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[ The video, when it flickers on, shows Ned, a pencil tucked behind his ear and a faint bruise on his jaw, care of the earthquake a few days ago. Which is, as a matter of fact, the subject of the message. He dives right in, speaking at a rapid clip: ]

I can't be the only one who thinks there was something fishy about that earthquake. Fishier than the usual amount of fishy in this place, I mean. I'm not exactly new to the whole weird-things-happen-here phenomenon, but this isn't the first time there's been an earthquake. I feel like, normally, when things go sideways here they do it in a new and interesting way. The fact that this has happened more than once seems significant. We've been... trying to guess what's behind all of it, but we're kind of coming up short on the ideas front. So, uh-

[ Ned hesitates, glances at someone near him, and then turns the camera towards the other half of the 'we' in question. Meyer sits near him, busily scribbling something into his small notebook, which looks to be running out of pages quickly. He looks up when Ned turns the camera to him, and offers that slightly too-toothy smile, brushing his hair back from his forehead. ]

Like everything else that goes on around here, different people witness different things. For our parts, we only saw a small amount of what happened during the earthquake. We need more information.

[ He gestures to the papers strewn in front of them. ]

I don't doubt that our captors're somehow... involved in this. It doesn't seem like a coincidence that we've had other earthquakes. So if any of you saw anything out of the ordinary -- more out of the ordinary than usual for this place, I mean -- it'd be appreciated if you could tell us. Maybe we can get to the bottom of at least some of this.

(OOC: Since this is a joint post, either Meyer or Ned will respond - if you have a urgent preference just let us know!)

intraining

So uh...hi.

[ a+ charlie bradbury. best start to a conversation ever. good job. ]

I'm starting to realize this might actually be the worst timing ever, what with the whole destruction of buildings and earthquake shenanigans and all that jazz, but the network's working again! Or like, un-glitch-afied. Again. And I've kind of been working on this for a while? So why not.

[ and now she smiles. big, look at how cute i am kind of thing. she's really cute guys love her. ]

I'm Charlie, by the way. [ vulcan salute hello. ] Been around for a little bit, just your average geek-without-her-tech. For all you crazy kids I haven't met, hi. For all you crazy kids I have met...hi also.

And yeah okay, everyone's probably going to be rebuilding and surviving and doing that thing we do when we want to not live in houses with holes in the ceiling... [ charlie looks up above her for a moment before sighing and shaking her head. ] But I kind of sort of noticed that a lot of us, when we're not hunting and fishing and generally being great awesome citizens-of-the-month, are bored. Like. Seriously, going kind of insane, bored.

I miss the internet. I know, I know, shock, but a lot of my life was on there for a really long time. I started LARPing a while ago and got really into that, but other than a select few thespian friends I've met, I can't see people really getting into the world of live action RPing. Thus I come to you, my dear, sweet Kore, with another option.

[ at this moment, charlie reaches down to the table in front of her, picking up what looks like a very large piece of paper with a map drawn into it. ]

Table top gaming. [ she says that like it carries a lot of weight, like there should be some applause backtrack going on in her life. if she had her laptop, she could be playing a nice little trumpet sound right about now, but instead? silence. she looks excited enough, so there's always that. ] Figured D&D is probably the most popular, so we could do a version of that. I'm probably gonna be the only DM around here, so depending on who all's interested I could change the game up, but for those of you who don't know- D&D is a table top role play game, or RPG. You make characters, with all these specifics that you peeps are so lucky because I've got that shit memorized, and they go on an adventure.

It's fun, it doesn't involve possibly going out into the dark and life-threatening forest, and it's social. [ ohhhhh, ahhhhhhh. ] We're all stuck here anyway, so might as well make the most of it, right? Right.

Drop your name if you're interested. Gotta gauge how popular this is before I actually get this crap organized. Oh also! If you find any more paper or like...drawing supplies. Collect 'em for me? I might be the master of memorizing kind of useless details, but even I've got a limit here.

