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[To say that the video function on the communicators makes Meyer uncomfortable is an understatement, but he recognizes that there are times that they prove useful, so he's grudgingly using it today. When the video comes on, he's smiling and wearing the suit he'd been wearing when he arrived; in his opinion, that's the only outfit appropriate for doing business.]

I don't think I need to go on at length about the fact that we're all stuck here. We all know that. It's a place of many... uncertainties. I also don't need to say that given the uncertainties, there are times we might forget to do things to enjoy ourselves.

[He leans forward a little, his smile growing wider.]

That's why my partner and I have decided to start a card game. It's nothing serious, nothing formal, just a place where people can play a couple rounds of poker, have a couple drinks, talk with each other, maybe be entertained for awhile.

You're all invited to opening night, no matter what level of skills you may possess at playing cards. The way we see it, since money's no use here, people can bring along items they might want to gamble with -- cigarettes, food, coffee, that kind of thing.

This is an unfortunate place to be stuck, but it doesn't always have to be an unpleasant one. If you're interested or have questions, let me know. I'm always happy to be of service.

[And, with that, he cuts the video, hoping to at least have piqued some interest.]

burnburnburn

[For the first time since he's been in Kore, Dilandau's not looking the least bit put out when making a public announcement. He's alert and in a good mood. Though he's draped on his sofa, it's a deceptive relaxation. He's got the stillness of a coiled spring, ready to jump into action any moment. ]

I hear there's more than beasts in the woods. Does anyone have information about the metal bears who guard the perimeter in the forest?

charring

[It's obvious this is accidental video. The angle is sideways and shaky and the owner of said device isn't in view. Whoever it is, they're at the park and they're setting something up on a picnic table, one that's slightly a ways off from the others.

There's a brief view of Charlie, the girl clearly oblivious to the fact that it's recording, and then there is a view of a row of cans set up in a line. Some of them are dented, some look like they've been burned in spots.

Charlie moves away from the table, standing a couple yards away from the table. Her device shows part of the table, again at that awkward angle from before.

Nothing happens at first but then, there's a hissing sound and a bright flash of orange-yellow light. A small ball of fire (yes, fire) flies at the first can in a row, knocking it off the table. This happens over and over until all of the cans have been knocked away and then Charlie moves to set them up again.

It's when she bends to pick up the first can that Charlie notices the device is on. She sighs, rolling her eyes and her shoulders slump in mild defeat. She offers a half-smile, one that doesn't have a lick of amusement in it, before she turns the device off without saying a single word.]

[ooc: open to action, too! because charlie needs the stress in her life.]

mentis

[ He's in the library, that much is evident by the rather large collection of books to his left and the stacks behind him. His too large shirt sleeves are pushed up and his hair is a mess as though he's spent hours running his hands through it in frustration. But it's a good place to be and if he doesn't do this now he might never. It's important. For Charles the library is neutral territory, it's public and open and safe ( or as safe as anywhere is here ). He wouldn't want to do this at home any more than he would ask people to come to him out there. The elbow of his right arm rests on the table as his other hoists the device up for him to be seen. ]

The past couple of weeks have been interesting, yes? [ Charles doesn't sound as bright as he usually is, if anything he has steel under his voice. This isn't the post of a soft, bumbling professor, this is a man who's decided to take action. ] It made me think a great deal. Erik coming back helped solidify this. [ There you go Lehnsherr, he knows you won't announce yourself to the masses so he'll do it for you. ] The more I talk to people the more I realise we're all rather blind to each other and the experiences of this place. Different camps, divides and distrust and a very distinct layer of fear. I believe our captors would rather like it if we turned on each other, destroyed ourselves from the inside while they continued their little experiment. I don't think we should allow that. So I have a proposal. We each have skills that would be of use to each other, abilities that someone might find themselves gravely in need of. I'm aware some of us have teamed up rather effectively and well done, that kind of initiative is splendid. I have an idea to make a recording of each of our skills; something we can access in times of need rather like Mr. Rogers' idea of keeping paintings for when one of us goes missing. So if someone needs to ... install a window or rebuild part of a wall, we will be able to go to the person who would now how.

