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[ Man, does Leo ever look irritated when his face shows up on the network this time. And rattled; he's just woken up after trying to hack the machine, missing something very important to him. ]

Okay! I get it! Don't touch the machine, don't hack the machine - even if that's literally a gods-given ability of yours - just don't do anything with the machine. I get it! Now can someone -

[ The camera suddenly goes nuts, and there's a loud thunk as it hits the floor. Leo curses in Greek, and you can see his hand as he struggles to pick the thing back up. It takes about a minute, and a few poor excuses for attempts that end up with it clattering to the floor yet again, before he manages to keep it in his hands (yes, plural) without dropping it. He lets out his breath in a huff before continuing. ]

Can someone please explain how a machine can take away your sense of touch? Because this isn't funny! I mean, on the one hand, I can't feel pain anymore than I can anything else, so I'm practically the next best thing to invincible right now. But how do I get it back? I need that.

( action )

narcissistictendencies

[So, the feed will open to a very, very unimpressed face. Oh so very unimpressed. However, that face might be a little battered and bruised, maybe even slightly bleeding, but it's still obvious how undeniably unimpressed he is. After a moment of silent staring, his dark eyes narrow a fraction, adding mild agitation to the blasé expression. He is well aware this is some form of broadcast, and by the looks of it, it's an open feed, but he really doesn't care if he's making people uncomfortable. He's uncomfortable, and therefore, everyone else should be too.]

Really? No, I mean really? [He also might be a bit tightly wound. He's had a rough day. Understatement of the century, right there.] You should teach your goons not to aim for the face. It's my meal ticket. And honestly? I didn't expect to wake up in such nice accommodations. Actually, I was thinking more like a basement or a dungeon or even tied to a chair. But this is creative, I'll give you that.

[He pauses, thinking over the events and his current situation. It just doesn't seem to fit. This isn't AIM. The introduction said something about a Science Center in Cape Kore. He also sincerely doubts the evil twit has a reason to keep him alive. So, unless he's missing a chunk of time, he's just flat stumped. The injuries disprove the 'missing time' theory, however. So, back to posturing at his captor.]

And if you think this little flair of hospitality will make me any more cooperative, you have another thing coming, Killian. By the way, telling me not to escape will only make me try harder. [He gets ready to cut the feed, only to hesitate, brows knitted together in contemplation.] And P.P.S., this cell model is out of date. [Take that Aldrich! The feed is promptly cut thereafter.]

agentx13

[ Sharon is far from pleased to find herself back here. She can remember it now, even though she could swear she had gone home. She and Steve, Sam, Rachel, and SHIELD had fought Codename Bravo and Madame Hydra, and- But it doesn't matter now, because she's back, trapped here by forces she still can't understand.

She surveys the house, noting that if nothing else, the Doctor has been here, and finally stops at the a window. She pours herself a glass of water, takes a sip, and then cues up the video. ]

This is Sharon Carter. Again. It seems I'm back.

What did I miss.

[ Oh, damn it. And she'd better do that, too. But- you know what? No. She can track people down and apologize for screwing them in a sex-crazed haze privately. ]

intelligently

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

[ pause ]

[ and that is rare for Lydia Martin ]

dump

[ Because, Lydia, you're ever so slightly hopeful that there is someone out there, someone other than the creepy kidnapper ]

rulebreaks

[Buffy's face is close to her wrist band. A little too close. And she doesn't seem happy with this turn of events.] If this is a joke, can someone please relay to the joke-tellers how unfunny this is? It's like when peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth and it should be funny when really it's just full of the peanut-buttery goodness that could've been. ...Your mouth, that is. Is full of--

Metaphors are stupid. And so are... are robot bears! Bears of any kind, really, I don't think their IQs are that high and I don't have a high opinion of robots either. Call it a childhood trauma. Even if that was like, two years ago.

