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[ It's around noon when Jet Star finally turns on his communicator. He hasn't changed much at all, actually; he looks exactly the same as he had before all of this species mess had started. Of course, that doesn't tell anything - there have been others who look normal until something set them off.

He starts his broadcast with a heavy sigh, looking down at the communicator. It's far enough away from him that anybody watching could see the blank wall behind him. As always, his voice is calm and soft. Though this time, it's a little more authoritative. ]

When I first arrived here, I offered my medical skills to everybody here, as meager as they were. I seem to have come into possession of skills that are a little more powerful than before, so again, I extend the offer: if anybody needs medical attention, especially... now, send me a message. My name is Jet Star.

I'd like to use this for however long it may last.

[ It's not on purpose - but as he ends his broadcast, there's a soft light cast against the wall - and for those who are looking (it's hard to miss) the shadows of two large wings flicker against the blank surface, stay in sight for a moment, and then vanish. The feed cuts off. ]

afallenstar

It seems everyone's had quite the morning, so I'll keep this brief. If any of you think you might be the kind of powered up that can help figure out exactly what it is people are turning into, let me know.

In the mean time just...be careful, guys.

[[ Private to the Angelsibs and ~~honorarysib~~ housemate Chuck ]]

As someone [ see Gabriel, re: griping announcement earlier ] has mentioned already, there's something weird going on here. We're human now, completely, and Balthazar....
[ All in good time. ]

Obviously it's a little harder to keep in touch now, but are you all okay so far? No broken bones, stubbed toes, fatal injuries? Keep in touch, okay?

[[ Private to Fun Ghoul ]]

We have a bit of a situation here.

enchangement

The air tastes strange. [ River knows the video is on but she's not looking at it, allowing instead for the broadcast to show the hallway of house seventeen in the waning afternoon light.

An arm reaches out and a door swings open to a bedroom. Bed rumpled and several books scattered around but otherwise empty.

They took him and she doesn't know when. They took a note, the whole song is wrong now.

[ River sounds exhausted. ]

The air tastes strange. All the notes should be careful and keep themselves in tune.

retrograding

[Because the broadcast is a video, Jet Star comes on the screen with his hair somewhat tamed and his eyepatch in place. His expression is as calm as ever, and the video is steady. The only evidence that there might be something wrong is the sound of clattering and a somewhat distressed voice in the background - but Jet ignores that for the most part to address his audience.]

I have one very simple question for the people of this town today, and I like to think it isn’t an unreasonable request. Two friends of mine, Party Poison and Kobra Kid, have not been home for a while. Has anybody seen either of them? They’re rather hard to miss. Party Poison has red hair, and Kobra Kid is blonde, the former is short and the latter is tall --

[Fun Ghoul suddenly appears over Jet's shoulder, scowling at the communicator.]

One's fuckin' stupid, and the other one's twice as fuckin' stupid. Give 'em the real facts, Jet. Two days! [He holds up two fingers in front of Jet's face just in case you assholes forgot how to count.] Never gone this long without sayin' shit, ask that raccoon-eyed piece of work what she did with our boys--

[And he cuts himself off to disappear into the background again, sending something else crashing to the floor. Jet watches Ghoul stomp off with a sort of sad expression, and when he looks back at the communicator, the look sticks.]

We aren't accusing anyone of anything. But if you are out there, either of you - or if anybody knows where they might be, please let us know.

Please. Thank you. [And the feed cuts off. Jet has some calming to do, excuse him.]

greenisnteasy

[ Bruce smiles weakly into the feed, but it's clear that there's nothing happy in his eyes. It's just a way to start. ]

I'd like to apologize for what happened with the Hulk. For those of you who don't know, that was... me. The big green guy. And when I get too angry, he can... do that. What he did.

It never should have happened, and I'm truly sorry.

[ He gives the camera another grim expression, smile gone now, before he switches the feed off. ]

facilitated

[ Laura only really uses the network when she wants to talk to everyone - this is no exception. Pay attention, residents of Kore! She's offering up her services again - like hell if it's grave digging again though. This time it's far less morbid, and her cheerful demeanour says just as much. ]

So, fellow kidnap-ees! None of us like starving, and none of us like waiting on mysterious food drops for help? Well, a few people have brought it up, and we can't be stuck in winter forever, right?

