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Uh, hey. Sup.

( Tara is sitting, cross legged, addressing the device, and offers a half wave. She's looking a little worse for wear, as might potentially happen during a... zombie apocalypse, jeans torn and her flannel shirt looking like it should maybe be cleansed with fire rather than washed. )

Okay, so this whole blogging-slash-vlogging community thing is neat, I guess. I kinda missed the internet. But, you know, I was hoping there would maybe be some cat videos or something.

( Ah, the sweet notes of gentle sarcasm. )

This seems more like-- man, this isn't even Facebook, this definitely is givin' off some MySpace vibes. It's kinda... I mean, I'm just waiting for some autoplay bubblegum pop nightmare. I mean, nobody deserves shit that screwed up, right?

( Right? C'mon, you know you agree. Tara glances down at her hands, shakes them out and rests them on her legs. Her smiles fades a little, brow creasing, and by the time she looks back to the camera it's gone completely. )

Listen, you gotta get a whole lot of these-- ( she waves her hand idly. These posts, you know? )

Anyway, there are people I was with before I wound up here, and I need to get to them. Help keep 'em safe, annoy them with dumb jokes, y'know. So, uh, Maggie, Glenn, Rosita, Eugene-- Abraham? Team GREATM, we need to regroup. It's not much of a 'Team' with just the 'T,' right?

( A moment of hesitation, any fragment of bravado slipping away. ) There's others, too.

( But she wasn't with them when the firetruck was heading back to the church, so it's less likely they'd be here, she's pretty sure. She's looking calm, though the giant puppy eyes of oh God where are my people are becoming more and more apparent. Her puppy eyes were almost, but not quite, listed as one of her powers. )

If you can give me a heads up, thanks in advance. And if anyone knows any decent pizza places in Mauritia Falls, give me a heads up. I owe this Jaime jackass a meal, figured I better make it a decent one.

So, I dunno. T-T-Y-L, or something.

( And she leans in to cut the feed. )

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[darkspider]

Most people you're looking for—they don't show up here. You can check the names in the network. [As much as he hates it, Kaine's gotten accustomed to that lately. Too many Spider-people means that he doesn't want to get caught off-guard.

After a beat, he adds:]

Can't help with the pizza.

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Yeah.

( She's heard about that... ) Does that show people even if uh, they don't post?

( She can just imagine Daryl or Rick being paranoid as Heeeeeell. )

Bummer. ( . . . ) Chinese?

[darkspider]

It's been known to show people, but sometimes they aren't quick to turn up.

[There are discrepancies, which he figures tie in to the stupid porter thing.]

And no chance. Do you like barbecue?

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[heavyhitter]

dont worry about em theyre on pause

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( oh god how do... texting... are emotes even cool any more? were they ever cool? )

The cat videos?

[video | hello pretty girl]

[r00t]

[Well, this is kind of a cute little post, isn't it? Someone's obviously a little confused. Not about the internet, at least, and she can't blame anyone for being a little confused by all this.

Can't blame her for that lost look, the one that implies the flippant air is a put-on little show to cover how much she's lost by coming here. Root knows that feeling, knows it too well, and knows she should avoid going there at all costs, at least for now.

But instead she switches the video on, and offers a little smile, head tilted to the side.]

Don't know anyone by those names, but I might just be able to help you find them. Now, decent pizza places in Maurtia Falls, that I can do. Then again, it all depends on whether you like deep dish or thin crust. Why don't we do a little tour?

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( oh hello. What's that, you say? Tara's hopeless? Yep. )

Uhh, well, in the interests of full disclosure I've kinda forgotten what a decent pizza tastes like, so... I'm vulnerable to corruptibility on the deep dish vs. thin crust front.

( She tilts her head, amused. ) Are you going to show me the sights, too?

video; also i'm sorry for this lmfao

[daimeinashi]

[There's a video of nothing but blue sky, at first, from an ID that reads only as Sai. And then from somewhere offscreen, there's a sound like a pop, and then an orange tabby cat wanders into the screen and sits down in front of the communicator.

Someone's trying their hand at humor, again, and you're the unfortunate test subject, Tara.]

no this shall be beautiful

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( She is just... staring back, eyebrows slowly inching up. Dryly:)

I was thinking maybe it could be sleeping in a sink or chasing a laser or something.

( Not that she is necessarily complaining, mind. )

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[icy]

[ Hope she doesn't mind the Totally But Doesn't Know It Yet Probably Dead fashion statement, whoops. Jack certainly looks like he belongs in a zombie apocalypse, which really doesn't do the torn trousers and ice-stained hoodie any favors but he hasn't changed the former in three centuries and isn't going to start now.

Crouched atop a roof with his staff across a lap, leaning forward to reply on his phone with skinny knees near-level with his head, he offers her a gray-lipped smile. ID sure does read Jack Frost | Spirit of Winter. ]

What exactly do your friends look like? Gimme a description and I can take a fly over the cities, scope out if they're there at a glance.

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( Excuse you, sir. Tara doesn't judge based on fashion. She misses the days when she did, mind you, but mostly she's a little jealous of that hoodie. Well worn normally means comfortable as Hell.