Alright, someone be spill guy. I'm running out of babble. [a beat] ...How do I turn this thing off?

theservant

[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.]

recognize_an_opportunity

[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.]

manofiron

[ Although the video’s on, it shows a remarkably dull view of the sky. After a moment, during which nothing happens, it may become apparent that its owner doesn’t realize that it’s on. When he starts speaking, in the vague, disconnected voice of a man who’s either delirious, sick, or extremely hungover, it may go a long way in explaining why he doesn’t know he’s being recorded. ]

Well, that… must’ve been some night. [ He sighs and the video blurs until it shows a delightful view of the ground. ] JARVIS, where’s the car? And the nearest source of ibuprofen. I need like, a bottle. Or six.

[ There’s a moment of silence. ]

Jay? Don’t do this to me again, buddy. There’s at least enough power in the— [ The image spins, like the hand the camera’s attached to is patting at something. ] Seriously? The car and the transmitter? What the hell happened last night?

[ There’s another blur and it resolves into a wobbly image of the sky again. ]

Okay, this isn’t the end of the world. Deliverance, maybe, or the woodsy version of The Hills Have Eyes. But that’s okay. I can handle it. Just gotta find a gas station, preferably one without a bunch of cannibalistic yokels, call Rhodey, try not to get eaten by said cannibals, and wait for help to come. And then take a vacation, because obviously going down to the Crab Shack for happy hour with Mister Irresponsible is a bad idea.

[ And with that, he stops talking and starts walking. ]

primogen_vampirate

[Mina's sitting at a desk of some kind, leaned back, feet propped up and crossed at the ankles. She has a relaxed air, despite putting ample amounts of willpower into ensuring that her image comes through on the feed.

For a moment, she plays with the earring in her right ear (she doesn't wear on in the left), her tongue running over the tips of her teeth.]

Well. Now that we've made it through this sensational ordeal of seeing life through each other's eyes, embracing our differences, and coming together with a good, old-fashioned sense of community. Or whatever it is we did. I suppose now is as good a time as any to inform you all that I am, in fact, a vampire.

Yes. I am a legally certified doctor.

No. I don't feed off of my patients.

Yes. I do drink blood.

No. I don't want yours.

[A pause.]

And no. I don't sparkle.

If any of you have some sort of problem with this, you're welcome to come over to House 18 and kill me. It would certainly relieve the monotony of life. And it seems you have no need for a spare doctor around here. Otherwise, goodnight and do have a pleasant tomorrow.

enchangement

[ Sometime before dawn the video clicks on, though it might not be terribly obvious at first; a night like this in a place with such little artificial light means that the video begins terribly dark, but eventually it focuses to show the strange constellations in the sky above Cape Kore. ]

Good morning. May God give you a good morning, adios, good bye, vas a Dios, you go with God, so it has always been attributed to higher and distant and foreign powers, that there is no control to be had over our spinning through the 'verse. Trapped on a rock, in a dream, trapped and here we are, back to ourselves.

Worse for wear. Damaged, cracked, broken, missing pieces, missing tunes, missing bones, missing missing missing...

Some of you are new, agitated and angry and odd like all the others. Why are you here? We don't know. How do you go home? We don't know but she can tell you, she can tell you this...

When you go you are taken and when you are taken it is sudden, and when it is sudden it sets the entire axis to spin in the wrong direction.

[ She sighs. A hand moves to blot out some of the stars, fingers spreading a bit to let the light back through, but not all of it. ]

If God is here then God is trapped along with all the other rats in the maze.

Come on new voices. Come on and upheave your suffering, vent your frustrations, scream to the sky. Make noise that we may be able to better identify the new notes, she and I, make noise so that she may be better able to say goodbye when you're gone if she remains.

Announce yourselves, oh friends of mine, that she may feel reassured you haven't gone to dust like the carbon in starts that sits in our very bones, the iron and silver and atoms that are only as close as they will ever be. Nothing ever touches.

Announce yourselves for I am tired and angry and will set my soul to wounded hearts like the anchor and she won't be tracking you all down today. No, not today.

So much happens from sunset to sunrise. So much happens during the day. So much happens in so few hours, a handful of moments and it may be a miracle we haven't set the woods alight.

Why haven't we?!

[ Private to: Steve Rogers ]

Would you like a list? The dead and the missing?

There was a murder and there are several who did not wake in their beds.

[ Private to: Daneel ]

You have been a good friend to Ned. Thank you thank you thank you.

