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[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

dowhatisays

[Hello, sweet cape dwellers. Did you miss this particularly obnoxious curly Italian gangster? No? Too bad, because here he is far too close to your screen, clutching his head like he has the hangover of a century. The footage is spotty, the audio coming in and out and the video often out of focus, but what's abundantly clear is that Charlie's back, and not entirely pleased about it.]

Fuckin-

Jesus, what the fucking hell is this-

will someone get me-

[At last the video clears enough to show Charlie, looking angry but unharmed, somewhere on the waterfront.]

Someone tell me what the -

going on?

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.

kore_npc

[ Here's a face that may not be familiar to many of those who are new. He looks weary, but that's mostly just the way his face looks. He also maybe looks just the slightest bit irritated, in the way that a man trying his hardest to look patient always does. ]

It has come to my attention that not many of you know who I am. I'd like to properly introduce myself to the cape at large, for all those who are newcomers here.

My name is Edgar Stane, and I have taken up a leadership position here in the cape. I admit that I have been quiet these past few weeks, and for that I would like to apologize. I mean to have a more noticeable presence in the near future. That said and done, I have a few things that I'd like to say to you all.

Our current situation with food has been in dire straits for a while now. Since the formation of the committees, we've been doing marginally better in food storage, but it is an ongoing process. I have been working with the leaders of the committees in charge of food production to make sure that everybody gets their fair share of food. If you do not feel as though you are getting an equal share, please do come talk to me. I will do my best to resolve any problem brought to me.

Secondly, I've found what appears to be... some sort of documentation. What I've managed to make out could be important information regarding how we've all come to be here, and why we can't leave. If you are interested, again, come talk to me in person. I've taken residence in the Town Hall.

[ He gives a huge sigh. ] And lastly, I've heard rumors of people in our community who have deemed it appropriate to keep the wild animals from the forest as pets. I'd like to take this moment to remind you all what happened the last time those of our numbers attempted this, and ask you to remember the unfortunate and awful deaths that resulted from it. These are and always will be wild animals, and I urge you all to keep that in mind.

I believe that's all. If you need anything from me at all, please, don't hesitate to ask. Thank you for your time.

voliere

Hello. [ Elizabeth's face comes on the screen rather hesitantly, and she waves with her free hand, still unsure on how the specifics of this whole communicator business. She's figured out how it works, but she's still unsure if she's doing it right. Fortunately, she has it on the video setting like she'd wanted. ] I hate to do this, but has anybody seen a tall man with short brown hair and green eyes that goes by Booker anywhere around in the cape? I've been searching all morning, but I can't seem to find him. If anybody had some sort of idea where he may be, would you let me know? Or at the very least, tell him that Elizabeth is looking for him.

I can't imagine he's gone far, it isn't as if this is a very large town. [ Sigh. She tucks her hair back behind her ear. ] Thank you.

Oh! And - I hope that everyone is doing well. These dreams have been... well, exciting. I suspect there's been a lot of sleepless nights all around.

plagiary

[ The face that swims into view on the screen is at once amused, suspicious, and carefully constructed to show only the barest and mildest emotion. He's handsome in an unconventional way, rough around the edges but keen eyes curious. When he speaks, his voice is thick with a British accent ( at once posh and then not so much, as though he can't decide ), warm and begrudgingly impressed. ]

Hullo Cape Kore. Nice little place you've got here, innit? I mean it's all rather retro. [ Tapping the face of his new wrist adornment. ] I'm not saying that's bad per say, I just know a fellow who'd just go straight to palpitations if he saw the eighties were calling. [ Gaze flicking to the sun in the sky. Arthur had put him under, Arthur had been in control. Arthur never cocks up, so what the hell is this? ]

I've heard the lovely message that's been left for me. Not many people are able to kidnap me without my knowledge, someone’s got some rather astonishing skills. [ A smile that is at once sweet and sharp. No point in frightening off any locals that are actually helpful. No point making himself seem vulnerable if they aren't. He's not sure who's projections these are, let alone which dream. It certainly isn't his. ] I’d love to be pointed in the right direction though, be able to show my appreciation of a job well done. Can't find a single needle mark on me.

[ For those not in the know of terrible crime, that would tell him he's been drugged. ] Any takers? Though make it quick, eh? I've got a plane to catch.

dowhatisays

[Charlie doesn't look so good right now. Seems to be a theme with him when he's desperate enough to actually post on this thing. But the welled up anger and frustration about this whole situation is itching under his skin to do something. Like subject the whole town to his dark-circled eyes and ridiculous curly haystack of hair. You're welcome.]

Anyone got a fucking soup recipe or some shit? Like we even got anything to fucking cook with.

