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Uhh...hey. [Courtney appears in the feed with a cup of cocoa visible by her elbow, and a stack of papers. In point of fact, they're her papers, although she's been looking for a library. Still, it makes her look more studious and serious than she actually is.]

I have a question, and it's probably only answerable by magic-y types. I mean, anyone can weigh in if you want to, but, you know. Sorcerers, witches, angels, demons, whoever:

One of the things I learned early on at home was riding light waves in order to get into places through glass. It's not that tricky. Riding sound waves is something I was working on with my brother before I left. I'm not sure I'm comfortable doing it alone, but I know it's possible.

What I'm wondering is whether it'd be possible to use magic to ride radio waves, or whatever these communicators use to link up. Because it's hell finding my way around this place, and it'd be way easier to get to people who need help or whatever if I could just zap there through the feed.

Anyone have ideas? I haven't gotten to physics yet in school. [She makes a sheepish face and reaches for her cocoa.]

notapawn

[The moment she wakes up, Katniss knows this is wrong. This isn't where she's supposed to be. She's supposed to be in the arena, supposed to be protecting Peeta. The last thing she remembers... It only takes a second to come back to her. The last thing she remembers is Cinna being dragged away and her being lifted up to the arena. That's it, then she's here. She didn't get a glimpse at the arena, but this can't be it. Especially not if she's just waking up. It doesn't make any sense at all, but this isn't the Games. This is...

In an instant, she's on her feet, looking around the room quickly, anxious and afraid. She'd have guessed this has something to do with the Capitol, but when she gets to the door, she can open it. She can exit into the hall, walk down along it, open other doors if she wants. Not confined to one room, not in any sort of custody. The more she figures out, the less sense the whole situation manages to make. And it doesn't do anything to staunch her worries about Cinna. Or Peeta, for that matter. Clearly she can't protect him from here.

Eventually, she makes her way back to the room she started in. The one she realizes has her name on it. Not just a room, apparently it's her room. On the desk inside, she finds the device and, with some hesitation, inspects it. The message plays, and while it doesn't clear anything up, it manages to increase her concern, worry her more. Cape Kore? Don't try to leave? No. She has to leave, she can't stay here whether this Science Center is somewhere in the Capitol or not. She has to make sure Peeta is safe.

That's when she figures out that she can use this device to send out a message.]

What is this? Why am I here instead of in the arena? [When she appears on screen, she does her best to keep her fear hidden. Her expression is unreadable at best, and at worst, she looks mad. She is mad. She's not supposed to be here, they're supposed to just let her die in the Games, not take her out of them and kill her themselves. If that's even what this is.] Where did you take Cinna? And where's Peeta?

[The least they could have done, she figures, is let her protect him. Let her help him to win. Then they'd be rid of her and he could live. For a moment, she just stares down at the device, into the camera. There are plenty more questions that she'd like to ask, but these are the most important. And who knows if she'll even get an answer?]

What's the point of this?

dontgetcarter

Hello?

[The feed is focused on a young teen's face. Her hair's dirty, there are bags under her eyes, and there's evidence of having recently had a bloody nose as well as a spatter of it across her cheek. Though she at least seems to know what to do with a smartphone, she still gives the phone a confused frown.]

Is this even... I don't think I called anyone? Maybe it's like a public broadcast? Or I'm just talking to myself.

Okay, if anyone can see this, can you let me know, please? Even if you don't have any information or whatever, I am freaking the hell out, please just let me know there's someone else here. I mean, if you've got answers, I am so not about to turn that down, because I've got about a million questions, but, y'know. One thing at a time, right?

labyrinthrunner

[When she opened her eyes again, Sarah found herself in a room. Not her room, but a room. She was back in her jeans thank goodness. That dress had been uncomfortable. But where was she. It had to be somewhere in the Labyrinth.

She sat up and looked to the nightstand. A... thing sat there. A thing with an inviting button. She picked it up and pressed it only to hear a message telling her welcome to the Science Center, that it was her new home, and to enjoy her stay. She pushed a few more buttons and accidentally turned on the video broadcast without realizing it.]

Video

[The camera is trained on the ceiling when it opens up, but it moves around, occasionally landing on a girl's face. It's as though she's turning the thing around.]

New home? That's not right. This is some sort of trick. Hoggle? Ludo?

[Silence... the camera stops facing a wall.]

I wonder what's outside the door. Come on feet. We can't find Toby or the Goblin City unless we start walking.

[The video shakes as she steps. A door opens and closes. Now the viewer is staring down a hallway.]

My name is on the door? But that's... this whole place is wrong. It's not at all like the rest of the labyrinth...

[Back to a wall, it's clear the person with the phone has started walking. When she talks next, her voice is raised as she shouts for someone.]

Hoggle? Ludo!.... Sir Didymous? Are any of you there? We have less than a half hour...

Action
[Sarah can be found wondering the halls looking for her friends or a way out if you encounter her.]

runboyrun

H-hey, has anyone-

[Stiles has to swallow a few times before he can keep talking. His voice is thick, rough, and although he's not crying any more, there are still tear-tracks down his cheeks, red where he's been scrubbing at them.]

Has anyone else been... hallucinating dead people? They're hallucinations, right? They've gotta be...

Ellen? I tried the salt. She didn't- it didn't work.

Current Mood: crushed

primogen_vampirate

[Mina's sounding particularly displeased. So displeased, in fact, that the observant might note that her accent is slipping a little bit. Normally, she speaks with a posh and pronounced RP. But at the moment, a little cockney is slipping in.]

If any of you happen to see a stout matron in a corset and ringlets, just kick her and tell the cow to sod off.