She is, however, more intrigued/concerned (okay, very concerned) by the unhealthy pallor, grey lips and all. The staff is less alarming; Michonne rocks a katana, after all. )

Uh.

( Hang on. ) I can type up descriptions if you want?

( Grateful, cautious and suspicious, all at once? MAIS OUI. ) They're kinda distinct.

( Especially Abraham and that stupid moustache, God damn. )

[khajidont]

I'm hurt by the name calling, just so you know.

[Which is why he's smiling. It's nice to see her online, anyway -- she hadn't looked so good, back there.]

Have you checked the network for their names already?

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I'll make sure to cry you a river.

( it's a sign of affection, I swear... though her expression turns more serious, more 'lost puppy.)

Uh. Kinda. Browsed a little. Figured they might be being paranoid about úsing the network with the whole "sudden civilization" thing.

( Hi, Eugene. )

[a cat video]

[abduxel]

[A black, hairless sphynx-style cat appears on screen. The video is struggling to focus and the communicator wasn't propped up at a great angle, so it's blurry for now, the cat's features hard to make out. Something about it seems a little wrong in the how-cats-typically-look department; the proportions and style of movement are a bit bizarre. The animal approaches the comm to see how it's working, and as it gets close enough, the camera focuses and it becomes clear that this ugly cat has six eyes.]

praise be

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( Oh, hey, awesome. Another cat video!

Except she's watching, and-- )

Holy crap!

( That other cat could understand words, though, and speak, so Tara is clamping her mouth shut and just sort of staring. What the Hell. )

Oh-kay. ( Don't call it creepy, don't call it creepy. ) And I thought I'd seen it all.

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[humanistic]

There's not a lot that's decent in Mauritia Falls. Don't know why they keep sending people there.

But there are cat videos. You have to dig a little more but they're out there.

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Maybe they knew I'd turn it into the funnest place ever.

( send help, she survived the zombie apocalypse and has no desire to die of boredom. )

Yeah, so far they can talk and have a whole lotta eyes. I'm thinking I might go to guinea pig videos, seems like it might be safer.

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[rathercommon]

Too bad you want to go to Mauritia Falls. The best restaurants are DEFINITELY in Heropa.

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People aren't big fans of the Falls, huh? I feel like I should be defensive, but...

I hear that Nonah has some pretty good places, too. Are you sure you're a reliable source?

( stop being obnoxious, tara )

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[youbastard]

[ This probably shouldn't be her main focus but Ellie's actually pretty curious about what Myspace and Facebook are. Should she ask? She's asking. She's got a weird quasi-British accent that's impossible to place when she speaks. ]

I'm afraid I haven't heard any of those names before. Which doesn't mean they're not around somewhere. I realize this is probably a ridiculous sounding question, but what are Facebook and Myspace? [ Ellie should be happy she missed Myspace. ]

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( oohhh hey, accents are cool. She's kinda used to hearing "south, south, more south." At least on tv you sometimes got something interesting, but that's been out of the picture for a while. So, she's paying more attention just by virtue of oooh, interesting. )

Oh, uh. No, not that ridiculous. I mean, in my world you had to be living under a rock not to know about 'em, but whatever.

( "In my world." This place is weird.
She offers a bit of a smile, giving away the good humour underneath the flat tone. )

They're social networking sites. So you make a profile, and you can visit your friends' profiles and share music and videos on each other's walls, and whatever. It's basically a way to waste a whole lot of time and have awkward contact with people you don't actually talk to any more. Oh, and post gloating statuses about how awesome your life is.

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[aggressiveapathy]

[Rather than a human face here, there are two raccoons eating popcorn in front of the camera. If it's some small comfort, it is a human voice that comes from behind them, though.]

We're not really a cat house. But awesome animals on the internet are still a thing.

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( NOOOOOOOO THAT IS THE BEEEEEST

and so far there's no weirdness! Although she's squinting a bit just to make sure that wasn't the racoon talking. )

Done, you're my favorite person here.

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[112ounces]

[ Carl doesn't forget the little things. The grime. The dirt. Faded jeans and gross, smelly socks and hair that hadn't been near shampoo in months, the exhaustion.

Carl doesn't go into the habit of forgetting faces, not since the dead started to rise. So why does this woman give a hint of recognition? Filthy clothes, the general appearance of exhaustion and worry.

Some of the names she says are familiar - no, more than familiar. They are names that have etched into Carl's heart, like Hershel's or Mom's. ]

I know a Glenn and Maggie. They aren't here, if we are talking about the same people.

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( Woah, there. Mini-Grimes? Tara grips the device, hard, swallowing past a lump in her throat. )

Carl! ( Part of her knows something is wrong, that he doesn't recognize her, and she can't fully grasp that as she grins at him. ) Dude, yeah.

( Her enthusiasm stumbles, though, as it starts to sink in. What the Hell? ) It's me. Tara? Maggie and Glenn kinda-- brought me and the others along?

( mayday mayday this is bad for so many reasons )