I got shit to trade for it if you do got any.

[He gives the camera a glare, clearly seeing if he has any other reason to say anything. Apparently not. The feed ends.]

[ooc: After the 'Meyer getting attacked by a tiger' plot. Charlie is home with the sicky and not happy about it.]

magnets

Sunuva- bitch.

[ The camera goes all screwy as Jesse pushes himself up, sits back on his knees and sweeps his hands off on each other. He doesn't seem to notice the camera's even on as he paws at himself and finally stands, swearing a few times under his breath as he does. Idly beats some gravel off his jeans. He sounds dumbfounded when he finally speaks again. ] I'm back here.

[ And the camera turns with him, a few confused steps before he throws his arms out to both sides, an irritated kind of shrug. ] I'm back- here. [ And his hand raises again, so he can first tap a finger against the screen, and then slap an angry palm against it a few times. He repeats, ] Sunuvabitch.

[ Then he finally fiddles with the buttons, intending to turn on the communicator, but, ] oh, [ it's already on. ] Ya wanna clue me in here? [ He glances around the area. ] Yo, anyone still out there?

gayspider

[ Alec’s life is far from normal. His first reaction to the new place is that he’s been transported to a demon dimension. The way his life has been going, he wouldn’t be surprised. His hand hovers the hilt of a seraph blade and as he stares down the video with bright blue eyes.]

I don’t know who brought me here. If your sole intention was to kill me, come and find me.

[He was a Shadowhunter, he would rather die in battle than be hunted down like an animal.]

Otherwise, can someone explain why we have been kidnapped? What do they need us for?

intelligently

[ Guess who doesn't look quite so happy? Okay, she hasn't been happy since she got here but the more she hears the less happy she is. Especially when it doesn't come with explanations ]

I've got two problems. Other than being here. [ And other than the other problems ]

So everyone keeps talking about how we don't have much food, and that we'll end up being cannibals, but no one is saying anything about actually getting more food.

[ Does that worry no one? Is she the only one with priorities? Until she asks she'd probably think yes. So she's asked ]

I for one am not eating anyone. [ Not unless you're- Okay. She probably wouldn't- definitely wouldn't go cannibal on even the hottest guy ] And even if people died we'd still run out. [ And she wasn't advocating killing anyone either just pointing it out ]

So. Is anyone else even concerned? [ Bring your explanations and plans and everything she's not yet been told minus the food scare ]

Second. For everyone who says I've been here before? That wasn't me. That was some other me. [ She's totally going with Veronica's explanation thank you Veronica ] But. [ For the ever curious: ] I want to know what you know. About me- other me. Preferably now.

[ That's it. You can go now, unless you want to give her any kind of information? But she's done ]

heavensmostadorable

[Truth be told, he's nothing but confused. He's panicking quietly as his shaking hand messes with the device on his wrist, the one that just talked to him, trying to get it to give him more information, but it's not going well. Human technology isn't something he's ever bothered to figure out for a lack of needing to use it, and it doesn't help that he keeps throwing wary glances around himself every thirty seconds. Eventually though, he finds the video function and the feed flickers to life.

Hello, Cape Kore, have a rather frightened looking angel, propped up against the first building he could find, staring through the feed. Of course, to the untrained eye, he appears to be nothing more than a battered minor, but regardless, he's there. He's just been through torture for weeks on end, and unfortunately, it shows. The appearance clashes rather oddly with the bright red and white uniform he's wearing, but that's hardly a concern as he's focused on the device, trying to sort out what it's doing. He's tired and confused, not to mention in pain and possibly still bleeding a little. It's hard to tell, and he hasn't bothered to check. Nonetheless, he does finally realize the video has to be transmitting to others, and figures he ought to take advantage of it.]

...Hello? I don't...understand what this is, or what's going on...

[He trails off with a look that's a mixture of distress and frustration, and yet another glance around is taken, as though he's waiting for someone to jump out at him any time now.]

Cape Kore? That's--...That's what this place is called? But...this isn't where I was, I... I don't understand... [Then he realizes he probably looks like he's freaking out. Because he is, but he's supposed to hold his composure no matter what. A pause, and a breath is drawn in as he tries to calm himself down. It doesn't really work, but he manages to at least look a little more calm.] I don't know if there's anyone else here... This place looks deserted, but if there are people here...I think I need assistance. Even if someone could simply explain what's happened, or what this place is...

[He'll also take answers on how he got here if anyone has them, but honestly, he's still pretty unsure that there's anyone out there to hear him.]

voliere

[ Okay, so figure out the things you know, Elizabeth. List them off for sure.

