[Network Audio] (October 12th)

[work_wife]

[OOC: As this Network post will absolutely contain spoilers for Stranger Things canon in the threads, I have left the TL specifically vague. Assume any and all threads here have spoilers for Stranger Things]


You know, from all I heard of these storms, wasn't expecting this sorta-phone to pop back on. Anyway, uh, it's Robin. I have good news and I have bad news for you.

Good news? I recognize why the storm looks like this. And what the noises are.

Bad news? I recognize why the storm looks like this. And what the noises are.

Tips for survival are as follows. They're afraid of fire and it hurts them a LOT. Keep your back to things because you can't trust them not to come up behind you. DO NOT BLEED. Try to hide together in groups. And if you can fight, well, guess we need to brief you on what's going on. So check the fuck in because this is a Code Red.

Comments

[work_wife]

I suppose not. Just... This is so familiar that it's upsetting.

[Something else? Wait, that was a possible thing?]

I hope it does. Just need a lot of fire.

[tyrants_son]

That would be the point, I think. These storms are never meant to be pleasant, but it seems they have evolved much from the standard that we have otherwise heard of.

Providing fire would not normally be an issue. I will have to find a way to improvise.

[work_wife]

Good luck with that. I'm getting accelerants at The Deep End.

[tyrants_son]

Accelerants.

Ah.

[He's not going to object to that. It's certainly not his problem anyway. Cayde will probably bemoan his shortened supply later but that should show him he should tell people he has a stock of ready-made molotov cocktails for such occasions.]

[work_wife]

[Cayde can bemoan what he wants. She's got a dimension of horrors to burn before it kills her friends again.]

Be careful, okay? If you really can't bleed, then people will probably need you to help save them.

[tyrants_son]

There are many capable here, but I will keep alert.

You be careful too.

[work_wife]

Good. I'm not losing more peopel to this.

[tyrants_son]

Do not hesitate to contact me if you require assistance.

[work_wife]

I'll do it, if we still have access to this. Man, I wish we had walkies.

[tyrants_son]

"Walkies"?

[work_wife]

Walkie talkies?

[tyrants_son]

I am unfamiliar with this term.

[Faaaaar before his time.]

[work_wife]

You know, short wave radios?

[tyrants_son]

Ah. Pre-Golden Age era technology.

[work_wife]

Wait, what?

[tyrants_son]

Assuming you are from Earth, I come from a point in a distant future, though it is not guaranteed we are from the same universe.

[work_wife]

I'm definitely from Earth. 1986. How far of a distant future?

[tyrants_son]

Difficult to say.

[How does one tactfully say that something bad happened and a lot of pre-Golden Age history along with the Golden Age was lost and everyone was knocked back into a new Dark Age?]

[work_wife]

That's not a good sign.

[tyrants_son]

I cannot disagree.

[work_wife]

Glad you don't. Anyway, good luck out there. I'm heading out to get materials for firebombs.

[Cayde can hate her later]

[tyrants_son]

[Not his problem.]

Be safe.