[ She's been doing really well at super confident, dazzling smile up until now. It's slipping though, the closer she gets to actually suggesting useful ideas, the more nervous she seems to get. Laura is no public speaker, after all. ]

Basically, I lived on a farm my whole life. Like, literally. I worked on it my whole life too, and basically ran it the last year or so. So I figured, if anyone wants to learn how to do this stuff, I can show you, and if we start now? Well by the time we can actually start doing anything useful, everyone will know enough to help out.

[ She shrugs, offers another bright smile and gives a little wave. ]

Anyway, that's pretty much it so just, let me know okay? Okay.

charring

[Charlie skipped food. Dinner. Lunch yesterday. She's used to it. She just wanted to make sure her roommates had eaten. But now she's hungry and this calls for distraction. So she has an important question for you all, Kore.]

Okay. What's your favorite book? And does anyone have any books here that I can borrow?

[She heard all the crashing and chaos. She's not going out.]

worstpire

-- is this supposed to be?!

[ A pair of glasses and a bewildered expression bump into view for a second before the image is replaced once again with the dark ceiling of an attic. The floor creaks as he moves across it very slowly. ]

I thought he'd kill us, not... fucking... If this is some kind of v-hab I'm gonna lose my sh--OW!!!

[ The image jerks, and there's a sound almost like sizzling as Conrad jumps back and nearly falls on his ass in the process. There's a very pained 'mmmmfffffrrrrrrggghhhh' noise and some cursing through gritted teeth for a moment. ]

Son of a bitch! Ngh -- A - oh, fuck this - A-Adelaide? Anyone?

enchangement

[ The shot opens with two small toy dinosaurs, standing facing each other on the railing of a wooden bridge.

A young woman's voice begins talking: ]

We've played this game before. We are veterans in the sport.

Perhaps it was an oversight to bring a professional lab rat to a new lab. Perhaps she broke their teeth before they put her down she can't remember.

There's something in the water.

[ The camera angle shifts - here is a face full of an older teenage girl, long hair damp and brow furrowed. She seems to understand that this is recording, peering at the communicator intently before waving her arm wildly in a futile attempt to shake it off.

Quietly: ]

So what is the difference between a sport and a game? Hunting labrats is fun for the ones holding the gun, pull the trigger if you're ruthless, put down the broken specimens, they're just dragging down the standard deviation isn't that it?

Keep them fighting keep them starving keep them sleeping keep them kept.

[ She sighs and rubs a hand over her face. ] We are not a fan of these particular sports. Lab rats can still chew through the ropes, the wires, the bones.

Just give us time.

Just...

[ Her voice cracks at this point and there's a small sob snuffled in there, but the girl regains her composure fairly quickly. ]

Be polite, River. Say hello.

Hello.

bostonhowler

[She is disoriented. The odors here are so different and she can’t find the smells of the pack. Her fingers flutter nervously, pushing escaped tendrils of bright red hair out of her face.

She looks almost panicked and on the edge of tears. Brown eyes lock on the bracelet thing around her wrist. Brigid bites her lower lip.]

I don’t want a house. I have one. I don’t need another one. I’m staying with my aunt and uncle. Mark and Anne Hannigan, from Cambridge. Can someone please direct me to the nearest bus station?

[She swallows and turns away. Her brown eyes find the feed again. They shine with unshed tears. Her curly red hair flutters around her face. One blunt-nailed hand rises and brushes tendrils back behind her ear. Brigid isn’t wearing makeup and is drowned in a bomber jacket with several military patches on it. Her eyes flicker out over the area around the fountain.

She nearly curls in on herself.]

Can anyone hear me? I need to get home. Please. If you can tell me how to get home… I’d appreciate it.

goodluckkobra

[ Kobra looks very seriously into the camera. His usual mirth is completely absent. ]

Hi, scientist dudes. I'd like Lydia back. You've got three hours and then I start to burn things and...

