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[ Meg is looking pretty unimpressed, and cradling a bottle of some kind of alcohol or other liberated from the kitchen. ]

Missing: One Moose. Goes by the name of Sam. If found, approach with caution and gain it's trust with salad.

[ Why can't the Winchesters just stay put like good little dogs? ]

euglassiawatsonia

[Her immediate reaction is that this is some bizarre test concocted by Sherlock, some new part of his curriculum. But, it doesn't take much more than a few cursory glances around this new room to rule that out. Her phone is missing, but the pockets of her jacket haven't been emptied, and there's a new phone on the bedside table. Not to mention, her situation didn't exactly match up with what was typical of a kidnapping. Maybe he'd go through the effort to simulate one to see if she could get out, but replacing her phone and leaving the door unlocked isn't at all in line with that suggestion. Her second guess would be Moriarty, but that doesn't quite seem to fit, either. It doesn't leave her with much, but, well. The door is open.

So, Joan can be found, for most of the day, exploring. The longer she's been at it, the more she learns about the facility and figures out how little real information she's getting, the more frustrated she gets. All this really seems to amount to, though, is a frown on her face and some muttering to herself as she goes. Frustrated though she may be, at least proof of another person would be greatly appreciated.]

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[Once she's finished - or maybe given up - with exploring the halls, Joan returns to her room and examines the newly supplied phone. She spends a minute scrolling through the network, before starting up an audio recording. Well, it's obvious she's not alone. Might as well meet the neighbors.]

Hello? I'm guessing this network isn't so much to talk to whoever's keeping us here. As much as I'd love to give them a piece of my mind right now, I'm getting the feeling that would just be too easy. My name's Joan Watson, I might have met a few of you while I was wandering around earlier? I'm having some trouble figuring out exactly what is going on here, I was hoping maybe some of you could shed some light on the situation. Thanks.

tryingitall

For those of you who knew Gabriel, also called Loki? He's gone. For well over 48 hours now. [Balthazar's voice over the feed is a near-monotone, emotionless.

With him, that's never a good sign.]

He came back once before, but I'm not sure we'll be seeing him again this time around.

I just...thought someone ought to know.

[Someone other than the other angels, that is. He's sure they're as aware as he is. He's less sure whether he should seek them out to mourn. There's a long, quiet moment of static before the feed cuts.]

angelofhope

[When the feed flickers on, the view is of Remiel in the kitchen. His hair is just as messy as the last time he sent a message to everyone like this. It seems he doesn't brush it often. Or at all. Actually, he just kind of runs his fingers through occasionally, and that's what it always looks like. His Led Zeppelin shirt has a rip in the sleeve; that's new.]

Hi, everyone. I know we've had a rough couple of days, so I just wanted to say that I'm cooking in the kitchen and anyone's invited who needs or wants something to eat.

It's just pasta, but if you have a request I'll see what I can do.

[Simple pasta dishes are comfort food, in his experience. The feed clicks off with the sound of boiling water being dumped out into a sink.]

servingmichael

[ One archangel who has been VERY GOOD at being not seen is sitting on a cabinet, cleaning blood off a short, tri-bladed sword. Raphael is looking none too happy. ]

If anyone hears dogs, get away from them unless you are a highly trained combatant and have a weapon in hand. Salt is a decent barrier, there are others. If anyone needs help with them, I am Raphael. Scream and I'll hear you, or you can pray.

tryingitall

I'm bored, dear people of Kore, and I find I don't recognize half of you anymore. Someone play a game with me.

I spy with my little eye...? [There's a long, reflective pause, because what he spies is pretty much just, you know, empty corridor. Damn.]

Failing that, I suppose I could set up a scavenger hunt. First one to bring me the whole list gets breakfast in bed for a week. Any takers? It'll be fun!

notthefirst

[Mary's expression is somber when she turns on the feed, she's more than aware that waking up to this kind of situation doesn't bode well. Still, her voice is remarkably calm with a hint of good natured humor. ]

Well, this is a first. I'm no detective, but even for a kidnapping this is a strange set up. Points for ambiance, though.

[She pauses.]

Is this a kidnapping, though? I'm not quite sure what the objective might be. If you've mistaken me as a rich heiress, I'm afraid you'll be very disappointed.

[She flashes a small, if uncertain smile.]

And if I'm to be used as some kind of leverage, I'm afraid you'll be similarily disappointed. Perhaps it's best if we just lay all our cards on the table and see where we're at. Shall we?

Current Location: mary morstan

notfromnature

[For the first five seconds or so, the camera only shows a wall, with some muffled speech in the background. It's very quiet, and no words can be made out - but the general cadence and tone give the impression of a rather exasperated man talking to (and possibly cursing at) himself. A moment later, however, the view spins around as the camera does, so that instead of the wall it shows a disarmingly sincere face, a little closer up than is entirely customary for a video call.]

