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[Emma felt the tremors when they first came, it was a shame considering she had just moved a mirror into her room and it fell over with a resounding crack. There's a grimace on her face when she flips on her video to the network.]

Well, this is interesting at least...

[There's a small moment where she turns to diamond, god forbid the ceiling cave in and kill her. She stares into the device quite unsure what to do, but you can see that she slowly starts to walk out of her house. Picking up a jacket, mostly in case she felt like returning to her normal form and it was cold, she crosses the threshold to her house to stand outside and observe the damage.]

Anyone wanna tell a girl just what's going on?

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. ]

plagiary

[ Today Mr. Eames is wearing an ill-fitting shirt that opens wide at the collar and exposes the black swirl of ink against his chest. His free hand is wrapped tightly around a cup of hot water, the steam rising to play against the edges of the feed. ]

All right, desperate times and all. I was going to save these - [ Flicking his fingers as though pushing through water and lifting the battered pack of cigarettes up from the table into view. ] - until I found a person with coffee. Or Earl Grey. Now I'm thinking my efforts would be better spent gathering a little more information. [ Willingly or unwillingly, he has a plan. ] I've been watching you lot and I can only surmise we all have our own specialist fields. Whether it be that you're a doctor or you spend your weekends fighting dragons, we've all got something that defines us. And right now I'm looking for someone who's interests lie in a labratory. Any of you charming people happen to be a chemist? [ A bright smile that shows off his crooked teeth and makes his expression darker. ] I need someone. I need someone to have a little chat with, it won't take long. And I'm very good company.

[ His plan is as follows. Bribe, barter, steal his way into possession of enough chemicals to make somnacin. Find someone to build a PASIV. Figure out if he's dreaming. But the vague of criminal undertone doesn't have to be said. Eames' pose is loose and welcoming but there's something about the way the fabric pulls taught against his muscles that promise he is capable of great violence. But that brings him to his next point. ] And anyone who's any good at cobbling together these retro bits of machinery. I know I certainly have a soft spot for the eighties but we've made a good way in the world and I miss my sodding iPad.

Just remember: you don't have to be a smoker, you just have to be aware that these are as valuable as gold dust. Prison rules seem to have set in quickly. You can find me at house fourteen.

zen_navigator

[The video feed starts and quickly travels up over an unathletic naked torso before landing on Dirk's face. By the background of the shot, it's easy to figure that he's in his bedroom and has just woken up. His eyes are unfocused, his hair ever wilder than usual, and his breath coming in quick breaths that suggest he's calming himself down from a panic.]

People of Cape Kore... [He clears his throat and blinks a few times, seeming to come more awake as he does.] I'm am fairly certain that I have experienced an episode of narcoleptic clairvoyance.

[In his dream, he is on the beach, staring out at the sea. Without warning or preparation, he's underwater, a mute and helpless observer to the fresh scene presented to him. Through the murky distance, the tentacled arm of some great sea monster wraps around a flailing body and pulls it away out of sight. He's left standing on the beach once more, seeing nothing but the waves.]

As some of you know, I have a...facility for predicting the future in my sleep. I have seen...a kraken. Taking...I don't know whom. Someone. I don't think the ocean is safe now or in the near future.

[He drags a hand over his face, and his voice loses most of it's previous adamant intensity.] There is the possibility that I have been eating entirely too much fish. But I assure you that this vision felt very real.

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. )

ofwolfandman

[ The video comes on at a rather awkward angle, namely a slightly out-of-focus close-up of the small of someone's back, white t-shirt rucked up to show blurry tattooed skin. This is accompanied by audio, of course, which currently consists of a lot of cursing in both English and a language that might sound Slavic to anyone familiar with such things, while the person struggles with their position. Then the video shuts off again.

When it comes back, the position is really no less awkward, looking upward from somewhere near hip level, but there's finally a face to go with the voice - a face with a split lip, a black eye, and a scowl - before there's a growl and another minute of darkness and-- ]

Take me out to the middle of nowhere. Leave me in the tíživý handcuffs. Very funny, vy kusy dreka.

[ The camera is finally in front of him, taking in a glare and an angry show of just slighty too-sharp teeth. ]

What is this, then? Exile? Prison camp? One joke about animal control, Sheriff, and I swear. I will rip your ničvredenný face off. Give you a legitimate reason for this-- [ He sways a little, expression going a bit unfocused, tired even, and he pauses to collect himself before the rest comes out quieter, more matter-of-fact than energetically enraged. ] The Senate still votes tomorrow, with or without me. Branka can stand in my place. She's good, fierce... [ He trails off as his free hand gingerly touches the back of his head and he winces, the process of sitting himself down on the ground a bit too heavy. ] Úprimně? Just once, if I could be taken into custody without being concussed.

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.

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.

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... ]

justrunsasaloon

[Ellen's kicking back in the bar. She looks relaxed, considering the dream shenanigans going on. She sips coffee - or something that looks like coffee - out of a mug in her hand.]

I need some volunteers. Prefer people I know aren't going to go blind easily.

[She sips her mug again.]

Cas, if you wanna step up, I'll trust you.

First batch out of the still is ready. Who's up for being a guinea pig?

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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