cape_kore | Entries tagged with { alec mcdowell

[She isn't showing her face over the network, but still, Fortescue's voice sounds almost as bad as her numerous injuries. It wobbles every so often, from the abuse it's taken, and she can't even drum up the emotion to be angry about her lack of control over it. It is what is is.]

Hello, Science Center. Miss me? [Fortescue holds the phone away from her face, for a moment, to cough. She might sound dry, but she really is grateful to be back. Very grateful.] Had this place let me remember, I would have been able to return the favor.

...I don't want to inconvenience anyone, but I'm not... especially mobile, and the canteen is quite a distance from my room. If anyone feels like being generous, I wouldn't mind a snack. [Or maybe more than a snack, but she doesn't feel worthy enough, anymore, to ask for more than that. What is she, aside from a person who failed in her most basic duties as a sister?

She almost asks for alcohol, too, just for the hell of it, but she doesn't. She cuts the feed after a quick,]

Thank you.

taserhappy

[The video feed opens and is fixed on a Darcy that is very much freaking out but trying to pretend like she isn't. Her tone is almost forcefully non-chalant.]

Look, I've said it once and I'll say it again. I am not getting stabbed in the name of science.

[She glances beyond the camera, no doubt taking in the bleak asylum looking surroundings.]

So, uh, whatever the plan is here. Saw or Gothika or Blair Witch... I'm not cool with it. I don't even like horror movies.

[That's a lie. She loves horror movies, but with a bucket of popcorn and the ability to scream at people too dumb to run when they should. Or just plain, GTFO.]

Also, let's get real. I'm not a virgin, but i'm not a total slut, so there's a 50/50 chance I can get out of here alive. Why don't we just skip to the end where I live to tell the tale of the creepy science place. Unless you want me to forget this place even exists. Forgotten.

[She bites her lip.]

Listen, I'll do whatever. Just don't kill me, okay? I've got a lot of living to do. And no one's going to get any points for killing a lowly intern. You should aim higher. Have some standards.

intraining

[ there is half a second of what looks like a ceiling, and then a quiet oh crapsticks before it's tilted, very quickly, downwards. ]

Alright, so Cape- Can I call you cape? We're not even on a beach anymore, which totally sucks since I was just getting used to this whole idea of Cape Constant Nightmare. I even made t-shirts.

[ cue exasperated sigh and overly dramatic eye roll. ]

Also, just for the record, when I agreed to go to Oz I did not sign up to come back here. Wherever here ends up...being. [ charlie loses a little steam, here, looking around her in every direction the camera can't see. she's fidgeting a little, mostly because she's in some creepy room all by herself. totally normal. completely normal. one hundred percent- ]

Not that I mind the redecorating - it's got a great Tomb Raider meets first Terminator vibe - but uh. What the frick, guys? Just. What the frick. Anyone want to give me the sparknotes version before I go completely insane? Yes? Maybe? IDK?

PRIVATE to DEAN WINCHESTER, SAM WINCHESTER, JO HARVELLE, ELLEN HARVELLE, ANITA BLAKE, FORTESCUE, and ALEC MCDOWELL

Guess whose back, bitches.

[ vulcan salute, then charlie out. ]

oldfashionedhero

[ This isn't the first time that Steve's woken in a strange place, though this one is much less cozy than the recovery room mock up that SHEILD had put together for him. He has spent the last few hours moving around the building and trying to find his bearings. It has been less than successful.

Finally, he pulls out the phone that he found initially in his room and turns his attention to it. His voice is very matter-of-fact and clearly angry.]

Hello? My name is Steve Rogers, but you already seem to know that. I don't appreciate being brought here against my will and I don't intend on staying. If you know my name, you must also know my history. Which means you are either suicidal or have a specific aim in bringing me here.

You have ten minutes to make that clear before I start making assumptions. Trust me, you really don't want me to start making assumptions.

chimaerical

[She’d tried handling things covertly at first. After all, you didn’t draw unnecessary attention to yourself if you didn’t have to, right? First rule of being a cat burglar – except that didn’t exactly apply here, since she hadn’t gone out of her way to break in. She never broke into a place she couldn’t get out of, and as far as she could tell, this place didn’t have an exit. Not that she could find, anyway, and she’d searched damn near everywhere.