[ A pause, and then his expression shifts. He is no longer talking of building or of gardening anymore. ] But I also know there are those who have rather abnormal abilities. You might be too afraid to speak of them and I understand, I do. But you should not be frightened. In my world we call these specific powers a mutation. You might call them something different and that's all right, I'm not going to be pedantic. These evolutionary gifts can be alarming to some, may invoke fear to the ignorant, but hiding them - especially in a place like this - will do no good. [ His shoulders square slightly. ] If any of you are worried that this is a trap, that I could be leading you into danger, I will put you at rest immediately.

[ Blue eyes serious. ] I myself am a mutant. Some would call me a telepath. My mutation allows me to read the minds of those around me. [ A small, crooked smile. He thinks of Jubilee telling him he should try and push out further, thinks of her thoughts on the X-Men and his leadership skills. He's afraid that announcing this might put some people off him, but he has to. Perhaps he is not that man yet but he would like to be. ] There are other things this ability allows me to do - things that may sound terrible but in the right circumstances can be useful. [ Unbidden the image of Ned's blood on the floor comes to him. Perhaps this will be good, a layer of accountability for Charles himself. Though it is not the main reason and cannot be. ] I am telling you this simply to give you an idea. We might worry about how people will see us if our powers are strange and unusual, are seen as dangerous, but that will have to be accepted. The people who are hostage on this island are not the enemy. So I'm asking each of you to be brave. [ Another small smile. ] And to trust me.

[ It's done now. ] If you would like to come forward in person I will be here for the rest of the day. Thank you.

stiling

[ He's distracted by his fingers first and foremost, flexing them, a distinct lack of claws branching off of each of them - just regular old nails, bitten down to the quick. ] I kinda miss it.

[ But he's here for a real reason, and his arms half-heartedly wave a bit to remind himself to get back on topic. ]

Clippers? Some kind of shaving implement?

[ Stiles gestures to the all of his head and his hair, which is getting a little- well. Un-Stiles. ]

I'll take a rogue pair of well-aimed scissors. A freaking lawn mower, man, Jesus, I don't know.

nevermindtherunning

[The video clicks on and there's the Doctor, brainy specs in place, sitting in the kitchen of his house. Behind him was the kitchen table, but not useable as various disassembled toasters, radios, and even an oven could be seen on the floor. Parts were everywhere and had looked like a tornado had blown through.

Stacked to one side of the wall were some books, next to his hand was his notebook, full with stuffed papers in it. He looks stern, quiet, serious, perhaps brewing an oncoming storm?]

It's been four days since this curse-thing has been over. I haven't seen Sharon... or Natasha, [There's a pause, because sad enough as it is, he wasn't entirely sure that was her name.] There's significantly less traffic around town, which leads me to guess others are missing too.

This may seem ridiculous that I'm saying this, but don't travel alone, don't be alone, [Ignore the fact that he was currently.], let others know if you're going somewhere. Use the buddy-system if you have to.

[There's a pause as he looks away, licking his lips.] I've been doing research, as most of you are aware, and after running the calculations 3-4 times, my evidence is conclusive. If this is Earth, which I'm not for certain if it is yet or not, I must admit... We're in the northern hemisphere, judging by the weather patterns and the sun's movements in the sky. The winds... Westerlies, marking us at about 30-60 degrees latitude. Of course, this is all based off of if we're on Earth.

This leads me to my next hypothesis, which a couple of you have already thrown out there - bravo! Good for you! - I think we're in a pocket universe. Time doesn't flow linear, it never had, it's all... wibbly-wobbly, of course, but the star charts aren't quite right, which doesn't make sense at all if this is, in fact, Earth. I said Northern hemisphere, but if you look up at the sky, the charts don't match that correctly. It's a blend... I can't locate us due to that. And with so many people coming from other worlds, universes, alternative timelines, it's making this all rather strange. I know very few species capable of this feat, which... [He trails off, not wanting to think who has this kind of power and technology they possess. Enough to rival his own TARDIS, that is for sure.]

