[Hello New Moore Highschoolers and Staff.

On this lovely Friday afternoon, if you happen to be near any public computer on campus, such as the computer lab or library, at precisely 1:15 you will find every computer opens up a video file, cranks the speakers, and assaults you with Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff: The Moive:]

I TOLD YOU MAN
I TOLD YOU ABOUT STAIRS!


[It a wonderful and culturally enriching movie from an alternate future, starring Ben Stiller as Sweet Bro, Owen Wilson as Hella Jeff, Donald Glover as Geromy, and our very own Dave Strider listed as the director and producer.

It looks rather like a live action version of this crock of shit.

Safe to say the movie an over-saturated, poorly 'acted' (??), curse strewn mess that makes absolutely not a bit of flipping sense. The first ten minutes is Sweet Bro falling down an endless flight of stairs that is actually obviously just him falling down the same set of stairs over and over, seemingly without end.]


((OOC: You can read more about The Moive here if you are actually curious. Otherwise, while people will be able to physically override the machines (unplugging them, turning off speakers) attempts to close the files will prove largely unsuccessful until the movie has played exactly 1.5 times, and then they will all shut themselves off.

Enjoy, New Moore ))

I kept sayin' no but then they showed me that "in the arms of the angels" video with all the sad dogs.

Yo, that's just not fair.

[ A nice view of some dirty pale fingers sliding across the screen until R drops his hand limply to his side. Then there's a view of someone standing in the street, holding the phone in front of them, swaying ever so slightly like they might tip over, and is ...clearly not 100% of the best health. Or alive.

New Moore- was it? He'd introduce himself but he's terrible with introductions. Basically, he's new and oh man. He is so lost right now. Seriously. Both in the 'having no idea what's going on sense' and actually not knowing your location. He already past this street, didn't he? The creepy labcoat guys back at the hospital were kind of terrible at explaining things and completely mad, he thinks. Fictional? Well yeah. He probably thought zombies were fictional too before he became one. Who wouldn't? Anyway... then he ate one of them so trying to get a saner doctor to explain things didn't go over too well. None of that really matters to him, he supposes, but they did give a dead guy a phone so. Hey. How are you? What's going on?

He's trying to say all this. Maybe get some directions too. ]

Hnnngh... Ngh. [ wheeze ]

[ The keyword is 'trying.' ]

Progressing Post-Mortem
Every other Wednesday, 6 p.m., Starbox
(Location subject to change based on attendance)

I'd like to apologize for the delay in announcing this. When they first had me start this, I said that I was used to being a poster boy, not an organizer. That hasn't changed!

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Finnick Odair and the pleasure is all mine. As part of my ongoing rehabilitation after making an escape attempt, I run a group called Progressing Post-Mortem. It's exactly what it sounds like. Death comes up often here — there are many of us who are supposed to be dead. It's not always easy to deal with.

Even though no one has answers to any of our questions, New Moore officials believe it's important that we still have support. Progressing Post-Mortem is a safe place for any fictional resident who could have been considered dead in their home world to come together, support one another and learn as much as we can.

So many faces have come and gone since I originally started the group. Consider this a formal invitation for anyone who fits the bill. You don't have to bring anything or expect anything out of it.

If nothing else, it's a great place to meet people. And I'll be there — what more could you want?

I look forward to seeing you there. If you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them.

(And if you've been previously blacklisted from attending, that hasn't changed either.)