Well, er, two things. First off, I've been here a few days now, so I thought it might be about time I introduced myself! My name is Julian Bashir. I'm a doctor...

[he trails off, considering: he's come to the conclusion that this 'society', as an amalgamation of different species and cultures from different worlds and timelines is not really covered by the non-interference aspect of the Prime Directive. But even if the development of a civilisation won't be affected by his interfering, if all these people were to go back to their separate worlds with knowledge of Federation technology, that could be a massive problem. For the moment, he's decided that escape takes priority, and besides their cultures would already be contaminated by each other - so what difference would his input make? But just because he's decided not to actively lie about it, doesn't mean he has to be entirely forthcoming, so at the last moment he reconsiders explaining in any kind of detail.]

Admittedly one accustomed to different, er, methods than I think might be usual here, but I'm a very quick study. So if any of the other medical practitioners here would like a helping hand, or should anyone need assistance of that nature at any point, do feel free to get in touch. As for the other matter, well, I shan't bore you with the details, and I'd hate to get anyone's hopes up unduly, but I've a few ideas as to how we might get out of here. But improvisation only goes so far, you know, as far as tools are concerned. I don't suppose anyone would happen to have a hyperspanner on them...?

jiantou

[ The first thought to hit him when he shuts his eyes is that maybe he'll get to see his father. His mother would lose her mind if she knew that he had just given up like that. Though technically it wasn't even giving up. Oliver just thought he could use his advice. The horrible things he had done didn't matter anymore. He tried to fix it. He could just use his advice with everything going on.

The darkness eventually clears though and three shadowy figures are lingering in front of him. He's on his knees and when he tries to stand something holds him down. Light hits the chains keeping him on the floor and he strains. Pulls hard. Light hits the figures finally and he sucks in a breath. Shado, Yao Fei and Slade. Slade looks different though. Different. Grotesque. Two more figures join them. Tommy and his father. They're upset. Everyone is upset. The blood on Oliver's hands these days is getting to be too much. So many lives lost in Oliver's crusade. For survival and to clean up his town. Makes his stomach turn.

In reality he's arrived in Kore. The communicator lays out in front of him and he's out cold in it's view. He's still in his Hood costume, but they have a clear view of his face. The green paint around his eyes is smudged and fading. Sweat beads are forming and it's not clear if he's even breathing right now. Any second now his body will start to convulse and his heart rate will drop. Intravenous Coagulation is a bitch.

If you're having trouble locating him then it's probably pretty easy to note the gross tiling behind him. Oliver's in the empty swimming pool. Out cold and on the verge of completely dying. ]

notatroll

[ When the feed begins, it focuses on the face of a young boy, barely that of a teenager. He takes a second to ensure that the phone is recording and, when he's certain it is, he breaks out into a small, pleased grin. ]

Ah! It does indeed function exactly like a Starkphone! Most excellent!

[ Then he tilts his head to the side, considering the phone and everything else along with it. He'd been told he was never to exist again. Total annihilation was required in order to save the lives of billions of people.

And this place? Well, it looks fairly existence-y to him. But he says none of that. Instead, he says this: ]

I've not heard of the lands of Cape Kore. In what realm to they hail? For, you see, I must return to Asgardia with great haste. I assure you, it is a matter of major importance that can not be ignored. So, if you could point me the way home, I would be most grateful.

Although, failing that, the internet would not go amiss. Is there no wi of fi here?

angelofhope

[A new face flickers onto the screen. He's spent many hundreds of years among humans, and has a tablet computer at home — navigating a smart phone is pretty simple for Remiel, the Compassion of God, who looks thoroughly unassuming in a sun-faded Led Zeppelin t-shirt and jeans. He's not even wearing shoes. But it wasn't exactly his plan to get kidnapped in the middle of gardening, all right?]

Hello! I hope this thing's actually connected to something. [He pauses.] Or I'm not crank calling on accident. Anyway. Hi. I like what you guys did with the hallways. Very interesting. I haven't seen anything that crazy since a family member rigged my older sibling's file system to keep showing her the same file.

[It takes an impressive amount of magic to do that to Barachiel, Heaven's great organizer and planner, and she really hadn't been pleased. But Sariel had had a bone to pick. And she never fights fair.

Remiel's sitting in the cafeteria, hair messy and expression pretty cheerful for an archangel who's just shown up in a different dimension than his own. The fact that he's separated from his family will take some time to sink in.]

And uh, has anyone seen a dog? White and black, friendly, about the size of a small armchair?

[Which is a slight exaggeration, but not really. Not when you're talking about an Alaskan Malamute.]

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