[Voice; Fourteen] Batfam filter

[ahhmahgawd]

[There's a pause before he speaks. His voice is low.]

Bad stuff happens in this city all the time. And though she got hurt by some of it, I was able to keep watch over her. Try to make sure it didn't ever happen again. And now? Now she's so far away that I can't. I can't protect her, I can't watch over her. No one can. She's stuck in a way worse place and I can't--

[A sigh]

Layla Miller just got ported out. She's gone.

[text;]

[flowithdestiny.livejournal.com]

Forgive me, but I have to be with a friend at the moment. She was hurt rather badly recently and I would feel like it would be remiss of me not to be at her side until she wakes up. So if you need me, no worries, I will keep this device close to me.

I am terribly sorry to my dear group. I hope you are not too cross with me for this sudden "vacation" after a rather abrupt disappearance of someone more well-liked than I.

014. Turnabout Questions

[likelikelaw.livejournal.com]

[Private :: Selina]
I need to talk to you about Raven and Black Mask.


(OOC: Consider this having gone up before Door posted.)

006

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I seem to have broken the dishwasher again. You know, every time I do this, poor dear Crowley tries to teach me how to use it, but I always seem to forget. Oh, bother. I'll just have to get him to tell me again, but whenever he does, I'm always so distracted because I have to be thinking about important Heavenly Business all the time. Otherwise, who would save the world from certain destruction? It isn't as though we live in a town of superheroes, you know.

Where has Crowley gone? Maybe he's gone out to get more tea like I've been subtly hinting all week. We're out, you know. I suppose that I should have expected as much after having the entire City over for tea, but I do so enjoy company.

I think one of Crowley's plants is wilting. Oh dear. What does one do for tortured plants?

ς o o 1 [voice] /weeps on you all

[goanywhere.livejournal.com]

[ crying. very quietly, very subdued. you can tell it's the kind of sobs that make your chest hurt when you're done, though. but when she speaks you can hear the smile in her voice. ]

I'm back . . .

I'm back!

[Private to Dr. McCoy]

[showhertheway.livejournal.com]

Dr. McCoy,

I have some time. Could you still use some help?

[ voice ]

[iknowyourfear.livejournal.com]

[ There's a hesitation, then a careful voice. ]

...Initiative, report.




(OOC: Permissions post: here. Also, supernatural entities, feel free to sense that this half-demon has returned to the City.)

27 [locked from known villains]

[timestopping.livejournal.com]

I'm not useless.

I know that I act like I am most of the time, and it ain't exactly as if I'm flying around the City putting out fires and grabbing kittens out of trees, but I can do stuff. Stuff that no one else here can.

This isn't me typing up a résumé and begging for someone here to hire me. I have a job. I like my job at the restaurant, and I've been getting way more shifts than usual, ever since Laura disappeared. You know, some of you should stop by sometime, and I'll probably make you something for cheap. Anyway, this is just something you should keep in mind.

I don't turn invisible. I can do better than that. I can move out of time and not be seen, so I can get in and out of anywhere without really being there. I'm fast, too. Give me days and I'll give back months. Whatever. You get the point—I can do shit that you can't, and seriously, that's useful.

Not asking for money. Not much, anyway. Just something to do to keep me distracted, so I don't end up getting high every night and acting like a stupid bitch around people only trying to help. Anything that's not too sketchy—I don't mind stealing and spying on people, but I'm not about to kill anyone. Or steal any of their organs.

Okay. Maybe a kidney.

And because I organised porter-duty when things were kinda upside down for a while, I should probably ask: you new guys doing alright here? Yeah, maybe it sucks, and no, you definitely can't get out, but my apartment is still half empty, if anyone feels like helping out with the rent.

( [ private :: Teddy ] )

[ooc; gdi, pretend that filter was there the entire time]

003 - Audio

[wishgazer.livejournal.com]

[Voice is more serious than usual. Actually, deathly serious. But he's making an effort not to sound like someone's died.]

