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[When the feed comes on, it's... probably an accident, really. The only thing in view is murky water and a lot of bubbles, occasional flashes of silver, and every now and then, a pair of feet. The sound is muffled because of the water, but there's a lot of obvious splashing going on.

There's a split second image of a fish and then the comm is out of the water. Cass is catching fish in the forest, no big deal. She tosses her prize toward the pile of them on the shore, then notices her comm is on. Must have been hit by the fish. Or a rock. Hmm.]

Um. Hi! [She waves, then uses her thumb to wipe off some of the water.] Catching food. Have a lot, now. If you... need some, can come take. Lots of fish in river.

Can show... how to catch, too. How to clean, cook.

[She turns to show her catch and there's... kind of a lot of fish. She's been at this for awhile, there's enough for everyone.]

Might... need pillowcases, to carry home.

magnets

So, people'a Kore-

[ Pinkman's device turns on with his cheekily grinning at the camera as his fingers drum antsily on the kitchen counter. There's also a Finch peering over at the camera from the side, with a grin to match. ] We gotta little treat for all you bitches today. It's called straight-up science time with a couple'a Jesses. So pay attention, alright? Ya might learn somethin'.

[ Finch ducks down out of view of the camera, and when he comes back up, he's holding this crudely made volcano, painted brown and totally shoddy. But it works for what they're trying to do. He places it down on the counter, and shakes the little container of baking powder he's picked up from the counter. ] Bet you all have seen a paper volcano afore, right? All y'need is a badass little volcano like this one, dish soap, water, baking soda, and - [ He lifts up a jug of vinegar, gesturing at it. ]

Some'a this shit here. [ Pinkman cuts in, turning the communicator back to him momentarily so it's closer to his face when he announces for anyone who didn't, you know, read the label, ] That's real vinegar.

[ And then volcano again, in which Pinkman subtly pushes down a piece of duct tape holding the sides together - the thing really is held together with spit and a prayer - before he pans the camera up to Finch. There's a laugh in his voice when he asks. ] You wanna do the honors?

[ Finch is laughing too, cackling really, grabbing for the vinegar. He salutes the camera. ] Aye, I'll do the honors. Wish me luck, man. [ He hovers closer to the volcano, and lifts the jug to pour it into the baking soda volcano. And lo and behold: it "explodes". Messily. Like, really messily, and they're both standing close enough that it blows up abruptly and sprays on both Pinkman and Finch. Finch doesn't exactly yelp, but it's a close thing, and then he's laughing again, brushing his sleeve across his face. ]

Man - [ Pinkman starts to rebut, but he's laughing too much to answer for a moment, the camera going askew as he mops a hand through the muck dripping down his face, flicks some of it off. There's red foam dripping all down the counter and onto the floor. ] Bitch, I said 'not the whole thing' -

[ And the camera dotted with bits and pieces of red food coloring, the feed abruptly cuts off. ]

chlorophylliac

[Ivy's face and bare shoulders appear on the screen, neatly framed - she's never used a device quite like the one she's using now, but she's accustomed to this sort of technology. Her expression can be summed up as 'I'm tolerating this but I'm not sure why'. She's in the park; you can just about see some of the gazebo behind her.]

...'We hope you enjoy your stay'. Mm. Easily the politest kidnappers I've encountered so far.

I assume that these devices are meant for communicating with those I'm sharing my 'new home' with. My hosts - our hosts - appear to be the type who'll see and not be seen, never mind negotiated with.

[Her eyes flicker to one side. There's a camera just visible over that shoulder; it's been strangled and crushed by a length of dark vine.

She pauses momentarily, since being actively courteous doesn't come easily to her.]

I won't assume that anyone here knows any more than I've just been told, but if so I'd be grateful to learn more about where I've been transplanted to.

captain_jtkirk

[It's not the first time he's woken up with no memory of how he got there, but this is the first time he's ever been mugged and given a wrist communicator in its place.

So this is all... fun.

When the video clicks on, Kirk looks hungover and there's a bruise along the underside of his jaw, and he's not squinting because it's bright out and that hurts his eyes, what are you talking about.]

Alright, good joke. Very funny.

Where am I really and how did I get here? And I'd like my credit chip back.

designedtoparty

[The video opens with an uncomfortably close recording of Nathan's face. He squints at it, flicks the screen, then seemingly satisfied starts to talk.]

All right, so I have three questions for your weirdos. First off, what year is this supposed to be?

Second, what sort of shitty power is this? I know it isn't mine, because hello, A-list. And I think I might've remembered packing myself a bin bag of nothing, ditching my phone, and teleporting myself to the fuck end of nowhere.

[Nathan moves his arm further from his face, allowing the camera to see the face of the fountain centrepiece, which Nathan seems to be hanging off.]

Last question. What's the cheapest hotel you've got around here? You wouldn't believe how wet Medusa's getting here, and she's a little shy about getting it on in public if you know what I mean.

[And just in case anyone doesn't, he proceeds to dry hump the statue.]

Oh, Medusa! I don't think I can hold on much longer. Oh-- Shit!

[The last word has a genuine note of panic it it, and Nathan's eyes have widened. Luckily for everyone, balancing and holding out his arm to record this proves too much for Nathan. He slips, landing with a splash in the fountain. The feed cuts out.]

enchangement

[ The shot opens with two small toy dinosaurs, standing facing each other on the railing of a wooden bridge.

A young woman's voice begins talking: ]

We've played this game before. We are veterans in the sport.

Perhaps it was an oversight to bring a professional lab rat to a new lab. Perhaps she broke their teeth before they put her down she can't remember.

There's something in the water.

[ The camera angle shifts - here is a face full of an older teenage girl, long hair damp and brow furrowed. She seems to understand that this is recording, peering at the communicator intently before waving her arm wildly in a futile attempt to shake it off.

Quietly: ]

So what is the difference between a sport and a game? Hunting labrats is fun for the ones holding the gun, pull the trigger if you're ruthless, put down the broken specimens, they're just dragging down the standard deviation isn't that it?

Keep them fighting keep them starving keep them sleeping keep them kept.

[ She sighs and rubs a hand over her face. ] We are not a fan of these particular sports. Lab rats can still chew through the ropes, the wires, the bones.

Just give us time.

Just...

[ Her voice cracks at this point and there's a small sob snuffled in there, but the girl regains her composure fairly quickly. ]

Be polite, River. Say hello.

Hello.

hellofist

[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.]

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