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[The video comes on, showing Dilandau crouched on the ground, pressing his back into a corner. Though he's trying to focus on his screen, his eyes are darting everywhere, checking for threats and spies. He looks drawn and terrified.

He licks his lips, opens his mouth to ask a question, then closes it. He swallows and tries again]

What did you do to our house, woman?

[That attempt at sounding like his usual self fell flat, since he doesn't dare speak above a croaky whisper. The Sorcerers who hold them have made it clear that he's at their mercy. He doesn't dare try to attract their attention again.]

burnburnburn

[Dilandau's lounging at his kitchen table, nursing a steaming mug and propping his face up with his left hand. His hair is damp and loose to his shoulders and he's only in his lilac undershirt, but despite this he's made sure that he doesn't look dishevelled before he starts filming himself.

He sounds a bit bored as he begins]

The butterfly I'm barracking with hasn't shown his face for a while. Twenty-four, if you've moved out, come and fetch your stuff or I'm using it as fuel for my next bonfire.

[The view swings wildly, showing a neat kitchen and his armoured jacket slung on a nearby chair as he grabs his mug and drains it. When he swings the camera back to his face he's looking more awake]

Wallie, get your kilt on and come to our usual sparring spot in thirty miets. If we don't get that bulk of yours moving soon you'll go slack again.

[The jibe is in good humour, which shows in his sharp grin he flashes before he turns the feed off]

mostexquisite

[After prodding unhelpfully at the device fastened to her wrist, Emma frowns. A message saying she couldn’t leave wasn’t something she was entirely comfortable with. Even if it was currently broadcasting she had nothing to fear about others. Boldly she held her hand away from her body, slipping into her diamond form regardless of the recording. She tried to shake the device loose. Nothing happened, it wasn’t exactly painful it just wasn’t convenient.

She slips back into her normal form, lifting the device to eye level and putting on her best sympathetic smile of a face.]

Good afternoon, fellow townspeople. My name is Emma Frost, and why its just a pleasure to be here. [There’s a small twitch in her facial expression, as if she were going to laugh.]

Someone be a dear and direct me to whoever’s in charge? I think I need to have a good old fashioned sit down, obviously someone’s made a mistake.

[She stares into the screen with what would probably be seen as quite a cold smile. She definitely had some things to do, people to meet. Factions to establish.]

Oh, and if you can't find me someone in a position of power? I'd love a glass of wine to help me get my head around things.

[She wasn't even particularly bothered, considering the fact that she'd been lifted straight out of a cell. From one confine to another, and she'd adapt to this new way of living.]

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. ]

notrosesshadow

[To anyone who has been to the clinic when it was still there, that's where you'll see Martha when the video opens up.]

In an attempt to be of some use around here, I'm opening up the clinic again. I have my credentials from Royal Hope Hospital in London circa 2008. I also have experience treating non-humans thanks to some travel in both time and space. Most recently, I have gained experience as a field medic.

For anyone who has been seeing Dr. Barrett as your physician while here on this island, you may keep seeing her. But more doctors are always helpful.

If you have any questions or would like to sit for a physical, you may talk to me here or come visit the clinic. If not, that's perfectly fine too.

[Of course, baseline physicals would be much better, but she's not going to push anyone. Martha wants to be trusted above anything else.]

burnburnburn

[Dilandau appears on screen, looking better than he has for weeks. The bruises on his face have vanished and the pained, angry lines that had started to develop on his forehead have smoothed away completely. He's confident and eager in a way he hasn't been since planning the breakout.]

If any of you were sensible, you'd have gone to visit Mayor Stane to see the paper he obtained. It confirms what I suspected, that we've been kidnapped from our realities by these Sorc- scientists to provide military advantage. We'll either be soldiers or we'll be the blueprints for them to alter their own soldiers.

They know more about us than we know about each other. While we're working to feed ourselves they're watching us and deciding whose abilities will suit their needs. People come and people disappear and they must have vanished for a reason: either they were useless or they were exactly what the Sorcerers needed.

Has anyone kept lists of who vanished? Do you know the powers or the history of those who vanished? There'll be a pattern in there somewhere, if they're working with any sense. If we can see the pattern, we'll know who's likely to vanish next. We can prepare.

[He falls silent for a moment before leaning back and curling his mouth into his usual, cocky smirk]

And speaking of abilities, if any of you have a sword, bring it to the grassy area south of the town. I need sparring partners who can keep up with me.

blackmagus

[Fortescue is sitting in the gazebo as she fiddles with the wrist comm. Jazz is visible in the background, on one of the rails; he has a beetle pinned under one black paw, apparently for his own amusement.

She's staving off a headache by taking a break in her fishing. Using magic has its problems.]

