DAY :027

[onemind]

[A day after the new arrivals show up and before anyone has really had a chance to settle in, every member of the nest gets an Extranet message at the exact same time from an untraceable source. It doesn't show up in your inbox; instead it opens in another window - don’t mistake it for a pop-up because if you close it, then you won’t be able to respond in line. The chat window's cursor blinks at you as the words scroll across, line by line; the message is accompanied by an unblinking blue eyeball avatar:]

XSome kind of brain trust you areX.

XWe've seen you sticking your noses where they don't belongX.

XOf course, they're not really your noses, are theyX?

XRemind us again: what it is that you think you’re trying to doX?



((ooc: feel free to use this post to respond in-line to EXTRAAA, as well as chat with other hosts via the mental-link or personal interactions. please be aware that this post has a time limit and all responses from extraaa will cease end of day 8/19; this doesn't mean you can't continue to tag this post afterward, just that extraaa will likely have gone silent by that point))

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[narcissithstic]

[Over the last week, Ren's interfacing system has been alight with enough data to have him mentally checked out by the time that pseudo-pop-up makes its purposefully mysterious entrance. The formatting's odd, the sender unknown, and Ren reads it once— twice— before decidedly typing out:]

I'm not interested in any additional contracts.

[#nailedit]

[onemind]

XThe gossip streams were rightX.

XYou really are all looks and no brainsX.

[narcissithstic]

Gossip.
What gossip.

[You mean people actually comment on extranet articles wtf bro. Who is saying shit, he will find them where they live.]

[onemind]

[Thirty new extranet windows pour open on Ren's connection; they're all cheesy tabloid articles and news feeds featuring his involvement in the Bout It Out match and pictures of him and Ilde together.]

[narcissithstic]

[He only needs to clear about half of them to see the window again, the process tedious enough to incite - which coincidentally manages to drag Ren's fixation away from the idea of slander towards the messenger themself:]

Who are you.

[No solicitor so far's had the ability to flood his vision with data, after all...]

[onemind]

XNot talent scoutsX.

XNot that kind of talent, at leastX.

[narcissithstic]

[The Force is a gentle pressure along the length of his spine, coaxing along his thoughts without precision; their enemies are blunt, they prefer chaos over conversation - it's possible he's speaking to one of them, but more likely is the possibility that he isn't.

Ren scrolls up, reads it all again for good measure.]

And you want to know why we're here. [It makes sense. Even without the bombing attack, cities like this one have eyes. His mother knew them on Coruscant, on Hosnian Prime— a shame he doesn't share her skill in dealing with them.]

We stand against H+H1.

[onemind]

XWhy?X