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Zevran Arainai
mmmleather
22 January 2012 @ 11:40 am
[video]  
[Oh hey look it's Zevran. And he seems to have the hang of his phone, finally. He's also no longer in the Morgue, and instead appears to be browsing one of the clothing stores... In what appears to be the Women's Shoes department.]

[He's examining a pair of brown, pleather boots, frowning slightly.]

A question, if I may.

[He flicks a hand toward the boots, making a face.]

Is there nowhere one can find real leather in this city? This is... not right. The feel of it is all wrong. A fake sort of leather, perhaps?
 
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safetydancing
22 January 2012 @ 05:29 pm
♞ Something, something, Death and taxes. Confucius.  
[Voice]

[The voice heard sounds like a smoker's rasp, a monotone, which at first sounds like it originates from boredom, but is nothing but vexed.]

Eliza?

... I don't suppose there's anyone in this frequency? Shit.

Right. For the end of the world, it still looks a lot like Detroit to me.
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destinedwaters
22 January 2012 @ 01:35 am
1st way found | video  
[The feed doesn't start away very soon... or if it did, the camera portion of the device is hidden by a hand as the owner reads what's on the screen. She soon realizes her mistake though, uncovering it as she flips the phone over to reveal longer blue hair and equally bright eyes. The woman seems to have at least found some clothing, at least.]

This city... It's so much stranger than what I've seen back there. [And by 'stranger' she may or may not be referring to what she'd think of as dark and sinister, yet how this doesn't scare her seems to be rather intriguing... Though she does seem a bit distracted or worried.]

If anyone's actually hearing me: may I ask what's going on with this place? [Or how she escaped the Heartless, for one. Yet she recalls one other place pulling her from the unexpected, so she feels she may as well ask.] And has anyone seen someone named Terra... or Ven?
 
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Tony Stark
failsatsecrets
21 January 2012 @ 10:02 pm
[video]  
[Is anyone surprised that Tony's in his shop? No? Didn't think so.]

Alright, I normally wouldn't be this nice... But since I'm not the only one to have found strange stuff lately, I guess I can say something before I start pulling this thing apart. [He holds up a bright yellow and black jumpsuit, that belongs to a certain young mutant.]

It looks like it's something that manipulates energy of some sort, but I can't seem to find any power source. So if the owner is around somewhere, I'd appreciate you telling me what the hell this is before my curiosity kills me.

And to everyone I told I'd be making things for... Sorry about the delay. I was a little tied up for a few days.
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livethecreed
livethecreed
21 January 2012 @ 08:37 pm
[Voice/Text || Filtered to Altair; then to Malik]  
I need to speak to you. In person. There are things I know that concern you and you deserve to know about them.


[Filtered to Malik; Text only]

I'm telling him today, you may want to make sure you're available in case this doesn't go well. I'll let you know either way.
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leto atreides ii
runsthepath
20 January 2012 @ 10:47 pm
001 | video  
[[ooc; Blue is Ghanima. Black is Leto.]]

[ The video feed flicks on with little ado - no curses or crashing or large blurs of motion. There’s nothing besides a young teenage girl’s face - somewhere between 14 and 16 - with blond hair bobbing in a ponytail as she walks, the screen with it - blue eyes lit up with a very abnormal glow. For all intents and purposes, she seems to be unaware she’s recording as she regards the phone in her hands. ]

Mobile communication - though still primitive, contained to nations, continents, planets. [ She pauses, a slight, reminiscent smile quirks her lips. Her tone takes on a sweet kind of nostalgic tint.] Back when our gaze was only so wide.

[ Another pause, but this one thoughtful, chewing at her lower lip and she goes over some mental process. ]

Twenty-first century, A.D. [ Her eyes dart to the side, phone tilting with it to display her companion. ] Close?

Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi. But no longer. [He chuckles. The teenager at the girl's side is of the same height and age as her. His eyes are also tinted with blue, and a strange pattern ripples across the skin on his neck, up towards his face.

He looks over at her, a faint smile on his lips.]

That date is correct for the technology. However, the dimension is not. [A thoughtful look] Or perhaps it is.

[ She gives a grin – a bit of mischief slipping into it as she speaks like she’s dutifully ]

Lord of Jason Steward of New York City but not so of Sneha Baliarsingh haled from Odissa, and ‘dune’ is but a term that inspires thirst – “Muad’Dib” just a collection of syllables. Though neither, in the centuries between them Christus Dominus’ reign stretches, has yet heard of an ‘Abax’. [ She uses present tense, as if these two instances, though with years separating, are both the present, time meaning nothing in between.

Her grin becomes sly, knowing, as a shoulder bumps into that of her companion’s, one arm wrapping around his to tug at it. ] What dimension indeed.

[ The look she gives clearly expects to be told the answer to this, as if she’s assured he knows it and is simply withholding. ]

[First he looks up at the sky and then back at her, the faint smile still there.] A powerful one.

[He has no answers for her, and doesn't seem bothered by it. So instead he turns his gaze on the camera.] Powerful enough to block any senses, no matter the world that created them.

[ She’s puzzled for a second, eyes still locked to the side of his fair, glancing over his features – the toughened wormskin there slowly covering a cheek. And after that, there’s a moment of distress, her lips pursing as eyebrows knit. Leto being out of his depth is… unsettling to her. ] …Then we’ve been taken. Backward in time, yet not space. It’s a pocket?

[ Her eyes follow the trail of his, down to the camera. Something seems to click. ] …And these others?

We've been taken. [That's all he can confirm. He moves the arm she's taken possession of and weaves his fingers around hers. Backwards, forwards, it's difficult enough sometimes for him to track his own movements even with a map, and this place simply doesn't exist within his sight. But his demeanor is a cue that, somehow, this doesn't destroy their plans.]

The others? They can tell us of their home worlds.