Our worlds seem to share plenty of differences, but the similarities, I think, are just as interesting. Shared ideas amongst the multiverse. So, if you'd care to indulge me, what are some of your favorite things in popular culture?

( Private to Donna. )

( Private to Erik. )

philologist

[This video seems to be broadcast from the library. The view is from some distance away on a table from an uncomfortable angle. The one it is focused on is what seems to be a man from neck to waist -- which is where the table is. In front of him are his hands, folded together neatly. His voice comes a moment later, confirming that he is, indeed, a he. It is pleasant and friendly (albeit a touch tired).]

Hello. My name is Daniel Jackson -- Doctor, actually -- Doctor Daniel Jackson. Hi. [He already said that, but you can hear the awkward smile he's likely wearing in his voice. He unlatches his hands to offer a small wave.] I've been here for a while now. I... am not entirely sure how long! Long enough? That's not exactly a unit to measure time in, but it's the best guess I can give to it. Essentially it was day when I entered this building and now it's dark outside. Sooooooo, yeah. A while.

[He raises a hand and it comes to the side of his neck, just barely visible on the screen.] Just long enough to realize that I'm hungry and if I'm being frank with who or whatever is seeing this? Disoriented. [Aside from figuring out how to work the thing taking the video, he still isn't sure how long he's been here or how long he's been asleep. To top it off, his back and neck hurt. Likely from the odd, hunched over angle he'd passed out in.] I suppose what I'm getting at is that I could use a hand or two, perhaps a hand with a glass of water in it and another with a plate of waffles? [He laughs at his own joke. It sounds sheepish and a bit forced, like he is painfully self-aware right now.] That... uh. That would be too much to ask, I'm sure. So I'll just take a moment of your time? If that's alright? I can be found in the library. I think I'm the only one here...? So I shouldn't be hard to find.

[He pauses and reaches forward with his hand hovering just out of view, aiming to turn off the video.] Assuming I'm not Henry Bemis in this story. I've also only got one pair of glasses on hand... [He leans further in and there is a quick flash of what he looks like before the screen goes dark, barely there even if you press pause.]

tryingitall

I'm back, just in case anyone was wondering; it's possible you weren't, of course, since I have no idea how long I was gone.

But someone has clearly been watering my garden, so thank you for that! And the radishes are ready.

buckleupforsafety

Kore. Mr. Kore? [Wait, he's a villain with his own land mass.] Kore the Great?

I know Section 12 Subsection E Paragraph mrmrm [24 mumbles this because he doesn't actually remember the number.] of the Guild handbook states that any kidnapped henchman should be allowed to record a tearful message pleading with his boss to have mercy and save his worthless life within 48 hours of his capture, but can we hurry it up?

If The Monarch thinks I'm dead and not being being held prisoner, they're going to give away my room in the cocoon. I'll have to sleep in the basement with the new recruits. Do you know how many of them have nightmares? I'll never get a good night's sleep again!

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. ]

aucella

Hello...uh...everyone.

[She was a lot more dirty and bloody the last time she popped up but now she looks cleaner, more calm and her wounds are all either bandaged or stitched up thanks to the clinic and its supplies. She doesn't look like she's going to start singing and dancing but Lara isn't snarling at the screen anymore so...there's that.]

To those that intercepted my first call...I would like to apologize for my -- behavior when I arrived. I wasn't in possession of all my faculties I guess and I'm sorry if I was...less than civil.

[She's figured out that everyone's just as trapped as she is. No reason to distrust these people unless they show evidence of being a crazy mob. This place might not be Yamatai but it could certainly become it.]

I've uh, decided to join the hunting group. If there's anyone who could use a partner or anyone who could show me which spots are best for picking off dinner...I'd be grateful.

[She's just about to turn the feed off, go back to trying to get some sleep (and failing) when she changes her mind. Screw sleeping.]

There are some people I need to say goodbye to, is there a bar around here?

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.

burnburnburn

[Dilandau's lying on the sofa in his living room, holding his arm above his head to film. He's forgone his usual armour-and-diadem getup for a red shirt from the wardrobe. The swelling on his face has gone down, but the bruising has faded into an unattractive yellow]

Kenzi, I've finished that trap. Come to 15 and I'll show you how to set it up. I'll make another once we're sure it works.

[To everyone else, the message seems to end for a moment as he makes a message Private to Maggie]

Maggie, I want to see you later too. I've got questions about those dreams of yours.

[To everyone else, the message appears to start up again as he switches back to a public message.

His expression sours and he pushes his hair off of his forehead, huffing. He's obviously irritated at having to ask something that he feels beneath him]

Is there anything useful to do that doesn't involve heavy labour? I'll even take recommendations for books that won't bore me to sleep if there's nothing to be done. Or Mina, have you found any herbs that'll speed up bone healing since we've spoken?

