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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 water that they can't keep in check.

The guess is: the captors are gone.

The experiment has gone 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! ]
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[ 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.
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Kore. Mr. Kore? [Wait, he's a villain with his own land mass.] Kore the Great?

I know Section 12 Subsection E Paragraph mrmrm [24 mumbles this because he doesn't actually remember the number.] of the Guild handbook states that any kidnapped henchman should be allowed to record a tearful message pleading with his boss to have mercy and save his worthless life within 48 hours of his capture, but can we hurry it up?

If The Monarch thinks I'm dead and not being being held prisoner, they're going to give away my room in the cocoon. I'll have to sleep in the basement with the new recruits. Do you know how many of them have nightmares? I'll never get a good night's sleep again!
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[ Good evening, Kore! Amidst all of the new arrivals that have been showing up is a familiar face. Or, well, it would be a familiar face if he hadn't been missing for about three weeks.

Chuck Shurley is standing on the edge of town, looking completely baffled and confused. Like he'd just found himself there without knowing how or why, and so he just... stopped walking. He's tired and he's sore and honestly, he doesn't feel all that great. All he wants to do is crawl into bed and sleep for a few days. He rubs his forehead and he blinks down at the communicator at his wrist for a few seconds.
]

So I, uh... I think I was just kidnapped? By... the scientists?

[ And if he sounds unsure, it's only because he is. It's like trying to remember a dream he had years ago - everything's all fuzzy. ]
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[ 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.
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[ Here's a face that may not be familiar to many of those who are new. He looks weary, but that's mostly just the way his face looks. He also maybe looks just the slightest bit irritated, in the way that a man trying his hardest to look patient always does. ]

It has come to my attention that not many of you know who I am. I'd like to properly introduce myself to the cape at large, for all those who are newcomers here.

My name is Edgar Stane, and I have taken up a leadership position here in the cape. I admit that I have been quiet these past few weeks, and for that I would like to apologize. I mean to have a more noticeable presence in the near future. That said and done, I have a few things that I'd like to say to you all.

Our current situation with food has been in dire straits for a while now. Since the formation of the committees, we've been doing marginally better in food storage, but it is an ongoing process. I have been working with the leaders of the committees in charge of food production to make sure that everybody gets their fair share of food. If you do not feel as though you are getting an equal share, please do come talk to me. I will do my best to resolve any problem brought to me.

Secondly, I've found what appears to be... some sort of documentation. What I've managed to make out could be important information regarding how we've all come to be here, and why we can't leave. If you are interested, again, come talk to me in person. I've taken residence in the Town Hall.

[ He gives a huge sigh. ] And lastly, I've heard rumors of people in our community who have deemed it appropriate to keep the wild animals from the forest as pets. I'd like to take this moment to remind you all what happened the last time those of our numbers attempted this, and ask you to remember the unfortunate and awful deaths that resulted from it. These are and always will be wild animals, and I urge you all to keep that in mind.

I believe that's all. If you need anything from me at all, please, don't hesitate to ask. Thank you for your time.
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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?
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[personal profile] 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.
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I must say that I have found the process of dreaming to be an interesting experience. I did not think that once I had returned to my normal state after having been human I would be able to experience it again, though other people's dreams was not something I anticipated.

[Daneel's manner is, as always, solemn, but he seems to have a certain extra weight to his words today. He has a serious matter to address.]

To anyone whose dreams I may have intruded upon, I beg your pardon.

[With that out of the way, he straightens.]

I have always considered humanity to be something other than myself, and something greater. There are a number of traits I have thought myself incapable of, but now I am not certain of that. A redefinition is necessary. I have an important question, and if anyone can spare the time to answer it, I would greatly appreciate it.

Namely, how would you define a sentient being that could be referred to as a person?
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[personal profile] miniclaws
[The video begins with a hand with extended claws resting on the grass. There are cuts on the hand which are beginning to close over. Slowly, a face comes into view. The girl has clearly injured more than her hand. There are lacerations and bruises on her face. She looks towards the sky looking for a face in the sky. When she’s none, she turns to the video on her wrist.]

Hazmat, Reptil? Are you safe? Where has Arcade taken us? I do not remember what happened after Apex used the sentinel to attack me.

[She shuts her eyes briefly.]

The trigger scent has gone, I am no longer a danger to you. I can find you again.
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[personal profile] ablankpage
Hmmm.

[The strange device around his wrist has been studied as thoroughly as he can manage. Figuring out its secrets is the first step, Robert feels sure, in understanding what happened. He knows this isn't Columbia, and it isn't New York, and it isn't the interim space.

He can actually feel the wind on his skin, the sun in his eyes, and just his own weight. It's the strangest sensation after four years of... nothing.

The thing around his wrist is important, he's sure of that. So is the lighthouse he's found his way to, ignoring all other buildings at first. He's still a few yards away from it, his attention going from the heavy object -- rather like a voxophone, he's discovered -- on him and the looming structure in front of him.]


This is a most curious effect. [The voice is a calm, rolling English accent.

After a certain point, even he hadn't understood what the implications of his work would be. He had known he had to return what was stolen, but he had only glimpsed what that would cause. Was this another layer of that? Wholly possible. But why was he alone? Because, he reminded himself, he had effectively undone everything. A harrowing realization.

Well. He may as well use the device if it's going to be attached to him. Of course, he has no idea that it transmits rather than simply recording.]