[ There’s the immediate question of ‘But what of the Path?’, but she withholds it. Let her get it later. Sometime when they don’t have company. She blinks her worry away and the smile comes back, though perhaps not as true as before. Her head tilts towards the camera, looking into now, very obviously aware of the audience. ]

Yes, we’ve granted you a handful of story weaving, now do any care to return the favor?


[[ooc; tl;dr summary: there are a couple very well adjusted teenagers, already walking around with clothes and everything, who seem to know a large chunk of the welcome committee information already, as well as have creepy memories of all of time ever. And they want to know about YOU. Mind-readers may want to read this! Also, you may get responses from both twins and they also may threadjack each other, so be forewarned \o/ ]]
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Slipstream
dontasktrix
21 January 2012 @ 12:44 am
[Video] What the frag is this thing?  
[Slipstream is broadcasting from one of District One's nondescript office spaces. The lighting is unflattering, and her wingtips nearly touch the drop ceiling. She holds in her talons a hoopak: something like a combination walking stick and slingshot. There's a small sales tag hanging from the stick.]

Let's say I seem to have come into possession of a most rare object. The Hoopak of Tasslehoff Burrfoot. Yes; it sounds like some podiatric ailment... [Her lip components sneer in disgust.] ...But, it appears to function as a multi-tool.

[She's no Swindle, but she does her best to make the object sound valuable, as she swings the hoopak about to show off the sling attached to the forked end.]

Approximately 1.08 meters in length, of a sturdy wood, includes pointed ferrule and attached sling. Suitable for supporting organics during exploration of mysterious urban environments, or slinging rubber-band balls about your converted office spaces. [She pauses, dental plates biting her lower lips component as she tries to think of further uses to exhort] The forked end enables use as a surveying rod to sight star positions!

Now, what would you be willing to bid for this incredibly useful and multi-functional item?
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Kʏʟᴇ Rᴀʏɴᴇʀ
illustres
20 January 2012 @ 11:30 pm
first sketch ✷ video  
Okay, so this place looks nice, if you like the whole "ghost city" angle.

[First thing's first, clothes? Check. No Ring, though, but Kyle does a good job hiding his worry with a fairly flippant tone. When in doubt, make jokes. Lighten the situation if only a little.]

But I'm sure that a lot of people would prefer to having things work and, y'know, not looking like something out of a post-apocalyptic horror film. Though I suppose waking up naked in a morgue would count as something like that anyway.

Sooo, guess what I'm trying to ask is what's the deal with this place? Think in my experiences and if all the movies I've watched are true, we got some serious -

[And Kyle's cut off from further speech as he unceremoniously crashes into an open car door, with the device going flying to show him rubbing his head.]

Ow...
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Eᴍɪʟʏ Mᴀᴅsᴇɴ
scorchingheaven
20 January 2012 @ 10:57 pm
003. ☼ voice  
Well.

This is great. Should be used to people up and disappearing like this, but might as well -

If anyone's heard from Kuchiki Rukia, Kurosaki Ichigo, or someone by the name of "Shiro", let me know, please? If not ... guess it's a good thing they got out of here, then.

[Times like this Madsen's glad she doesn't have the video on, otherwise it'd be obvious there's a bit of a fall in her facial expression.]
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blackbiohazard
20 January 2012 @ 05:13 pm
☢ ENTRY 002  
Now that those damned handcuffs are gone, I have information I would like to share.

It's a known fact that damage to buildings, food, and the like replenish themselves over time. I have observed an interesting phenomenon.

After destroying a small corner of the wall in my residence, I watched it. When the clocktower in the center of the city struck midnight, the pieces of drywall that I had dislodged moved all on their own and re-assimilated themselves into the wall. I did not detect any sort of strange energy... it was... [he just growls. He doesn't like this nonsense]

My attempts to record this event using this device did not work. The phones are subject to the same "rollback" as everything else in this strange city. But I have repeated these results. If you don't believe me, feel free to repeat the experiment yourself. But I wouldn't lie about things like this.

[LOCK; 42-16-79 (Christine Chapel)]

I found something of yours. It looked important, but I could not figure out what it is. I left it in a secure location.


[LOCK; 13-19-24 (Sousuke Aizen)]

I am ready to perform the train experiment.
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Kaito Takamiya
hawkishly
18 January 2012 @ 10:07 pm
[video]  
[The video flicks on, and Kaito is there looking curious.]

Has anyone been able to locate a news archive? A single newspaper could be useful too. Or are those missing along with anything else that's remotely useful?

[There's a lot of empty ammunition boxes out there, man. His line of thought is interrupted, however, when Kaito notices that something is amiss. There used to be footsteps behind him. He glances over his shoulder, just to make sure he hadn't lost his shadow.]

[It's the lighting that seems to make it look all the worse. More of a wash out than would be expected under such a glare, pale skin paler as Sasuke places a hand to the wall of one those abandoned shops and stops completely. Head bowed slightly, he looks out at the path ahead of him, lips pulling downward. Clearly unhappy about something, though the tightness about his mouth suggests no talk on that matter is forthcoming.

Instead, fingertips curl in against the bricks and a quick glance is thrown at his reflection in the window. ]

Tch. . .

[Kaito comes to an eventual stop and frowns, obviously ready to say something.]

What? Should I slow down?

[Eyes narrow as they fix on Kaito's figure. Already it has Sasuke pushing himself up, away from that wall. Another step taken forward, but no more than that.]

I don't need you to do anything.

[Just a lifted brow at that. Who was it exactly that nursed Sasuke back to the land of the living after that whole poisoned-cuffs episode? But sometimes it was easier to go along with him than not... Not that ever it makes a difference.]

You were more honest when you were sick.

[That glare now takes on a fine-pointed edge, death-inducing really. Sasuke lets loose a rough huff and turns back to the path they had been taking. Another step, fingers curling in tight against his palm.]

If that's all you're looking for, find someone else.

[A glare that has lost its effectiveness on a certain person. Welp, his back. A familiar sight. That's probably good, because Sasuke can't see the look that Kaito directs at him: "Oh really?"]