This is solid ground. She knows - it's a little disorienting, really, because as stable as Columbia is, you're always aware you're on what is essentially a giant hot air balloon. Sort of. Not really. The physics are complicated.

She's in a church. It's devoid of the imagery she's used to, though. No Prophet, no Lamb, no False Shepherd. No Booker. No men trying to capture her (yet). And no tears, or at least, none she can see at the moment. The thing on her wrist is a little like a voxophone with a screen, she's thinking, squinting at it thoughtfully. It had spoken to her a few minutes ago, but she hadn't been able to get it to play again. In fiddling with it, she's managed to start recording herself, though she has no idea that she is on camera.

Alright. So that's figured out. Now to find Booker. He has to be here - did she accidentally bring them somewhere? They'd just been outside the Hall of Heroes - she had heard gunfire, and then she was suddenly here. What's going on? ]

Mr. DeWitt? [ She calls quietly, the camera only half on her face as she opens the door to the outside, frowning. ] ... Booker?

magnets

[ The camera turns on just as Jesse mops a hand over his face, tiredly or some such. It's been a long day and it's quiet, the too kind of quiet that he can't find himself really handling all too well. ] So, uh. I was thinkin'.

[ What was he thinking? He takes a nervous drag off a cigarette as his hand comes back to settle on the back of his neck instead, and he earnestly regards the camera. ]

Anyone feel like doin' somethin'? Guess this place doesn't have, y'know, anything real cool. Like go karts or movies or whatever. Guess there's nothin' on the tube but static. [ Which he's been watching for the last hour, but that's nobody's business. ]

I don't know, this place got board games or anything? What's, uh. What's anyone gotta do for fun around here, am I right?

bluesrat

[It's pretty clear from the video that the device has been turned on by accident, since the first view is partly up someone's nose. It's not a small nose, but a squinting blue eye quickly replaces it as the central focus, before the video pulls out to show the whole, narrow, lined face. The owner of the face mutters, half to himself, but clearly audible over the sounds of the water on the shore nearby.]

Hunh. It didn't do that before.

[There's another startling moment of video while he taps the screen with one calloused finger.]

Calling Dick Tracy? I don't know where Cape Kore is or how I got here, but I'm pretty sure you don't want me. If anyone's listening, I'd be glad for directions to the train station, and I'll just be on my way.

mentis

[ He's in the library, that much is evident by the rather large collection of books to his left and the stacks behind him. His too large shirt sleeves are pushed up and his hair is a mess as though he's spent hours running his hands through it in frustration. But it's a good place to be and if he doesn't do this now he might never. It's important. For Charles the library is neutral territory, it's public and open and safe ( or as safe as anywhere is here ). He wouldn't want to do this at home any more than he would ask people to come to him out there. The elbow of his right arm rests on the table as his other hoists the device up for him to be seen. ]

The past couple of weeks have been interesting, yes? [ Charles doesn't sound as bright as he usually is, if anything he has steel under his voice. This isn't the post of a soft, bumbling professor, this is a man who's decided to take action. ] It made me think a great deal. Erik coming back helped solidify this. [ There you go Lehnsherr, he knows you won't announce yourself to the masses so he'll do it for you. ] The more I talk to people the more I realise we're all rather blind to each other and the experiences of this place. Different camps, divides and distrust and a very distinct layer of fear. I believe our captors would rather like it if we turned on each other, destroyed ourselves from the inside while they continued their little experiment. I don't think we should allow that. So I have a proposal. We each have skills that would be of use to each other, abilities that someone might find themselves gravely in need of. I'm aware some of us have teamed up rather effectively and well done, that kind of initiative is splendid. I have an idea to make a recording of each of our skills; something we can access in times of need rather like Mr. Rogers' idea of keeping paintings for when one of us goes missing. So if someone needs to ... install a window or rebuild part of a wall, we will be able to go to the person who would now how.

[ A pause, and then his expression shifts. He is no longer talking of building or of gardening anymore. ] But I also know there are those who have rather abnormal abilities. You might be too afraid to speak of them and I understand, I do. But you should not be frightened. In my world we call these specific powers a mutation. You might call them something different and that's all right, I'm not going to be pedantic. These evolutionary gifts can be alarming to some, may invoke fear to the ignorant, but hiding them - especially in a place like this - will do no good. [ His shoulders square slightly. ] If any of you are worried that this is a trap, that I could be leading you into danger, I will put you at rest immediately.

