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[ 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.

afallenstar

[ Of course she's been trying to leave since the moment she had been taken, but it hasn't worked. Each and every attempt had been completely unsuccessful, with literally no effect whatsoever.

Until, that is, when one attempt finally does work.

The feed kicks in with enough time to show little more than white light, almost like there's a problem with the video, and there's the faint sound of wings. It fades fast though, along with the light, and it's replaced with the slightly dishevelled looking face of one missing angel. She's out of breath, a little dizzy and definitely disoriented, but the one thing she does before anything else is drop a hand over the communicator. It's black for a few seconds while she fumbles with the buttons, and then the feed cuts out.

Welcome back to Kore, Anna. ]

greatatboats

[ The last time Clint felt this bad was because of very strange mission in Russia. It consisted of a shit ton of booze, food poisoning and several head traumas. This actually felt about ten million times worse than that morning. Yet he was standing and walking on his own. That didn't mean shit though. The power to carry on could grow to be very strong in a person if the situation called for it.

He felt like a tank ran him over and then decided to back over him once more for good measure. The shirt he was wearing was torn and tattered. Through the torn material you could see evidence of bruised skin and on the other side of his chest near his ribs was a gash. He looked like a more bruised and mashed version of Clint when it came to his face. He had bruises on his face along with some dried up blood. Mostly superficial, but still nasty. Whatever happened to him had not been pleasant. He was free though right? He was away from wherever and back in this town. He never would have thought he'd be this happy to see this place in his life.

The woods were behind him and he could see houses in the distance. He was fairly certain that his was actually on the other side of the town. He was trying his hard to remember the layout, but with each step came more pain. He checked the communicator once more and finally it sprang to life. That was a good sign. He could at least broadcast something and maybe get a hand back to his godforsaken attic.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He finally cleared his throat and found his voice. Out came a shaky breath to whoever was seeing this. ] I don't--know what happened, but I could use a hand. [ Clint hit his knees finally and his wrist dropped to his side. ]

gleans

[ At the very least, Galen looks a good deal better than he did the last time he showed his face. He does look tired - when doesn't he? - and there's still a note of worry in his voice, when he speaks. For the most part, however, he manages to keep his slight panic down, nudging at his glasses nervously. ]

Hey, guys -- I don't wanna cause any more alarm, but... if you could keep an eye out for Kenzi, we -- all of us, we'd really appreciate it. She might not be gone, but I haven't -- uh, better to be sure, right? So -- Kenzi, early twenties, goth-lite, long black hair, super tiny, ridiculously friendly.

Thanks, guys. Stay safe.

( p r i v a t e: bruce banner )

tooghoulforschool

[It's stupid to be back on the network publicly so soon after the incident. Especially when he knows Jesse's back and he told Galen he'd stay away. But he needs to know. Can't ask anyone to ask for him when he's hiding out around the church.

So he'll just use audio. Make it quick. Hope someone gives him answers before anyone has time to notice. Don't make a scene.]

... Missin' some people. Not answerin' my calls, just wonderin' if anyone's seen 'em. Cassandra and Conrad. Cute little girl that could probably kick your ass and a prissy, pale dude that probably couldn't.

You know where they are, just leave a message or somethin'. [He sniffs, mumbling something inaudible before quickly saying,] Thanks.

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?

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?

happytobleed

[ Castiel looks anxious and somewhat weak. ]

It seems that what I've become I...

[ He swallows. ]

I need sexual energy. If anyone would be willing to... help, I would request that they consent before being in my presence. It seems that I can't quite control the pull that I have over... people.

[ OOC Warning: Being in Castiel's presence brings up consent issues, as he essentially makes people horny and makes them want him just by being in the room with them, therefore any action thread will have those consent issues present. Don't engage him off of the network unless you'd like to play with that. ]

greenisnteasy

[ Someone doesn't look very comfortable to be here, but then he tries to shake it off with a smile. ]

It seems as if we have a surge of people with special dietary needs. [ To say the least. ]

Anyone who wants to donate some blood for the vampiric among us, I'm at the clinic and can take donations. It'd help if you let me know if you're nonhuman. Uh, I think. What vampires can and can't eat isn't an area of expertise of mine... Similarly, if you're a little more fanged now than before, you can come pick up some blood from me.

