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Is this... recording?

[She thinks so. Whatever this device on her wrist is, it might as well be a spear, a bow and arrow, a flint knife for all she knows what to do with it, but it's the only thing she has at hand that might be able to send a message. She'll try this, at least. She's calm, but frowning faintly.]

My name is Shiala, from the Zhu's Hope colony on Feros. I'm currently on an unknown planet and may require assistance, as I've been brought here against my will. My last known location was Illium. If you receive this message, please send help.

[She pauses, staring at her wrist for a moment, looking vaguely frustrated.]

Goddess, how do I turn this off?

hark_and_hush

Hi.

[ She smiles. ]

For anyone I haven't met, my name is Ruby and I'm the leader of the hunting club. I'd love if we could get everyone together this afternoon in the park to touch base on where we are with the meat supply. Anyone who's interested in helping is welcome to join us and we can try to get you a buddy who can teach you some basics.

Oh! And if anyone wants to learn how to cook the animals we're most likely to catch, I'd be happy to give some cooking lessons, so just get in touch with me.

happytobleed

[ Castiel's presence can be felt by the other angels just before the recording comes on.

When the video comes on, it's shaky and it quickly becomes clear that he's crawling on the beach. He pauses and then it shows his throat more than his face and there's a deep cut across the center of it, but rather than bleeding, it's glowing silver. His skin is covered in wet sand and when the video finally shows his face, his hair is wet and matted with sand, as well. ]

I think I need help.

[ His voice is scratchy and raw and the words can be heard on angel radio at the exact same time.

The video cuts out. ]

OOC: He won't be answering anyone right away and anyone who looks for him at the beach will find that he's gone. He'll be going to find Dean and then answering any responses to this about an hour or two later, so please feel free to factor that into your character's response.

primogen_vampirate

[Mina is intensely angry and unhappy. And she's making little attempt to keep that fact unknown. It's more or less radiating out of every syllable.]

I don't suppose any of you mechanically-minded individuals can salvage my kitchen appliances out of that disaster?

Not that it matters much, but if people keep showing up at this rate, eventually someone is going to be forced to live with me. I would rather they could probably heat and cook their own food than resort to eating me.

[Locked to Bruce]

How are the medical supplies holding up? I have a small stockpile, if you need something.

noblexcompanion

[ Donna looks and sounds exhausted. ] Is everyone safe and sound and in one piece? So much for the epic plan to get us all home... Speaking of which, has anyone seen the Doctor? He disappeared. Like, literally, vanished...

Maybe it worked? Maybe he got outta here. I reckon it's more likely our not so pleasant hosts snatched his skinny butt though...

Does anyone need plasters or bandages or tea?

gayspider

[ Alec’s life is far from normal. His first reaction to the new place is that he’s been transported to a demon dimension. The way his life has been going, he wouldn’t be surprised. His hand hovers the hilt of a seraph blade and as he stares down the video with bright blue eyes.]

I don’t know who brought me here. If your sole intention was to kill me, come and find me.

[He was a Shadowhunter, he would rather die in battle than be hunted down like an animal.]

Otherwise, can someone explain why we have been kidnapped? What do they need us for?

freewheeling

Well, clearly somebody skipped the lesson on matching our accessories. [ The disembodied voice, with just the hint of several different countries in its depths, is joined by the blur of black and white mesh before it focuses on the deeply unhappy face of one Magnus Bane. To the untrained he looks normal - well, normal for a given use of the word - coloured skin and gold-green eyes. Of course, there's the glitter adorning those eyelids, and the hue of his lipstick to contend with but come on, it's the twenty-first century. He has a reputation to uphold.

To those of a more supernatural persuasion Magnus is more Chesire like. In that those eyes are shaped like a cats and flash when he moves as though light has been shone into his face. ]

Whoever thought that dragging me from my planned alcohol induced revelry was a good idea - it wasn't. Next time how about a nice RSVP. One of those little envelopes gilded in gold. Or sent with a goody bag. I like bonbons. In fact I only party with people who like bonbons. If you don't there's something deeply disturbing about you and I suggest you see a psychiatrist immediately. Or phone up the late-night psychics. Mistress Night read my palm once. [ A grin. ] And other places. My future's very bright.

[ A pause, and then the smirk drops off his face. ] Come on faceless and mysterious message givers, I haven't got all day. I have a nice loft all of my own and while your hospitality is interesting there are still several bars in Brooklyn that require my ability to drink them dry.