This means you have to keep yourself whole. Do you fight? Can you fight?

mentis

[ Charles is a man who has his heart on his sleeve and his pain clearly written in too bright blue eyes so of course it makes sense to deliver the message in audio format. It does nothing to mask the weary panic in his voice but at least the full extent is hidden as best as he can. ]

It would appear both Raven and Erik are missing. [ The grief that rattles in his system is like a tempest. He'd woken so relieved, the burst of sound crackling through his mind, the sudden flux of voices in his head, he'd been joyous for a moment before the crushing blow had fallen. He couldn't feel either of them - extending his mind as far as he could, pressing beyond all his strength to try and reach them. They weren't anywhere he could sense and it had closed his throat with a pain that he hadn't been used to.

Some point in the morning everything had flooded back, Ned's blood on the floor and the sharp tang of metal on his tongue and he'd thought of course. Twenty-something years of restraint and it had all broken down and now he could not find his sister or his best friend.

Clearing his throat as he tries to stop certain questions in their tracks without - but what is the point of hiding what he is if he'd turned into a monster any way? ] I don't think they are still on the island. I would know. I thought I should pass on the message either way.

[ Nothing else to say, Charles clicks off the feed. ]

charring

[There's one very normal looking Charlie looking into the device with a small smile on her face. It's an entirely relieved look, as minimal as the expression is. On occasion, her hand will reach up to rub at her mouth as if she's checking that those teeth really are gone. Which she is. She has a quick message for a few people but isn't bothering with filters. Mostly because she doesn't give a damn. It's not like any of this is super secret personal.]

Doctor Banner, thanks again for helping me out with my ever so delightful diet change. Hopefully, I won't need it again.

Tony, do you want the clothes you loaned me back? They're clean.

How's everyone else doing? I was...concerned. [And yes, that was just as hard to admit as it sounded. She's just not good with caring about people.

The video gets shut off. She's done.

She'll be outside, wandering the town for anyone that wants to run into her.]

blackmagus

( Today she has a mission, and that's all that she's allowed to think about. Get in, get the information, get out. Kill anyone who stops you. )

[When she wakes up again (when had she fallen asleep?), it's dark instead of bright and her ears are ringing. Jazz is curled against her side, mewling in distress. She reaches to pet him, before, well, everything sinks in. This isn't Germania. There's rubble behind her, some sort of ruined building, and the climate is different. Not only that, but there's a communication device of some kind fixed to her arm and it's not a Celestial Interface. Frankly, she would have preferred whoever-it-is take her kidneys instead. She's going to get murdered for losing that thing. They hadn't exactly removed it well, either. The incisions are swollen; she can't turn her wrist without gritting her teeth in pain.

And then the tinny voice straight out of sci-fi cinema tells her to "enjoy her stay," and Fortescue's mood goes from vaguely panicky to murderous. What is this, some sort of game that the Inveterates are playing with people now? Well. They want to poke the tiger? They're going to have to deal with the tiger.]

Enjoy my stay. Right. That's cute, darling, but you're going to need to do better. The Gestapo already tried this on me, in a little camp in the mountains, and I burned that hellish place to the ground.

[Her accent, to anyone from Earth, sounds British, and she has a bloody scrape on her forehead that's starting to bleed again. Jazz makes another distressed mewl, curling as close to her as he can; he knows something's wrong.]

Is anyone else here, or am I just talking to myself? I can do that without this... pathetic little band.

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. ]

disbar

[ So, maybe it’s a good thing Jeff had a pair of sunglasses on him when he first showed up. They’re currently perched very firmly over his eyes, but don’t let those distract you, because if the tight line of his mouth is anything to go by, it is pretty clear that he is pissed. The view is firmly set from his shoulders to where forehead meets hairline, and it’s going no farther than that. ]

Hilarious. [ Yeah, you might hear some hissing. No, it’s not the steam that would be comically shooting out of his ears if he was a cartoon character. ]

So. Anyone know how to fix this yet? [ Because he wants his hair back. Nay, he needs his hair back. ]

brittanator

[ Britta's face is obscenely close to the screen, and something about her face looks more angular than normal. She pulls herself back, then quickly dips to grab something and hold it tighter to her chest. Her shoulders are bare, as is... the rest of her. She's concocted a dress made out of Kleenex, but she seems to be struggling with it. ]

WHAT THE EFF?

