Fifteenth Message [Video | Sheet of Paper]

[scramasax]

[This is technically a video post. The visual's of nothing - just a space of ceiling. The voice that it catches is obvious enough, though - tense and restrained with some hesitance, self-consciousness, and - what might be something a little more tentatively happy.]

Uh -- ...Hello. -- This is - Anthony Janvier. Erm - please - excuse me...

[That trail-off is into a quick hoarse, thin, nervous breath - and then speech. Not in English - but halting Latin. To anyone who'll know it it boils down to "Can you tell what I am speaking? Am I using it correctly?"

He picks back up in English hastily.]

I-I think - I learned. Latin... -- In case it - may be helpful. For - anything... - E -- 'xcuse me again please.

((OOC: Any responses marked "Audio" will technically be video of nothing, as well!))

Ew blood (voice)

[von_uberwolf]

[This whole post is punctuated by the sound of Angela sniffing the air.]

Blood.

It's in the air. I can smell it. I can smell everything. Sawdust, sweat, beer, car exhaust, grease, sex, fear, spoiled food, bread, blood, meat...

Oh God it was just the butcher counter at the grocery store. Why do I feel like I just walked off the scene of a quintuple homicide?

Ugh I can still smell the old pork they threw out. I might have to go vegetarian.

You people are good at weird. Anyone have any tips for having a supercharged sense of smell?

o7. → video

[ladyofluminosity]

[The video turns on to what very obviously looks like a girl's bedroom. Sitting at the edge of the bed is a very floppy, well-loved stuffed rabbit. Everything appears normal for a moment, until suddenly the stuffed animal bows.]

Hello!

[Yeah, that's probably Luci's voice. Thrown off to sound like what she would interpret as an adorable rabbit, but yeah.]

My name is Bigsby, and my benevolent owner has granted me sentience! Lucky me!

[The rabbit waves its arms in the air excitedly.]

Yaaaay! So because I'm such a very special guy [That sounds like a girl], I'm going to let you in on a secret!

[Bigsby gestures everyone closer, then puts a hand near his(?) mouth.]

I'm actuality, I'm really--

[And a face suddenly appears behind the rabbit! 2spooky! It's Luci, appearing suddenly out of thin air. It would appear that little miss sunshine has learned how to make herself invisible.]

Hi. It's me. I guess on top of being a human lights show, you can also rent me out as a poltergeist at your parties. I do charge, though! It's a pretty simple trick, but it's also a trade secret, so this magician's going to keep it all to herself. Maybe. Actually, it's pretty cool, so feel free to ask. I won't bore you with the details otherwise.

[She winks, then sits up on her bed, putting the rabbit in her lap. She does play with his arms a bit, for emphasis.]

But seriously, though, this is starting to get weird. Really cool, but really weird. I figured this one out last night. Which, in case people didn't know, some of us tried to figure out what was going on in the subways and the sewers. No mole people, and no Proud either. It's a little disappointing, I was hoping we'd have a better lead.

[Bigsby puts his ears over his eyes.]

But that happens. In all seriousness, though, I want to talk to some of you about something.

What exactly do we know, about Proud, ThunderCorp, the bombings, everything really? Not a whole lot, from what I've seen. The best way to fight is to know thy enemy, and I don't feel like we've been doing a very good job of that.

Research is probably about all I'm good for--well, and awesome parlor tricks, they're great at parties, I promise--so I have a proposition. I know a lot of us are kind of iffy about being seen or fighting on the front lines. Not everyone's suited for it, myself included. What I'm proposing is a small coalition of info gatherers. People who are good at research, maybe good with computers; or if you're on the inside. So we're talking people who actually work in the Tuning Towers or with the police force.

If you don't feel comfortable coming forward, that's fine. Anonymous tips are welcome and encouraged. Not everyone feels brave or driven to place their own personal lives in the line of fire, and I understand that. I think we all do. But I'm afraid if we don't start doing something, things are going to get worse. We're already paranoid, and with good reason. Everyone seems to know more about us than we do, and that's not good. We need to start learning more about them, see if we can even predict when, where, or how they'll strike next.