[ He clears his throat. This is where it gets... awkward. ]

I realize there may be other dietary needs out there, and I'm here to help anyone procure what they need safely. So, ah...

Anyone out there willing to help out a succubus? Sex doesn't need to be involved, but skin-to-skin contact is a bare minimum. [ That was definitely a thing he said. ]

Right, so. Don't kill anyone. [ And that's it, that's the video. ]

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 )

retrograding

[ It's around noon when Jet Star finally turns on his communicator. He hasn't changed much at all, actually; he looks exactly the same as he had before all of this species mess had started. Of course, that doesn't tell anything - there have been others who look normal until something set them off.

He starts his broadcast with a heavy sigh, looking down at the communicator. It's far enough away from him that anybody watching could see the blank wall behind him. As always, his voice is calm and soft. Though this time, it's a little more authoritative. ]

When I first arrived here, I offered my medical skills to everybody here, as meager as they were. I seem to have come into possession of skills that are a little more powerful than before, so again, I extend the offer: if anybody needs medical attention, especially... now, send me a message. My name is Jet Star.

I'd like to use this for however long it may last.

[ It's not on purpose - but as he ends his broadcast, there's a soft light cast against the wall - and for those who are looking (it's hard to miss) the shadows of two large wings flicker against the blank surface, stay in sight for a moment, and then vanish. The feed cuts off. ]

villainized

[ It's a very unimpressed man's face that addresses the town from the tiny little device strapped to his wrist. He looks largely unremarkable for a town now filled with a variety of supernatural and fantastical creatures, almost boringly ordinary. When he speaks, his voice is dry and sarcastic. ]

I'm told that my family now runs amok, and while I generally prefer to let them sort themselves out, it appears as though someone needs to take responsibility. And as the only remaining archangel in the vicinity, I suppose the burden of babysitter falls on my shoulders.

To those who can't claim kinship, aren't you fortunate, I suggest that you contact me if one of my siblings becomes difficult to handle. Otherwise, you may find yourself in a bit of an existential quandary. Angels have a tendency to react poorly to free will. Think Spring Break with more carnage.

And to those of you who've forgotten what you are, I suggest you remember. Having an unfortunate bout of humanity, or whatever malady afflicts you now, is no excuse to act uncivilized. Personally, I don't give a damn what you do, but I don't want to hear the moaning later, when you've come back to yourselves and realize that you've slaughtered half of the population.

[ Assuming they come back to themselves at all. But Lucifer will burn that bridge when he gets to it. ]

afallenstar

It seems everyone's had quite the morning, so I'll keep this brief. If any of you think you might be the kind of powered up that can help figure out exactly what it is people are turning into, let me know.

In the mean time just...be careful, guys.

[[ Private to the Angelsibs and ~~honorarysib~~ housemate Chuck ]]

As someone [ see Gabriel, re: griping announcement earlier ] has mentioned already, there's something weird going on here. We're human now, completely, and Balthazar....
[ All in good time. ]

Obviously it's a little harder to keep in touch now, but are you all okay so far? No broken bones, stubbed toes, fatal injuries? Keep in touch, okay?

[[ Private to Fun Ghoul ]]

We have a bit of a situation here.

hung_garian

[Someone isn't looking quite as unruffled by everything as usual. He's paler than normal, his hair's starting to look messy, his jacket's crumpled, and the skin around his eyes is drawn tight. He looks stressed, not to mention tired. Plus he's not breaking any of the rules of physics or eating any candy, which is possibly a first.]

In light of everyone else having gotten there first, I'll spare you all another round of 'what's going on's and 'this isn't funny's and empty threats. What I do wanna ask is if we have any guesses yet as to what's causing this and how to stop it. And if anyone's got any instant coffee granules going spare. Could really do with being more awake. Fell asleep for a few hours earlier, didn't like it, don't plan on doing it again any time soon.

[It's unnerving, after all, to lose consciousness like that when you're not used to it. Not to mention how weird dreaming is.]

