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[The first thing visible when the feed clicks on is... an eyebrow. Well, two actually. Two eyebrows that are drawn together with a look of confusion. Clearly, someone isn't the best at tech-like things.]

Is- working? [Here have some button pressing and nope, that just turned off the video. The audio is still working though, picking up the sounds of Cass pushing more buttons and muttering quietly before it snaps back on. This time, she grins and her face is framed better, the comm held out to show she's still in her Batgirl costume, she's just taken off the cowl and her gloves.]

Oracle? Are... you here? In weird place. Lots of cameras, so... you must be here.

[With a frown, she rubs at the back of her neck. Maybe she should talk to the general population, figure things out...]

Um, I'm Batgirl. [Wait, pause a second. Maybe the actual name would be a good thing to go by? It's not like she's ever been careful with her identity in the past so why start now?] Cassandra. New here. Found big house, no one's here. Gonna... stay.

Well, in house. Will take walks. Could use... tour? Information.

... That's all.

[Yep. She sucks at communicating in like every sense, sorry. The feed cuts off completely this time, but Cass can be found on the porch of house 17 if anyone feels like coming to see the new kid in person.]

facilitated

Hey guys.

[ She's still getting over the after effects of her own personal heightened state of panic, so forgive her if Laura looks more tired than usual. She totally has a reason for addressing literally everyone though, so she presses on with a quick smile. ]

Listen, I've ransacked the place I'm staying at and there's literally no clothes I can feasibly wear. [ Which is in part because the clothes indicate this house had last been inhabited by people in their fifties, and part because she looks like she hasn't had so much as a meal - let alone a hot one - in weeks. She laughs briefly, shrugging and glancing down for a moment. ] Does anyone have like, spare female clothes floating around? I can't keep walking around in shorts, my legs are going to be permanently icicles soon I swear.

So yeah. [ Welp, awkward request is awkward. ] I can like, try to find stuff to trade or whatever, so let me know? Thanks.

retrograding

[ Just like everybody else, Jet looks tired. Worn. But he doesn't make mention of it, and he doesn't want to think about anything that has happened the past few days, let alone talk about it. Still. Some things need to be addressed. So he comes on the communicators, a bandana pushing his hair back out of his face, with his eyepatch on for the comfort of his audience. ]

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Jet. If anybody needs it, I have some measure of medical experience, which I offer to everybody here. No questions asked.

[ And now he looks away for a moment - but he has to look at the communicator for this news. It'd be disrespectful not to. His expression goes flat. ] Also... as of last night, Party Poison is - [ A pause. Just do it bluntly. ] - is dead. I thought there may be some who would need to know.

Thank you.

magnets

Yo, has anyone got cigarettes? You know, like, cigarettes? Anybody?

[ The voice over the communicator is tired - but what else is new around here lately? - and a little wavered, like he's trying to keep it steady. Someone's probably been crying. ]

How about paper? For drawing or writing or whatever. Yeah?

Or, like, a gun. [ Jesse's voice peters off for a second, murmuring to himself. ] Yeah, yeah, a gun'd be good.

could_be_dangerous

[The contrast between Sherlock's usual appearance and his current one is sharp. He looks exhausted, the sort of utterly worn out that hides beneath a burning mania. He's disheveled, what little colour had once been in his face now utterly gone, and his eyes are glossy and feverishly bright. Not good, but who is right now?]

I've two words for the lot of you.

[If it weren't for the fact that his camera is strapped to his wrist, this would be where Sherlock grins and spreads his arms, invokes all the drama appropriate for the current situation. Under the circumstances he must settle for a grin that's manic but far from happy, the huff of a laugh, the sound all strained arrogance and guiltily repressed relief.]

Aerosol. Dispersal.

[He bites his lower lip, oh, oh, got it, must be.]

Saying it for years but nobody believes me: nothing new under the sun.

ellectric

[Elle's sanity has been only tenuous for a long time, and it's evident that despite how she's taken care in her looks, that something is off. Her hair is frizzier than usual, and in the background of the feed, several objects have been burned or melted. Her eyes can't focus on the feed longer than a couple seconds, and even when she manages to focus on the feed, her eyes are wide, the gaze somewhat absent. It's only partly intentional, an attempt to hide the fear she feeling. Because she can't admit she's afraid. Especially not with him around. Because he's here somewhere. She knows he's here. She saw him.]

