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[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.

walkinthruwalls

Okay, I don't know what's going on here-

[ No, she really doesn't, her expression tells exactly that. She's confused, not yet afraid, but definitely lost. The scenario feels familiar, although on Alcatraz Island it had definitely been different. She'd been on a mission, not lost, and they'd left there ]

This isn't a simulation, right?

[ Because guys, so not funny. It's bigger than anything she's seen in the Danger Room before, too ]

Right?

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.

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.

vates

[ Kevin's been working for a few days without sleep on the tablet, so when he wakes up, he figures he must've just passed out from exhaustion. He gets all the way to sitting up before he realizes that he isn't in the bunker.

When the feed switches on, it starts first staring up at the ceiling, while in the background, someone is very clearly laying waste to the bookshelf in their room. Kevin steps into the frame as he swings the shelf he'd ripped out to use as a weapon, and he decides it's acceptable before he sets it down. He has a bunch of papers, and as he puts them into an empty pillowcase, the cuneiform symbols can just be seen for what they are -- that is, ancient and unreadable.

He reaches for his shelf again, and now his face fully comes into frame. He looks like a guy who hasn't slept or eaten real food in a few days, with an added couple layers of complete panic. He has no clue where he is, who might've kidnapped him, what they want to use him for, but beneath the panic there's determination.

He made it this far; he won't let them win now.

Once he realizes the phone is broadcasting, he curses loudly and switches it off.

This plan would probably have gone a lot better if he hadn't been Skyping it. ]

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. ]

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.

lightgunhustler

( Action, for Ellen )

( Private Audio to Raphael )

[Audio:]

Is everyone out there okay? If you're in need of first-aid or trapped somewhere, let the network know as soon as you can, someone will come find you.

[She intends to be one of those someones.]

Anyone who isn't hurt and can move around easily, we should all fan out and make sure nobody's stuck or injured so badly they can't get someone's attention.

animator

[It's been a week since Anita's arrival in the Cape, and all that time, she's managed to monitor the network without actually making herself known, taking the opportunity the blackout and the defunct network had provided her to move around town unnoticed and get the lay of the land. By now, she's more or less settled -- she has housemates she gets along with reasonably well, one of them a stray Allison brought home after no less than two days after their arrival. She has a potential ally in a man she's still not entirely convinced isn't a yeti, and a woman who practically reeks of magic but without that undertone of malice.

All things considered, there's something of a silver lining to this new situation, though she certainly has plenty of choice words for their captors if she ever gets the chance. She's determined to make that opportunity arise sooner or later.

When she addresses the feed, she's sitting on the front steps of House 10, arms resting on her knees.]

I haven't been here long, but I think I've got most of the details by now. [People had been helpful, for the most part.] The food supply is low and it sounds like people are doing whatever they can to help supplement it. I hear people hunt. I'd like to get in on that, but it would help to know what's available to us in the way of weapons.

[She has her knives, and her guns with their limited ammo, but she's never been much of a trapper despite being vaguely outdoorsy. She'd done a lot of field work during college that had required her to spend time out in the woods and knew well enough how to forage, but hunting anything that wasn't, you know, monstrous was entirely new. Animals couldn't be all that different, could they? Just... smaller. Potentially less vicious.

Right.]

Do we have the resources to replace or even forge spent ammunition, for instance? Or do we get to play pioneer and do it the authentic way?

[You know. Bows and arrows. That kind of thing.]

Any kind of feedback would be appreciated. If I'm going to be stuck here, might as well pitch in and do what I can to help.

[The feed ends. She'll be sitting outside of House 10 for awhile if anyone comes by or wants to pester her, and later in the day, she can be found at the docks, doing a little investigating.]

runboyrun

[Well, waking up to an asphalt pillow is not the worst experience of Stiles' life, but it's still mighty unpleasant. Enough so that he doesn't notice the device strapped to his wrist until he's dragged himself to his feet and reached into his pocket for his phone. Which is missing.

He raises his wrist, staring at the device for a moment, then begins pushing buttons.]

Cape- What the hell? How drunk did I get last night?

