure of anything but our own existence and extrapolates that only you and what you want are important. What you do doesn't matter. Other people don't matter. What you do to other people matters least of all. What reason is there not to be selfish, if you are the only thing with any weight?

You could do the same now -- you could decide that, if the world we're living in isn't real, then what we do here doesn't matter. That nothing matters. You could take this as a reason to be the worst version of yourself.

But I think that's a mistake.

Whether this is real or not, we are real. The way we treat each other, the choices we make, the parts of ourselves that we share -- those things are real. They're ours. They're part of each of us. No matter where we are, we still have the power to define who we are and what we stand for.

You'll never be sure that the life you're living, or the place you're living it, is "real." You can't be. Why not do the right thing, just in case it matters? Why not treat people well, just in case they're real? What do we lose by treating people with kindness and respect? What do we lose by being the people we'd want to be if we knew it counted?

Meaning isn't handed to us. We create it. Through our actions. Through our connections. Through our kindness. Through our courage to face uncertainty and keep going.

Every day, we make the choice to push forward. To protect each other. That's what matters. That's what makes us who we are. Whether we're living in a simulation or not, our values don't change. The way we care for one another doesn't change. We still have the power to be kind, to be brave, to stand together.

So let’s keep doing what we’ve always done—make our own meaning. That’s real enough for me.

melnik

[ It has been a couple of weeks now since the successful reset of the terminals. Now, the same voice that was heard trying to rally them all to that task, tired and thick with a Slavic accent, has come to speak over the network once again. ]

Greetings, my friends. Miller here. First of all, I wanted to thank everyone who assisted in our efforts to restore this place to its former self. If it was not for all your cooperation, I am certain things would have gone very differently. It is thanks to all of you that we are still alive.

[ He's proud, really. The change from when he first arrived in this place has been immense. ]

Which is why it is my hope that we can keep this spirit of camaraderie going. There has already been a lively discussion of the visions we encountered at the terminals. Now that it has become clear that there is truly no safe space to hide from the prying eyes of the "Council," I wish to propose a forum for us all to continue sharing information.

[ The creation of the Dark Web was an innovation, to say the least... but can one even really call that secure when the entire world they live in is simulated? Where he's concerned, it's time to be forthright. ]

Allow me to begin with this. I was summoned to the courtroom. Yes – the courtroom. I only recall the inside of the building, but I presume it's one and the same as the new structure in the city center. I have been part of this experiment for eight months now and it is my first time seeing this Jerry face to face. But I can't be the only one who, up until now, seemed to have forgotten that he even existed? So, please... I would like to hear all of your thoughts.

I don't know about all of you, but I didn't try to save that artificial intelligence because I wanted to go back to putting my head in the sand!

( ooc: so long as it's cool with both parties, feel free to threadjack to discuss amongst yourselves! )

nightwild

[It takes Fauna some time before she decides to post. ... Well, some time by her standards. Ever since she got sentenced in her dream, she's been turning it over in her head. But rather than weighing the events, she's been more concerned about if this information could be used against her. But... No matter how much she thinks about it, she can't come to a conclusion on her own. Which is why she's finally ended up on the network.]

i think i met that jerry guy ive heard about
no one mentioned he shows up in your dreams
or is that new
is he some kind of messed up dream demon

anyway
he said a bunch of stupid bullshit about my crime
it was basically a threat
if i dont do what he says therell be consequences, he says
but he said im supposed to do acts of service
and then he went and vanished before i could ask anything
i dont plan on just obeying
but even if i did want to
i dont know what that means
what does acts of service even mean

nitropowered

[The last thing Katsuki is used to is being uncertain - about himself, about anything he does, about the world around him and how it works. But this whole reset thing turned everything on its head. Sure, Izuku had explained about it probably being a simulation and all, but it was tough to quantify and really believe until he experienced the reset. Fought to make sure the reset happened, even though he didn't really know what that meant. So he has a few questions.]

if this is a simulation, what does that mean? for the people back home, I mean.

what does it mean for us?

["Is anything we do here real?" hangs in the air unspoken. That just feels a little too vulnerable to say out loud. All of this is a little too vulnerable, but he asks anyway. It's been weighing on him.]

Profile

Expiation - Network

July 2025

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
		1	2	3	4	5
6	7	8	9	10	11	12
13	14	15	16	17	18	19
20	21	22	23	24	25	26
27	28	29	30	31

Style Credit

Base style: Blanket by sforzinda
Theme: Dóma by krja

Syndicate

Page generated Apr. 16th, 2026 01:08 pm

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags

Expiation - Network

Recent Entries

voice, un: howe

audio 🌌 un: altius

003 - video | un: plantogetit

⨂ — 003. TEXT; un: Sugarlips

text @invinciblemikey and it's very stupid

text; un: firecracker

network text; un: ryojikun, a day or two after the 18th!

07. text

text; private to the x-men

⨂ — 002. VOICE; un: Sugarlips

002 - text | un: plantogetit

06. [Video] New Business

OKCINDR POST #4

text; un: firecracker

text; un: tsuna27

audio; un: dawnlord

Text: un: tangofoxtrot

audio; un: spartan

text, un: fauna

text; un: dynamight

Profile

July 2025

Style Credit

Syndicate

Expand Cut Tags

Page Summary