The Sphere RP

[This is clearly someone's unintended video post. There's a grimy hand picking up a bottle of nearly finished scotch, and pouring it into a dirty glass. The glass rises, and is damned nearly drained before it's set back on the desk. Around the man, there are several empty bottles as well. Looking around, there's also food waste and it's fresh. Whatever it is, these have definitely been here for a few days. Maybe even a week really even if the amount of the plates don't give that away. It's not as if Max really has any reason to like actually fucking eat.

When he becomes away of the fact that he's broadcasting the perspective shifts, and Max looks like he's not slept or showered in weeks. His eyes are overly intense, bordering on being even worse than they were when he told people not to listen to Annie. As his words slur, it's a combination of both the alcohol and his anger.]

Fuck this fucking piece of shit place.

[Ladies and gentlemen, this is your head of the council, back for a week without posting about it or being seen.]

[Well, have a gruff and angry voice over the network that really doesn't happen all that often. It's Max Tinder, head of the council, owner of the black market and basically the person who's mostly in charge here. Lucky you. And right now he's pissed and biting the words off with bared teeth.]

I have abilities that I never tell people I do in case I ever need them. I can use them to kill. I have used them to kill. I tried to use them to kill the Sphere but it didn't work. I would gladly use them on anything if it meant that I had the chance to have my daughter back. And I wouldn't be sorry for it. It's been eight years and the fact that this place took her from me burns within me. I miss her every fucking day.

Alright, so you know we've got weather going. We've been trying to work on it behind the scenes, but there's a slight problem: our instruments are telling us that there isn't shit going on right now. Which yeah, anyone can see is bullshit. We've gone to try and talk to the Sphere, and I don't know if it's seeing what our instruments see or it don't, but it's clear that the best thing that we can do is to put some plans into place.

Which means setting up safe zones in case the full domes structural integrity starts to falter. We know that the smaller domes in the larger ones should be giving us a little bit of time if things go south, and the best places where we can hold up are going to be ones that have extra layers of protection. Now, there ain't one place that will hold all of us. There ain't even three, but there are a list of safe houses if sirens start wailing. Get to the nearest ones, obviously, and if you've got some time, come by and help people stock em up just in case. They've all got some supplies, but I think we can agree more supplies are better.

And if you've got shit you don't wanna lose, keep it on ya in a bag. Just try and not be as stupid as you normally can be when you panic.

Safehouses:
The infirmary's gonna be the largest and most secured facility, because it has the ability to treat people with the bends. Medicine and food's there, and Laurie's gonna be there as well, so if you need a doctor or meds usually, fucking plan for that shit.

The agricultural silos: There's two of these, and they're where we store our fresh food and have water storage for plants and shit too. We'll add medicine and things that may be needed.

Dorm 3 is mostly empty for the large part, and as it's in the muddle of the domes over there it's got some additional structural support. Food, water and meds need to be moved into there, if people wanna get fucking cracking.

Under the Merchant dome: if shit goes down and you're in the merchant dome, go to the fucking black market, it can literally handle a nuke. We're gonna try and keep it the biggest one if need be, because we want people to go on with their lives while this is happening.

There are private safehouses as well, folks who have been a while and have older and stronger domes. So maybe if you get really fucked, someone will let you in.

In the mean time, keep eyes out, don't go anywhere stupid alone and help turn the main safehouses into ones that are going to be as safe as possible.

We're working on it, and have had plans for a while, but we sure as she didn't expect that the very things that should be telling us that there's water some here ain't working.

Mera's been kind enough to help us look out for actual leaks and the like, and we're hoping you're gonna let her into private domes to make sure that's what safe.

[The sound is definitely a scream, loud and sharp for a long moment before a child’s voice, lacking in Max’s normally deeper tones come across:]

What the fuck. What the fuck. This cannot fucking be happening. God, fuck this entire fucking place. I hate it. I hate it!