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Well balls.

This don't look like where I was supposed to end up. Not that I mind - ain't exactly the rocking chair type anyway. [With a frown, he poked at the device again.] Damn thing ain't even a proper computer. Computers have buttons.

tryingitall

For those of you who knew Gabriel, also called Loki? He's gone. For well over 48 hours now. [Balthazar's voice over the feed is a near-monotone, emotionless.

With him, that's never a good sign.]

He came back once before, but I'm not sure we'll be seeing him again this time around.

I just...thought someone ought to know.

[Someone other than the other angels, that is. He's sure they're as aware as he is. He's less sure whether he should seek them out to mourn. There's a long, quiet moment of static before the feed cuts.]

foundacause

[ Guess who's back from the dead? That's right, everybody's favourite resident demon! Of course, she's lacking a little of her usual sass and sparkle - apparently being thrown to the wolves - quite literally (if by wolves we mean hellhounds) - has that effect on a person. ]

Hello Cape Kore. Did you miss me? [ There's a smirk, but it's strained. ]

Did you get the stray puppy population under control while I was on my unscheduled vacation or you all still waiting for the dog warden to show up?

wolfofmidgard

[The feed flickers on to a view of the library. And Meja, sitting at a table, with a big book out in front of her. It appears to be a book about plants, hazarding from the pictures visible on the video feed. Laying on Meja's shoulder is a white rat, who appears to be sleeping. Her armor is glamoured into a dark blue coat.]

I don't suppose anyone's been poking around the lab machines, as of late? Some of the plants in hydroponics are getting quite large, and I've been curious about food applications since I started. Unless we'd like to completely depend on random chance in the cafeteria. It was suggested to me that we should test the plants properly, to see if they're edible, but I'm terrible with anything mechanical.

Is anyone interested? I should mention that if this work also includes testing machines, it will be dangerous and should not be undertaken lightly. I can heal wounds, if it comes to that, but I'd like to exercise as much caution as we're able to, here.

[She smiles.]

Tusen takk.

servingmichael

[ One archangel who has been VERY GOOD at being not seen is sitting on a cabinet, cleaning blood off a short, tri-bladed sword. Raphael is looking none too happy. ]

If anyone hears dogs, get away from them unless you are a highly trained combatant and have a weapon in hand. Salt is a decent barrier, there are others. If anyone needs help with them, I am Raphael. Scream and I'll hear you, or you can pray.

blackmagus

[Dogs are one thing. Fortescue likes dogs. Especially dogs who play fetch, and dogs who accompany soldiers. Seeing service dogs in the war was good on the eyes, like a small slice of the familiar in the estranged hostilities of combat. But these sounds?

These aren't service dogs. Not that she knows where they are, but the noises coming from an adjoining corridor aren't from a kindly canine. She knows that much from the snarls, and clicks on a video feed. Jazz, agitated and hissing, is curled around her shoulders, ears flat against his head. Her dress doesn't offer much support for him, but then, she's used to his claws digging in. She prefers it to losing him, in tough situations. Is this going to be a tough situation, is the real q...

Wait, that snarl was awfully close. But she still doesn't see anything... It's a bad time to be walking back to her room, that's for sure. She quickens her step.]

All right. Who forgot to feed the vicious guard dogs I didn't think we had? It almost makes me miss the bears.

tryingitall

I'm bored, dear people of Kore, and I find I don't recognize half of you anymore. Someone play a game with me.

I spy with my little eye...? [There's a long, reflective pause, because what he spies is pretty much just, you know, empty corridor. Damn.]

Failing that, I suppose I could set up a scavenger hunt. First one to bring me the whole list gets breakfast in bed for a week. Any takers? It'll be fun!

bluesrat

[This is no accidental video. It comes on dark, but then the hand lifts away, and there's a tired, quietly anxious face of a middle-aged man with a big nose and a beat-up cap shading his eyes. He looks like he's composed himself, and gazes straight at the screen.]

