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[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.]

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... ]

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.

$venatical: (:\ nice job stupidface)$

venatical

How do I get in touch with Mr. Sandman to tell him to get out of my freaking head?

[ Good evening, Cape Kore. Dean's been talking to some of his housemates and has put enough together to know that something weird's going on in Dreamland. ]

Whoever's snorting the dream dust, knock it off. And none of you are invited to my head, so keep out.

[ Running around in Charlie's dreams not too long ago was too much like what's going on now, though one weird thing sticks out. Well, weirder. ]

Whose fault is that city made out of rock candy? [ Or crystals. ] Can't you dream up people with faces next time?

hark_and_hush

Hi.

[ She smiles. ]

For anyone I haven't met, my name is Ruby and I'm the leader of the hunting club. I'd love if we could get everyone together this afternoon in the park to touch base on where we are with the meat supply. Anyone who's interested in helping is welcome to join us and we can try to get you a buddy who can teach you some basics.

Oh! And if anyone wants to learn how to cook the animals we're most likely to catch, I'd be happy to give some cooking lessons, so just get in touch with me.

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?

greenisnteasy

[ The Hulk woke up outside his and Banner's place with this black thing strapped to his wrist, and he's pretty pissed. Not pissed enough that he's going to tear shit up, he's just angry because he doesn't remember getting here. He doesn't remember forcing his way out of Banner, and he can remember each and every time that happened -- until now. Except for this one.

When the feed switches on, it's because the Hulk's fingers are pulling at the thing, trying to yank it off; that's when he notices the screen doing something -- filming -- and so now the feed fills up with one enormous green eye. He pulls his wrist back and tilts his head. He knows what this thing is now. ]

What happened to Banner? Where's Tony?

[ He glances around him, and then narrows his eyes at the camera. ] This place is stupid.

[ You've just been served. ]

greatatboats

[ The last time Clint felt this bad was because of very strange mission in Russia. It consisted of a shit ton of booze, food poisoning and several head traumas. This actually felt about ten million times worse than that morning. Yet he was standing and walking on his own. That didn't mean shit though. The power to carry on could grow to be very strong in a person if the situation called for it.

He felt like a tank ran him over and then decided to back over him once more for good measure. The shirt he was wearing was torn and tattered. Through the torn material you could see evidence of bruised skin and on the other side of his chest near his ribs was a gash. He looked like a more bruised and mashed version of Clint when it came to his face. He had bruises on his face along with some dried up blood. Mostly superficial, but still nasty. Whatever happened to him had not been pleasant. He was free though right? He was away from wherever and back in this town. He never would have thought he'd be this happy to see this place in his life.

The woods were behind him and he could see houses in the distance. He was fairly certain that his was actually on the other side of the town. He was trying his hard to remember the layout, but with each step came more pain. He checked the communicator once more and finally it sprang to life. That was a good sign. He could at least broadcast something and maybe get a hand back to his godforsaken attic.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He finally cleared his throat and found his voice. Out came a shaky breath to whoever was seeing this. ] I don't--know what happened, but I could use a hand. [ Clint hit his knees finally and his wrist dropped to his side. ]

onteamdyson

[The feed starts out as audio of two idiots giggling, snickering, and clanging some pots or some shiz around until idiot number one remembers how to switch to video. Suddenly there's a shirtless Jesse standing in front of the stove with a frying pan in hand while Kenzi sits on the counter filming this magic.

You're welcome, Kore.]

( cut for length )

onteamdyson

[The communicator turns on with a sharp whack before suddenly turning off again. And on. And off. And on--] Stupid piece of spy-reject, cattle-tagging crap. Get. OFF!

[When it comes back on and stays on, it's obvious by the scratches in the paint that it was being banged against a wall. Kenzi turns the device on her wrist to peer at it, into it, and she stares... until realization hits her.]

... Oh. Oh shit.

rigging

[ It's early in the morning. Before most humans should really be awake, honestly. So that's why maybe it's surprising when the communicator, and by extension, the network, catches the sudden panicked inhale of breath and the panic that follows. There's a good minute of rustling and noises that sound a little like whimpers before the sound settles down.

And then it's quiet. A beat. Another, then: ] Fuck, where --

[ That is definitely a familiar voice. Deep breath. Slow exhale - and the recording cuts off in the middle. ]

gleans

[ Galen isn't on camera for long, but when he is, he looks like shit; tired, raw, and maybe a little drunk. It's been a terrible week.

He clears his throat, brow furrowing like he's trying to focus, then frowns before speaking: ]

Hey -- if we're apologizing for stuff, I should prob'ly say sorry too. [ He drops his chin on his free hand, leans into his fingers so he can rub at his eyes, and then the view tilts to the ceiling. ] Sorry for all the. Like. Really bad nightmares. Couldn't help it but 's still bullshit. M'sorry.

