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( Today she has a mission, and that's all that she's allowed to think about. Get in, get the information, get out. Kill anyone who stops you. )

[When she wakes up again (when had she fallen asleep?), it's dark instead of bright and her ears are ringing. Jazz is curled against her side, mewling in distress. She reaches to pet him, before, well, everything sinks in. This isn't Germania. There's rubble behind her, some sort of ruined building, and the climate is different. Not only that, but there's a communication device of some kind fixed to her arm and it's not a Celestial Interface. Frankly, she would have preferred whoever-it-is take her kidneys instead. She's going to get murdered for losing that thing. They hadn't exactly removed it well, either. The incisions are swollen; she can't turn her wrist without gritting her teeth in pain.

And then the tinny voice straight out of sci-fi cinema tells her to "enjoy her stay," and Fortescue's mood goes from vaguely panicky to murderous. What is this, some sort of game that the Inveterates are playing with people now? Well. They want to poke the tiger? They're going to have to deal with the tiger.]

Enjoy my stay. Right. That's cute, darling, but you're going to need to do better. The Gestapo already tried this on me, in a little camp in the mountains, and I burned that hellish place to the ground.

[Her accent, to anyone from Earth, sounds British, and she has a bloody scrape on her forehead that's starting to bleed again. Jazz makes another distressed mewl, curling as close to her as he can; he knows something's wrong.]

Is anyone else here, or am I just talking to myself? I can do that without this... pathetic little band.

godsprophet

--ly shit!

[ The video (which was turned on entirely by accident as he flinched back from the sight before him) is absolutely useless. Chuck takes a step backwards, stumbling and falling to the ground, the feed nothing but blurry motion. When the feed finally does settle, everyone is granted to the sight of trees, grass...

...is that a pool of blood?

The video might not be pointed at Chuck, but it doesn't have to be in order to hear the hysteria and panic in his voice. On some level, he's noticed that the feed has been turned on and proceeds to ramble, because holy shit. ]

I didn't-- I just... I just found her [ At least, he thinks it's a her. ] like this. I didn't...

Oh God.

[ The feed moves once again as Chuck drags both of his hands through his hair. Eventually, voice lased with the panic of someone who is just about to have a very severe panic attack, he asks, ]

Why is there half of a dead body behind the church?

lexiegrey

[ Lexie's squinting at her new communicator when the video pops on. She has her arm lifted at face level, her other hand fiddling with the thing. The video shakes for a moment before steadying again.

She heard the scary little robotic speech about ten minutes ago, and after a period of slight hyperventilation she started to play around with her new wrist piece. The last thing she remembers is sitting on a plane flying its way to Idaho. It's almost like she fell asleep on the flight and woke up here.

Not that she remembers falling asleep and she wonders if anyone else on the plane is there. She can't really be alone, can she?

She sighs, hoping that she managed to push a button that will get her someone that can explain what the hell is going on. ]

I really hope this thing is recording me or calling someone or something. I think I'd rather have a cellphone, if that's an option.

[ She does feel pretty scifi, though, talking into a wrist communicator. Also a little silly, especially since she can't even be sure anyone can see or hear her. ]

If anyone can get back to me, please, that would be great. Maybe give me more of a rundown on this place? At least, more than 'don't leave enjoy your stay', anyway.

[ A part of her is tempted to just call out for anyone she knows - Meredith, Mark, Derek, anyone - but that just didn't seem safe. Hey, she's seen plenty of horror movies to know when one shows up in a strange place, good things do not happen when they wander around drawing attention to themselves.

So, she'll just sit here on a bench in a seemingly abandoned town. With no memory of how she got there. Why is this her life? ]

perfectantidote

[Welcome to Cape Kore.

Right. One moment Castiel's head hits the rusty skeleton of a car hard enough to knock you out, bloody-thirsty Croatoans closing in on him with the clear intention to finally end him once and for all, and the next moment he wakes up... here. Could be he's dead and finally has his answer to the question 'where do angels go, actually?', even though he's just barely an angel anymore. Could be this is just dear old Lucifer's next big joke at his expense. What's worse then stuffing the walking husk of his rebellious brother into... whatever this is.

Yeah. Just his luck.

Bleeding from several gashes - none of them lethal, but all of them painful and annoying, as everything about humanity tends to be - Castiel is not inclined to move anytime soon. He's been tossed around by Croats, watched them tear apart everyone else, tense and on edge while waiting to see if he'd feel Dean dying before he was done for, too. No such peace to be had, of course.

So. Instead of blissful darkness, he's here, wherever here is, exactly. Castiel is sitting with his back against an alley wall, legs stretched out. The video clicks on quite by accident thanks to his insistent pressing of buttons - no idea what this thing is supposed to be, but then, technology has always eluded him. When the video flickers on, the Kore residents are treated to a familiar face, although it's much more scruffy, bruised and weary than that of the Castiel the residents should be familiar with. This Castiel has just been in the thick of battle with 'zombies', essentially, and it shows. The good news is that most of the blood on his face and his battered clothes isn't his own.