If you're interested, let me know. Credentials would be great. Preferably, I'm looking for people with a clean record, that might not be as suspect. People able and willing to juggle both personal and Numbered business. I'll be waiting.


[Private message to Mission Control group]

Hey there, this is Luci. I'm not sure if you remember, but we worked together last night on the Tuning Towers expedition. I've been thinking about a few things and might need your help, if you're willing.


[Private message to Brooke & Banagher]

So I may have another favor to ask, if you'd be willing. This one is a bit bigger, and I'll understand if you don't want to get involved. It's Numbered business.


[Text message to Ez]

[Probably sent much earlier than he would actually be awake.]

Did you get home all right last night? Your uncle wasn't mad, was he?

Voice

[indy_wannabe]

That was a pretty wild trip last night. Hope everyone got out all right. Sucks that we didn't really find anything but I'm going to transcribe the maps I made and make them available to whoever wants them, just let me know.

[Does he sound chipper? Extremely chipper? Annoyingly chipper? Uncharacteristically chipper?]

25th Howl [Action | CLOSED]

[professorwolf]

Who: Lyall, Reilanin, and Hajime
When: Sunday night, and Monday morning
Where: Lyall's house
What: Somebody's getting out of their cages....

The pain and broken bones had finally gone away, and the howls and whines behind Lyall's closed door had turned into snarls, bays, and the solid thuds and vicious scratchings of the wolf on the other side repeatedly throwing himself at the door, the walls, even the double-reinforced window in an attempt to get out at the prey he could smell beyond his cage. It had been at least an hour of this, now, after the couple hours of healing and hobbling uselessly around the room-- and there was still the bulk of the night left to go.

Worse, there was another werewolf here tonight, on the other end of the house, behind the door to the garage in the laundry room, who was quite likely doing the same thing or nearly the same thing.

It was going to be a long night for Hajime if nothing changed, that was for sure.

❧ 005 ❧ Video, laptop camera

[dominateartimus]

[Well, isn't this a familiar sight? The video starts with a blank wall of Xander's apartment, but there is no light source directed at it this time around. Once again, a few seconds pass before a white streak of fur is being chased by a black streak of fur across the floor. As for the man who was making this post, he speaks from out of frame, sounding rather tired.]

Like a few other people on here, I got another 'pulse' and it's tied to my ability to disappear in to the shadows.

[There's a momentary pause as he walks in to frame, keeping his back to the camera as he walks over to the wall. His attire looks suited for going outside and he's wearing shoes. He reaches up to touch the surface and a few moments pass as he merges with his own shadow against it.]

I'm able to take someone with me and 'teleport' now. I don't how it is possible, but I'm trying to figure it out.

[Instead of sliding up to the ceiling like his first video post, he simply disappears from the wall entirely. A few minutes pass and Xander hasn't returned. Something obviously went wrong here as the feed continues, with no one present to turn it off. Connor, Xander's black Siamese cat comes walking in to frame, meowing and looking for his owner.

Ten minutes later, a more timid white tabby cat walks in to view before jumping slightly and turning towards the sound of a door being opened off-camera, then he dashes off to another area in the apartment. A bit of an agitated grunt is heard as Xander makes his way back over to the laptop, which the camera only catches his chest, torso and legs.]

...I was lucky that this 'pulse' didn't interfere with our mission last night. Considering what you just saw, that wasn't suppose to happen. I wanted to appear somewhere else in this room, but didn't work according to plan.

[He sounds a bit disappointed, but at the same time a little guilty, as if he wasn't saying something else that was on his mind.]

