[voice]

[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

[ Very softly: ]

Trauma's gone.



(OOC: Refer here.)

02 [video]

[pinecloned.livejournal.com]

[oh look, it's dr. mann's face! she looks a little distracted and a lot messed up. her hair is messily pulled back, and her face is sweaty, but when she speaks her voice is at least relatively composed, if a little weak. she's obviously trying to hold herself together, and, to her credit, is doing a fairly decent job.]

Good morning. I have good news and bad news.

The good news is that I am not, in fact, a ticking time bomb of gendercide. The plague isn't in my system; I'm... nauseatingly healthy, in fact.

... emphasis on the "nauseating." I'm sure most people don't really care about the gory details, but suffice to say that this is a very good thing. I've known this for about a week, and meant to announce it earlier, but somehow a--a giant nuclear fucking death lizard took higher priority in my mind.

[she sighs, then her eyes twitch down and widen in what could be disgust or awe. probably both.]

Well.

This is the bad news. It's a little more... personal, admittedly, but still.

[she lowers the camera to her stomach and holds the fabric of her shirt up--but not with her hands. or, like, with her hands, but not the ones holding the comm. there are two twitching arms, emerging at what appears to be the elbow, and what looks like a mishapen face poking out of her abdomen. her face, although it's not fully-formed. the eyes are blinking, and the hands are what just lifted up her shirt--very cooperatively, I might add, but hey. extra hands.]

I am certain this isn't an effect of radiation, and it's pretty fucking obviously not natural. Would it be too much to ask how I can stop this? As... entertaining as it was to wake up to extra limbs, this is one experience I'd care to end. Now.

[Voice; Translated Japanese]

[onlynormal.livejournal.com]

Still no sign of the others. Where are they?

[frustrated sigh]

I've been in the City a few days, and without any way back showing up, I figure I should start looking for a job and maybe a school. Anyone know any places that are hiring?

Second Bubble [video]

[pinkdoombubble.livejournal.com]

[Mew's flying over part of the city in her magic pink bubble. The camera, when it turns away from her, is all tinted pink.]

Wow, this city is really pretty, isn't it? Even after what just happened. Mew...

[Mew lands atop a building and sits, the camera of the journal focused on her face. She gives a wave to it, smiling.]

Well, thank you to everyone who's working to keep this city safe! I haven't been here long yet, but I really appreciate everything you're all doing! Keep up the good work!

And I'm sorry I wasn't here...I could've helped somehow, I know I could.

Put anyway, thank you all so much! Keep up the good work, and I'll try to help next time!

( Private to Ruka )

[private, encrypted, @ Tony Stark]

[latrodectus]

What the hell did you do?

[the sixteenth] / [text]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Underground dweller and two thirds an eye


Read in metres, forsaken by poets,
Behind by nine but not in the past.

Standing on the shoulders of red rex licker;
In the substance of the kinged and lost by the lovers of the widowed.


And in excess concludes with a period
The grey goose without selenium.


Thank the harsh, blunt prince of the Etruscans,
So infamously misread as a flower.

ooc || all of his replies will be in voice.

[video]

[hooked_on_speed]

[The comm is set up on a table, facing a sofa. On that sofa is what appears to be a sleeping Lorna. Her arm is folded over her stomach and she is facing away from the camera. Pietro zooms into view a few seconds later looking mildly puzzled.]

So. Would you guys consider it a bad thing if someone just didn't...y'know, wake up for almost 48 hours? I found her after that stupid lizard stomped on everything, and I can't get her to snap out of it!

[He leans over and gives her shoulder a gentle shake.]

She didn't seem hurt too bad, just a mess. I'm getting really freaking impatient waiting around for her too! Someone? Dr. McCoy?

[He groans irritably and plops down on the floor, arms and legs crossed and an annoyed sneer plastered on his face.]

I hate this place...

Voice//Filtered from Marisa Coulter//Encrypted

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

I'm feeling better now. I think... I just wore myself out, with all the stuff that was going on. I'll try to take it easy for a bit. Although now all the grown-ups got to rebuild everything that got smashed.

[Filtered to Awesome Base Residents//Encrypted]

We got a new person staying with us for a bit. His name's Yoite. He's... he's sick, so I'm giving him a place to stay. He's... Make sure he doesn't get hurt, please?

[Filtered to Soundwave//Encrypted]

How much do you know about "nanobots"? I think it might be important.

Also, I think I've got most of it, but how good are you with riddles?

[voice]

[fromhatred.livejournal.com]

Well, that was a nice bit of running around. Banding together. Perhaps Pharaoh is right, there is strength in numbers. However, judging by the chaos there is also fear in numbers. Was anyone trampled? Was it fun? I guess they can't tell me.

I'm guessing most of you were afraid of that giant thing. I felt mostly the same, so if that was finally 'fear', I am thoroughly disappointed.