His smile seems maybe a little misplaced as he pushes himself to his feet - all his thanks go to the wall, it's doing a much better job than him at being stable and solid. The smile helps him bite through the pain and the shaking, though.]

I'm assuming this is... some sort of, uh, communication device, as it were. Hello. Whoever you are, you'll... have to forgive me for a lack of pleasantries.

[The camera wobbles. He needs both hands to check and ready his handgun, the sounds of which should be familiar to most who watch this video - the automatic rifle ran out of bullets long ago and suffered irreparable damage at the hands of a Croat or two. The one thing he wants above all else right now is to toss back a pill and slump back to the ground, let the chemicals wash away everything else. But then, Castiel's just got enough pride left not to roll over for whatever scheme this is. It's not the death Dean sent him to, and therefore he will not lie down and wait for it.]

Clue me in as to... what this is about, if you so please. I'm assuming my dear big brother's allowing himself an oh so uproariously funny jest... So why don't you, uh, let me in on the laughter, hm?

tryingitall

Kore! Kore, kore, kore. [The voice is smooth and low and upbeat. People who have spoken to Balthazar will no doubt recognize him, but there's a gravelly undertone there that's just a little unnerving.]

Apropos of nothing, but have you ever heard about the ortolan? It's this darling little bird that used to be a gourmet dish in France until it was outlawed. I suppose there are still people eating it on the sly. Wasn't something I ever tried.

( Cut for length and discussion of animal cruelty )

dowhatisays

[After last night, Charlie is treating himself to one of his precious rationed cigarettes. He really fucking needs it. He's not in his full suit as he sits smoking at the kitchen table, but just his open vest and shirt sleeves, and his normally slicked down hair is standing directly upwards in messy curls.]

You knows, I thought I'd met some sadistic bastards in my day. Turns out they ain't got nothing on the figlio di puttanta running this place.

[He takes another very long drag from his cigarette and blows is out slowly. Any seasoned smokers may notice that he's producing about twice as much smoke as he should from one cigarette.]

You know what's good for you? Stay the fuck away from house number 19 until whatever the fuck this is blows over.

[ooc: Dragon!Charlie is feeling pouty to do a slight kidnapping he may have instigated last last night. He will be hanging out on top of his pile of gold smoldering gently all day so drop by, only leave your valuables at home.]

recognize_an_opportunity

[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.]

nedofpies

[ The video feed switches on upon Ned's determined face. It's his first video communication; he hasn't been using the network much, but this is an important community matter. ]

Does anyone know who is responsible for these? [ Ned waves a copy of that mysterious flyer which has popped up around town so suddenly. He turns the camera back to his own face, talking directly to his fellow captives. ]

Whoever it is, it seems to me like they are trying to sow the seeds of doubt and turn us on one another. Make us so suspicious of one another so we can't work together. Which makes me think it might have come from the people who are keeping us here. And it makes me think that we're starting to worry them. [ There is an edge of anger to his voice, beneath the surface, if you listen closely enough. ]

But I think they're underestimating us. Gossip? Really? [ He half-laughs and shakes his head in amused disbelief. ] We're all grown-ups here. We aren't going to be- to be manipulated by some anonymous bullies. [ The spite in the way he delivers that last word makes it sound as if he's had some experience with bullies. ] We just need to trust one another, and not let this nonsense come between us. Part of that is... coming clean.

So. Me first. [ Ned swallows, takes a moment to collect his courage. It's a big thing to confess, even if plenty of people already know about it. For all his big talk, honesty is against Ned's very nature. But this isn't exactly a normal place, and at this point, owning up is just a part of damage control. ]

...It's true. I brought someone back to life. [ He exhales, half in relief. It's done, now. No going back. ] It's not like that was a secret. It happened in broad daylight and there were like, a dozen witnesses, so this- [ He brandishes the paper again ] is not exactly an exposé, is it? As for being 'mint-in-the-box', well, I don't even know what that means, so I can't say if I am one way or another.

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! ]

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.]

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?

recognize_an_opportunity

[The feed clicks on. After some fumbling and some muttered curses, probably those of someone who doesn't know quite how to work this thing, a voice will be heard over the network -- his accent is distinctively New York, and despite the previous swearing, he doesn't sound particularly perturbed.]

The way I see it, I've been kidnapped. Perhaps this is something that is better discussed in person. I'm certainly willing and able to make a generous offer in exchange for my freedom, if my captors are reasonable men. If not, I'm afraid we'll have to go about this a different way.

[There's a long pause, and a deep breath before he finishes speaking.]

I would appreciate a quick response to my inquiry. I think it'll be better for all of us if this goes as painlessly as possible.

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