So I'm... [His voice crackles a little, and he starts again, a slightly hoarse but pleasant baritone.] I'm not even sure if this is the same place I was last, or if the same people are here, but the last thing I can remember is fleeing Cape Kore.

[He licks his lips, swallows, and goes on,] If anybody here does know me, I'm okay, but it'd be great to see a familiar face. Anybody who doesn't know me, Hello, my name is Markus Rathbone, but you can just call me Rat. Unless you're Fortescue. In which case it's Dick Tracy. [There's a ghost of a smile.]

Pleased to meet any of you I haven't yet, as long as you're not the guys in charge of messing with us all. [With that the video drops and spins away dizzyingly to show some bare wall and the edge of a door frame in one of the featureless bedrooms this place has so many of. It might be best not to keep watching, since the view moves a little erratically, but that's accompanied by the sounds of a guitar being strummed, and then some quiet jazz tune played on a single guitar. It's a little echoey, which just adds to the lonely feel of the music.]

noblexcompanion

[ Donna looks a little worried - okay, okay understatement - she looks very worried. It's not a good look on her. ]

So... has anyone seen the Doctor lately? I haven't seen him in awhile and it's not like him to be so quiet...

deemedworthy

[He recognizes this place for what it is, at least: a lab. Between the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier and the temporary facility that had been built up around Mjolnir in New Mexico, he's seen enough of sterile environments like these to know what they are and what they're for, though he's mildly confused about the contents of this particular lab. The camera is jostled as he fumbles with the device bearing it, giving a blurry and crooked shot of the plans, both foreign and familiar, that fill the hydroponics lab.]

These runes...

[The camera is pointed at the floor as he leans in to examine one of the nearest plantbeds, where Nordic runes have been etched. It's held steady long enough to give the viewer a clear shot of his boots.]

Health and prosperity. Someone has cared for these.

[His voice is low, uncertain; the familiar etchings aren't enough to assuage the anger he feels at being dropped, somehow, into some unknown facility against his will. No mortal prison has ever been able to contain him for long, and this, he is certain, will be no different.

He turns the camera back on himself, but clearly lacks understanding of exactly how it works, as it's not only upside-down, but also zoomed in so close that all it projects is an extreme close-up of his right eye.]

I wish to know who dares to toy with me! Whatever game is being played here, I do not find it to be funny.

angelofhope

[A new face flickers onto the screen. He's spent many hundreds of years among humans, and has a tablet computer at home — navigating a smart phone is pretty simple for Remiel, the Compassion of God, who looks thoroughly unassuming in a sun-faded Led Zeppelin t-shirt and jeans. He's not even wearing shoes. But it wasn't exactly his plan to get kidnapped in the middle of gardening, all right?]

Hello! I hope this thing's actually connected to something. [He pauses.] Or I'm not crank calling on accident. Anyway. Hi. I like what you guys did with the hallways. Very interesting. I haven't seen anything that crazy since a family member rigged my older sibling's file system to keep showing her the same file.

[It takes an impressive amount of magic to do that to Barachiel, Heaven's great organizer and planner, and she really hadn't been pleased. But Sariel had had a bone to pick. And she never fights fair.

Remiel's sitting in the cafeteria, hair messy and expression pretty cheerful for an archangel who's just shown up in a different dimension than his own. The fact that he's separated from his family will take some time to sink in.]

And uh, has anyone seen a dog? White and black, friendly, about the size of a small armchair?

[Which is a slight exaggeration, but not really. Not when you're talking about an Alaskan Malamute.]

lightgunhustler

[Jo's voice sounds oddly restrained when it comes out over the network, cautious and uncertain as though she's swallowing something down, holding it back. She doesn't trust herself to use the video function at the moment-- and honestly, considering what she has to say, it doesn't seem appropriate.]

It's been a couple of days since I've been able to get in touch with my mom.

[For anyone else, a couple of days might be negligible, but she and Ellen have been damn near inseparable since Jo's arrival. Even after moving to the research center, they'd lived together, kept close tabs on each other.

Two days without any sign of Ellen was bad news.]

I'm not holding my breath. Pretty sure she's gone.