Emotional letdown aside, this place is a lot more exciting than home. I'm looking forward to it, really.

[voice, replies voice unless stated otherwise] what's a hiatus

[mismanage.livejournal.com]

[dryly]

I must say, that was a brilliant three day nap. Really, I think I'm about ready to take on a giant, radioactive, hellbent on destroying the world monster right about now – OH WAIT. Har har.

[a pause, then continued in the same tone]

You know, sometimes I actually wish Snivellus were here so I could have someone around to experiment new spells on. Anyone want to volunteer? I mean, can't promise it's a safe job or anything but at least you won't have to worry about living up to any expectations. I'll even throw in a cup of tea every once in a while. If you're good.

Oi, has anyone heard from Jason lately? Or Rose, for that matter. Because as much as I adore going through pages of your posts on this thing I'm trying to work the stove here and I'd rather not set the place aflame just right now.

22 (voice)

[quinnade.livejournal.com]

Yay, I'm back an' half the City's gone down the pooper.

Any guys wanna show a girl a good time around here?

( PRIVATE to POISON IVY )

[VOICE]

[oww-myhead.livejournal.com]

( To Tony Stark; not locked. )

( To Selina Kyle; locked & encrypted )

Dan, you can stay, but I'm leaving.

Anyhow, I need a new job now. Terrific.

Uh, 5. Video.

[the-hammer-is.livejournal.com]

[Captain Hammer is close up to the lens, grinning his cheesy grin, only now there's a giddiness to it that's not been there before.]

Okay. Okay, check this out, this is totally awesome.

[He giggles as the camera swings toward the television...and a gloved finger reaches out and pokes the play button on a DVD player on top of the television. This is what plays in serious-movie-phone-voice voice over over a shot of the American flag, over a field of corn, at sunrise...]

( Hammer, a hero for our times. )

19 [voice]

[easytochop.livejournal.com]

Now that the panic is over, I trust we can all go back to asking each other inane questions about how we define concepts. Hopefully, this one will turn out a little less pretentious than the rest; call it a matter of personal curiosity.

What does "alchemy" mean to you?

[a pause]

Perhaps, after this, there will be another discussion about the morality of killing. The routine does get old--but please, do enjoy it while it lasts.

[private and encrypted; cornrowstache]

What did that man do this time?

1. the belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable

[dontfeartherper.livejournal.com]

[There is no voice; the only sound is that of muffled heavy breathing. There are no children laughing, no crickets in the dark, no cars passing by--where he is, the world is empty. The person holding the communicator does not allow any part of himself to be seen.]

[The camera is pointed at a filthy, laminated road-map of the City. It has small dents and wrinkles at random points, and tears in the creases, implying much use over time; it is pinned to the bottom of a tree by two beaten-looking car keys, which have been forcefully jammed through the map and into the trunk. An old and faded picture of a blonde young woman has been placed directly underneath it.]

[Above this picture, crudely drawn onto the map with the same mud that is smeared along the edges--the patterns resembling nothing so much as fingerprints--is a large]

?

[The video stops after only half a minute or so.]

[ooc//If you do not get a reply, don't worry. He's very singleminded; it just means you don't have what he wants this time. He's listening to you, though.]

17

[liverletdie]

I apologize to anyone who seems to have been given the wrong impression about myself due to Mr. Nygma's blatant attempt to implicate me in any actions that would be considered shady. The asylum has informed me that he is quite derranged, especially when examining his speech patterns, and because of this, they have asked me to help with a sort of therapy to help him get better. I've been given stewardship of Edward Nygma as of 6:00 this evening, and hopefully the doctors and I can help make sure that he isn't a danger to anyone around him.

Delirium of the Endless confirms that he is hers, therefore, you have proof.

( Private ;; Encrypted to Delirium )

Oh, look, it's an actual [voice] post

[unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com]

Local rescue groups aren't equipped, the circus is too far, and the zoo's at capacity.

[A loud feline yowl in the background. Trowa sounds a little tired.]

Not quite as planned.

[002] Video;

[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

[Yoite is sitting in what is now his makeshift home. An old abandoned car he found somewhere where there isn't a lot of people. The one car door is missing; He's managed to hang a blanket up to cover the hole. He himself has a blanket pulled around him, seeming cold even though he's also wearing a coat and a turtleneck sweater.]

Not the best place... But comfortable. At least there are few people around.

[He lets out a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment, thinking of what to say next.]

Those who pointed me in direction of where I could get some medicine, thank y--

[What he was saying is interrupted as he starts coughing, eyes clenching shut and he quickly covers his mouth with a hand as he coughs, gasping for air every now and then. When the coughing finally stops, he pulls his hand away, some blood on the glove and running from the corner of his mouth and down to his chin.

He doesn't really seem to care though.]

... Thank you to those who helped me before. I... Won't be a bother again.