And...yeah. Guess that's all I wanted to PSA at everyone. Charlie out.

intelligently

I know that this sounds odd. [ And isn't really a question that people generally ask. Also what isn't odd, around here? It's her justification ] But with what's been happening I'd like to know.

[ There's a pause. It's a touchy subject, obviously, and she's not even sure where the conversations might go ]

I want to know about your experience with death. [ She's going to try and go slow on this. As slow as Lydia Martin wanting to know something can. But things are pretty messed up. She feels pretty messed up. And she'll even tell her reasons for asking if she's asked ]

Not just if you know someone has died but... if you've seen it. [ A two second pause ] Or nearly died.

It's happened here, and could have happened a lot more. [ If Dirk hadn't put out that useful message. People were still taken but at least they were warned ]

But- Can people come back? [ It might sound crazy, but it's happened before. It happened to Jackson - twice, although that was a supernatural thing. But it leaves the possibility, right? ]

( PRIVATE: Allison Argent | "Stiles" Stilinski )

I'm going to the library. Hopefully it's as useful as it should be.

enchangement

What is the _point...?

Every step forard becomes another leap behind.

There is ^no food. Or not enough to go around.

There is a monster in the wa_{ter that they} can't keep in check.

The guess is: the captors are gone.

The ex^{periment has g}one awry.

And we remain.

[ ooc: weird text is meant to indicate parts of River's post that are difficult to understand. Network instability for the lose! ]

runboyrun

[Well, waking up to an asphalt pillow is not the worst experience of Stiles' life, but it's still mighty unpleasant. Enough so that he doesn't notice the device strapped to his wrist until he's dragged himself to his feet and reached into his pocket for his phone. Which is missing.

He raises his wrist, staring at the device for a moment, then begins pushing buttons.]

Cape- What the hell? How drunk did I get last night?

[He doesn't realise it's broadcasting, so enjoy a nice, bumpy view of the ground and Stiles' legs as he walks, everyone!]

Hello? Hello?! Where the hell am I?

Current Mood: confused

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. ]

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.

recognize_an_opportunity

[He still hasn't quite gotten used to this whole 'network' thing, which is why he doesn't use it that much. Today, though, there's good reason for using it. The video is conspicuously turned off, but his voice, when he begins speaking, is almost too calm.]

I'd like to ask whether anyone's seen Charlie Luciano today. He's tall --

[Relatively tall, at least, given who's speaking.]

-- dark-haired, Italian... well, you'd know who I meant if you'd met him.

[There's a long pause, as though he's trying to decide whether to hang up or not, and then:]

Given the recent spate of... disappearances, I'm not exactly optimistic, but if anyone has any information, I'd very much appreciate it. I'll be...

[There's almost a break in composure, and then his voice comes back a little more strongly, even more coldly.]

I'll be looking around the town, just in case.

nedofpies

[ Your friendly neighborhood piemaker is looking distinctly worse for wear, this morning. It's pretty obvious that he's sick, from the way he switches on the feed and immediately suppresses a cough, from the state of his face and the scratchiness of his voice. Still, he soldiers on in a rasp: ]

I've been here long enough to know how this works, so I'm not gonna do the whole, 'have you seen my friends, I can't seem to find them anywhere' thing. That's just depressing for everyone involved. So I'm just gonna get this over with. Here are the people from our house who seem to have gone missing last night: Jesse Finch, Galen Howard, and Kenzi- uh. [ He loses momentum and for a minute the façade of calm cracks and he looks devastated ] ...I never caught her last name, I guess.

[ It takes a moment to pull himself together and go on. When he does, it is with a type of grim, angry determination. ] I know people disappear all the time, here, but that seems like an awful lot to me for one night, so you guys might want to start counting heads and bracing yourselves in case something's up. If there are any other conspicuous absences, you might want to let everyone know so we can get an accurate idea of how bad it is and start damage control.

notrosesshadow

[Martha's face comes on the screen looking less than pleased. She's outside somewhere, her back to a building. The woman looks malnourished, exhausted, and filthy. Even with the fact that she looks like she might fall over, there is a fire in her eyes.]