[ He pulls a face and the camera moves as if he's shrugging. ]

My fires don't go out so easy. You need us, right? I imagine everyone here won't survive a fire that size.

retrograding

-- cannot see anything but the shadows on the wall of the cave. But what if you could see behind you, to look at what was causing the shadows? You would have a new... view of the world, right? So of course, you would want to know more. Say that you managed to escape the bonds and leave the cave. You would see the sun for the first time, and knowing that light, or that goodness, would be both awesome and terrifying.

[ Oops, someone accidentally turned on his communicator in the middle of a philosophical explanation. Good job there, Jet. He hasn't noticed it's on. And he probably won't, because he isn't alone! There's a voice that comes to the left of him, female, probably recognizable if you've spoken to her before, that says something that the audio doesn't pick up. ]

Yes, that is -- [ But he doesn't get to finish, because there's a sudden stop, the girl's voice again, Jet muttering something, footsteps -- and then, a very loud, and very scared, scream.

The feed goes dead. ]

--
( ooc: this would be Jet and Laura finding the body of Maria Smith in the fountain! Action is welcome, and also Laura or Jet might reply. c: )

facilitated

Hey guys.

[ She's still getting over the after effects of her own personal heightened state of panic, so forgive her if Laura looks more tired than usual. She totally has a reason for addressing literally everyone though, so she presses on with a quick smile. ]

Listen, I've ransacked the place I'm staying at and there's literally no clothes I can feasibly wear. [ Which is in part because the clothes indicate this house had last been inhabited by people in their fifties, and part because she looks like she hasn't had so much as a meal - let alone a hot one - in weeks. She laughs briefly, shrugging and glancing down for a moment. ] Does anyone have like, spare female clothes floating around? I can't keep walking around in shorts, my legs are going to be permanently icicles soon I swear.

So yeah. [ Welp, awkward request is awkward. ] I can like, try to find stuff to trade or whatever, so let me know? Thanks.

retrograding

[ Just like everybody else, Jet looks tired. Worn. But he doesn't make mention of it, and he doesn't want to think about anything that has happened the past few days, let alone talk about it. Still. Some things need to be addressed. So he comes on the communicators, a bandana pushing his hair back out of his face, with his eyepatch on for the comfort of his audience. ]

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Jet. If anybody needs it, I have some measure of medical experience, which I offer to everybody here. No questions asked.

[ And now he looks away for a moment - but he has to look at the communicator for this news. It'd be disrespectful not to. His expression goes flat. ] Also... as of last night, Party Poison is - [ A pause. Just do it bluntly. ] - is dead. I thought there may be some who would need to know.

Thank you.

gloryisbullshit

[OOC: cut for blood/death/self-harm/TRIGGERFIESTA]

( J-Jet. Jet. )

magnets

Yo, has anyone got cigarettes? You know, like, cigarettes? Anybody?

[ The voice over the communicator is tired - but what else is new around here lately? - and a little wavered, like he's trying to keep it steady. Someone's probably been crying. ]

How about paper? For drawing or writing or whatever. Yeah?

Or, like, a gun. [ Jesse's voice peters off for a second, murmuring to himself. ] Yeah, yeah, a gun'd be good.

could_be_dangerous

[The contrast between Sherlock's usual appearance and his current one is sharp. He looks exhausted, the sort of utterly worn out that hides beneath a burning mania. He's disheveled, what little colour had once been in his face now utterly gone, and his eyes are glossy and feverishly bright. Not good, but who is right now?]

I've two words for the lot of you.

[If it weren't for the fact that his camera is strapped to his wrist, this would be where Sherlock grins and spreads his arms, invokes all the drama appropriate for the current situation. Under the circumstances he must settle for a grin that's manic but far from happy, the huff of a laugh, the sound all strained arrogance and guiltily repressed relief.]

Aerosol. Dispersal.

[He bites his lower lip, oh, oh, got it, must be.]

Saying it for years but nobody believes me: nothing new under the sun.

retrograding

[ Jet may not be fantastic with electronic things, but he knows enough about them to not freak out when the thing talks to him. His voice is quiet and vaguely amused. ] I'll try to, Miss, though I'd appreciate it more if I could get some coordinates.

... No? Alright, that's shiny. [ Snort. He'll just do some exploring on his own, then! ]

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