[voice]

[radars]

These collars, from the ... Outer Authorities, is it?

What is their function, exactly? Does anyone know how they're made?

Or. How they can be removed?

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[calmyourmind]

Outer Authorities?

[radars]

An attack, just a few days ago.

[calmyourmind]

And they placed collars on the people they attacked? Does anyone know why they were attacking?

[radars]

It always comes down to fear.

[calmyourmind]

Then I take it they were not the ones to bring us here, either?

[voice]

[outer_npcs]

We don't know how they're made but they can be removed. It's--

None of us have ever done it. I have only read about them being removed.

[voice]

[radars]

And what have you read?

[ calm calm calm he's calm. ]

[voice]

[outer_npcs]

It's delicate. There are three panels on the collar. The panels can be removed--

[some rustling to double check facts.]

You must simultaneously deactivate each panel before it can be removed. I have diagrams but I have never done it.

[voice]

[radars]

I'm afraid the need's become somewhat urgent.

text;

[lehnsherr]

Collars?

[:| The joy of avoiding everybody else.]

[voice | locked]

[radars]

You saw the attack, didn't you? Or at least heard it?

[text | locked] forever

[lehnsherr]

From a distance, yes. What collars?

[voice | locked]

[radars]

The kind that suppress superhuman abilities.

[lehnsherr]

Where are you?

[Audio]

[most_feared]

Pulled masks off a couple of the bodies.

They looked human.

But they kinda looked alike.

[Audio]

[radars]

Alike or identical?

[Audio]

[most_feared]

Just alike. I was watchin' for identical.

[Audio]

[radars]

That could be from having a somewhat shallow gene pool. They haven't had much contact with the Old City, as far as I've heard.

The alternative, of course, is that they're engineered or bred for combat.

Or just that you happened to uncover several siblings. Shouldn't rule anything out.

[Audio]

[most_feared]

Nope. Just a thing that I noticed. Never got a mask off a living one, though.

permatext

[relativistic]

collars? do they think we're all dogs or some shit

good job, wes, you've loosed the professor

[radars]

Decidedly not. A pet's collar is used to identify and to protect, as part of an owner's responsibility for that animal's health and safety. In contrast, these collars appear to be used for repression of heightened abilities; moreover, the authorities showed no regard for the health and safety of those outside the ship or defending it. Their goal was to destroy the ship and concurrently to threaten the ship's defenders with death or worse, the result being that the collars are less like a pet and more like a prisoner or a slave.

It may behoove us to conduct a closer study of the behavior of the Outer Authorities when they are not under direct threat. In those circumstances, we could find if they truly view those outside the dome as lesser beings, or if they understand that the inhabitants of the Old City are just as sentient and aware, if decidedly less lucky.

goddamit other charles 1/2

[relativistic]

[pause as he stares at that long-ass response he receives. what the fuck is he looking at. well, no, he knows what he's looking at, but what the fuck is he looking at. who the fuck uses behooves in whatever century they're in already? this bastard just gave him a rundown about collars. well, he started it, but really, was this necessary? also, concurrently? there are a hell lot of syllables here when that video post was just meek as fuck. what the hell is he looking at.]

2/2

[relativistic]

really, you couldn't just give me a summary or something. even a list was gonna be a-okay.

[all that talk and wesley is only concerned about one thing.]

so what's your 'heightened ability'

[radars]

Did I imply that I have a personal interest? I did not mean to. My interest is both academic and practical, in that I am curious to their function and purpose and in that I would like to ensure that none I know or care for fall victim to them.

[relativistic]

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-- fuck no. i did not spend a lifetime in cubicles for this. i feel like i'm talking to a robot or something.

[fuck you man. SWITCHING TO VOICE. wesley is bored and irritated]

I can't text to a dude who writes like his BAC is higher than mine on a regular basis. Let's try this again. You got a name, or am I gonna have to make up shit for you.