[He doesn't realise it's broadcasting, so enjoy a nice, bumpy view of the ground and Stiles' legs as he walks, everyone!]

Hello? Hello?! Where the hell am I?

Current Mood: confused

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. ]

sagittae

[ It's fairly early when Allison poses her question to the network. Not obnoxiously so, just a little earlier than most would expect a teenager to be up of her own accord. She's already been for a run and there's a little evidence to show as much. She's just a little puffed, breathing returning to it's normal rate, and the clothes she's scavenged from the house aren't an ideal fit, but they're still closer to gym gear than the dress she'd arrived in (thanks scientists). Her hair is piled up in a loose bun on the top of her head, cheeks still just a little flushed, and she's only just at the door. She really should go inside and get herself sorted first, but network etiquette 101 is escaping her right now - and besides, the question is important.

There's a friendly smile at least, and for a moment she just eyes the feed a little, unsure of how to start. Finally it comes with a light clear of her throat and a sheepish look at the device on her wrist. ]

So I really hope this thing is working, or I'm going to look like an idiot. [ She laughs, a little awkward, and moves to sit down on the porch. The video jerks in response to the movement, but settles again once she does. ] I just have a quick question, nothing too taxing I promise.

[ She glances away for a second, a little stuck for how to pose the question without sounding like she's up to something, but finally just decides to bite the bullet. Everyone needs to defend themselves, right? That sea monster sure proved that. ]

I'm looking for a bow. Mine got...left behind, I guess, and I'd just- I'd feel a lot more comfortable if I had one. If anyone knows where there might be something like that around town or...God, even if you know how to make one, I'd really appreciate the pointers.

[ She pauses again, all awkward awkward Allison, and she's about to add something else.

Unfortunately at that point, the feed cuts out. Or perhaps fortunately, for the people listening. At that rate, they were going to be there all day. ]

intelligently

[ The face of one redhead that you might have seen before (but not for a few days). One that looks just a little freaked out (though is that any different to her regular face here?) ]

I don't know what's worse. Coming back here or what I came from.

[ It's not really the kind of thought you want to hear, or echo, but it's what she's wondering. It's what's on her mind, anyway.

It's late. She's been back for a few hours, and after getting back to her house and room she's tried to see (at least externally) what's changed. It doesn't look like a lot but: ]

I don't suppose that anything's changed around here? A mall opening, or a permanent door out? Or even less monsters.

[ Because please, there's enough back home without everything in the woods ]

( PRIVATE. Charlie Bradbury | Dean Winchester )

You're still here, right?

justrunsasaloon

[Ellen doesn't look real happy. She's not, but normally she's a bit better at hiding it.]

New batch is out of the still but it's weaker than the last one. If anyone wants a bottle, stop by and pick it up.

[She sips water out of a glass. She's got other things to say.]

We're going to need things to run through the still. Rice, oats, cornmeal, frozen fruit, anything that can be run through the still.

If you find anything in the forest, dandelions can be used to make wine, too.

[She almost turns it off, but stops for a second.]

Also, got a haunch of venison, if anyone's willin' to trade for it.

venatical

[ Dean gives himself a couple of days to figure out what he should do and how he should approach this situation with Cas. Is it a situation? It's not even really an incident, just a couple of dreams and then some light... cuddling... but it's very un-situational, and that's sort of the problem. Maybe. He thinks. It could be the problem. If it is a problem, he might want to do something to make it into a situation. Maybe.

The problem is that maybe because Dean isn't... He's totally into chicks. But he's also totally into Cas, and that's big enough that he's pretty sure he's been running away from the idea of it even being possible for a long time. He needs to talk to someone who he can trust, someone who can help him figure out if this is... if he is... okay.

So he calls Charlie. What else is a lesbian little sister for, right? ]

Hey. I need to talk to you. [ He tries to infuse all his usual brusqueness into his voice, but it's fragile. ]

godsprophet

[ Good evening, Kore! Amidst all of the new arrivals that have been showing up is a familiar face. Or, well, it would be a familiar face if he hadn't been missing for about three weeks.