There's a chance I can get us out, but it'll take time. If there's any tools, scraps lying about, unused appliances, radios... I'd like to have those, please.

( Private Messages )

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.]

hung_garian

I see a lot of you kind people have been signing up for extracurriculars. Scouting, hunting, washing the dishes, all that sort of thing. Buuuuuut, I couldn't help noticing a bit of a gap in these activities, which I brought to the attention of our fearless leader and got his permission to fill! Sort of. Our little town is so lucky to have such a devoted mayor. Three cheers for ol' what's-his-face, et cetera.

[It's almost all true. The permission bit isn't, predictably, but the guy hadn't forbidden it. Not in as many words, at least... and not that that would stop Gabriel.]

So, uh, anyone willing to make the ultimate sacrifice and join me in testing the safety of the chocolate, alcohol and bedsprings, possibly all at the same time... sign up here. I know, I know -- I'm not saying it'll be easy. Hells, I'm not even saying any of us'll make it out alive. But those of you prepared to give your all in the service of your gilded cage and your fellow vacationers, you'll be doing the right thing. You'll be remembered as heroes.

[Needless to say, he's bored. Somebody entertain him before he takes up serial murder again...]

thezerothlaw

I'm curious as to whether anyone has done anything as far as investigating the cause and source of the recent unfortunate deaths. It may be possible that one of our own number is responsible, and if that's the case, we should be aware of it.

[That's strange for him, speaking in a way that includes himself as one of everyone else. But that's not the point right now.]

If no one is, at present, I would like to volunteer to look into the matter. I have assisted in murder investigations before. With permission, I will begin questioning.

agentx13

Private to Mina
One of our new arrivals would like to meet people from another time period. Would you be willing to meet with her?

Private to Logan
I have a huge favor to ask, yet again. One day, you'll have to let me know how I'm supposed to repay you.

Private to Bruce Banner
Could we meet sometime when there isn't a body between us? We have things to discuss.

Private to Tony
I'd appreciate it if I could take up a couple minutes of your time, Tony. Nothing bad this time, I promise.

Private to Kenzi
Would you have time for a quick word if I stop by your place in half an hour? I'd like to talk with you alone this time.

ellectric

[Hello, all. Please see Elle as she works the wristcomm as if she actually knows what she's doing. Please note how much better she looks now than she did last time. Brushed hair, some makeup. Yeah, that's right. Makeup. Clothes that aren't wrinkled. Freaking behind.]

[And sure, you might notice that her demeanor isn't nearly as confident as it was, but there are still shadows of it. Traces. She'll be fine.]

[She clears her throat.]

Hi. So I apparently went mental longer than the rest of you. [And if anyone notices how her eyes glance at something against the wall, they might think she's still seeing things.] Whatever. It's taken care of.

But I kind of burned a bunch of my clothes and there's no food whatsoever. [She can only suspect she thought it was going to poison her and thus ruined most of it.]

Which of you wants to help?

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.

hellofist

[The first thing visible when the feed clicks on is... an eyebrow. Well, two actually. Two eyebrows that are drawn together with a look of confusion. Clearly, someone isn't the best at tech-like things.]

Is- working? [Here have some button pressing and nope, that just turned off the video. The audio is still working though, picking up the sounds of Cass pushing more buttons and muttering quietly before it snaps back on. This time, she grins and her face is framed better, the comm held out to show she's still in her Batgirl costume, she's just taken off the cowl and her gloves.]

Oracle? Are... you here? In weird place. Lots of cameras, so... you must be here.

[With a frown, she rubs at the back of her neck. Maybe she should talk to the general population, figure things out...]

Um, I'm Batgirl. [Wait, pause a second. Maybe the actual name would be a good thing to go by? It's not like she's ever been careful with her identity in the past so why start now?] Cassandra. New here. Found big house, no one's here. Gonna... stay.