That meant it was time to turn her attention elsewhere. Whoever had brought her here had done good work, managing to knock her out so thoroughly that she didn’t remember. Sounded a whole lot like Manticore, but she’d burned the last facility they’d dragged her into to the ground. If any stray remnants of the organization were still kicking, she doubts they would be this sloppy.

They’d left her a phone. She was damn well going to use it.]

Consider this a public service announcement for anyone out there who gives a damn. Me and labs? We don’t exactly mesh.

[She’s seen enough of them to last her several lifetimes, thanks.]

Oh, I know, blowing hot air around isn’t going to impress anyone, but I’m not looking to impress. This is a warning. The last facility that tried to lock me up became a pile of ashes pretty damn quick.

[She’ll get out. Manticore had seemed impossible to escape, but she’d managed it all the same – twice. She could pull it off again, even if she didn’t have an accomplice this time. She’d manage.]

You labcoat types never learn, do you? You’re never gonna break me, and that’s not a challenge. That’s just fact. So I hope you’re listening, because you’re going to seriously regret trying to cage me. I’ve yet to come up against a cage that’s strong enough to hold.

notrosesshadow

[Martha looks calmer and much better rested than she has any other time anyone's seen her in recent posts. She also looks mildly amused and perhaps slightly dazed.]

Either I had the most vivid dream of being stuck in a town called Cape Kore and then traveling through tunnels to this place, or I really was here two years ago. And unfortunately with my life, it seems the latter is more likely.

How long have I been away here?

monticora

[ The video feed crackles to life with a loud thud. The phone is at an odd angle and so far all it's picking up is two pairs of feet. Alec's familiar boots are in the frame as well as a pair of bare feet. Alec sucks in a deep breath off screen and then backs up from the second pair of feet. He sits on the bed and leans forward. It's plain to see that the interaction isn't really that friendly. He lifts his hands and puts his head into them as he listens to Rachel. ]

I'm honestly surprised they'd bother to even pull you into this. You've only ever helped yourself, Alec.

Not true. I tried to help you, Rachel. [ He lifts his head. Rachel's still standing so her upper half remains off camera still. ]

No. No you didn't. You warned me for your own selfish gain. Then you proceeded to blow me up.

I warned you because I loved you. You blew up because my handlers had a secondary trigger. They hurt you, Rachel.

Then you just left. You walk, talk, and act like a human, Alec. The truth of the matter is that you'll never be one.

I tried--

[ Alec moves off the bed quickly and makes his way to the thrown phone across the room. He scoops it up and goes to shove it in his pocket, but stops. It's recording. ] Shit. [ He starts to leave his quarters and then the feed is cut. ]

(ooc: Replies can come as Audio or Video, but Alec will be on the move while he answers them. Trying to stay away from his first ghost, Rachel, who he used to love. Replies can also be actiony.)

godsprophet

[ Chuck, like most people, has a healthy dose of curiosity. At least, he did before he arrived at the Science Center. After all, he's fairly certain that wandering aimlessly around abandoned, destroyed scientific centers was the thing that got most people killed in the beginning of horror movies.

Or, more frightening, his own books.

And so, until now, Chuck has had no incentive to get out of his own, labeled and personalized, room to what could be his potential death. But there's only so long he can be properly frightened and, he's found rather quickly in this place, ignorance is not bliss. It's actually quite dangerous.

And so, he'd gone exploring and finds himself in the infirmary. Now, he's not a doctor or anything, but he's pretty certain not all the tools present there were necessary for healing people. Not to mentioned the unmarked "medicines". ]

So, uh. I think this might be where we were taken? You know, when people would disappear for weeks at a time.

[ Although, the ones who had disappeared recently were nowhere to be found. He's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. ]

monticora

[ He likes the basement. It reminds him of Manticore. Everything about this place reminds him of Manticore though. The bad lighting and the stale air. This place is almost like home to Alec which is the saddest part of all this. These people seem like fish out of water being plucked from the town, but Alec finds this more up his alley. Broken down facilities mixed with whatever this was isn't that hard for him to deal with. It's a bitter pill, but he's more eager to swallow it than the crap he was in before. Plus the scenery change means he doesn't have to think about Allison going back home. He's been avoiding that for some time now. It's stupid and it makes his stomach tightening just at the thought of how childish he was being. Anita would say it was only human, but Alec doesn't want to be human. Human is less than what he is and he can't be that. He won't.

