Transmission 020>> Voice

[blk-arachnia.livejournal.com]

[someone is sounding rather bad, like sick bad]

I...believe I have pushed myself to the point of illness, funny because it took more to get sick before.  But it cannot be helped when I am so wrapped up in my work.

Ugh, I do not like this, my mind is even more muddled than normal.  Hopefully this is simply some twenty-four hour bug I cannot be put behind with my work.

Other than juice, rest and medicine is there anything that will make me feel better faster?

the hardest button to button

[grenadeball.livejournal.com]

polish poems are weird
i'm gonna buy sausages
back home soon, vacation was good
got ruttier than a bunny

that is all

01.

[aeaeabound.livejournal.com]

I am not where I should be.

Nor am I accustomed to being treated in such a way, having tags flung at me like some animal and being told what I may or may not do. Haven't I been condemned enough? I lived on that island for years and held my tongue while passing sailors insulted me. I haven't harmed a soul since the wretch Scylla claimed what was not hers to claim.

There is no golden throne for me here. I have never met people like this in all of my life and I have lived a long one. No one will answer when I summon, none of my materials are with me, and as loathe I am to admit it, I am very confused.

These buildings are tall enough to make one's head spin.

I am not my right self and I can feel it, the moment I stepped out I felt it, and this is no world I should be glad to take part in.

Please indulge me as to where I may locate a loom, for there is none to be found in this building.



[ooc: 4th wall permission granted]

22 - So long [Locked from Villains, etc]

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

To Whom It May Concern:

Anezaki Mamori got ported back. It's for the best. That idiot manager couldn't keep herself out of trouble here anyway. Deimon is better for her, she wasn't cut out for this shit in the first place. Hopefully the Porter will have the good fucking sense to leave her there.

This is mostly for you, fucking twerp, so you don't go running off to fucking find someone who ain't there!




That business out of the way, time for some REAL business. I am now the de facto owner of this apartment complex (thanks Mr. Chin, you cheating bastard you, for making this TOO easy) and I'll rent out some rooms. Contact me privately, assholes!

[ voice; ]

[epidemico.livejournal.com]

...Weeeeeeeell, ain't this a fine case of how-do-ya-yak. [ pausity pause ] And here I thought that the big darkness'd be, well, yanno: fuckin dark. Or filled with needles and Whiteys without anythin' better t'do.

[ he vocally shivers, and then, after a beat: ]

--Anyone know why's it look like I'm in Philly, again? And ain't it kind of...ah, presumptuous and whatnot of whoever runnin' this piece to just up'n take someone out from what they're doin' in their own place, bitchslap 'em with a pair of dog tags and just tell 'em to go "clean up the city?"

[ you can practically hear him shaking his head ]

Don't sit right with me, savvy? Specially if this is Philly -- I got family here that might not like this whole "hero" shtick I got goin' on, right? And, well -- Naaaaah. Nanananana; wait, scratch that. Rewind -- this's the City So Nice They Named it Twice, right? New York New York! And here I thought this little vacation'd end up bein' a drag. Damn -- any brothers an sisters out there wanna come up and fill a guy in on what's happenin'? Thinkin' I might like this place more than Frank iffin' if got the right vibe t'it, ya feel me?


OOC | SLEEPING TIME FOR IAN, OKAY. SLEEPING. TIEM.

[video] / locked from bad dudes!

[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

[ It looks like maybe she just woke up, with her hair tangled from sleep and her pajamas still on. But her expression isn't groggy, or even tired. It's like she got out of bed this morning and found something terribly amiss. Her face is a mix of fear, worry, and distress.

But, when she opens her mouth to speak, she is clearly trying very hard to control her voice-- to not seem afraid.

Though, when the words come out of her mouth, it must be clear as day that she is. ]









Has-- Has anybody seen Terry?

✖ 002.

[leggomyciggo.livejournal.com]

I need a fucking job. Or jobs. Shit, I just need money. So how does someone get a job? And flipping burgers ain't exactly my damn forte, if you get my meaning.

And I got a couple of questions. Where's the best place to get Italian around here, where's the closest smoke shop, and am I gonna get attacked by giant fucking bugs or creepy ass vigilante superheroes on my way there? Because I'll have a goddamn problem with that.

And I'm fucking hungry.

★9

[dragony]

<Format: Text. Language: English. Security: Filtered from Known Villains (minus Islington).>

A lot of friends have been exPorted from the City lately — but everyone else is missing the people they care about, too. The way it's happening, there's no sure way of knowing who will be here tomorrow, is there? There's always a chance that they'll come back to this place, or that we'll be the next to go home.

I guess what I'm trying to say is... does anyone want to play chess with me, or Scrabble? It can be anything, really. Since everything's so uncertain, I'd like to spend time with everyone.

This place makes it hard to keep promises.

[text]

[stateofmayhem.livejournal.com]

People say that God works in mysterious ways, and you know what I say?

Fuck that.

Spontaneity has nothing to do with God, and that’s what it’s all about in the end. Not your fat fucking paycheck, not the rotting slabs of pig muscle in your freezer, not how many goddamn lotion-lubed-up tissues you have left in the stinkin’ box. All that? It doesn’t matter. We aren’t born to this world with a wad of twenties strapped to our chest, so why the hell are we pretending that’s how it’s supposed to play out?

