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[This is, at least, an attempt at a video. An attempt because when the video comes on, there's nothing to be seen -- vampires don't show up in video, apparently -- but there's certainly Meyer's irritated voice coming from somewhere. An irritated voice that seems to be alternating between questioning just what's going on today, and... counting.]

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen... Look, the way I see it, this place is strange already. Is this really necessary? I don't... eighteen, nineteen... know exactly what's going on. Any information would be appreciated, of course.

[There's a pause.]

And if someone could explain to me exactly how long this is going to last, that'd be good, too. This is already getting old.

[OOC: Yes, this is your resident vampire with a counting obsession. Sadly, he doesn't show up in video, but if someone comes and finds him, they can see his unfortunate fangs firsthand.]

manofiron

[ For a fleeting moment, Tony Stark’s face fills the screen. Those who know him might recognize his piercing eyes and his immaculately kept hair, perfectly trimmed and styled to look like the dashing figure of the celebrity he is back home. Maybe his skin’s a little paler than usual. And maybe some of its imperfections are gone. But it’s difficult to tell, because it only lasts for a moment.

Two luminous, glowing red orbs suddenly fill the screen as Tony pulls the communicator closer. His lips curve into a devilishly mischievous smirk, but hidden as it as by the limitations of the camera, no one can appreciate it. When he speaks, his voice is a low, throaty purr, edged with just a hint wickedness. ]

Cape Kore. I’ve got a question for you.

[ He moves his arm, pulling it back so more of his finely muscled torso and broad shoulders can be seen. In his skin-tight tank top, there’s plenty of pale, flawless skin to behold. Slowly, he stalks from the shadows of his home’s porch into the brilliant light of the morning.

And the sun, rising over the horizon, fans rays of light over his skin, setting it alight, sparking flashes of fire like a diamond. It’s as though the man is no man at all, but a being of light, angelic and perfect. ]

Do I dazzle you?

(A/N: omg this is my first time writing one of these!! plz be gentle. my poor babu is having a bad day. it will get better tho~ ^_^)

noblexcompanion

[ Guess who has also seen the mysterious flyer and is far from happy? That's right. One irate ginger fireball. Beware Cape Kore. Beware. ]

Maneater?! MANEATER?! Oh. My. God. Seriously?! Is that what people think about me? [ She squeaks. A very indignant squeak. ]

Rude! I'm not a flippin' maneater!

mentis

[ The feed starts with Charles frowning at the device. It still confuses him at the best of times. Unlike the lab equipment he's used to, the wrist communicators don't come with training and one day he'll probably sod it up monumentally. As it is he's outside in the town. Charles has managed to pick a location easily found if people require him in person. Being suspicious of the thing attached to his wrist himself, he much prefers the direct route. He's sitting on a bench, one leg pulled up over his knee, tapping his foot to an unknown beat. That's probably hard to tell from the view. It's mostly him and his now soothing smile and a whole lot of backdrop. ]

Good morning. [ Once a professor, always a professor. Or once painfully British, etc. ] I've been in the Cape for long enough now that I'm beginning to put together a bigger picture. It's a troubling place, isn't it? And yet we seem to just keep going. I commend everyone on their ability to keep buggering on, as it were. [ Charles was a child at that particular point in history, but he has a unique and natural talent in appearing as an old man. ] But I'm beginning to fear that leaves people at a unique disadvantage. What good is it talking of what troubles you when there is so much else going on?

[ Here his expression turns serious but gentle. ] People tend to leave. Or things happen that we can't quite explain away. And in a place uniquely terrifying there's always something else on the horizon. However swallowing it down is a terrible idea. So what I wanted to offer up was a sort of council. Or if that's too daunting, a nice chat about the weather. Socialising has the unique ability to lift ones spirits, you know.

[ Because Charles is a bleeding heart. Because he cares about the people even if he doesn't know them. ] I'll be here - [ Showing the view. ] For most of the afternoon. Or you can find me at house 8.

[ Another, brighter smile. ] Thank you.

pursuitofcappiness

Considering how much people seem to be disappearing, I think we should put together a public record of who's living here, and what they look like. Anyone who wants, pick a time. I'll come draw you and jot down some information.

I think we could leave this book in the library, but I'll take suggestions.

[ OoC: Respond here ICly, here OoCly, please! ]

enchangement

The air tastes strange. [ River knows the video is on but she's not looking at it, allowing instead for the broadcast to show the hallway of house seventeen in the waning afternoon light.

An arm reaches out and a door swings open to a bedroom. Bed rumpled and several books scattered around but otherwise empty.

They took him and she doesn't know when. They took a note, the whole song is wrong now.

[ River sounds exhausted. ]

The air tastes strange. All the notes should be careful and keep themselves in tune.

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.]

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.]

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...

dowhatisays

[Hello Cape Kore, were you feeling a lack of New Yorkers you needed to fill? Another very strong accent comes over the device, deeper this time and much angrier.

Do to the automated response from his wrist... whatever, Charlie has come to the conclusion that it's some kind of direct line to his kidnappers. So please do excuse him for making rather a colourful first impression.]

I don't know who you thinks you are, you sick fucks, but whatever they're paying you ain't gonna be worth jack shit when I gets my hands on you, you hear?

And what kind of idiot you gotta be to dump someone and not fucking search 'em first?

Hey! [Charlie's voice becomes a little more indistinct as he moves his wrist to flag down a passing stranger.]

What to I gotta do to get a fucking car around here?

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