When the feed comes on he holds the phone up to get a clear shot of his face and the background behind him. He stretches out his arms and smiles. ] I gotta say I dig the new home we got. It reminds me of home. Add in some drill instructors and a lot of socially challenged young adults and you got my childhood. [ That sounds vague and he's done being vague. Balthazar had a point prior to all this crap. He's a smart dude and hiding this from people isn't going to save him any face. Things are changing and with all these new arrivals he'd rather them keep their distance. Especially when half of them would confuse him for Dean. ]

I've been pretty vague about my life since I showed up, but I guess I can fill in some holes. I'm from 2020. In my world genetic manipulation is possible. Possible times about a million. I was made for a program the government ran entitled Manticore. They wanted to make the perfect super soldier and then crank us out onto the frontlines to fight their war. They spliced our DNA with a bunch of animal DNA. The only DNA I'm sure of is feline and shark. The rest? I dunno. That info went up in flames when Manticore did. I don't know a lot, but what I do know is that I'm not Dean.

[ He clears his throat and sits forward. ] I was made to kill. I'm damn good at it. There was a time that I could look you in the eyes and put one between your eyes. I probably still could, but I'd feel a little bad about it later. I'm not homicidal, but I'll defend myself. It was how I was taught to be.

We were born for a purpose and none of that included a regular childhood. [ He shifts uncomfortably on the edge of the half empty pool. He rubs the back of his neck before settling once more. ] I lived in a facility my entire life. I don't even know my own mother. Technically I'm a clone of my original. His name was Ben. Manticore made backups when they perfected the X5 formula. I was a backup. We were raised by guards and assholes who were only interested in training us and pushing us to the limit. They got what was coming to them though. [ The way he talks about killing is probably a little off putting considering how happy-go-lucky he's been since he arrived. ] I'm a science experiment and in my world humans--they hate us. Wanna kill us. They beat a friend of mine to death because of what he was. So--you'll excuse my reluctance to share with the class sooner. This place though just--I honestly don't know. I think I feel more at home here. Manticore was hell for a little boy growing up, but as a man it was home. I guess this place reminds me of it.

But if any of you wanna step to me because of what I am then I suggest you turn yourself around. I won't hesitate to snap your neck. I'll maybe feel bad about it, but you won't be breathing. We cool?

$venatical: (:\ :| gonna go with nope)$

venatical

Well, welcome to the other side.

[ Dean's been laying low since this place decided to turn into an episode of This Is Your Life, featuring some of his least favorite angels of all time, but after their stint in the tunnel, it seems kind of dumb. They know he's here, even if they didn't talk, and Dean knows they're here, and what the hell ever.

He's got stuff to say, anyway. He spins around in his chair, revealing the wall of monitors behind him, some of them showing feed from the Cape. ]

Now we get to see what life's like over here. Ever wonder what those cameras were hooked up to? [ He grins tightly. ] Found it. Lots of seats up here too to make it nice and cozy.

[ Dean's pissed, and it's thinly veiled, but he breaks off from that to look away and then back again. ]

Has anyone seen Charlie? Redhead, big nerd, game for miles. Tell her to call me.

[ She probably just got lost in the shuffle, right? (He can't even fool himself that much.) ]

monticora

Allison's gone. I guess that sucks.

[ It sucks more than Alec will actually admit to another human being. He enjoyed Allison. She was spunky and sweet. She reminded him a lot of Rachel, but she had her own flare. He wished they hadn't taken her. Didn't seem fair. He's kinda hoping she wasn't kidnapped like him either. He really hoped she got to return back to her world. She didn't need to be here and be stuck in this crap. It wasn't fair. She was just a teenager, but Alec wasn't much older than her. A few years maybe.

Sleeping with her was never part of his plan. He kinda just assumed he'd bum around this place, but then her and Anita showed up. Anita was wiggling into another part of him as well. Both of them seemed to find the human aspect of Alec from different angles. ] Completely unrelated, but does anyone wanna trade me some booze? I got some crap lying around you can have at.