[And for them, going home doesn't mean much. What was there to go back to?]

I just-- I thought people oughta know. She had a lot of friends here.

laevisilaufeyson

[There is nothing recognisable, at first, at waking up alone in a room entirely unlike that in which he recalls himself prior, his sense of space twisted about him like a Klein bottle, strange smells and tastes on the air and a fog in his head. Not waking up -- being caught at such a disadvantage puts Loki immediately on edge, and he wracks his mind as he pushes himself up from his sprawl, up through his stupor, to find the thread of memory which will lead effect back to cause. Spacetime does not unravel; he cannot see where its pieces become contiguous. There is only then, now, the smell and weight of metal, and the little device on the surface of the table, clumsy and ancient. Quaint. The word sparks off a familiar taste at the back of his tongue as he reaches for the device.

Rust. Concrete dust. And then the message plays.

The corners of his mouth quirk faintly up and he closes his eyes. Oh, oh; now arises a dilemma.

Loki sits for a time in his room, device in hand, looking down at it with worlds of possibilities swimming through his cloudy head, and finally, finally he switches the video on, little smile -- a veil -- firmly in place.]

Given how well the last attempt to keep me here went I could see why one might be keen to try again.

[Perhaps this time I will not play as nicely.]

But whatever has become of all my old friends?

[It isn't a manifesto. It isn't even quite a threat, save on its underbelly, but there is no mistaking the subtle signs of anger, and those who remember him -- if any -- may recall that in Loki, a quiet anger is if anything more dangerous than a noisy one.]

toldinthebook

[ The video is on for almost a minute before Emma speaks, her expression a little apprehensive. She doesn't know what to say, or do. This whole thing is weird, and wrong. She was supposed to get back to Storybrooke, not land somewhere else. She's had some information, but now she needs more ]

I guess I need to get this out of the way, and I'm pretty sure that saying that I'm not supposed to be here isn't going to make a difference. So here's what's going to happen, I'm going to ask a couple of questions and if you know the answers I'd be pretty appreciative if you could tell me.

[ Mental sigh. Let's go ]

What were you doing before you got here? Just generally. [ She doesn't need your intimate details ] I've been told that we've been kidnapped. Maybe there's something connecting us. [ Or, maybe not. But it was worth a question ]

And- if you see a woman, short dark hair. Kind of- A pink sweater... I'm looking for her. I was travelling with her.

[ Travelling home. Portal jumping. Getting back to family ]

Thanks.

tryingitall

So I've lost my garden and you've lost your makeshift bar. Seems to me at least one of us ought to rebuild. I vote for you first because I'd love a place to drink.

...which is my clumsy way of asking if you came through the week all right, and if you'd like to share the whiskey I've found in the kitchen.

calmyourmind

No? This one then, perhaps? Honestly. They should include a manual.

[It's just audio at first, muffled and distant, interspersed with the beeping of pressed buttons and the confused ramblings of a man far beyond his league with this kind of technology.]

Or a pamphlet of some sort at the very least. Maybe a further explanation of my whereabouts than just a name. I don't suppose that would be too much to ask? Yes, yes. Quite ominous but I really must leave, tempting though I am sure your science is.

Hello? Listen I know you are there, I heard you. Oh for God's - You just spoke. How do you turn this thing on? Hello? Hello?

[How were you supposed to accomplish anything on this device? Where were the wires? The cords?]

Is anyone there? Hello? I think it's on now. I believe it is. Sorry. I appear to be a bit lost. If you're there, please respond. My name is Charles Xavier and it is really very important I get back at once. The situation-

[There are a few more beeps from the buttons and a camera feed clicks on as well, aimed to the floor and his shoes.]

Oh! Well, that did something. What is this little light for?

[The video jostles a little more and with another button press the entire feed goes dead.]

wolfofmidgard

[Poking around with Anita, and on her own, has yielded the discovery of a lab with decent skylights. As a result, it's less foreboding than the other labs. But only just. What helps further is a series of neat little raised beds — Meja found them in poor condition, much like the rest of the facility, but she's dedicated her morning to rejuvenating the soil and cleaning things off. There are now little carved runes on the side of the beds that should negate them needing to be watered — most of the time, at least.