Who's "Shinigami"?

17th Stone [Video|Filtered from known villains, etc etc|Now with encryption thanks to Ken!|

[tinybutdeadly]

[The video focuses on a ratty looking guy trying to mug a waitress in an alley.

Suddenly, the mugger freezes, a look of terror dawning on his face.

He backs away very quickly from the woman, hands held up in a placating guesture. The knife he'd been carrying clatters to the ground.

"N-no, please! I'll stop! I swear! I n-never meant to hurt anybody!"

Whatever he was trying to placate obviously isn't convinced. The woman flees, but the man is still there, pressed back against the other wall of the alley.

"Please, for the love of God!"

It was no use. Whatever was threatening him obviously doesn't back down.

"Wh-what? H-how many? Three-No, EIGHT!" He screams the second number in absolute terror.

"I only hurt one of them! She wouldn't give me the money, so I..!"

Oh, the terror. Horror, terror, and all of that stuff. If one looks closely at the video, they might notice that he's just wet himself.

"YES! Yes, I'll turn myself in! I'll go r-right now!"

He runs off. The camera follows, bouncing a little. Before long, he's at the doors to the police station, and stops to catch his breath. At the same time, he glances behind himself to see if the thing has followed. It has.

"I'm going! Leave me alone, I'm going inside!"

He does.

End video.]

[voice], filtered from villains

[deadthenred]

Alright, so, listen up here, chumps, 'cause I'm still on the "making you all look good" squad and I'm looking for new recruits. The deal is, we try to keep the poor folk who got stuck with this whiz-bang gadget in their city, which, they really oughta put a name to, but I digress. These people've got psychos with lightning coming out of their eyeballs crawling out of every inch of the woodwork, and it ain't their fault at all. Least that I figure, we can tell them what's going on in their own damn home. In the process, maybe we can let people know that we're on thier side, and not the other way around.

So if you don't mind talking to people, got contacts with the press, or hell, have a pleasing telephone voice, I'd sure like to hear from you. And well, if you don't have none of those things but'd still like to help out, I'm sure I can think of something.

Also, what's with all the signs in all the windows? Decoration Day ain't till the thirtieth.

[Voice] [Take one] [Filtered against known villains]

[righttodissent.livejournal.com]

This is ridiculous.

People get lost in South Brooklyn all the time but I don't. So here's the deal. Team, you respond to this as fast as you can and I'll pretend that you guys didn't abandon me in the middle of an invasion. Anyone else? Don't bother with directions. I don't need directions. Either my team will find me or I'll find them.

Or else.

Also, I don't know what the accosting was, but I'm going to pretend it didn't happen. Whatever is going on in this place is giving me a headache. Dog tags. Really.

[voice]

[fluidshape.livejournal.com]

Murder and violence are the flavors of the week.

It must be satisfying.

005

[appliest-apple.livejournal.com]

Hello, City. It occurred to me I haven't spoken to a grand lot of you, and because my flatmate has friends I find irritating for no real reason, I thought I should, too.

My name is Anthony Crowley, and I sit around doing nothing all day, tormenting my plants and getting cross at my flatmate over his previously mentioned friends that, again, I find irritating for no real reason. I contribute nothing and complain without helping when things are broken.

I have no hobbies.

Now that that business is all out of the way, hi.

LOG #0007 | VOICE

[holycablechrist.livejournal.com]

Alaska or Disneyland.

Take your pick.

[VOICE POST]

[minimization.livejournal.com]

... Huh, this isn't so bad. Nobody knows me here. I think.

A-hem.

HELLO, CITIZENS! I AM ANT-MAN, WITH THE POWER TO. UH. SUMMON ANTS! IT MAY NOT SOUND VERY SCARY, BUT TRUST ME, IT IS! VILLAINS WILL NOW BE SUBJECTED TO INFESTATIONS! AND... OTHER THINGS! YOU'LL SEE. PROBABLY.