[ Yeah, Alec. They completely buy that her disappearance and you wanting to drink aren't related in the slightest. ]

tryingitall

[Balthazar appears in the feed looking bored and restless. He's run out of alcohol, in point of fact, and he's stressed about it. The cure, obviously, is conversation.]

Kore. I've decided to follow in our dear Castiel's wingprints, albeit belatedly. Believe it or not, I'm an angel of the Lord. And the handful of you who didn't already know that are welcome to ask questions.

For everyone else: did you know that the meter of 'Amazing Grace' is such that it can be sung not only to the traditional tune, but also to the tunes of both 'House of the Rising Sun' and the theme song from Gilligan's Island? [How does he know this? It may be better not to ask.]

I'll prove it if someone insists, but you'll be sorry. This vessel isn't built for singing.

intraining

So uh...hi.

[ a+ charlie bradbury. best start to a conversation ever. good job. ]

I'm starting to realize this might actually be the worst timing ever, what with the whole destruction of buildings and earthquake shenanigans and all that jazz, but the network's working again! Or like, un-glitch-afied. Again. And I've kind of been working on this for a while? So why not.

[ and now she smiles. big, look at how cute i am kind of thing. she's really cute guys love her. ]

I'm Charlie, by the way. [ vulcan salute hello. ] Been around for a little bit, just your average geek-without-her-tech. For all you crazy kids I haven't met, hi. For all you crazy kids I have met...hi also.

And yeah okay, everyone's probably going to be rebuilding and surviving and doing that thing we do when we want to not live in houses with holes in the ceiling... [ charlie looks up above her for a moment before sighing and shaking her head. ] But I kind of sort of noticed that a lot of us, when we're not hunting and fishing and generally being great awesome citizens-of-the-month, are bored. Like. Seriously, going kind of insane, bored.

I miss the internet. I know, I know, shock, but a lot of my life was on there for a really long time. I started LARPing a while ago and got really into that, but other than a select few thespian friends I've met, I can't see people really getting into the world of live action RPing. Thus I come to you, my dear, sweet Kore, with another option.

[ at this moment, charlie reaches down to the table in front of her, picking up what looks like a very large piece of paper with a map drawn into it. ]

Table top gaming. [ she says that like it carries a lot of weight, like there should be some applause backtrack going on in her life. if she had her laptop, she could be playing a nice little trumpet sound right about now, but instead? silence. she looks excited enough, so there's always that. ] Figured D&D is probably the most popular, so we could do a version of that. I'm probably gonna be the only DM around here, so depending on who all's interested I could change the game up, but for those of you who don't know- D&D is a table top role play game, or RPG. You make characters, with all these specifics that you peeps are so lucky because I've got that shit memorized, and they go on an adventure.

It's fun, it doesn't involve possibly going out into the dark and life-threatening forest, and it's social. [ ohhhhh, ahhhhhhh. ] We're all stuck here anyway, so might as well make the most of it, right? Right.

Drop your name if you're interested. Gotta gauge how popular this is before I actually get this crap organized. Oh also! If you find any more paper or like...drawing supplies. Collect 'em for me? I might be the master of memorizing kind of useless details, but even I've got a limit here.

And...yeah. Guess that's all I wanted to PSA at everyone. Charlie out.

tryingitall

[Balthazar appears on the screen with lines of static rippling across his upper chest. He looks in good enough health and spirits, at least, but serious.] Hello, Kore. I'll be quick to the point since the communicators are squirrelly these days.

One: I assume we're all avoiding the ocean inasmuch as possible. Are people still fishing, and if so, where? If not, how is that affecting food stores? Anyone in need?

[The image distorts and gets swallowed up in white noise for a moment, a few words cut off.] ---ouple pounds of purslane and dandelion greens and picked another crop of radishes; I'm happy to make trades. I've also caught something that looks like a rabbit with tusks. It's up for grabs, because the hell if I'm going to skin and gut it myself.

