[ closed ] in the cold cold night

[unelven]

Who: Eliot (lordofimladris) and Teagan (unelven)
When: Backdated to lets say March 6th
Where: Teagan's cabin.
What: Teagan's nightmares from that one echo make him call his doctor.
Warning: descriptions of intense violence in echoes.

( Doctor doctor, give me the news )

audio;

[sassymaru]

[This guy pretty much kept a low profile after the snake business, being on the rescue team and turning into a goddamn robot dog for a while.]

[Which apparently he can still do... oops.]

Out of sheer curiosity...

No one happened to see any ah... robotic animals during the entire conflict in the business district, did they?

[Hey, if no one on the network saw, maybe he's in the clear.]

Additionally, I've been trying to find out where most of the wounded were taken, but I've been stonewalled thanks to whoever decided to start handing out sex scandal rumors.

[Yeah, still a police officer over here, and still not quiet about it.]

Anyone happen to know?

I'll look for thee, and call to thee; I'll come to thee again!

[disdainfully]

Who: Thorir and Killian
When: March 15th
Where: The Thorsson family HQ. Living room.
What: Learning a language pulses back another language.

( I'll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again. )

[Semiopen] Somebody turn on the light

[espigeonage]

Who: Blaine and Julien, Ravi, Isabela, Fil, others maybe? By invitation.
Where: Past the boundary, and then inside it again.
When: 3/10-3/14 or so
What: Escaping the game is more complicated than it seemed.

( Somebody tell me that fate has been kind / You can't go out are you out of your mind )

04. video

[waltharius]

[ Walter is filming from his bedroom, which wouldn't look out of place in a vacuum cleaner commercial. It's that artificially spotless.

In contrast, the boy in front of the camera is looking... unwell. Pale, worn down, the whole deal. He's obviously having some difficulty coming clean with whatever's on his mind and takes a moment to begin. ]

...hi, everyone, I. Um. I don't think I can...ignore this anymore.

[ He's had his hand on his face for the entire broadcast, muffling his speech, but he finally moves it and reveals... faint but noticeable lines running up his neck and face. They almost look like dirty smudges, but if his reddened cheeks are any indication, he's already tried and failed to scrub them away. Repeatedly. ]

I just... I don't know what it means. I've been getting back these... I don't even know how to describe them without sounding ridiculous, but... [ Deep breath. ] ...pieces of... some dark essence. They come back whenever I remember one of the t-- [ No, he should be honest about this too ] colossi I fought in my past life.

I...

[ A pause as he tries to keep his cool, but his voice falters. ]

What's happening to me?

12 // webcam video

[moarnomsplz]

[This is the first time Alex has posted to the network in his other-self's body, and he's taking his time and choosing his words carefully. His stalk eyes are in and out of the webcam's field of vision, tipping and swaying, as if he'd rather not look it straight-on with them.]

< It's Alex. The one from LCA. So. I guess I look like this now. I mean. I can still morph--shape-shift. But this is the body I end up in when I want to change back to... I guess I have to call it normal now. >

< I pulse-echoed back some rules or whatever, too. If I stay in a form other than my 'real' body for more than two hours, I'm stuck there. Like, forever. >

[He does air-quotes on 'real'; the observant will notice that this body's hands have seven fingers each. Even without a mouth, his sulky frown is probably obvious.]

< My mom and dad are. Really not fans of this. >

[Video]

[greenisthenewblack]

I guess I'm a couple days late checking in. I was a bit... indisposed. [Hungover, indisposed... same thing.] I'm alive and in one piece, obviously. Don't think my cover was blown, either. How about the rest of you? Kids? Look, a lot of shit's going down, and it's not much, but there's some space in my apartment if someone needs to lay low for a bit.

Someone I know. No offense, but I'd rather not have a complete stranger with who-knows-what powers sleeping on my couch.

Oh. And for anyone who was taking bets... [She holds up a green, glowing hand - glowing right through the gloves, actually] These babies are blasters.

So I might be a ghost.

Alien.

Thing.

audio;

[show_my_cannons]

I'm this close to packing up and leaving town. Hasn't even been a week, and I'm already sick of all this "conspiracy" bullshit.

[Mostly, he's tired of the news replaying footage of the fight and the aftermath. Like... the part where he was accidentally on camera. As a robot. Being ~*romantic*~ with another robot.]

You would think people would be more worried about looking for more of those snakes than running around yakking about robots.

[Not helping your case, old man.]