So that I can find you curled up and dead in a corner later because you think you never need help? [Ha.] No.

[Sasuke's back stiffens at that immediately. Fingers unfurl. A breath is release, and with its departure, he turns to level Kaito with fully flattened stare. Him. . .dead? Just who the hell did you think he was, Kaito?

Without another word, merely a soft tch, Sasuke begins walking once more. No more time wasted on Kaito's concern or the vestiges of illness.]

[And that's how you score. Kaito, 1. Sasuke, 0.

Sasuke ambiguous as always when defeated, that Kaito can't help the smallest grin. Typical. That's when he belatedly realizes that his phone is still recording.

He cuts the feed short at that.]
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valianced
18 January 2012 @ 09:01 pm
01. [text/video]  
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[It looks like Lucy's found the keyboard function, though there's nothing more than some very confused keysmashing for quite awhile. She's only familiar with typewriters, after all.

Later, after a bit more experimenting, the video feed suddenly clicks on. It's blurry and at a really bad angle, but it's enough to tell that the camera is pointing at a girl who doesn't seem aware that she's being recorded.]

--er. What does this bit do, I wonder?

[There's more background fiddling and the whole picture tilts crazily before settling with a bit more confidence on Lucy's face again.]

Hello? Is anyone there?
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Garrus Vakarian
turian_honor
18 January 2012 @ 04:56 pm
[Voice]  
[There's the rustling of paper, and the scrape of something scaled across metal, along with a sharp, surprised inhalation.]

[... more rustling. As if someone were looking around.]

Hello? [Then, quieter:] Oh, this can't be good...

[The voice is male, and echoes, ever so slightly. Probably a familiar sort of distortion to a lot of people in the city by now.]

[Something clatters, and the phone is picked up, more metallic clicking as talons poke and prod the fairly archaic-looking piece of tech. It's on. At least that's what it looks like. And since his other communication devices are conspicuously absent...]

Why not...?

Can anyone hear me on this thing? Or am I just wasting my time?
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Ｔｅｓｓａ Ｖａｒｚｉ
loveofvenom
18 January 2012 @ 05:06 pm
001 ☠ [Audio] ☠ Help I'm Alive  
[There's a thumping, banging, jerking. Screaming. Oh god the screams are so loud echoing in the morgue. Screams as if someone is being murdered or burned alive. The Italian is frantic, coming out in desperate gasps.]

Perché? Perché Dio?

[Even more frantic movement. The sound of paper tearing.]

Why am I alive? God, what have I done to deserve this punishment. I shouldn't be alive. Non mi merita questo.

[A loud bang can be heard, as if a fist has collided with something solid and metal. A faint sob manages to make itself known.]

Why, God, am I alive?
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Nikola Tesla
teslitricity
18 January 2012 @ 04:45 pm
[video] First Experiment.  
[When the phone clicks on, it is sitting on a table in one of Abax's upscale clothing stores, at about waist high, and tilted slightly upwards to show a wide shot of the rear of the store. Tesla is standing just off of center from the camera, in front of a floor length mirror, turned sideways from the screen. He's dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a white long-sleeve button up shirt. He's carefully tying a black tie around his neck, his eyes focused on the mirror.]

Hello everyone.

[He speaks without looking at the screen, just as he's finishing tying the tie, and after a moment or two he shakes his head and pulls it off in one smooth motion, tossing it off-screen and selecting a second, nearly-identical one, which he puts on as he resumes talking.]

I'm certain most of you won't recognize me, the downsides of being forced into seclusion, but you should all trust that from this moment on, you're better off than you were before. And please, I don't need the explanations everyone seems insistent on giving about this. This isn't even the first time I woke up in a morgue, let alone the strangest thing I've experienced.

But I mean, think of it. Trapped in a city of endless darkness with no answers, no solutions, no hope. No one to ferret out the secrets of this place and find your way home. Lost, desperate, afraid.

Well, until now, anyway.

[He seems satisfied with the tie, and he slides a dark blue vest off the back of another rack and slips it on, buttoning it up carefully. He's silent again, considering it for a moment, before he retrieves a suit coat he had already chosen that matches the pants he's wearing and tugs it on. Finally, as he's buttoning it, he turns to actually look at the camera, and he's grinning faintly. It's a sly, knowing, grin, tinted with an arrogance that he believes is well-earned.]

My name is Nikola Tesla, which should certainly mean something for the more educated amongst you. And since I've apparently been drafted into this little adventure, I suppose I'll lend my considerable intellect to ensuring we're all home by breakfast.

[He picks up the phone as he talks, his smirk getting a bit wider.]

So don't worry. I'm here to save the day. As usual.

[He seems to be about to turn off the phone when he pauses, and his smirk turns almost sardonic.]

Oh, and Helen. Assuming you're here, and assuming my own arrival is probably your fault...I can't blame you, really, I'd want my help too...I forgive you for doing so without asking. Call me.
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Desolas
desolas
18 January 2012 @ 04:37 pm
First Command | Video  
[He jerks as he wakes, the phone on his chest sliding off and clicking on. It’s completely ignored by its new owner who neither knows what it is nor cares at that exact moment. His eyes narrow in the darkness, hands shifting to press against the material—is he captured? Why would they put him in a bag? Much less one so flimsy.]

What nonsense is this?

[Desolas wastes no time in putting his talons to good use, digging one into the material and shredding a hole in said bag. He growls in annoyance, his movements growing quick and careless as he completely decimates the bag. Once free of his containment, he casts what’s left of it aside, the phone clattering instead to the floor as he addresses the empty morgue.]

This is clearly not Shanxi. For what purpose have I been brought here? [He doesn’t wait for a response before he continues with a flare of his mandibles.] I demand answers.
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fucking_rope
fucking_rope
18 January 2012 @ 06:03 pm
001; Double intro~!  
[ooc: For those that are unaware of The Boondock Saints or haven’t seen the movie and if you haven’t shame on you, here's a good clip that showcases their personalities. And Connor’s endless love of rope.]