Two: Given the way conditions are deteriorating, I'm wondering if we ought to initiate some sort of buddy system. Pairs, trios, small groups to look out for one another?

triplelindy

[ Since his arrival, Sam hasn't really made a post to the network. He's been feeling like literal Hell, and there's only so much time during the day he feels up for even talking to people, much less making very public posts asking for information.

It goes against his training, honestly, but there isn't much choice on his part. He fiddles with the communicator for a minute before finally thinking 'screw it' and turning it on. ]

Hey. [ The most eloquent of openings. It doesn't help that he looks a little ragged, and he coughs for a second to try to clear his throat. ] Haven't had a chance to meet everyone yet, but we'll get to that later. Right now, I wanted to know if anyone has been keeping any kind of records on this place.

[ He's hoping for someone who has been meticulous with the notes, but he isn't raising the bar too high. Any info is better than none, and while Dean has been there for a while Sam still wants to see what the others have to say, what their experiences have been. ]

If you wouldn't mind sharing, give me a ring. We can meet up somewhere, compare notes. I'd like to get a better grasp on what's been going down around here.

[ Like that whole sea monster business. He may have been passed out for the majority of it, but it's not exactly something that's easily kept quiet, you know.

Now his request is finished, he hesitates. He knows there are people there he'd like to see - Ellen and Jo pop up in his mind - so in a way, this is announcing his presence so they can get in contact. Getting a feel for the others trapped wouldn't go amiss, either, so this post has several valid reasons for being made. It has nothing to do at all with the fact he could be going a little stir crazy...

Okay, there's that to factor in, too. Clearing his throat again, he fumbles for a way to end the post. He'll just end it on a sharp nod. ] Thanks. [ He cuts off the video. Now all he has to do is see what kind of response he'll get, and he'll go from there. ]

monticora

[ Alec went to bed and everything was normal. He was sharing a house with some interesting people and that was the end of it. He remembered flashes of people. Scientists maybe? It was very close to what happened to him at Manticore on a daily basis. He thought he had gotten away from that crap and now he was here. He woke up in his own bed though even though in the dreams he wasn't here. He was somewhere else. He was being poked and prodded. Probably trying to figure out what the hell he was. Sometimes Alec just wanted to start wearing a sign on his head. Maybe it'd keep those assholes away from him if they had the whole story to work with. These people had to know about Transgenics. They couldn't turn on a television without hearing a news story about his kind.

It took a few minutes for his legs to function properly and he started looking the house over. His housemates were just gone. Rooms were basically cleared. A few items here and there dedicated solely to the room, but nothing personal anymore. No one around. Alec was starting to worry. He wasn't sure how much time had passed honestly. Those dreams didn't feel long, but they were just fragments. Not telling Alec the whole story. Yet again another group of people who just wanted to exploit him and his kind. The idea pissed him off. The only option right now was to find out if he missed some big massive kidnapping.

He lifted his wrist communicator and looked down. There was a look on his face that basically screamed he was incredibly annoyed by the whole situation. He wasn't overly attached to his housemates, but he was sorta worried. Max's bleeding heart rubbed off on him a bit, but not enough for him to fly off into a panic. ] What the hell did I miss? Also did someone kidnap my housemates? If so--give 'em back.

monticora

Cape Kore huh? [ There's a very confused looking man on the screen now. He's trying to wrap his head around how he went from the safety of Terminal City to this place. This wasn't home and it certainly wasn't post pulse Seattle either. This was somewhere else. Some place new. Maybe he got dropped somewhere else. Maybe this was Ames White's handiwork. Herding a bunch of Transgenic's into some happy space and then watching them scramble for an exit? He was sick enough to think that was entertainment right? Alec was just hoping they didn't grab Max.

He's already started moving. He's pushed the bullet wound in his shoulder to the back of his mind for now. The bandaging under his leather jacket is holding at the moment. He's sure he'll be fine, but he'd rather not test the limits just yet. He's looking back at the device on his wrist again. ] I don't mean to interrupt your regular scheduled programming, but if anyone wants to point me in the direction of a bottle of Jack I'd appreciate it. [ Right now alcohol is what he wants. Mole promised to give him something strong before he went to cutting the bullet from his shoulder. He's going to make someone make the promise come true. ] I wouldn't say no to some company either.

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