[abruptly switches to voice]

So hi!  I'm Tyler.  Welcome to Hell!

Who the fuck are you?

[paaaause]

Oh yeah!  I almost forgot... This?  All of it?  It's not real.  I just thought you'd like to know.

robattle 007 [voice]

[punmanarmy.livejournal.com]

Oh man, Easter is officially a cool holiday. Sure, I squashed a coupla eggs, but you have to break some eggs to make an omelette! Or... get a bunch of chocolate. You know.

Not as good a holiday as Christmas though. No holiday is better than gift day. I hear birthdays are pretty cool too, but I've never had one!

So everybody was talking about microwaving Peeps. I tried it with my leftovers, and it. Was. Awesome. Even if I'm out of Peeps now. Which is kinda a bummer, cause they're pretty darn good.

... so how exactly do I clean Peep stuff outta the microwave? Nobody really mentioned that part. I should probably fix this before Optimus notices.

011. Turnabout Goodbyes

[likelikelaw.livejournal.com]

[Filtered from :: known and suspected villains]
Door Portico, alias Portal, is no longer in The City.

First Slide

[dark-passenger.livejournal.com]

PRIVATE:
"Hero." Was that what it called me?

I suppose it depends on the point of view. Certainly the dangerously destitute Dark Defender can delineate for the rest of you.

There's a faint chuckle in my ear, the ruffle of dark feathers somewhere in the distance, and the dark passenger tempts me, urges me forward to create something new and interesting- something that feels so alive. My inner-shadow, my silent stalker, the hunger and the need, all rising and moving in rhythm with that bright, sluggish moon. The same moon, but a different city... Perhaps I should get my bearings before I act. Tonight is too soon, but the night will come, and the code will be satisfied.

And all it will take is one swift, clean slice.
/PRIVATE.

This isn't Miami... I'm going to need some information (the computer-thing wasn't of much help). All I got was a dog-tag and this thing I'm typing on. Oh, and the whole hero thing- which I get it, it's funny- but this joke is going a bit far.

I don't think I've made any enemies lately that would have done this to me...at least none capable of this. Hopefully someone on here has some answers?

001 // VOICE.

[master-supreme.livejournal.com]

Well, isn't this incredible. Even in spite of some truly nasty business with criminals and monsters, this City is positively thriving. It's certainly a change from the Earth I left behind: an Earth that had largely been reduced to ash and rubbish at the hands-- well, lasers-- of some truly devilish little invaders.

And yet, here I stand, in the very spot where once there was a blaze that could be seen from the sky... and it is immaculate.

[A pause. He's totally sneering now, but it doesn't reach his voice. Thank you, voice feeds!]

The human spirit. How remarkable.

[A beat]

Oh! I believe an introduction is in order!

[Cut to video: the little guy's just mugging for the camera, looking positively pleasant.]

You can call me the Doctor! [He grins] Hello.

[At first glance, there's nothing blatantly off about him, but there is something vaguely predatory in his expression-- ah well, no time to dwell, the video feed cuts out and it's back to voice for any responses.]

[OOC: Despite my utter fail to like POST HIM A WEEK AGO, the Master's been here for about that long, totally reading up on all your gossip and current events, laying low and gathering stuff to build, annnd most importantly, SHAKING HIS FIST AT THE DOCTOR FROM AFAR because he's kind of extremely obsessive. At least, he knows as much as I can remember in my sick and work-induced haze. HELLYEAH. Anyway, uh, tags may be a bit slow as I'm doing work stuff.]

fifteen

[mismanage.livejournal.com]

The Agenda.

I am going to buy a cake the size of a hallway and eat the shit out of it. Who wants to house my cake*? Who wants to eat my cake?


Oh, yeah before I forget. How about that news report?



*Hiruma, I'm looking at you

012 // [Voice - he's talking fast]

[gonnabeflash.livejournal.com]

Wooooooooah.

Tin Can's back at the Porter welcoming people again? Or are you welcoming-guys being really cold and giving a good enough impression of him that it seems all these newcomers are talking about him when they talk about the guy who told them 'Hi here's the City give me a name'?

When did that happen? Wasn't he not-friendly?

[Added a bit later] Hey, new people, I'm Impulse.

001 > [VOICE]

[justiceobjects.livejournal.com]

Is this a prank? For a TV show...?

... What am I saying? It's got to be a prank. I don't think many kidnappers go for the surreal.

To whoever did this: Okay, fine. You've had your fun. This was very elaborate, I'm impressed. Now can you take me back to LA?

[Private, Encrypted, Voice]

[darkknightfall.livejournal.com]

( To Batgirl, Shadow, Catwoman, and Batman II )

[1]|[ voice; ]

[nor-regret.livejournal.com]

This doesn't even make enough sense to be a hallucination. I guess I might be dead, but that... doesn't seem right, either.

So, working on the unlikely assumption that this is actually happening, anyone care to tell me where I am and what's going on?

-06- [locked to 02, 03, 05]

[waywardwing.livejournal.com]

Something's happened to 04. He may have been captured. 02, 03, 05, respond immediately.

Steps need to be taken.

[ooc: Quatre is one of the characters involved in the Edgeworth arrest plot; right now he's sitting in jail. The actual rescue's probably gonna be handwaved, but tell me what your pilot would've done so we can get the general idea of what happened.

P.S. I see you there Science. Now get out.]