Well, in house. Will take walks. Could use... tour? Information.

... That's all.

[Yep. She sucks at communicating in like every sense, sorry. The feed cuts off completely this time, but Cass can be found on the porch of house 17 if anyone feels like coming to see the new kid in person.]

onteamdyson

[Oh hey, it's the ceiling. In the kitchen. Yep, that's the top of the fridge, and there... there are some cans of beets on the counter and... Kenzi lying on her stomach on the floor. Maybe she's hurt! Maybe she's dying! Maybe she's--] Piiiizzzzaaaaaaa. How the hell is this even a fraction of fairness. If you're gonna force us to be lab rats for your fucked up experiments, the least you could do is send us some ACTUAL FOOD! What the hell do you want?! Seriously! What has to happen for there to be heavenly, doughy goodness covered in magical tomato-y sauce and gooey, gooey cheese?!

[So she's fine, basically. Just whiny. Carry on.]

... Also, I know a lot of people are missing or-- ... just gone. So. I wanted to make a list. If you're missing someone that was here with us, let me know. I'm writing it all down. Even if you think they just stepped out and totally forgot to tell you!

Thanks.

happytobleed

Has anyone seen Sam or Dean Winchester in the past few days?

[ He's actually concerned that Dean hadn't really come back at all. What if he'd been hallucinating? ]

Are--[ He's not sure of the best way to word this next question. ] Are Lucifer or Meg or Crowley really here?

[ How much of that had been in his own mind? How much had that drug affected him? ]

agentx13

[ Sharon hadn't meant to sleep for so long once the hallucinations had become easier to handle, but she's feeling decidedly better than she has in days. Not necessarily hopeful - she's still keenly aware of the totally shit situation they're all in. She also knows that her face might not be the one people want to see. Those people, however, can suck it. Sharon's made bad decisions before. That doesn't mean she's going to allow herself to be defined by them. ]

Don't worry. I'm not making this as another invitation to an escape attempt. I just wanted to check on everyone and see how everyone's doing. If you have any friends here, I'd appreciate it if you could check in with them. I'd also appreciate it if you guys could check with either myself or the far more personable [ was that a joke? ] Coulson.

If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to let me know. I may not have any bullets left, but I've still got some blades. I also want to know how long you think you'll last with the limited food supplies.

greenisnteasy

[When the video comes on, Bruce looks down into the feed, then away again, pressing his lips together before he's back, strength renewed.]

My memory of the last few days isn't... so good, but I'm pretty sure that I, ah... may have attacked some of you.

[He's still sore where someone burned him, and though he remembers the pain and the heat, he has no recollection of who was hurting him. No face other than that of what must've been a hallucination because that -- he -- he's dead.

And anyway his hands weren't made of fire.]

I'd like to apologize for that. I'm not really a violent person... when I'm not on crazy hallucinogens. No LSD for me, I guess.

[He smiles weakly and then nods at the communicator.]

If any of you need medical attention, I'm back up to speed and will be in the clinic not having split-personality-esque arguments with myself. Sherlock and I will look into -- uh, not that I've asked him since we regained our sanity. Well, anyone want to help look into what these drugs were? Crazy!Sherlock and myself tossed around the idea of taking some blood samples. If you have more ideas or want to help out, that'd be great.

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.

kore_npc

[ In the wake of the first tremors, Maria looks harried. Her hair is a mess and the video is shaking. ]

Listen to me very carefully. We need to get out of here! Whatever they have waiting for us out there is nothing on this.

[ She takes a deep breath, muttering more to herself than the video. ]

We're all going to die in here. They said I'd be safe.

[ It cuts out. ]

pursuitofcappiness

With everyone settled back in, I think it's time we go on a hunting trip together.

Anyone who's interested, let me know. I'm thinking we can move out in the next couple of days or so.

[ He'll also be gathering seeds to plant... but he doesn't want anyone to think they might have to stay here through the spring. ]

[ OoC: Will be affected by hallucinations, drop me a line on PM if you want to set something up and we haven't already discussed it! ]

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