[She pauses.]

If a ghost can be kicked. If not, a simple "sod off" will do.

velveteenwolf

[The view is just of white and flickering glimpses of the same stainless steel furniture at first, as if someone just dropped the phone on the floor -- ohwait. There's a hand, and some fingers pushing at the screen and muted curses, and then a face wayyyy too close to the camera. When it pulls back, there's a boy that can't be older than his late teens frowning.

He taps the screen.]

Is this thing on? Well, fuck it. Whatever. If you can hear this, then-- Shit, I dunno. Say something cute, sing me a line from your favorite song, or whatever it is kids do for kicks here.

[There's a shrug of his shoulders, and people don't understand how grateful they should be that he found clothes first. He's dressed in whatever he pulled out of the dresser, instead of just his boxers. He's hurt and confused and the pain is still raw on his face, in his slightly red eyes, even as he tries to play it off.]

So, what the fuck is this place, anyway? Some new, extra-fucked-up wing of the Godfrey Institute? Or is this some new brand of horror because life just doesn't suck enough? By the way-- yeah, I got the stalker-date love message: I'm still just not that into you.

So, right, anyway. Does anyone out there- if there is anyone out there- want to explain just what the fuck this place is and why I'm here?

[There's a pause.]

I don't like how this place smells.

kore_npc

I've been asked to announce a formalized system of keeping track of who's here and who isn't, and also to introduce the idea of a buddy system. There's a list in the city hall, which will serve as the main registry.

Ideally, everyone will make themselves accountable to a few other people. Groups of three or four ought to be enough. Every day, each member of the group should check in with the others. Should anyone be missing, the others in the group ought to update the registry accordingly.

Currently, the project is headed up by Jo Harvelle and Balthazar; I'm simply the messenger.

[ He smiles, but it's thin, and it becomes apparent that something's been weighing him down all this time. He ducks his head for a moment, and then picks it up again. ]

Speaking of those who are now missing, when he was here, Charles Xavier helped me with a small... problem I have. Had.

[ He trails off, a haunted look in his eyes, and he tries again. ]

It seems our scientist overseers saw it fit to... erase my memory. I've been here much longer than most of the others here, save for a few. We were all holdovers from the previous group of residents, a group that, I'm sorry to say, was much more unfortunate than us.

They... found a way to escape. They thought they had planned in private, but when they went to execute their plan, the scientists... caught them. [ It's clear that's a much softer description for what happened than he really ought to use. ]

The few of us they didn't... restrain, they wiped our memories of the events and returned us here, just as the machine bringing and holding us here repopulated the town.

I've been debating sharing this news with you, as I'm not sure if it will endanger us all, but I don't think I can bear the weight of it anymore.

didnotsaunter

[At first there's just the sound of waves lapping the shore, that and a strange, muted crunching. It's only when the camera swerves abruptly to show the cloudy sky, and whoever is holding it emits a groan, does it become apparent that Kore's got a new arrival. Someone who had the misfortune to appear on the beach as the tide is coming in.]

What the-- [The video jostles, showing momentary glimpses of soaked shoes and furiously backpedaling legs kicking up mounds of sand. And then, finally, a face, twisted in confusion and rage, that nobody's going to be terribly chuffed to see. Especially when he starts roaring.]

Have you any idea how much these things cost? They're Enzo bloody Bonafes!

[And he's not any happier when he gets a good look around, let him tell you.]

Well? Come out and show yourselves! Do you really think you can just... kidnap the King of Hell?

quis_ut_deus

[Upon arrival, Michael's first act isn't to peruse the network or to seek to make contact with anyone. Instead he acts on instinct, outraged that anyone would try to prevent him from returning to his duties in Heaven, and tries to fly away - only to drop to the ground like a stone as he hits an intangible barrier that folds his wings back for him.

This trip off-course is going to take a little while, it seems.

It's on his way back from the forest, on foot, that he finally reaches for the device on his wrist and addresses the network. The walk has at least given him time to reign in his temper.]

Interesting creatures you have here in your forests - Cape Kore, was it? I haven't seen some of them in at least sixty million years. I didn't think human technology had progressed far enough to resurrect creatures that long-dead.

[In fact, he knows it hasn't, but that's far from the strangest thing going on here. More baffling and more aggravating still is how anyone could have pulled him from where he had intended to go to... this place. Rerouting an archangel is not an easy task.

Most wouldn't consider it a task worth the potential consequences, either. Michael is visibly annoyed.]

But what I find a great deal more impressive is whatever method you've devised to suppress Grace. It must have taken some very elaborate spellwork to create a barrier that not even I can pass through. I don't care for it.

Brothers, I expect to hear from you. I want to know exactly what's going on here.

[He's not yet far enough away from the town's limits and their inhibitory effects on his Grace to be able to discern exactly who is here, but he can tell that he's not the only angel in the area.]

heart_of_a_witch

[When the feed comes on, the face that's visible is quite youthful; rounded, dark-eyed, framed with wispy, pale-blond hair (pulled back in a clip shaped like a bat). The girl's expression is more than fearless, though. It's downright grim.]

Wilf, this isn't funny. Get in touch right now or so help me...

[And then the look wavers into genuine worry. The wrist holding the communicator angles away, showing a flash of woods, and then a few bouncing motions as the person it's attached to begins walking quickly.

It's only a moment before she speaks again.] Right. If anyone other than Disembodied Creepy McRobo-Voice is out there listening, let me know if you see my brother. Sixteen, my coloring, usually wears a stupid hat with cat ears on it.

I'm heading southwest now, away from the woods, because something big just growled at me.

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