[He very much doubts that the answer will be 'Yes', but it never hurts to ask.]

bostonhowler

[The breeze pushes her heavy hair behind her. She takes a deep breath and then puts a smile on for the camera. It's tentative, but there.]

I owe apologies. Quite a few of them. Riley, Charlie, St. Raphael, Derek....

[She pauses.]

Dilandau.

I had some personal trouble recently and lashed out at those that didn't deserve it. I apologize for not being able to keep my temper and for not explaining anything.

[Another pause.]

And for still not explaining anything.

I just... Please accept my apology. For those that don't wish to, [Dilandau] I understand.

I'm going to be staying at the lighthouse a bit, I think. I need the perspective and if something happens again, there won't be anyone to take the brunt of it. Except some seagulls, but they're usually pretty forgiving.

onteamdyson

Sooooo ... Unless she joined the witness protection program or something, Ruby's kinda missing. Haven't even invaded any of her dreams, qu'est-ce que le hell? And I mean, like I'm seriously worried about her and shit, but-- Fuck it. We gotta eat.

Hey, all my hunting peeps! Hi! How ya doin'. My name is Kenzi, I'll be your wildlife murdering consultant from now on. This shit is gonna get organised and we are gonna go out there and shoot stuff and then bring it home and then eat it! Who's with me? Not... not now. I'm just saying. If no one else is gonna step up, I can totally do this. So who's metaphorically with me?

[Private to Jesse Pinkman]

So you're totes coming over for dinner, dude. Not a question. You better get your ass over here later, I'm serious.

thezerothlaw

I must say that I have found the process of dreaming to be an interesting experience. I did not think that once I had returned to my normal state after having been human I would be able to experience it again, though other people's dreams was not something I anticipated.

[Daneel's manner is, as always, solemn, but he seems to have a certain extra weight to his words today. He has a serious matter to address.]

To anyone whose dreams I may have intruded upon, I beg your pardon.

[With that out of the way, he straightens.]

I have always considered humanity to be something other than myself, and something greater. There are a number of traits I have thought myself incapable of, but now I am not certain of that. A redefinition is necessary. I have an important question, and if anyone can spare the time to answer it, I would greatly appreciate it.

Namely, how would you define a sentient being that could be referred to as a person?

hellionated

[ The video shows a very large, very blue eye blinking directly into it. Almost as soon as it appears, the camera pans out to show Julian's face, and then it seems to hover directly in front of him. His shoulders are down but the camera is directly in front, held by his telekinesis which also happens to be holding the gauntlet it's attached to. Julian walks along like this is completely normal. Once it reaches what he thinks is a reasonable distance, the Town Center with its fountain can be seen behind him.

His expression is a sardonic smirk, and his voice is a drawl. He doesn't sound panicked. ]

So, Cape Kore. My 'new home'. That's cute. What is this, like Survivor for mutants? I see the cameras. You guys aren't subtle, whoever you are.

[ The camera comes closer again, and something bright and metal taps the face of his watch. ]

Who's even on the other side of this thing? I'm fucking talking to myself, aren't I. What a joke...

[ He rolls his eyes, and for a moment looks like he's about to turn this off. Then he appears to think better of it. His face hardens, and his lips compress into a line. ]

Whatever. This is Hellion, I'm with the X-Men. If anyone's out there, sound off. I need to get off this ride, and one of you is gonna tell me how, right now, or I'm going to take every one of those little cameras and grind them to dust.

Start talking.

superskelton

[Video]

[Someone isn't exactly used to the wrist communicator just yet. As is probably pretty evident when the video kicks in mid sentence.]

--oody thing. [He looks pretty pleased at succeeding in making it do something. Unfortunately that wasn't quite what he was intending and that look is quickly replaced by confusion.] Wait, is that a video?

[He taps it, interest momentarily overriding his annoyance with it. He spends a few moments turning the video off and on again, obviously impressed despite his situation. This is repeated about five times before the video is turned off and stays off completely. Instead he switches it to audio.]

[Audio]

This is DC Skelton. I dunno if you can hear this, or I'm just standing here looking like a tosser. Just to let you know I got your message. I don't really want to stay here. If you could sort something out to get me home... proper home... that'd be a good idea. The charges for kidnapping a police officer are probably pretty high, so it's in your best interests to let me go now so's you won't be in so much trouble. I mean, you'll still be arrested, but if you let me go sooner they might be a bit more lenient with you. Possibly. If you get a judge that's soft enough.

[There's an awkward, drawn out pause.]

...so, I'll leave you to think about it. Ta.

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.

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