[Even before he's opened his eyes, Murphy knows already that something's not right - it's cold, still...and quiet. Way too quiet. Opening his eyes blearily, he sits up, a black cell phone promptly falling off of his chest and onto the floor. Ignoring that for now, Murphy's unaware that the fall switched the video feed on. Right now, however, he's more concerned with finding his brother and getting out of…wherever this was.

Right about now, he becomes aware of what he's wearing - or rather, what he wasn't wearing the night before. A hospital gown..? Climbing off of the table, he steadies himself on it as he tries to figure out what the holy flying fuck was going on here]

Connor? Connor, where the fuck are ye?!

[Right about now, he sees the tag tied around his toe...]

[There is a muffled groan from the wall of freezers off to Murphy's right - then there's a loud bang, like something dense smacking into a very resilient slab of metal.]

Jesus fucken' - Christ tha' hurt! [One could almost see the man inside hold his head in pain, just from the painful noise heard thereafter.]

...Murph'?

[Now the voice quickly shifts, and sounds plain exasperated, tinged with irritation.] Murph' this isn't fucken funny you little prick, a'right? Jus' what the fuck is this?

[Murphy rips the toe tag off, though he can't really read it in the dim light. With another look around, hoping that maybe Connor was on another table elsewhere in the room. However, this theory is debunked by the sudden 'bang' sound, closely followed by his brother's voice.]

The fuck..?

[Going over to the source, he presses his ear to one of them, trying to work out which one Connor's in.]

Ye think I'm enjoyin' this??

[Eventually, he finds Connor's 'freezer', and pulls the drawer out, backing up when he feels how fucken freezing it is in there.]

Th’fuck're ye doin' in a goddamn fucken freezer-?! Where th'hell are we, Conn - I'm pretty sure Rocco doesn't live in a fucken morgue.


[Connor jumps out as soon as the drawer is open, the tips of his hair coated in little ice particles. He's jumping up and down on the balls of his feet, blowing into his hands to warm them.]

How th'fuck should I know why I woke up in a fucken' freezer? I sure as fuck didn't put meself there!

[Slamming the freezer shut again, Murphy rubs his hands together for the same reason as he gauges his brother, trying to see if he's joking or not.]

Well I don't fucken know, do I?

[Glancing down, he see's that Connor has a matching tag. He indicates to it.]

You've got one as well..Conn', if you're tryin' ta trick me or somethin', it got old about 5 minutes ago.

[Suddenly remembering the device he had on him, Murphy looks back to the table, walking over to it, before finding said device on the floor. The little red 'recording' light brings a scowl to his face as he picks it up.]

Th'fuck..

I ain't kiddin', Murph'... [He's seen reading the tag, face scrunched together as he skims the words.] 'Connor Macmanus, five eleven, one hundred -.... Welcome to 'Abax'?' Jus' what th'hell was Rocco smokin' las' night? Speakin' of, where is the hairy prick?

Th'fuck should I know, I jus' told ye, I woke up here...[Glancing over at Connor.] This thing's recordin' us - [Now directly addressing the cell phone] I know someone can hear this - where th'fuck are we?

[The taller twin thwacks Murphy's head with the tag.] Says 'Abax' right there, who taught yeh ta read?

[Really? When he was trying to get answers? The phone is set down heavily as Murphy gives Connor a hard shove] A'right GENIUS, where the fuck is 'Abax'? Hm? Cos I ain't fucken heard'a it-!!

[Yeah, really. He's frustrated and cold and there are things that are supposed to be on the outside that were damn near on the inside and oh yes did he forget to mention he woke up in a fucken freezer? In return, he smacks Murphy with his open palm, then grabs his hair and shoves him face down toward the floor.]

An' the fucken' camera tha's randomly recordin' us is jus' magically gonna start spoutin' words of encouragement, is it?

Ah-! Hey FUCK YA-!! [Managing to roll onto his back, he brings a knee up into Connor's abdomen, whacking him round the head all the while.]

If it's recordin', then there's a chance it's broadcastin', ye fucken retard-! Someone might pick it up or somethin', I don't fucken know-!! [No, he really has no idea - he just doesn't want to admit that he might be wrong.] Get th'fuck off'a me!

[That hurt you son of a bitch! They are now effectively sprawled on the cold tile floor, naked except for their paper-thin gowns, and wrestling like a pair of Irish teenagers.]

Th'fuck sci-fi land you livin' in, Rambo? This isn't Star Trek! Yeh hopin' Kirk's gonna start broadcastin' to yeh - ow! Yeh motherfuckin prick!

[And it’s then that a blurry limb smacks the phone, knocking the feed offline.]

[ooc: Darker green font is Connor, lighter green is Murphy~ <3]
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Noboru Ijyuuin
searchmylight
18 January 2012 @ 11:43 am
01 : Video  
[After several long minutes of panic about being in a morgue, and after wandering a few halls of the hospital, the young doctor finally settles down on a bench in a found lab coat and picks up his phone.]

Is anyone else here? Can... someone tell me where I am, and why I'm... not dead? I didn't die, but this says I'm dead. It's pretty bad if there's no cause of death listed, but I'm obviously alive.

[He hangs his head, sounding frustrated.]

If someone... could explain. This is a dream, isn't it? And what kind of a hospital is this?
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黒崎　一護, Kurosaki Ichigo
savior_n_black
18 January 2012 @ 03:23 am
☀ 04; video/voice  
( locked to Rinzler ( OU )Collapse )
( Locked to ShiroCollapse )
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interim_ceu
18 January 2012 @ 01:25 am
1st OS [Video]  
[The voice that sounds over the phone when he finally manages to clamber out of the body bag of all things and get the strange cell phone to dial a working number is shaky, bewildered and a little panicked.]