[ He chews at the edge of his tongue, then -- yeah, that's enough. The feed is cut. ]

tryingitall

I feel I owe some apologies around town, and also some gratitude. So, thank you to everyone who didn't kill me, and if I've left toothmarks anywhere on your person, please let me know and I'll...I don't know. I'll make you a fruit basket.

[No, he won't. He can't make fruit. But it's the thought the counts.]

Also, I seem to recall snapping at someone over the network while she was bleeding out. I'm not going to apologize for that, but I'll feel guilty if she's died. Anyone heard from an Ellen?

undomesticated

Okay, so, that was fun.

[Her tone clearly implies that it was anything but.]

I just wanted to say thank you to the people that helped me when I was, uh, a little mangled. I know there was a lot of weirdness going on and I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out when you guys were all messed up. Too. When you were messed up too. Because I was, obviously.

[Nice save, Riley. Her smile had almost fallen off at that, but she pasted it back on brightly, smiling into the communicator.]

I hope the rest of you are doing better now that everything's back to normal. Or, you know, as normal as it gets around here. I'm here if anyone needs me.

[Not that she thought that would happen, but hey, it was always better to offer.]

venatical

[ Dean thought long and hard before he decided to do this, and even now he's not sure he should; half the people he remembers doing things to basically deserved it, but Chuck didn't, and that vampire guy with the rice didn't, and Cas... He's trying not to think about what he did to Cas. It's better that way. He's freaked that the whole trickster vibe went to his head the way it did, and he's freaked how quickly he settled right into it. The saddest, most pathetic freaking thing about it is that he can't remember being that happy in a long time.

Apologies aren't really... things... he likes to do, so he's not going to issue a general one. He's had a whole night to feel sick to his stomach, and he's spent most of today putting alcohol into that stomach, and now he's bolstered enough to sort of kind of vaguely dance around the idea that he's maybe kind of sorry for what he did.

He's sitting in the bar, and he reaches to pick up his beer again as he looks down into the feed. ]

Uh, so I'm guessing...

Everyone still here's back to normal now, huh? No more Freaky Friday?

[OOC: Still going to be glacially slow, but my slowness doesn't mean Dean can dodge IC consequences! ]

happytobleed

[ Castiel looks anxious and somewhat weak. ]

It seems that what I've become I...

[ He swallows. ]

I need sexual energy. If anyone would be willing to... help, I would request that they consent before being in my presence. It seems that I can't quite control the pull that I have over... people.

[ OOC Warning: Being in Castiel's presence brings up consent issues, as he essentially makes people horny and makes them want him just by being in the room with them, therefore any action thread will have those consent issues present. Don't engage him off of the network unless you'd like to play with that. ]

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. ]

agentx13

Carter here. I realize many, if not all of us, are waking up somewhat changed this morning. If it isn't too much trouble, could you contact me and tell me what you've turned into? Some of the creatures we're turning into are potentially dangerous, which means trouble down the road.

Thank you.

[ Private messages follow. ]

Bruce Banner
Are you available to help?

Natasha Romanoff
My door is closed for a reason. You and the Doctor stay out. Not that I think the Doctor will have much trouble with that anymore.

hung_garian

[Someone isn't looking quite as unruffled by everything as usual. He's paler than normal, his hair's starting to look messy, his jacket's crumpled, and the skin around his eyes is drawn tight. He looks stressed, not to mention tired. Plus he's not breaking any of the rules of physics or eating any candy, which is possibly a first.]

In light of everyone else having gotten there first, I'll spare you all another round of 'what's going on's and 'this isn't funny's and empty threats. What I do wanna ask is if we have any guesses yet as to what's causing this and how to stop it. And if anyone's got any instant coffee granules going spare. Could really do with being more awake. Fell asleep for a few hours earlier, didn't like it, don't plan on doing it again any time soon.

[It's unnerving, after all, to lose consciousness like that when you're not used to it. Not to mention how weird dreaming is.]

Anyone needs me, I'll be in the bar taking advantage of my temporary lack of alcohol tolerance. Ciao.

[To most people it'll look as if that's the end of the message. He hasn't switched off the feed, though, just changed the filter to make this private to his siblings, ~~including those he might already have run into because haha timelines~~.]

Check in, whether you've been Kryptonite-d or not. If any of you've managed to get yourselves arrested or killed or beaten the crap out of already, you're getting no sympathy from me, but I'd appreciate knowing so I can point and laugh. I'm guessing this thing's some kind of curse, since there's no hex bags that I can find, but hey, that's not exactly reliable, given the circumstances. Whatever it is, it needs to be over about five hours ago.

[A pause. That's everything he wanted to say, he thinks... ah. Hang on.]

Oh, and Anna? How do you make the shower work?

noblexcompanion

[ Guess who has also seen the mysterious flyer and is far from happy? That's right. One irate ginger fireball. Beware Cape Kore. Beware. ]

Maneater?! MANEATER?! Oh. My. God. Seriously?! Is that what people think about me? [ She squeaks. A very indignant squeak. ]

Rude! I'm not a flippin' maneater!

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