I'm going to make this quick. There's a little fat bald man walking around, and sometimes he doesn't have the top of his head attached. He's my da- He's mine. Okay? If you see him, tell me. I-

[Truth be told, she still isn't sure if she wanted to kill him or beg him to take her back and make everything okay. She'd been a little surprised and hurt when he hadn't popped out when she'd called him a "little fat bald man." He was supposed to take the bait, damn it, if only to reprimand her.]

I need to talk- No.

Just. If you see him, don't talk to him. He- he can kill people by turning them to gold. So just let me deal with it, okay?

charring

[There's a face peering at the device, frowning. Nose wrinkled, frustration in her eyes and a quickness to her tone. A hint of a short temper and a slight sense of worry. An urgency found only in the voice of people used to being on the run. She fights to keep her expression neutral, aiming for boredom. It comes off as impatience and annoyance.

She's outside, blue sky behind her and the sound of water nearby. The hum of a breeze just in the background.]

I want answers. I don't know where I am or how I got here. Last thing I remember, I was on a bus to Alaska.

[No, she wasn't. She was on her way to New Mexico but who knew if the Shop was listening or not. Better to be dishonest and safe than honest and dead.]

What happened? Who brought me here and why? The sooner I find out, the better. [A pause as she looks around, trying to gain some information as she does so. A sign of where she is or a way out.]

I really, really can't be here. It's important that I continue my trip.

[And there's fumbling with the device before it stops recording.]

retrograding

[ Jet may not be fantastic with electronic things, but he knows enough about them to not freak out when the thing talks to him. His voice is quiet and vaguely amused. ] I'll try to, Miss, though I'd appreciate it more if I could get some coordinates.

... No? Alright, that's shiny. [ Snort. He'll just do some exploring on his own, then! ]

buttsoupbarnes

[A seemingly distressed Troy paces back and forth.]

Look- I'm recording now to prove you're not real! Who are you?

[From Troy's perspective, a dark doppelganger appears before him. A mirror image with a sinister twist. While it may look just like him there is nothing but the most violent evil behind those empty eyes.

From a normal person's perspective, Troy spins around in place and places a black felt beard to his face]

Isn't it obvious, Troy? I'm the real you. The you that you'd like to be. Just think of me as... a security blanket.

[He removes the beard to speak as "Normal Troy" This pattern continues as the "two" exchange dialog]

You mean like Mr. Fuzz'n'Warm?

Yes, Troy. Exactly like Mr. Fuzz'n'Warm

...I don't get it. Why do I need a blanket? I'm not cold. And I sincerely doubt a handsome man would even really keep me warm anyway.

Don't you see Troy? You're all alone. Your friends aren't here. This place is dangerous.

[Troy is slightly taken aback with the sobering reminder that he is quite alone]

...And how exactly do you think you can rectify my situation?

By becoming the most dangerous thing out here, myself.

Wh-What exactly are you trying to say?

What I'm saying, Troy, is: Welcome to the darkest timeline.

facilitated

[ By the time she figures out how to actually get it onto video, she's calmed down a lot. In fact you'd be forgiven for thinking that Laura doesn't really mind being here at all. ]

So, question:

[ She looks around for a moment, then back at the communicator. Her brows furrow slightly, but she still looks somewhat casual about the whole thing. It's a look she's working hard for. . ]

What exactly is going on here? Because this sure as hell isn't where I parked my car.

magnets

Aw, come on. Come on.

[ Outside the fountain, there's a guy wrestling with the communicator on his wrist, pressing buttons until something happens. ] You got a bug on this, huh? This a phone? Are ya listenin'? What the hell is this? [ He pauses a beat to wet his lips, leaning back from the camera. ] Huh?

[ There's a plethora of emotions crossing Jesse's face, one after the other, but then again he's pretty sure that he's alone enough for no one to see it - anger, frustration, some worry knitting at his eyebrows. ] Hey, I'm talkin' to you. I thought I did good. Right?

[ And he groans in frustration, the camera going haywire as he swipes his hands up and over his head, fingers itching into his hair. ] I thought I did good.

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