That's all I have to report.

video {iphone}

[ursoreckless]

[nope. he's not exactly okay. while he looks okay and isn't doing much of the drinking or smoking he had been before, he is still a little more restless and freaked, but why he couldn't quite tell anyone. which is probably why he opens up this feed to ask the people of this world what they think. since he can't actually ask anyone in his family about this stuff.]

I should've figured that I would get more gun-related things popping up, but I think some of these memories are getting weird.

[he huffs and shakes his head.] No, I mean I'm getting weird with the memories. Like they are changing me.

Like this last one. I'm running a gang and we go after these people and for some reason we end up fighting them. I'm killing the other guys since none of them move as good as I can... I'm dodging bullets and shooting them out and then stealing all their stuff while they're bleeding all over and...

I guess what I'm trying to say is that it doesn't bother me as much as it should. Killing people should be a big thing, but I just...

[he really is not a fan of trying to say things in English; it sounds like a bunch of nonsense and he frowns at the camera, huffs and runs a hand through his hair.]

I guess I really was yakuza in a past life.

there's a joke to be made here somewhere but I can't find it

[hungryhunter]

Who: Sasha Braus and Connie Springer
Where: McDonald's
When: Sunday night
What: Sasha bugs her BFF at work.  

( witty cut text )

text/audio;

[drama8om8]

[ The post opens with a handy little form letter custom-designed by Octavia for people to fill out. Enjoy. ]

( Not an IC cut! )

[ That done with, she switches to audio. ]

Just thought I'd cut down on the lecture time for everybody. Because while I am sure all of you are oh-so-fucking ready to sate your massive told-you-so boners, I actually have stuff to say! Like "thanks for being super cool badasses and saving us, rescue teams." And "wow those photos being shown on the news are unflattering as fuck." And "please remember we just spent days in solitary confinement thinking we were going to have our brains scooped out." Which means yes! Alan and I are entirely aware of how quote-dumb-unquote my plan was and all the implications of it and blah blah blah don't waste your fucking time fussing at us.

I also want to point out that like. Somebody would have got caught at some point anyway, right? Like this whole deal was only ever going to last so long. And if it had to be somebody it was good that the captives were us! People who didn't fucking talk even a little, no matter what they threatened us with. People who were brave and cool at all times! People who could contact the outside without writing a number in blood or snot or whatever and blowing this whole shitfest operation. You are welcome.

[ There's a half-uttered syllable, then a soft mmgh as she apparently rethinks what she was going to say. Then, in a falsely lighthearted tone: ]

And, uh. Since like. My face is out there anyway I don't really have shit to lose as far as that is concerned! So what if we had me record a message saying that we ain't terrorists. Maybe explain our deal a little or something? And then put it on Youtube or send it to the press or whatever. Like, if there is a way to do that safely and securely and not get caught. And if people think that's a good idea and not me being fucktarded, haha! And stuff.

Adventure 19 | Video

[italktofish]

[Arthur opens the video feed, and it's clear he's more excited than a little kid on Christmas morning. He's wearing this, which is a little unusual. Just a little.]

Guys! Guys, look what I just got! It's a SUPERHERO SUIT! It's GOT to be!

[What is also unusual is that before now, Arthur needed to lose some weight and wasn't in anything anyone might call "good shape." Now? It's a bit different. The man is absolutely ripped and now has the physique to pull off the spandex look. He'd make any number of bodybuilders jealous...but he's not at all worried about that. He's too worried about showing off his new duds.]

And look at the belt! The A on the belt!

[He's excitedly pointing at said A on said belt as though anyone could miss it.]

It's GOT to be mine--the A must be for Arthur!

[Closed]

[lightsoflife]

Who: Naomi Kaufman, Randolph Lyall
Where: Locke High School
When: Backdated to mid/late October, after this thread
What: Naomi checks out the lab.

( A small piece of sodium that lived in a test tube fell in love with a Bunsen burner. "Oh Bunsen, my flame," the sodium pined. "I melt whenever I see you." The Bunsen burner replied, "It's just a phase you're going through." )