Lora? Roy! Someone answer me, please, what happened! Oh God, I know I've been working myself a little hard lately, but this is taking it a little far, don't you think???

[He's trying to laugh at his own comment. It does little good.]

Come on, guys, where am I? I want to go home. Right. Now.
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missedtwoyears
18 January 2012 @ 01:18 am
004 | Audio [Backdated to Monday] | Normandy Filter  
[Shepard's using audio today, because quite frankly, she doesn't really want anyone seeing just how exhausted she is. Succumbing to poison handcuffs is, apparently, Just That Embarrassing.]

Report in, people. Let me know you're still breathing.
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Yori Trace
yorisearching
17 January 2012 @ 09:39 pm
zero: 00000 [video]  
[All the camera shows is Yori's face and a fall of loosely curled blonde hair; she looks brisk and businesslike.]

If this is Flynn's new system, he has got to work on his coding. Does anyone know where I can find an I/O tower? Or-- [She falters, just a fraction.]

Tron? Are you here?

[A hopeful smile, flickering back to friendly neutrality almost at once.]

If anyone can help me find a proper energy source around here, I could use that, too. This sector seems underpowered.
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Revan
destroystosave
17 January 2012 @ 06:16 pm
♕ Third Strategy | Video  
[The phone is flat on the ground, angled up at Revan. It's a little difficult to tell, but she's sitting in a meditative position, lightsaber across her lap, eyes closed. There's a faint tone of amusement in her voice as she speaks.]

Just curious, but how many of you have arrived here from Coruscant? I only ask because it's getting a little bit tiresome to continuously have people either accusing me of kidnapping them or getting angry that I won't admit to it. [She leans over, opening one eye to peer into the camera.] My name is Revan, former Dark Lord of the Sith, murderer, hero, traitor, blah blah and so on. If you could state your name and grievance with me now, I will happily ask my assistant to make a file of you all. [Hint: there is no assistant.]

And Feferi? I enjoyed our adventures while trapped together. Don't be a stranger. [She's in your city, corrupting your youth.]
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agtcarter
agtcarter
17 January 2012 @ 07:56 pm
002 || video  
[It's the first time that Peggy has used the video function to communicate with anyone so it takes her a few moments to adjust it so she's directly looking into the camera.]

Hello, everyone.

[Peggy smiles, her tone pleasant. Now that she knows a few people and her situation, she isn't so hostile.]

I know that for some of you, collecting supplies from the abandoned shops and buildings has been key to your survival. Now I'm not suggesting that any of you should stop that, but I think that there needs to be some organisation.

Since it appears that we're going to be here for some time, we need to keep track of the supplies we have so that we don't run out too quickly. It will take a few people to help with the organisation so I'm hoping that some here will express an interest.

Please direct your queries to me via this post. My name is Margaret Carter.

Thank you.
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Charles Francis Xavier
excessivehubris
17 January 2012 @ 09:48 am
Video  
[Charles has found himself a wax pencil and glass, lots and lots of glass to write on. Windows were wonderful things!

He's busy working on something that looks like either a giant spider or possibly something resembling a flow chart, its hard to tell. He has a note book pressed against the glass with his left hand, writing with his right and he keeps pausing to shake his sweater sleeve back from his wrist. The fabric is catching on what looks like ... well, we won't go into graphic detail but someone definitely fought against the handcuffs.

Without looking towards the recording device, too caught up in what he's writing or drawing, Charles just starts talking, his tone distracted.]

Is there someone who is capable to debris a wound? It strikes me that I am unaware of any medical personnel in the City beyond the capable Nurse Chapel. Nurse Chapel if you happen to see this would you be able to debris and dress an injury?

Also, Mr. Isaac Clarke. If you see this message, I was wondering if you had time to further discuss that matter we had talked about a month or so ago?
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eveningplum
eveningplum
17 January 2012 @ 02:39 am
[Video]  
[Turning on the feed, she peeks down at the camera and waves happily.]

Well, I don't really like all the night going on so sister and I thought we'd try and offer a little bit of light!

[Stepping away from her feed, she opens her arms towards some of the hand made paper lanterns she and Vietnam made.]

We have a bunch if anyone would like some! They're in various colors too but sister and I set our sights to red since they reminded us more of home than anything else.

We also have some of the floating lanterns we used to make when we were little! Though, China was made we always tried to light his hair on fire.
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Shaun Hastings
the_historian
17 January 2012 @ 03:57 am
[Video] [Backdated slightly, to a day or so into the event.]  
-mean to tell me there is no way to adjust the volume?  You know, that tiny knob - When you turn it, and the so-called music stops violating my ears?  Just a little thing, really.

Not only am I cuffed to a complete bloody-

[Oh, wait.  He's managed to get the device on.  Normally, he'd be sticking to voice, as it's a bit safer in his mind - But he couldn't really see what he was doing, and pressed the video instead.  As such, you may notice why he's failed in his endeavours...  The historian is missing his glasses.

Doesn't he look thrilled?

The so-called music is the endless loop of nineties pop signature of Commoveo, though the bloody idiot he is referring to is somewhere off screen.]

Yes, as much as I hate to tear you away from whatever important work you are no doubt doing, Rebecca...

I've a small favour to ask.
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Aizen Sōsuke 「 藍染 惣右介 」
transcendens
16 January 2012 @ 04:35 pm
[ Video ]  
[ There isn’t much to see behind him. A bit of illuminated grantite. A sliver of black that, by now, ought to be easily recognizable as the sky. His hair shifts in the wind, proof that he’s outside, though if the chill of the air disturbs him, there’s no discomfort evident on his face. Maybe it’s the sweater and the heavy coat keeping him warm. Maybe he just doesn’t care.

He isn’t looking at the phone when the video turns on. His eyes are turned away, focused in front of him on something beyond the view of the camera. A moment passes, during which he absently takes a drink from some sort of bottle. It’s only when he’s lowered it that he finally looks at the phone.