[ Who dares disturb the High Warlock, indeed. ]

voliere

[ Because she's still trying to get the hang of this thing (she much prefers to talk to people face to face if she's going to talk to them), Elizabeth's expression is determined and a little frustrated when she comes on the recording. It takes a moment - and then she figures out that she's recording and looks pleased with herself. ]

Hello. [ A pause, as she pulls the camera back away from her face. ] My name is Elizabeth. I've met a fair few of you, before. [ She speaks a little louder than she would normally, if only because she's so used to the distant and crackling way recordings generally sound in her time. ] I haven't been able to find a way out, like I promised, but what I can do is try to help in the best way that I can.

[ She has no idea how she's going to show this, since she has to use both hands to open the tears - so she doesn't quite yet. Instead, she begins to pace, walking slowly back and forth along the sand of the beach. ] Is there anything that the people here need? Supplies, maybe, such as bandages or ammunition. Or anything, really. I can bring it through.

I can't exactly promise that all of it will be in good condition, or that I'll find it at all, but I have to do something.

agentx13

[ Sharon is far from pleased to find herself back here. She can remember it now, even though she could swear she had gone home. She and Steve, Sam, Rachel, and SHIELD had fought Codename Bravo and Madame Hydra, and- But it doesn't matter now, because she's back, trapped here by forces she still can't understand.

She surveys the house, noting that if nothing else, the Doctor has been here, and finally stops at the a window. She pours herself a glass of water, takes a sip, and then cues up the video. ]

This is Sharon Carter. Again. It seems I'm back.

What did I miss.

[ Oh, damn it. And she'd better do that, too. But- you know what? No. She can track people down and apologize for screwing them in a sex-crazed haze privately. ]

venatical

[ If Dean looks a little worse for the wear, he doesn't care. No, really. He doesn't care so much that he's here and doing his job as a co-leader of the building crew, so there, take that, Raphael and Gabriel.

It's vaguely uncomfortable speaking to everyone like this, but Dean wants to get this project moving. He clearly needs something to keep him busy other than antagonizing angels. ]

Okay. So, this place is a miserable dump, but I figure if we try to rebuild the diner as much as we can, we can be miserable while eating pie in a slightly less dumpy dump. Every town has to have a greasy spoon, right? Bar's great and all, but where do you go for 3 am drunk food?

[ He slides over his notes and glances over them. ]

Tony, Erik, and me'll head up the construction team. Tony's gonna put together some blueprints for the structure. I've got... Jubilee, Meyer -- [ Heh. He glances up at the camera. At least Meyer didn't get his revenge by attacking Dean in the woods with cartoon creatures. ] -- Lansky, and Wallie Smith. But we're going to need to do a lot of cleanup before we can really tackle the rebuilding, so we could use some more hands. I'm talking clearing out the rubble, sweeping up glass, making it a halfway safe work space before we start going in there and seeing what's left to work with.

Speaking of stuff to work with, there're some garages around town. If you just want to scavenge your houses and sheds or whatever and donate whatever tools you find and don't want, that'll help.

Eventually whenever we get this thing up, we can talk about stocking it. I'll leave it up to the hunting/fishing and the farming crews to help there. If people want to cook there for people, that'll work too.

Talk to me, Erik, or Tony if you wanna get in on this. Let's field of dreams this mother.

greenisnteasy

[ The Hulk woke up outside his and Banner's place with this black thing strapped to his wrist, and he's pretty pissed. Not pissed enough that he's going to tear shit up, he's just angry because he doesn't remember getting here. He doesn't remember forcing his way out of Banner, and he can remember each and every time that happened -- until now. Except for this one.

When the feed switches on, it's because the Hulk's fingers are pulling at the thing, trying to yank it off; that's when he notices the screen doing something -- filming -- and so now the feed fills up with one enormous green eye. He pulls his wrist back and tilts his head. He knows what this thing is now. ]

What happened to Banner? Where's Tony?

[ He glances around him, and then narrows his eyes at the camera. ] This place is stupid.

[ You've just been served. ]

nevermindtherunning

[Thanks to Donna, the Doctor was now refueled by tea. A thermos-full to be exact as he sat out on the front steps of his house, taking a break from spending hours upon hours working on his project. The outer shell of the generator was complete, and now the difficult task of fine tuning the inner bits and adapting.]

Later this week, there might be some random power outages. That'll most likely be me, so a bit of a head's up. Erm, sorry... It shouldn't last terribly long, though.