And now that they look a little less like brown death, she's investigating in the cupboards. No matter how much that little voice says that maybe she shouldn't. And it isn't without a point: she finds a spider in one of the cupboards that's bigger than her own hand. For now, she'll leave it alone, but if it's poisonous she's not sure what to do with it. Someone else could get hurt.

What she's finding is definitely interesting. Unmarked containers of seeds, for another. The equipment she finds is completely foreign to her, for the most part. There are basic things she can guess about, but the technology is... well, it's beyond her. After gathering a small amount on an empty table that she cleaned earlier, she switches on her phone's video function.

Roland the white rat can be seen grooming himself on top of a raised bed. It seems that he's going to stick with Meja, at least for now, since she's feeding him regularly. He's steering clear of the spider; it looks like they know one another.]

I don't suppose anyone's feeling adventurous? Or knows what these devices are for? It seems some of our scientists were into plants... in their own way.

[For anyone wandering in the area, the door's open. When she isn't pondering the technology or rooting around in a cupboard, she's contemplating her notebook for ways to improve potential plant growth — sitting on the floor with her long legs splayed to the side. (Yet again. Maybe this garden will last longer.) ]

nevermindtherunning

[Hello Kore, there's a Doctor on screen for you! He's grinning from ear to ear, kicked back in a chair, feet raised up, clearly in the diner.]

I heard there's some new arrivals! Hello, there. I do love new guests to this humble island that we're ever so blessed to inhabit.

Oh-- Is that a religious enough reference?

[The chair snaps down and he's sitting up in his chair, leaning forward with his hands clasped before him.]

What's all the fuss about this 'king of hell' bloke I've heard about? I do love a good story! I met the devil once, have I mentioned that? Stuck on an asteroid? Strange one, that one.

C'mon now! Story time!

castdown

[ It takes only moments for the void of the Cage to give way to light, the bright bite of color and sensation. The very first thing the Devil does is to spread his wings, broad and invisible, free of the Cage's confines once again.

This time, though, there's no earthquakes to herald his arrival. And that's fine. He lost his interest in that failed apocalypse when he killed his little brother. And this place... is new. Odd. He knew every piece of his Father's Creation, but this? Wasn't part of it.

It takes a few hours before Lucifer's attention strays from exploring his surroundings, and eventually the feed opens up to a comfortably middle-aged man who is, in fact, the Devil. ]

If this is your doing, Michael... [ It's not. But he knows you're here, brother-- brothers. Don't think he doesn't. ]

tryingitall

[Things suddenly got complicated. Crowley is a manageable annoyance, as far as Balthazar is concerned. He's been here before. Michael, though...

Honestly, he'd rather have Lucifer back, and he feels just a bit guilty for it.

The net result is that he's on edge and worrying what this means for certain friends and acquaintances around town.]

Private to Donna

I'd like to visit as soon as possible, if I may. Some of the new arrivals are...look, let me come and set up some warding for you, please, love?

to Ellen

Do you know how to angel-proof? Might want to consider it. We've got a volatile situation.

to Raphael

Have you met the boy with Dean's face? Alec. How close to Dean's genetic makeup is he, do you suppose, and what, if anything, ought we to do about cutting off potential trouble there before it starts? [Because he can't see Alec being anything but obnoxious toward Michael, and probably rather incautious, as well.]

to Castiel

[A brief, simple audio:] Cassi? Do me a favor and don't do anything foolish.

to Mina and Fortescue

Hello! I've been distracted by our new arrivals. If you're not worried, you should be. But I've promised to introduce you to one another. Would you be available to meet at the library after dusk? I can explain more then.

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Entries tagged with { balthazar

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Raphael | 004 | Video | Day 154

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Rat | Video | Day 140

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Voice, Private to Ellen (possibly 'hackable' by other angels?)

[Audio to Video] I appear to be missing some essential pieces to this Telephone

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