One eyebrow arches as he silently clears his throat. ]

There’s a world out there beyond the city. Has anyone else noticed?
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chokeaslug
16 January 2012 @ 11:30 am
2 pill : Backdated to the 14th :video  
All right. Finally. Those damn things are off.

[Oh, hey people. Don't mind her. She's just gonna be sitting there all casual in the hospital lab with a borrowed lab coat. Wait, borrowed permanently. It's hers now. Finders keepers. When she's sure she has the people's attention, she's going to shake a little vial that's in her hand.]

I know I was not the only person forced into those lovely handcuffs. Or suffer from the lovely effects of using our powers against it.

[She pulls the lab coat back with her free hand, showing where the spikes bit into her skin. It's starting to fade already, but it's still there. More like a bruise, really.]

Anyway, I've been able to figure out the poison, and create an antidote for it. The only price I have, is to consider helping me clean up a place for myself. That's it. Other doctors, healers, whatever want to know the formula? That's all I ask. I want a place of my own, to get away from the hospital sometimes. And this place is clearly lacking something I really need.

I'll be in the hospital waiting for people who want to take this.

[before she ends the call, she remembers something, and grins.]

Also, this is taken orally. You could take it other ways but-that's up to you. Unless you annoy the hell out of me, then I will shove it in the other way.
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Cissnei of the Turks
shurikenfemale
14 January 2012 @ 01:53 pm
03 ✢ [video]  
[Now usually she's not one to complain. In fact, she basically never complains.

But today? Today is the exception. On the screen is a very exhausted Cissnei thanks to the poison.]

This must be one of the worst birthdays I've had yet.
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Rinzler / Tron
notglitching
13 January 2012 @ 01:28 am
Conflict://003 — [text; encrypted; hackable] — Backdated to the morning of 1/10  
[FILTERED to: Laura Kinney]

[The message is short. Specific. Directed to just one number, with encryptions applied to prevent outsiders from listening in.

But anyone with skill and interest in watching the network? Will notice something. This encryption is weak. Obvious errors, obvious flaws, that make it simple enough to crack, despite the complex formatting. And to anyone who knows this number, that could suggest all sorts of things. Trap, deception. Rinzler's been poking around the network for over a month now, and has never sent something so hopelessly badly secured.

The actual reason? He's just that poorly off.]

Assistance requested.
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Theodore "Teddy" Altman
forsakeprophecy
12 January 2012 @ 10:48 pm
shapeshift 004 [voice/action to Morgana]  
[If Teddy doesn't sound so good when the feed comes on, it's because he really isn't. Trying to shapeshift out of the handcuffs was not a good idea, nor was trying to break them using super strength. In fact trying to do anything had just been bad and now he was seriously feeling the effects. Either his healing factor wasn't working, or the poison had been specifically designed to affect him. He was sure it was the latter and that made him feel even sicker than he already did.]

Hey, Laura. I think we're going to have to-- [A pause and he swallows down a wave of nausea.] --take a rain check on your birthday party. I promise we'll throw one once everyone's okay... [They're going to be okay, right?]

Uh, anyone figured out what that message meant? I'm no good at riddles; I think we'd need someone like Batman to figure this one out. He's good at riddles, right? [A weak chuckle and then a hiss. It makes his head spin.] Well, except College Humour Batman...
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Nurse Christine Chapel
chapelbelle
12 January 2012 @ 05:38 pm
Fifth Diagnosis ☤ Video  
Well, I haven't seen anyone else talking about this, so if Laura and I are the only ones this is happening to I'll feel pretty silly but...

[She holds up a wrist to reveal the pink, fluffy covered handcuff.]

Anyone else wake up randomly handcuffed to someone? And did this crazy pink stuff start to grow when you tried to pick the lock?

[She sighs.]

Just another delightful day in Abax. Ok, time for a solution. Does anyone have a key in their possession that would fit a handcuff lock?


[ooc: backdated to the start of the event, before the text message]
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abaxmods
abaxmods
12 January 2012 @ 04:34 am
Text to all; Event  
[ The text is sent to all of the trapped partners of Abax; there is no return number, only the bright glow of the text on screen. ]


"Only in the sum of my halves may you find the key"
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Tony Stark
failsatsecrets
09 January 2012 @ 12:30 am
[video]  
[Tony is in a decent sized room, surrounded by what seems to be a junkyard that was dragged inside. But, he seems to be pleased with himself and his mess.]

Alright, I think I've got enough scrap to start some small projects. If anyone happens to find anything that looks marginally useful laying around, give me a shout. Especially if you happen to find a working computer. Or hell, even one that doesn't work would be great.
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Kuchiki Byakuya
ofnoblemind
09 January 2012 @ 12:10 am
003 - [Video]  
I do not like this feeling...

Some of you have made note of feeling as if you are being watched, or similar experiences, but has anyone figured out a source for the uneasiness? Identifying that is more important.

( [Private to Hisana, Ichigo, and Shiro]Collapse )
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Yusuf Tazim da Istanbul
yusuf_tazim
06 January 2012 @ 10:25 pm
02 ા [audio/action]  
[Yusuf's been doing a bit of exploring and, let's face it, climbing. He took a good, long look at a certain map and, well, what better thing to do than to actually put this knowledge to good use?

You might find him on a higher building somewhere, though not without a heavy sigh here and there. Such a pain, getting around without a hookblade.]

There is something... unsettling about this place. Not like in Constantinople, of course, but there is something that makes a man wonder very strange things.

[Like if it really is just them in this silent, desolate place.]
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Cheetara
guardsthecrown
06 January 2012 @ 09:35 pm
003 | Video  
[Cheetara is broadcasting from a lounge area within the Abax Provocateur lingerie shop. She's seated in a plush armchair, surrounded by shimmering decor. She wears her usual midriff-baring, indoor clothing. Yet, she is not truly relaxed.]