[ Blue eyes serious. ] I myself am a mutant. Some would call me a telepath. My mutation allows me to read the minds of those around me. [ A small, crooked smile. He thinks of Jubilee telling him he should try and push out further, thinks of her thoughts on the X-Men and his leadership skills. He's afraid that announcing this might put some people off him, but he has to. Perhaps he is not that man yet but he would like to be. ] There are other things this ability allows me to do - things that may sound terrible but in the right circumstances can be useful. [ Unbidden the image of Ned's blood on the floor comes to him. Perhaps this will be good, a layer of accountability for Charles himself. Though it is not the main reason and cannot be. ] I am telling you this simply to give you an idea. We might worry about how people will see us if our powers are strange and unusual, are seen as dangerous, but that will have to be accepted. The people who are hostage on this island are not the enemy. So I'm asking each of you to be brave. [ Another small smile. ] And to trust me.

[ It's done now. ] If you would like to come forward in person I will be here for the rest of the day. Thank you.

mentis

[ Charles is a man who has his heart on his sleeve and his pain clearly written in too bright blue eyes so of course it makes sense to deliver the message in audio format. It does nothing to mask the weary panic in his voice but at least the full extent is hidden as best as he can. ]

It would appear both Raven and Erik are missing. [ The grief that rattles in his system is like a tempest. He'd woken so relieved, the burst of sound crackling through his mind, the sudden flux of voices in his head, he'd been joyous for a moment before the crushing blow had fallen. He couldn't feel either of them - extending his mind as far as he could, pressing beyond all his strength to try and reach them. They weren't anywhere he could sense and it had closed his throat with a pain that he hadn't been used to.

Some point in the morning everything had flooded back, Ned's blood on the floor and the sharp tang of metal on his tongue and he'd thought of course. Twenty-something years of restraint and it had all broken down and now he could not find his sister or his best friend.

Clearing his throat as he tries to stop certain questions in their tracks without - but what is the point of hiding what he is if he'd turned into a monster any way? ] I don't think they are still on the island. I would know. I thought I should pass on the message either way.

[ Nothing else to say, Charles clicks off the feed. ]

bostonhowler

[She's walking near the rotten piers, looking at her wrist. Her wings behind her are fluttering in the slight breeze.]

I was wondering if anyone had seen any barbecues around? It's cold, but I'm from Boston, so we're used to winter barbecuing.

I was going to -

[She trips and falls forward.]

Ow, what's -

[Her wrist twists as she scrambles away screaming in that high-pitched horror movie way. There's a brief flash of legs and then a flare of fire as the wooden piers catch behind her.

She's framed in flame, staring at the half a body.]

HUNTERS!

justrunsasaloon

[Her face is a mass of scrapes and cuts. One is still seeping down the side of her face. Her right eye swells shut even as she stares at the thing on her wrist. The swelling eye has broken blood vessels and there's blood - some hers - all over her.

Behind her, the sun is slowly setting, turning everything golden and red. Two colors that she never wants to see ever again.

She can’t quite believe where the hell she’s at, or what’s going on.

The voice hadn't been helpful. If she is here, where is Jo? Dirty tear streaks are visible. But she's not crying now. She's just tired. And hurt.

Whispy blonde hairs fly off of her shoulder as the wind tugs them away. Her hand appears in the frame, covered in blood with broken nails and dirt ground into the skin. It’s also shaking. She uses the back to shove her hair out of her face. All that does is open a soft scab on her forehead, making it bleed more.]

If this is heaven, I ain’t impressed. Where the hell is my daughter?

[OOC: She has just gone through an explosion and looks it. Yes, she has some pretty horrible looking injuries (from her app: Nails in her arms (4), some deep cuts, a mild concussion, blown out eardrum, her right eye will have destroyed blood vessels in it, cracked collarbone, bruises (all over), scratches, a few first degree flash burns, splinters that will have to work their way out; nothing is life threatening, but it will need medical attention, and time. All of it will heal, given time.) but all will, eventually heal. Anyone that wants to come bully her is welcome. Medical personnel is doubly welcome.]

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. ]

dowhatisays

[After last night, Charlie is treating himself to one of his precious rationed cigarettes. He really fucking needs it. He's not in his full suit as he sits smoking at the kitchen table, but just his open vest and shirt sleeves, and his normally slicked down hair is standing directly upwards in messy curls.]

You knows, I thought I'd met some sadistic bastards in my day. Turns out they ain't got nothing on the figlio di puttanta running this place.

[He takes another very long drag from his cigarette and blows is out slowly. Any seasoned smokers may notice that he's producing about twice as much smoke as he should from one cigarette.]

You know what's good for you? Stay the fuck away from house number 19 until whatever the fuck this is blows over.

[ooc: Dragon!Charlie is feeling pouty to do a slight kidnapping he may have instigated last last night. He will be hanging out on top of his pile of gold smoldering gently all day so drop by, only leave your valuables at home.]

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