001 [ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ] || ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɢᴇ, ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɢᴇ

[theassassin]

[So Natalia has watched her video, she's sat on the ground (in the grass, she's not really questioning that just yet)with a brow cocked at the device on her wrist, and she's assessed that this is not her comm device. She can't establish communication through any of her normal channels. She's also pretty pissed that someone has stripped her of her electronics.

She sighs pulling her hair back into a long tail, so the next logical step here is... Obviously to address the network. And try to get a handle on what is going on.]

So... I'm guessing no one has seen a ten foot tall angry gorilla with an automatic passing through here.

[Yes, a gorilla with a machine gun. Not a guerrilla, and actual primate. Fur, fangs, opposable thumbs, surprisingly intelligent, a quality most guerrillas seem to lack. The thing knew Russian, for godsake. That's pretty damn impressive for a better than thousand pound ape.]

Okay, well...What about a guy, kind of broody and rough around the edges, wearing a dinky little mask that only covers his eyes? Black pants, seems to have an allergy to sleeves... a metal arm? Might answer to James if you're really nice? We were together just as my friend Koko attacked.

[She pauses long enough to take a breath and squint at the area she's in.] No?

[Natalia shrugs.] I guess then I'm going to need to request an evac? Something tells me I'm not going to get one though...

001 | Chuck Shurley | Video

[godsprophet]

Oh, uh...

[Hello, Kore. Amidst the influx of new arrivals is Chuck. He's got short, curly brown hair and a beard. He also looks incredibly baffled as he squints down at the communicator on his wrist. He's outside, and his free hand is shielding his eyes from the sun. He doesn't appear to be someone who's used to being outside very often. Or like, at all.

He seems to be surprised that he's gotten the communicator working. He also seems confused as to who, exactly, he's talking to. But that doesn't stop him from stuttering on anyways.]

Sorry, I--I'm not exactly sure I know exactly were I am? Well, I mean... Cape Kore, obviously, but, uh... I mean, I was just in Ohio.

[He's smart enough that he knows that wherever Cape Kore is, it's certainly not in Ohio. He looks a little lost and confused for a second before a thought occurs to him.]

Was it---is this the angels? They did this, didn't they? They're the only ones who could do this, right? [And yet, even that didn't add up because,] I thought the Apocalypse was over!

[Chuck drags a hand down his face. He's not a Winchester. This isn't a life he's suited for. He's just a writer.]