For those I haven't yet met, I'm Cheetara of the Thundercats, a Thunderian Cleric from Third Earth. [This much she's been quite open about; and she gestures now to her surroundings.] I also watch over this shop.

I've been talking to some others, and I've seen a few recent broadcasts about strange, fleeting sights. [Some she's talked with more recently, and others around the time the park opened: Angels, Shinigami, Wizards, Elves, Doctors etc..] These new spirits, if they are such, I haven't seen, myself. [Her eyes visibly roll, as if trying to view her periphery, but this time nothing seems to appear.]

I - and some few others - are concerned there may be another episode of contact, as there was when the park opened to us. We don't know. Yet, even if it is some lesser spell, such as the men of snow, I do not think it will hurt to be prepared or organized, when something comes. Has anyone learned a way of guarding against The Presence, since that time? Or- even some means of warding ourselves to lessen the effects?

And, if not that- Are we organized enough to offer each other shelter or healing, if needed? [She frowns here, at the end, not only at the idea of there being injured, but because she's not sure who she's really advising. She's used to convincing one, not many.]
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ᴛʀɪᴄᴋsᴛᴇʀ † ɱιrεℓą Djυrιc
cannythief
06 January 2012 @ 07:44 pm
3rd Curse § [ V I D E O ]  
[Eventually she will figure out how to work this stupid device and get it off video. But she's out and about, and it's the park that she's wondering this time, bundled up as she is.]

Has anyone else noticed something strange? Like a faint presence?

[She looks away briefly, face disappearing into the shadow of her hood.]

As if you are being watched.
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Tasslehoff Burrfoot
o_is_this_yours
06 January 2012 @ 11:53 am
[]002[] - [Video]  
It's still been so quiet for a city. Slightly better than a dead one, but still, quiet. I'm trying to make a map of the place but it's hard to do that when you keep ending up in the same place you started after you go too far in one direction. I think I have that mostly figured out though.

Oh! I heard that there were some snow-creatures that were creeping around after people and eating them! And magical clothes that wouldn't come off- it's a shame I missed them, I would have liked to see it! And I wonder what it would have been like to get eaten by a snow-being...

[He sighs.]

Oh well. So has anyone found anything interesting?
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Orihara Izaya 折原臨也
knifedances
06 January 2012 @ 12:10 pm
text | Kanra  
So, I can't help hearing all this talk of people ~~disappearing~~ from the city, of ~~escaping~~ or ~~being sent home~~ People's contact information has vanished from our phones, some of you have spoken of noticing people are no longer here...

It's all a little scary, don't you think? Right?

I mean, who's to say they've escaped, or gone home? Why would those be the first conclusions you come to? I'm a little worried myself!! I mean, this is a very strange city after all, anything could have happened to them. Anything!! Maybe they're being held captive somewhere and being forced to undergo experimentation, perhaps they've been taken to another part of the city that we can't get to...

Perhaps they're dead.

And I mean really dead, not like that unpleasant game in the morgue! It's something we should all be thinking about, isn't it? Something to consider. We should all be vigilant!!

((OOC: He has it hacked to show a different case number etc rather than being entirely anonymous!))
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Monkey
crownedape
06 January 2012 @ 01:35 am
02 | Video  
[Everyone, say hello to Monkey and his perpetually spiky hair. He's got his phone propped up against something so it can record him in his hunched position atop a building somewhere in the district. He's decidedly more clothed than when he arrived, and is even sporting a pair of earmuffs. Don't ask him how he got them, because he won't tell you. More noticeably than that is the large metal object resting on his shoulder, which upon closer inspection, can be discerned to be the drive train torn from one of the non-working vehicles.]

I'm liking this place less and less. Terrain's terrible, there's no easy access to the higher ground, and you can't get from place to place without traveling at ground level. [He pauses, cracking his neck.] Can't even get the vehicles working around here. No fuel and no spark. They're definitely good for something, though. [That drive train get tapped against his shoulder a few times.]

So what do you people do around here? I've already scoured half the available area that I could get into from top to bottom, and I need something to do other than scavenge crap.
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Lezard Valeth
necroromance
06 January 2012 @ 01:22 pm
stalking attempt #001: action/video  
Action

[Somewhere in Abax, there is a dude who looks like a total dweeb. He's been lurking around voyeuring on entries in the network and gathering information on where the hell he's ended up, and what's going on. When he was sure wasn't where he expected he'd be, he thinks that somehow, being stuck in some other dimension in a city with things of dubious levels of unsafe is a good turn of events. For him, anyway. He knows how to cross dimensions, he could probably try opening a portal... but he doesn't want to risk that before he's sure it'd be safe for obvious reasons. So he tries the next best thing and goes to some random open area he thinks is away from prying eyes to try to summon a random monster just to see if he can do it.

It ended up as a massive pile of stuffed animals instead.

So he tries to summon something else, thinking that hey, maybe it's just the type he's trying to summon. But no, this time it just came out as a pile of random action figures.

But tenacity is one of his better points, so he's going to try again and again and again and—]

Video

[some while later after a lot of experimentation with various spells other than summoning, he makes a network post. If you squint, there are distinct piles of junk behind him, some scorched, some frozen and... well you get the idea.]

My apologies for the interruption, but I would like to make an inquiry. My name is Lezard Valeth and I have been, ah, experimenting. The result was unfortunately unsatisfactory so I am curious if perhaps there are others who have found certain aspects of their abilities limited while others remain the same?
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Amy Pond [AU!Future]
defiedforaboy
05 January 2012 @ 07:38 pm
004 | Text  
[This really isn't a good day, and for any that know Amy, she's pretty much disappeared that morning.]

For those that knew him, Rory Williams is gone. I don't know what that means, but I hope he's happy and with his Amy.

As it should be.