Also, I'm single. Wink wink.

[Accidental video. This happens to him a lot. He's not good with tech.]

[just-mister.livejournal.com]

[He's walking up the street, the camera of his Comm obscured occasionally by the pocket of his shirt, but managing to poke up none the less. He stops suddenly in front of a florist's shop, like he's just been struck by lightning.]

[He stands there for a long, long time. He's staring at a spray of purple flowers in the front of the window.]

[Then the camera goes black for a moment, but there's still sound. He's entered the shop and is purchasing some flowers, apparently.]

[When the video clears again, he's tucked a sprig of lilac into his shirt's pocket's buttonhole, right in front of the camera. The world is now blurry with lavender, seen through the petals of the flowers. Everything goes unreal and indistinct as he continues his walk back to the police station.]

[...And the video just keeps going, and going. He doesn't know the Comm is even on to end the transmission. ...But then everything goes even further fuzzy and indistinct...and just as he walks into the downtown headquarters, there's strange little shimmery lights around lilac. And then both Comm and lilac drop to the floor, because Sam Vimes isn't there to hold them up anymore. He's been de-'Ported.]

[End transmission.]

((HURR full hiatus for Vimes, but this is not a drop. He'll be back.))

5th Insane Speech// Voice, Private to Bullseye

[liebe_krieg]

Herr Bullseye. I am given to understand that you are an assassin of some renown, ja?

Let us talk.

5 | video

[osreborn]

[at first there is a video feed; Norman is standing there in full armor, looking slightly battle-damaged. After a moment, he pulls his helmet off, and oh look, it's Normiekins!]

I guess it's time for me to put my cards on the table. [he pauses, trying to find the right words, and he sighs] I'm well aware that by now, my reputation has preceded me. People who know me... what I used to be. Which is why I hesitated -- but after the attacks by the Green Goblin, I won't let my past haunt me any longer. I am Norman Osborn.

[he replaces his helmet]

But you can call me the Iron Patriot. I'm one of the good guys.

[he smiles, and then the video cuts out]

[private|unhackable to Shego]

I have a job for you.


(OOC: replies will be spotty!) 

001 && [ACCIDENTAL VOICE POST; JAPANESE, TRANSLATED SOMEHOW (SUBTITLED?)]

[amnotaweasel.livejournal.com]

[sudden staticky exhalation]

Wait a minute, what do you mean "hero"? You can't just go around dragging people away from where they're supposed to be and making them police your city!

[a reply, male, too muffled to make out specific words]

This just… it shouldn't be allowed! Send me back, send me back right now! And don't you look down at me like that! …yes, I know you're six feet tall and I'm not--

Huh? This thing? It's on? What's it even do, anyway? Hey! Owch! Stupid thing!

one / voice post, villain filter

[wictorwictor.livejournal.com]

[ Thump. Thump. Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump. Someone's testing out the communicator. Once he finds out that the communicator records noise, there's a cute little 'yay!' from Chekov and then he starts talking. ]

Allo! Others can hear zhis, correct? Well zhen. I seem to haf a little problem. I do not know vhere I am or how I got here. Zhat is a slight problem, especially considering zhat I vas in space before ve got here. And I know zhat I vasn't beamed...I'm zhe one who usually does zhe beaming. So yes. Vhere am I?

Also, could somebody please tell me vhat year it is? Oh, and could zhey also tell me if fiwe dollars is a lot of money? I found a bill on zhe side of zhe street! Seeing as how I don't know vhat year it is, I haf no idea how much five dollars is worth.

Oh and finally, haf any of you seen anybody who mentioned zhe Starship Enterprise? I'm not picky about who, it is just zhat...people from home vould be nice. Especially since I do not know vhat is going on.

Spaseeba!

[ Paaaause ]

Oh, my name! Since he vanted us to use codenames...call me Ensign! Zhat is vhat I gave zhe woice-thing, so zhat is my codename, correct?