Chuck Shurley is standing on the edge of town, looking completely baffled and confused. Like he'd just found himself there without knowing how or why, and so he just... stopped walking. He's tired and he's sore and honestly, he doesn't feel all that great. All he wants to do is crawl into bed and sleep for a few days. He rubs his forehead and he blinks down at the communicator at his wrist for a few seconds. ]

So I, uh... I think I was just kidnapped? By... the scientists?

[ And if he sounds unsure, it's only because he is. It's like trying to remember a dream he had years ago - everything's all fuzzy. ]

samlicker81

[ The feed turns on to display a particularly worried-looking blonde woman, frowning more like an annoyed mother than anything. ]

You know, I'm getting major All Hell Breaks Loose flashbacks right now. Waking up in a creepy abandoned town with a bunch of people I presumably don't know? Yeah. I have a feeling this won't end well. I mean, unless the Winchesters are here by some off chance. And then...

Well, honestly, things might end worse. As much as I love them — [ she sighs wistfully, smiling to herself at the thought of her boys, then quickly returns to a slightly more concerned expression ] — they aren't exactly the best good luck charms. Even when they had a good luck charm.

[ She leans in closer, holding her hand at the side of her mouth, lowering her voice as if she's admitting a secret, though she looks particularly excited to be sharing this not-so-secret. ]

One of my favorites, by the way, Bad Day at Black Rock.

[ And then the big thing occurs to her and she frowns again. ]

I just hope there aren't demons involved. Sam didn't exactly let me keep the demon slaying knife as a souvenir for ganking my first black-eyed SOB. All he gave me was a big fat annulment and a broken heart...

[ She sighs, resigned. Nothing she can do about that now, and there's not really any point in making a big deal out of her predicament here. It's not like she has anyone back home who will miss her. Except maybe her Twitter followers. But even then... She shrugs, then offers something resembling a smile. ]

Well, at least I still have my journal. Maybe now I can get to work on that fanfic I've been meaning to write...

happytobleed

((OOC: Please heed the content warning))

( Read more... )

plagiary

[ There's only so much exploration a man can do before he either gets eaten by a mechanical bear, or uses up one of his own precious bullets by shooting himself. So when the feed starts he seems agitated, a poker chip being flipped up into the air by his free hand and then caught again. ]

So I've learnt a lot since I first arrived. I know we have clubs and town halls and all manner of ... ne'er do well people lurking on the horizon. I've seen wolves and heard about the sea monster and watched the lot of you panic like headless chickens the minute your beauty sleep was invaded. I've gathered enough information for a bloody lonely planet guide and yet -.

[ The poker chip goes into the air again, the gold edges catching on the evening light from the window behind him. ] And yet I haven't the faintest clue what you do for fun. I've been here twelve days - almost a fortnight - and the opportunity to crack a smile is so rare I feel we all require some form of narcotic. [ If Arthur were here he'd fit right in. Eames likes to imagine that by now he'd be wearing a bear skin suit and ordering him around. Perhaps he shouldn't think about Arthur and sumptuous fur, actually. That way danger lies. ]

Please tell me there's something you're all hiding. Even if it is narcotics.

venatical

Evening, Cape Kore. Sleep well? [ He's doing his creeper grin and spooky voice and making fun of the dream thing, which seems to have stopped for the moment, but that doesn't mean it still doesn't severely irritate him that he never could get a handle on whatever was going on. ]

Thought you should know that now that we have all this free time, what with not skipping around each other's dreams or that weird city that wasn't actually made out of candy [ bummer ], you can go check out the diner. The project's wrapped. Everyone did a hell of a job, even sleep deprived, so thanks.

Hunting/Fishing? Farming? You wanna tap someone or a couple someones to set up some communal cooking? Figure it makes sense to put all our eggs in one basket in this case. [ Ha. ]

Private to Kenzi:
You shoot your eye out yet, kid? [ He's smiling though. ] I'd step up, but kinda got my hands full with the other two. You get any other bites?

[ OOC: prime party time?? Dean's not an event planner, so if anyone wants in on this party train... ]

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