Right, either the Master had a failsafe we didn't account for and I'm in some sort of prison that he came up with, or you lot are a completely different race of beings who quite possibly reversed everything I just worked for.

Neither option is ideal, but this is much better than anything else I've seen the past year. If you're listening Saxon, did you forget that I just spent the entire year traversing places like this? By myself?

And if you're someone else, well, you clearly don't know me. I'm Martha Jones and I'm getting the hell out of here.

[There's a final glare and the transmission ends.]

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.

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... ]

purplishgreen

It is becoming clear to me that no one here knows anything about the asari.

[She's debated for a long time about making this sort of announcement, but curiosity or -- unsettlingly -- even fear would be a natural response, and she has no problem with the former and doesn't want the latter. It's just... embarrassing.]

That is not a situation I'm used to. I will instead offer this opportunity for anyone to ask questions, if they wish.

[Incredibly embarassing. Goddess. She'll manage this.]

To begin with, the asari are native to the planet Thessia. We are a single-gendered species, and a very old race. It is normal for us to possess biotic ability, and as a commando, this is trained in me.

[There are likely better candidates for this sort of questioning, but there's no one else, and better to head off misunderstanding now.]

What other questions might you have?

voliere

Hello. [ Elizabeth's face comes on the screen rather hesitantly, and she waves with her free hand, still unsure on how the specifics of this whole communicator business. She's figured out how it works, but she's still unsure if she's doing it right. Fortunately, she has it on the video setting like she'd wanted. ] I hate to do this, but has anybody seen a tall man with short brown hair and green eyes that goes by Booker anywhere around in the cape? I've been searching all morning, but I can't seem to find him. If anybody had some sort of idea where he may be, would you let me know? Or at the very least, tell him that Elizabeth is looking for him.

I can't imagine he's gone far, it isn't as if this is a very large town. [ Sigh. She tucks her hair back behind her ear. ] Thank you.

Oh! And - I hope that everyone is doing well. These dreams have been... well, exciting. I suspect there's been a lot of sleepless nights all around.

intraining

[ when the video comes on, it's on accident, and there's a moment there where the feed shakes around a bit before it jerks - almost as if someone hit it, before it tilts back to a head full of red hair and a very unamused look. ]

Not sure on what planet these kinds of kidnapping-and-drugging shenanigans are even legal, but hey, I can take a joke. You did a great job setting this up, but genre clash? Doesn't start till next month. And this whole Silent Hill thing - what did you call it, Cape Kore? - while really cool and thought out and overall A plus for effort, still not okay. Not a game, here! [ and wow, okay, flashback. why are there so many weirdos who take this game too seriously? she's really done getting kidnapped, and there's no hot fairy here. so immediate negative points. ]

The wrist communicator is really cool. Feeling a little Might Morphin, just without the ti kwan do or spandex suits. Not that I want the suits, but just, if you're going to go half-way might as well go the full way. Go big or go home. Right? [ and at this point she's just kind of babbling. someone's starting to feel really, really nervous. ] I'm serious, guys. Not funny. I just- home? Yeah? Please?

[ there's a moment where she bites her lower lip, looking off and around her - seeing only a cape and a lighthouse and totally unable to drop that 'Big Brother is Watching' feeling creeping down the back of her neck. after the moment is over, she closes her eyes, as if she's finally convincing her to say something she'd been worried about saying.

and, with her eyes closed (though her left does peek open to the camera), she continues. while she is secretly hoping no one answers this last bit because that would not be good. really really not good. ]

And Sam and Dean, if you two are here...help?

purplishgreen

Is this... recording?

