Gabriel | Video | 05 | Day 53

[hung_garian]

I see a lot of you kind people have been signing up for extracurriculars. Scouting, hunting, washing the dishes, all that sort of thing. Buuuuuut, I couldn't help noticing a bit of a gap in these activities, which I brought to the attention of our fearless leader and got his permission to fill! Sort of. Our little town is so lucky to have such a devoted mayor. Three cheers for ol' what's-his-face, et cetera.

[It's almost all true. The permission bit isn't, predictably, but the guy hadn't forbidden it. Not in as many words, at least... and not that that would stop Gabriel.]

So, uh, anyone willing to make the ultimate sacrifice and join me in testing the safety of the chocolate, alcohol and bedsprings, possibly all at the same time... sign up here. I know, I know -- I'm not saying it'll be easy. Hells, I'm not even saying any of us'll make it out alive. But those of you prepared to give your all in the service of your gilded cage and your fellow vacationers, you'll be doing the right thing. You'll be remembered as heroes.

[Needless to say, he's bored. Somebody entertain him before he takes up serial murder again...]

video | 004 | day 54

[retrograding]

[Because the broadcast is a video, Jet Star comes on the screen with his hair somewhat tamed and his eyepatch in place. His expression is as calm as ever, and the video is steady. The only evidence that there might be something wrong is the sound of clattering and a somewhat distressed voice in the background - but Jet ignores that for the most part to address his audience.]

I have one very simple question for the people of this town today, and I like to think it isn’t an unreasonable request. Two friends of mine, Party Poison and Kobra Kid, have not been home for a while. Has anybody seen either of them? They’re rather hard to miss. Party Poison has red hair, and Kobra Kid is blonde, the former is short and the latter is tall --

[Fun Ghoul suddenly appears over Jet's shoulder, scowling at the communicator.]

One's fuckin' stupid, and the other one's twice as fuckin' stupid. Give 'em the real facts, Jet. Two days! [He holds up two fingers in front of Jet's face just in case you assholes forgot how to count.] Never gone this long without sayin' shit, ask that raccoon-eyed piece of work what she did with our boys--

[And he cuts himself off to disappear into the background again, sending something else crashing to the floor. Jet watches Ghoul stomp off with a sort of sad expression, and when he looks back at the communicator, the look sticks.]

We aren't accusing anyone of anything. But if you are out there, either of you - or if anybody knows where they might be, please let us know.

Please. Thank you. [And the feed cuts off. Jet has some calming to do, excuse him.]