[She's used to being in an alternate stream without him. She will go on, but it hurts more than she wants to admit. Amy hasn't had to deal with her feelings in a long, long time.]
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Galadriel; Lady of Light
elvenseer
05 January 2012 @ 10:33 pm
02 ✰ video;  
[ Galadriel stands before one of the walls within the office building the Elves call their camp, smoothing long fingers across the surface to carefully blend together colors she's spent several hours applying, having grown fed up with the blandness of the constricting walls around. If they couldn't have any growing things about them, then she would at least draw some with the chalk she'd found on her person during the incident with the sweaters. She's almost whittled them all away in her labor, and the previously white wall is now covered with a mural of a forest long since lost in Middle-earth, but her memory of it is clear. She knows Celeborn would recognize it with ease, were he there to see it. As much as she misses him every moment, Galadriel is thankful for the small mercy that her husband is not trapped in the dark city as well.

Pausing in her task of adding the final touches to the likeliness of a stream, Galadriel glances to the side as she catches something elusive from the corner of her eye, a wry twist to her lips. She's not unaware of it, the glimpses of phantom movement and the sensations of being observed, but she perceives no immediate threat. ]

Games, and more games beside. [ Dismissively, she turns her attention back to the wall. ] I am in no mood to indulge ghosts. Seek your amusement elsewhere.

[ With one last application of color, Galadriel deems the mural done and steps back, brushing chalk stains from her fingers. Now she has nothing but time on her hands once more. Critical eyes on the mural, she switches to Sindarin - she knows it's rude to speak a language only a few understand, but has yet to learn how to privatize messages to specific people. ]

[ Sindarin; ]
Regardless of recent mischief, I have a mind to venture out to explore these lands in further detail. The forest, especially. Those who wish to join me are welcome to do so. [ She smiles to herself - and yes, it is tinged with amusement. ] But you will have to keep up.

( ooc | action for anyone staying at/visiting the camp is all good! )
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Erik Lehnsherr | Magneto
token_vengeance
04 January 2012 @ 05:21 pm
DREI [voice (Or Action if you're in the X House)]  
It seems Comrade Azazel found a way out of the city, and didn't deem it necessary to tell any of us.

[And his tone says that he isn't surprised in the least. While Azazel seemed to like Erik enough--there is no doubt that he had a strong sense of self-preservation.

If it had been anyone else, Erik would have been concerned that they had been merely taken underground, or to some blocked part of the city, for experimentation. But Azazel? No. He is one mutant who would have kept teleporting until he found a loop hole, and never looked back.

But onward with other pressing matters.]

It's become clear that our captors aren't interested in showing their faces to us any time soon. Instead, they seem to enjoy childish experiments, like a boy shaking up his ant farm to watch the insects squirm.

I suggest none of you let your guard down. Complacency is the quickest way for all of us to become trapped here, for good.

[There is conviction in his voice. But when is there not? Erik is nothing if not Passionate.

He pauses, and his tone grows a bit dark, adding one last comment before ending the feed.]

And I suggest you all watch your shadows.

[And the feed is cut.]

[Filtered text to Erik Lehnsherr. No not himself, you nitwits. The other one.]

We should talk.

(ooc: Feel free to action it up if you're in the X-house)
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likethewayiam
04 January 2012 @ 12:25 am
003 | Text  
If someone's gone missing, check the address book on your phone. I think that people who've been removed from it are no longer in the city.

[He's been meaning to send this out for a while, since he knows there are a lot of medieval-types around who don't know how to use their phones. And something else he's noticed:]

The numbers of new arrivals have slowed down.
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Bethany Hawke
goodfor6things
03 January 2012 @ 08:50 pm
☀ II. [video/action]  
[Bethany's spent most of her time exploring the city lately, gathering supplies and scouting out points of interest. It's boring work, and if she's completely honest? She almost misses the Deep Roads, in some strange, small way. Not that she'd ever admit that out loud, of course.

Though her wandering is usually pretty aimless, she seems to be set on searching for something - or someone - in particular, today.]

Where in the world did she...

[And then she notices that, oh hey, her video contraption is running. Say hello to the nice people, Bethany.]

...Has anyone seen my sister? Marian. Short dark hair, blue eyes, likes to smear blood across her nose, usually wearing a shit-eating grin on her face. I've not heard from her in... a while. [She frowns awkwardly for a moment, looking almost concerned - until she catches herself, and she huffs and rolls her eyes instead.] Maker's breath, you really can't rely on her for anything.
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chasinglore
03 January 2012 @ 01:00 pm
1st Treasure | video  
[ When the feed opens, some of you may notice a familiar setting - the Visitor's Center. You get a view of one of the walls and part of the circular counter before it finally moves, exposing more of the counter. On it, you might notice there are various writing utensils, some of them worn down and others missing caps from constant use.

But if nothing else, you'll notice what's covering the counter. It's slightly glossy and some of you might realize it's the back of one of the posters that had been on the wall at one point. Now, it's covered with what appears to be a map of the First and Second Districts with a smaller scale view of what could only be Central Station. They are surprisingly detailed, marked where places loop around, the names of buildings and shops throughout, any kind of special landmark and a few question marks scribbled beside the clock tower. ]

I think I got everything. [ The feed is moving again, flashing one corner that has a drawing of someone a few you might recognize (note the little arrow pointing to her ears and matching caption of 'REAL'). But the glimpse of the drawing is short-lived and instead focused now on Drake's face. ] If you want to take a closer look, maybe add something, I'll be around the Visitor's Center.
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Cissnei of the Turks
shurikenfemale
02 January 2012 @ 11:44 pm
02 ✢ [video/action]  
[Cissnei's been around the city, trying to gather up supplies and makeshift weapons... if you can call them that. She's set down her phone at a certain angle in an attempt to possibly record something. When she passes by, she's dressed in a big winter jacket, a beanie, cargo pants and boots. She's head to toe in black, of course.]

Something is here. I don't know what, but something isn't right.

[She snatches up the phone with her free hand and heads outside.]

Nothing about this is right.
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