Who did this! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!

I'm pretty sure these wings are real, okay? Whoever did this? Not cool, dude. Not cool!

And whatever you did with Annie? You'd better undo it right now.

Annie? If you're out there? Come home, okay? I need you.

[ And not just to help Britta find clothes that fit. Britta needs to know her little sister is okay. ]

manofiron

[ For a fleeting moment, Tony Stark’s face fills the screen. Those who know him might recognize his piercing eyes and his immaculately kept hair, perfectly trimmed and styled to look like the dashing figure of the celebrity he is back home. Maybe his skin’s a little paler than usual. And maybe some of its imperfections are gone. But it’s difficult to tell, because it only lasts for a moment.

Two luminous, glowing red orbs suddenly fill the screen as Tony pulls the communicator closer. His lips curve into a devilishly mischievous smirk, but hidden as it as by the limitations of the camera, no one can appreciate it. When he speaks, his voice is a low, throaty purr, edged with just a hint wickedness. ]

Cape Kore. I’ve got a question for you.

[ He moves his arm, pulling it back so more of his finely muscled torso and broad shoulders can be seen. In his skin-tight tank top, there’s plenty of pale, flawless skin to behold. Slowly, he stalks from the shadows of his home’s porch into the brilliant light of the morning.

And the sun, rising over the horizon, fans rays of light over his skin, setting it alight, sparking flashes of fire like a diamond. It’s as though the man is no man at all, but a being of light, angelic and perfect. ]

Do I dazzle you?

(A/N: omg this is my first time writing one of these!! plz be gentle. my poor babu is having a bad day. it will get better tho~ ^_^)

primogen_vampirate

[Mina's using the video feature for a change. Her face flickers on and three things become readily apparent. First, she appears to be naked, at least from the shoulders up, not counting a silver chain around her neck, threaded with a silver ring. Second, she's soaking wet.

Third? She's pissed.

Behind her, one can see the water of the docks. As she speaks, she appears to be bobbing up and down a little bit. The casual observer will notice that there's a faded blue colour running up and down the sides of her neck and shoulders. The more keen observer will also notice that her prim and proper RP seems to be slipping to cockney a little bit at the moment.]

I appreciate a good joke as much as the next person, darlings. Really, I do. But you see, the thing about comedy is that it's only funny if it's happening to someone else.

This is not bloody funny.

[Behind her, an iridescent, blue and purple fin breaks the surface of the water for a moment.]

Pendragon, if this is your doing, we really must have words.

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!

nedofpies

[ The video feed switches on upon Ned's determined face. It's his first video communication; he hasn't been using the network much, but this is an important community matter. ]

Does anyone know who is responsible for these? [ Ned waves a copy of that mysterious flyer which has popped up around town so suddenly. He turns the camera back to his own face, talking directly to his fellow captives. ]

Whoever it is, it seems to me like they are trying to sow the seeds of doubt and turn us on one another. Make us so suspicious of one another so we can't work together. Which makes me think it might have come from the people who are keeping us here. And it makes me think that we're starting to worry them. [ There is an edge of anger to his voice, beneath the surface, if you listen closely enough. ]

But I think they're underestimating us. Gossip? Really? [ He half-laughs and shakes his head in amused disbelief. ] We're all grown-ups here. We aren't going to be- to be manipulated by some anonymous bullies. [ The spite in the way he delivers that last word makes it sound as if he's had some experience with bullies. ] We just need to trust one another, and not let this nonsense come between us. Part of that is... coming clean.

So. Me first. [ Ned swallows, takes a moment to collect his courage. It's a big thing to confess, even if plenty of people already know about it. For all his big talk, honesty is against Ned's very nature. But this isn't exactly a normal place, and at this point, owning up is just a part of damage control. ]

...It's true. I brought someone back to life. [ He exhales, half in relief. It's done, now. No going back. ] It's not like that was a secret. It happened in broad daylight and there were like, a dozen witnesses, so this- [ He brandishes the paper again ] is not exactly an exposé, is it? As for being 'mint-in-the-box', well, I don't even know what that means, so I can't say if I am one way or another.

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