...Any news of people's disappearances? Sorry, I've been something of a hermit these last few days despite monitoring the network.

[Private to Jubilee]

When you get the chance, stop by. I need to do some readings of your powers. If you don't mind, that is.

burnburnburn

[For the first time since he's been in Kore, Dilandau's not looking the least bit put out when making a public announcement. He's alert and in a good mood. Though he's draped on his sofa, it's a deceptive relaxation. He's got the stillness of a coiled spring, ready to jump into action any moment. ]

I hear there's more than beasts in the woods. Does anyone have information about the metal bears who guard the perimeter in the forest?

perfectantidote

[For the past week, Cas has been holed up in the attic of House 16. As it turns ou, being sucked dry - heh - by an incubus takes quite a lot out of you. Fun as it may have been at the time, that particular part isn't something he's all too hot on repeating. On the upside the near-deah-experience of tumbling with a creature feeding on sexual energy has pretty much answered any and all questions he may have had in regards to asphyxiation with a big fat 'yeah, I don't think so'.

Right now, he's hanging out in the gazebo. Yeah, the very place the other Castiel, the real Castiel, is so very fond of, because Cas here is nothing if not a fan of self-flaggelation and bittersweet irony. Plus, of course, the pretty structure is made more interesting by the memory of dry-humping beneath it.

Good times.

Cas scrunches up his face, thoughts tumbling away from him like water droplets sliding down a window. At least the stuffy cotton kind of feeling is gone from his mind, which leaves him debating the little orange bottle in his pocket. Gotta stretch it out though, it's not gonna last forever.

Damn.

Sitting lotus-style, he presses buttons until the video feed clicks on. Yeah, he's still not all that hot on anything that's more technical than a gun, truth be told.]

So my dear, fellow... uh... residents of this lovely little... [He looks around, fishing for words] ... speck of dust somewhere within or without the universe. Not very spiriual, this place, isn't it. What exactly is it that you people... do, all day long, whenever you don't transform into, you know, illustrous monsters and creatures. [Good times, indeed.] As much as all he tension in my place of residence is amusing to watch, downtime can be spent in a number of ways much more, uh... enlightening and relaxing, but I digress. I'm thinking of... well, cleaning my gun, and since I'm actually not attempting to be terribly clever with puns just this once, this means I'll be wildly bored. Come on, humor me a little. [He grins, but his eyes dart away from the camera.] And the, uh, first person who asks why the trench coat is missing gets my thanks for volunteering as a practice target oh so kindly.

charring

[It's obvious this is accidental video. The angle is sideways and shaky and the owner of said device isn't in view. Whoever it is, they're at the park and they're setting something up on a picnic table, one that's slightly a ways off from the others.

There's a brief view of Charlie, the girl clearly oblivious to the fact that it's recording, and then there is a view of a row of cans set up in a line. Some of them are dented, some look like they've been burned in spots.

Charlie moves away from the table, standing a couple yards away from the table. Her device shows part of the table, again at that awkward angle from before.

Nothing happens at first but then, there's a hissing sound and a bright flash of orange-yellow light. A small ball of fire (yes, fire) flies at the first can in a row, knocking it off the table. This happens over and over until all of the cans have been knocked away and then Charlie moves to set them up again.

It's when she bends to pick up the first can that Charlie notices the device is on. She sighs, rolling her eyes and her shoulders slump in mild defeat. She offers a half-smile, one that doesn't have a lick of amusement in it, before she turns the device off without saying a single word.]

[ooc: open to action, too! because charlie needs the stress in her life.]

magnets

[ The camera turns on just as Jesse mops a hand over his face, tiredly or some such. It's been a long day and it's quiet, the too kind of quiet that he can't find himself really handling all too well. ] So, uh. I was thinkin'.

[ What was he thinking? He takes a nervous drag off a cigarette as his hand comes back to settle on the back of his neck instead, and he earnestly regards the camera. ]

Anyone feel like doin' somethin'? Guess this place doesn't have, y'know, anything real cool. Like go karts or movies or whatever. Guess there's nothin' on the tube but static. [ Which he's been watching for the last hour, but that's nobody's business. ]

I don't know, this place got board games or anything? What's, uh. What's anyone gotta do for fun around here, am I right?

blackmagus

( Action! )

I don't suppose anyone would like a fish supper?

[Fortescue gestures to the bucket next to her, teeming with fish, as she sits beyond the park a few feet from the docks. Jazz, the feline looking quite damp, stares at it with wary interest from a few feet away. Fish are very wet, he's discovered, and he trusts that his mistress will feed him later.]