[She thinks so. Whatever this device on her wrist is, it might as well be a spear, a bow and arrow, a flint knife for all she knows what to do with it, but it's the only thing she has at hand that might be able to send a message. She'll try this, at least. She's calm, but frowning faintly.]

My name is Shiala, from the Zhu's Hope colony on Feros. I'm currently on an unknown planet and may require assistance, as I've been brought here against my will. My last known location was Illium. If you receive this message, please send help.

[She pauses, staring at her wrist for a moment, looking vaguely frustrated.]

Goddess, how do I turn this off?

dowhatisays

[Charlie doesn't look so good right now. Seems to be a theme with him when he's desperate enough to actually post on this thing. But the welled up anger and frustration about this whole situation is itching under his skin to do something. Like subject the whole town to his dark-circled eyes and ridiculous curly haystack of hair. You're welcome.]

Anyone got a fucking soup recipe or some shit? Like we even got anything to fucking cook with.

I got shit to trade for it if you do got any.

[He gives the camera a glare, clearly seeing if he has any other reason to say anything. Apparently not. The feed ends.]

[ooc: After the 'Meyer getting attacked by a tiger' plot. Charlie is home with the sicky and not happy about it.]

intelligently

[ Guess who doesn't look quite so happy? Okay, she hasn't been happy since she got here but the more she hears the less happy she is. Especially when it doesn't come with explanations ]

I've got two problems. Other than being here. [ And other than the other problems ]

So everyone keeps talking about how we don't have much food, and that we'll end up being cannibals, but no one is saying anything about actually getting more food.

[ Does that worry no one? Is she the only one with priorities? Until she asks she'd probably think yes. So she's asked ]

I for one am not eating anyone. [ Not unless you're- Okay. She probably wouldn't- definitely wouldn't go cannibal on even the hottest guy ] And even if people died we'd still run out. [ And she wasn't advocating killing anyone either just pointing it out ]

So. Is anyone else even concerned? [ Bring your explanations and plans and everything she's not yet been told minus the food scare ]

Second. For everyone who says I've been here before? That wasn't me. That was some other me. [ She's totally going with Veronica's explanation thank you Veronica ] But. [ For the ever curious: ] I want to know what you know. About me- other me. Preferably now.

[ That's it. You can go now, unless you want to give her any kind of information? But she's done ]

zen_navigator

[This particular detective has been rather quick to notice the new bit of tech strapped to his wrist. It's not long after he arrives then, that a man with a messy mop of brown hair comes into picture on the video screen. The view is directly up his nose for a moment before the shot raises to encompass his face instead. He looks a bit confused, but otherwise unperturbed and uninjured.]

Hello? [A set of fingers taps against the screen, resounding roughly against the microphone.] Hello? Anyone on the other end of this listening? [The view drops to a crooked view of a bright mustard tie and a shirt that looks like it's been in his wardrobe since nineteen seventy-four. The voice continues to speak as the man turns around.] I seem to have been kidnapped and transported. There are far reaching implications. A number of alarming possibilities readily spring to mind... [The face returns and two bushy eyebrows raise over wide eyes.] This is Dirk Gently. I have woken up in a gazebo. A GAZEBO.

[He looks away from the camera, scanning his environment. The inside of the gazebo and a view of the park can be seen behind him for a moment before his face returns. It's just occurred to him that his kidnappers could be the ones on the other end of the line, so it might be in his interest to move somewhere other than where they'd left him.] If this is about any of my outstanding debts, I can assure you that I will be fully capable of paying in full upon my whole and healthy return to London.

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Entries tagged with { ned

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voice; day 106, late afternoon

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001 ♦ video/action ♦ Day 103

001. [Video/Action] Day 103

002 | Dirk Gently | Day 99

Audio -- Day 97

Ned § Video 03 § Day 95

Martha's 1st - Video - Day 93 evening

♠ second dream | day 93 | video ♦

Dean Winchester | 005 | Day 90

Shiala | Video | Public

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