Unknown date. [Best to make note of everything for later scientific review.]

I have found myself in a strange place, alone. [A pause and a sound almost like a sigh. Then, he's all business again.]

Is this a sign of failure or success? What are the variables that make this world different? I suppose time will provide me answers.
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[ The video shows a very large, very blue eye blinking directly into it. Almost as soon as it appears, the camera pans out to show Julian's face, and then it seems to hover directly in front of him. His shoulders are down but the camera is directly in front, held by his telekinesis which also happens to be holding the gauntlet it's attached to. Julian walks along like this is completely normal. Once it reaches what he thinks is a reasonable distance, the Town Center with its fountain can be seen behind him.

His expression is a sardonic smirk, and his voice is a drawl. He doesn't sound panicked.
]

So, Cape Kore. My 'new home'. That's cute. What is this, like Survivor for mutants? I see the cameras. You guys aren't subtle, whoever you are.

[ The camera comes closer again, and something bright and metal taps the face of his watch. ]

Who's even on the other side of this thing? I'm fucking talking to myself, aren't I. What a joke...

[ He rolls his eyes, and for a moment looks like he's about to turn this off. Then he appears to think better of it. His face hardens, and his lips compress into a line. ]

Whatever. This is Hellion, I'm with the X-Men. If anyone's out there, sound off. I need to get off this ride, and one of you is gonna tell me how, right now, or I'm going to take every one of those little cameras and grind them to dust.

Start talking.
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[ The face that swims into view on the screen is at once amused, suspicious, and carefully constructed to show only the barest and mildest emotion. He's handsome in an unconventional way, rough around the edges but keen eyes curious. When he speaks, his voice is thick with a British accent ( at once posh and then not so much, as though he can't decide ), warm and begrudgingly impressed. ]

Hullo Cape Kore. Nice little place you've got here, innit? I mean it's all rather retro. [ Tapping the face of his new wrist adornment. ] I'm not saying that's bad per say, I just know a fellow who'd just go straight to palpitations if he saw the eighties were calling. [ Gaze flicking to the sun in the sky. Arthur had put him under, Arthur had been in control. Arthur never cocks up, so what the hell is this? ]

I've heard the lovely message that's been left for me. Not many people are able to kidnap me without my knowledge, someone’s got some rather astonishing skills. [ A smile that is at once sweet and sharp. No point in frightening off any locals that are actually helpful. No point making himself seem vulnerable if they aren't. He's not sure who's projections these are, let alone which dream. It certainly isn't his. ] I’d love to be pointed in the right direction though, be able to show my appreciation of a job well done. Can't find a single needle mark on me.

[ For those not in the know of terrible crime, that would tell him he's been drugged. ] Any takers? Though make it quick, eh? I've got a plane to catch.
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[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.]
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[personal profile] 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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[ Veronica turns on the camera. In the background is the fountain. In the foreground is a rather irritated blonde who looks like she could happily deck somebody. But for right now, her baser desires are repressed, taken over instead by irritation and the sort of attitude that inspired her guidance counselor to say completely untrue and false things. Mostly. ]

So, don' take this the wrong way or anything, guys, but I kind of thought that once I was done with you, I'd be, you know, done with you.

And yet you guys just keep pulling me back in? Was I not terrible enough the first time? In case you forgot, I'm pretty sure I bit some of you.

Speaking of, what the hell is going on? I notice I'm human again. Cool. I notice I'm here again. Not. Cool. Did they take me? What happened?

Answers, people. Answers now.
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[personal profile] unsanguine
[ Good morning, Vietkore! Let us bring in the sun with a vampire. A vampire who is definitely not in South Wales anymore.

Having had the better part of two days to absorb this new and unsettling problem, he might have time to make the requisite Wizard of Oz reference except for having only the barest idea where Kansas is, and being in no way equipped for that joke anyway. It's for the best, he'd just have something snide to say about the Gold Standard and heavy-handed metaphors.

the surprise of the week is that i never heard the sound )
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[personal profile] intelligently
    Well, this is just perfect.

    [ No, it was far from perfect and it was obvious, you didn't even need Lydia's tone to work that one out ]

    So, let me get this straight. I just witnessed [ pause ] something which I apparently can't describe [ and that is rare for Lydia Martin ] and then what? Some kidnaps me and brings me to this dump? And don't even get me started on why I'm even doing this.

    [ Because, Lydia, you're ever so slightly hopeful that there is someone out there, someone other than the creepy kidnapper ]
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[The audio recording begins with a cough. It’s lucky Mordion hasn’t turned the video component on, because the device on his wrist is being treated with a very close investigation, and he’d rather not subject anyone to that thank you. He’s not convinced this isn’t still The Bannus, but why it’s changing the scenario now is beyond him. Better to be safe.]

Good day. I am searching for a small number of people and would appreciate any assistance finding them again.

A petite young women. Darkish skin, curly hair. Last seen in a blue gown with headdress.

A teenage boy, on the tall side, wearing leather armour and perhaps carrying a sword.

An old-model Yamaha robot, series nine. Silver, but with extensive repair. I tried my best to maintain his integrity as an antique model, but I was working with limited supplies. Answers to the name ‘Yam’.

Vierann, Hume, Yam, if any of you are listening I do appreciate not being kept in the dark.

Thank you.

[He disconnects.]

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