I have enough extra to feed four, if anyone would like them. And can cook them. That last part is fairly important, I suppose.

( Private to the Doctor )

bluesrat

[It's pretty clear from the video that the device has been turned on by accident, since the first view is partly up someone's nose. It's not a small nose, but a squinting blue eye quickly replaces it as the central focus, before the video pulls out to show the whole, narrow, lined face. The owner of the face mutters, half to himself, but clearly audible over the sounds of the water on the shore nearby.]

Hunh. It didn't do that before.

[There's another startling moment of video while he taps the screen with one calloused finger.]

Calling Dick Tracy? I don't know where Cape Kore is or how I got here, but I'm pretty sure you don't want me. If anyone's listening, I'd be glad for directions to the train station, and I'll just be on my way.

mentis

[ He's in the library, that much is evident by the rather large collection of books to his left and the stacks behind him. His too large shirt sleeves are pushed up and his hair is a mess as though he's spent hours running his hands through it in frustration. But it's a good place to be and if he doesn't do this now he might never. It's important. For Charles the library is neutral territory, it's public and open and safe ( or as safe as anywhere is here ). He wouldn't want to do this at home any more than he would ask people to come to him out there. The elbow of his right arm rests on the table as his other hoists the device up for him to be seen. ]

The past couple of weeks have been interesting, yes? [ Charles doesn't sound as bright as he usually is, if anything he has steel under his voice. This isn't the post of a soft, bumbling professor, this is a man who's decided to take action. ] It made me think a great deal. Erik coming back helped solidify this. [ There you go Lehnsherr, he knows you won't announce yourself to the masses so he'll do it for you. ] The more I talk to people the more I realise we're all rather blind to each other and the experiences of this place. Different camps, divides and distrust and a very distinct layer of fear. I believe our captors would rather like it if we turned on each other, destroyed ourselves from the inside while they continued their little experiment. I don't think we should allow that. So I have a proposal. We each have skills that would be of use to each other, abilities that someone might find themselves gravely in need of. I'm aware some of us have teamed up rather effectively and well done, that kind of initiative is splendid. I have an idea to make a recording of each of our skills; something we can access in times of need rather like Mr. Rogers' idea of keeping paintings for when one of us goes missing. So if someone needs to ... install a window or rebuild part of a wall, we will be able to go to the person who would now how.

[ A pause, and then his expression shifts. He is no longer talking of building or of gardening anymore. ] But I also know there are those who have rather abnormal abilities. You might be too afraid to speak of them and I understand, I do. But you should not be frightened. In my world we call these specific powers a mutation. You might call them something different and that's all right, I'm not going to be pedantic. These evolutionary gifts can be alarming to some, may invoke fear to the ignorant, but hiding them - especially in a place like this - will do no good. [ His shoulders square slightly. ] If any of you are worried that this is a trap, that I could be leading you into danger, I will put you at rest immediately.

[ Blue eyes serious. ] I myself am a mutant. Some would call me a telepath. My mutation allows me to read the minds of those around me. [ A small, crooked smile. He thinks of Jubilee telling him he should try and push out further, thinks of her thoughts on the X-Men and his leadership skills. He's afraid that announcing this might put some people off him, but he has to. Perhaps he is not that man yet but he would like to be. ] There are other things this ability allows me to do - things that may sound terrible but in the right circumstances can be useful. [ Unbidden the image of Ned's blood on the floor comes to him. Perhaps this will be good, a layer of accountability for Charles himself. Though it is not the main reason and cannot be. ] I am telling you this simply to give you an idea. We might worry about how people will see us if our powers are strange and unusual, are seen as dangerous, but that will have to be accepted. The people who are hostage on this island are not the enemy. So I'm asking each of you to be brave. [ Another small smile. ] And to trust me.

[ It's done now. ] If you would like to come forward in person I will be here for the rest of the day. Thank you.

stiling

[ He's distracted by his fingers first and foremost, flexing them, a distinct lack of claws branching off of each of them - just regular old nails, bitten down to the quick. ] I kinda miss it.

[ But he's here for a real reason, and his arms half-heartedly wave a bit to remind himself to get back on topic. ]

Clippers? Some kind of shaving implement?

[ Stiles gestures to the all of his head and his hair, which is getting a little- well. Un-Stiles. ]

I'll take a rogue pair of well-aimed scissors. A freaking lawn mower, man, Jesus, I don't know.

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