Anyone needs me, I'll be in the bar taking advantage of my temporary lack of alcohol tolerance. Ciao.

[To most people it'll look as if that's the end of the message. He hasn't switched off the feed, though, just changed the filter to make this private to his siblings, ~~including those he might already have run into because haha timelines~~.]

Check in, whether you've been Kryptonite-d or not. If any of you've managed to get yourselves arrested or killed or beaten the crap out of already, you're getting no sympathy from me, but I'd appreciate knowing so I can point and laugh. I'm guessing this thing's some kind of curse, since there's no hex bags that I can find, but hey, that's not exactly reliable, given the circumstances. Whatever it is, it needs to be over about five hours ago.

[A pause. That's everything he wanted to say, he thinks... ah. Hang on.]

Oh, and Anna? How do you make the shower work?

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.]

hung_garian

I see a lot of you kind people have been signing up for extracurriculars. Scouting, hunting, washing the dishes, all that sort of thing. Buuuuuut, I couldn't help noticing a bit of a gap in these activities, which I brought to the attention of our fearless leader and got his permission to fill! Sort of. Our little town is so lucky to have such a devoted mayor. Three cheers for ol' what's-his-face, et cetera.

[It's almost all true. The permission bit isn't, predictably, but the guy hadn't forbidden it. Not in as many words, at least... and not that that would stop Gabriel.]

So, uh, anyone willing to make the ultimate sacrifice and join me in testing the safety of the chocolate, alcohol and bedsprings, possibly all at the same time... sign up here. I know, I know -- I'm not saying it'll be easy. Hells, I'm not even saying any of us'll make it out alive. But those of you prepared to give your all in the service of your gilded cage and your fellow vacationers, you'll be doing the right thing. You'll be remembered as heroes.

[Needless to say, he's bored. Somebody entertain him before he takes up serial murder again...]

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.]

tryingitall

[Balthazar felt watched the instant he awoke, in an alley between houses, but he was too perturbed by the realization that he had been unconscious to question the feeling. Until he left Heaven, he had always been watched, after all. They all had, in some fashion.

Now, he's gotten some sense of bearings, privately, and toyed with the communicator enough to have heard the greeting message several times over. It took longer to get it to record and transmit a message, and he looks agitated when he appears in the feed.] Is it...hello? Is this recording? Damn it!

[A deep breath, even though he doesn't technically need to breathe.] Right. Can anyone out there explain in greater detail what's going on here, other than 'welcome home'?

I'm a bit annoyed. It's a pretty enough place to vacation, but I don't think I want to move in.

bonesandskin

[Static flickers, the image of what looks perhaps altogether too much like another corpse visible between the stuttering lines of interference. This corpse, however, is not a familiar one. The view is pointed upward, showing the body to be that of a man, leaning against a tree near the edge of the forest, dressed in slightly ratty, Victorian-esque clothing and spattered with blood, oil, grease, and gods know what else. Though the picture sometimes cuts back and forth to black and white, there's enough time with color to show that his skin is tinged an unhealthy shade of yellow which has gone a little green in places, including along the edges of the dark circles that mark his slightly sunken eye sockets and around the bruises visible through the scruff and stubble along his jaw. Creamy, off-white lines and crusted smudges mark various wounds, all of which appear to be in some stage of healing, including the most prominent of them, a thin line that spans the base of his throat, just above his collarbone. It's obviously fairly fresh, even though it's already closed over, as it's one of the injuries that looks somewhat raw at the edges.

Now, squint and you might almost be able to tell that-- oh, yes-- yes, he's breathing, before the video is consumed by static and the audio picks up a thick, British accent draped over a raw-throated voice.]

Hn? Well, this is-- interesting.

afallenstar

[ She's distracted, sure, but Anna manages to pull together something resembling calm and composed for her addressing of the network. ]

In light of everything that has happened lately, I wonder if it would be a good idea to set up some sort of system to check in with one another. Two or three people you let know you're still- [ don't say alive, don't say alive, don't say alive ] in town and safe. Relatively speaking. It might help us recognise when people are going missing, figure out patterns. It's just an idea.

( private messages to Jesse, Kenzi, Galen, Ghoul, Castiel and Gabriel )

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