001 | Hal Yorke | Day 75 [ all replies audio ]

[unsanguine]

[ Good morning, Vietkore! Let us bring in the sun with a vampire. A vampire who is definitely not in South Wales anymore.

Having had the better part of two days to absorb this new and unsettling problem, he might have time to make the requisite Wizard of Oz reference except for having only the barest idea where Kansas is, and being in no way equipped for that joke anyway. It's for the best, he'd just have something snide to say about the Gold Standard and heavy-handed metaphors.

( the surprise of the week is that i never heard the sound )

010; accidental video/action; early hours of day 75

[afallenstar]

[ Of course she's been trying to leave since the moment she had been taken, but it hasn't worked. Each and every attempt had been completely unsuccessful, with literally no effect whatsoever.

Until, that is, when one attempt finally does work.

The feed kicks in with enough time to show little more than white light, almost like there's a problem with the video, and there's the faint sound of wings. It fades fast though, along with the light, and it's replaced with the slightly dishevelled looking face of one missing angel. She's out of breath, a little dizzy and definitely disoriented, but the one thing she does before anything else is drop a hand over the communicator. It's black for a few seconds while she fumbles with the buttons, and then the feed cuts out.

Welcome back to Kore, Anna. ]

001 | Dirk Gently | Early, Day 75

[zen_navigator]

[This particular detective has been rather quick to notice the new bit of tech strapped to his wrist. It's not long after he arrives then, that a man with a messy mop of brown hair comes into picture on the video screen. The view is directly up his nose for a moment before the shot raises to encompass his face instead. He looks a bit confused, but otherwise unperturbed and uninjured.]

Hello? [A set of fingers taps against the screen, resounding roughly against the microphone.] Hello? Anyone on the other end of this listening? [The view drops to a crooked view of a bright mustard tie and a shirt that looks like it's been in his wardrobe since nineteen seventy-four. The voice continues to speak as the man turns around.] I seem to have been kidnapped and transported. There are far reaching implications. A number of alarming possibilities readily spring to mind... [The face returns and two bushy eyebrows raise over wide eyes.] This is Dirk Gently. I have woken up in a gazebo. A GAZEBO.

[He looks away from the camera, scanning his environment. The inside of the gazebo and a view of the park can be seen behind him for a moment before his face returns. It's just occurred to him that his kidnappers could be the ones on the other end of the line, so it might be in his interest to move somewhere other than where they'd left him.] If this is about any of my outstanding debts, I can assure you that I will be fully capable of paying in full upon my whole and healthy return to London.

005 || Veronica Mars || [video]

[shesamarshmallow]

[ Veronica turns on the camera. In the background is the fountain. In the foreground is a rather irritated blonde who looks like she could happily deck somebody. But for right now, her baser desires are repressed, taken over instead by irritation and the sort of attitude that inspired her guidance counselor to say completely untrue and false things. Mostly. ]

So, don' take this the wrong way or anything, guys, but I kind of thought that once I was done with you, I'd be, you know, done with you.

And yet you guys just keep pulling me back in? Was I not terrible enough the first time? In case you forgot, I'm pretty sure I bit some of you.

Speaking of, what the hell is going on? I notice I'm human again. Cool. I notice I'm here again. Not. Cool. Did they take me? What happened?

Answers, people. Answers now.