Chapter Six

[take-theride.livejournal.com]

This is it. This is the end. Oh God. Forgive me. I don't know what I did to put me in this position, but whatever the fuck it is... I'm sorry.

I've become accustomed to staying up all hours of the night. I know the cameras are watching. I must get out of this apartment. I don't let them see what I'm up to... what I'm writing. I feel like I'm being followed. Where ever I go... whatever I do... something horrible happens. The wall opens up and sucks you in and you float there for a moment thinking 'This isn't so bad, I can pull myself out of this. I'm stronger than that.' But here's the sad truth: You're not. Before you know it you're screaming and writhing on the floor, bad waves of paranoia floating around you, and you're seeing things like Lon Chaney with a noose around your dead father's neck. TERRIBLE VIBRATIONS!...and everyone wonders what happened here?

I'd tell you what is wrong, but I don't know. I'm close to finding out the truth. Ah, yes! But until then, I must keep it cool. I must lay low. Smoke something and let myself melt into oblivion. I'm living out of my car, for Christ's sake! Tell me this will be over, tell me this was all just a horrible dream, but witnesses say otherwise. This shit is real, this time...

When does it end? How much longer? No sympathy for the devil, keep that in mind.

The Twenty-First Slash

[supersonicracer.livejournal.com]

Hey, guys. Question of the day from yours truly!

Cellphones: worth it or not?

I mean, sure, probably the only person I'm always in contact with is my roomy, but... eh, there's always the feeling of having some other way of getting in touch with people without resorting to these clunkers... especially with what's been going on.

So, thoughts?

(no subject)

[androllout.livejournal.com]

[it's optimus prime! at his desk and extraordinarily disheveled. Someone pulled an all-nighter]

I hate to keep pestering the community with questions about human physiology, but how does one cure insomnia?

27 {singing voice}

[quinnade.livejournal.com]

My heart beats like a hammer
and I stutter and I stammer
every time I see you at the picture show~
I guess I'm just another fan of yours
and I thought I'd write and tell you so~

You made me love you.

[Video]

[10pointsforme.livejournal.com]

[The screen flicks on to show a rather unusual image. Two men, both dressed almost entirely in purple ... passed out. The blond one is fortunate enough to have landed almost all the way on a couch, but the one with purple hair seems to have missed and wound up on the floor, along with the comm recording this. There's a minute or so of silence before the one on the floor stirs, opening bloodshot yellow eyes to squint at the comm.]

"... Blitzwing."

[The blond one grunts, frowning as he cracks one red eye open.]

"What?"

"Your communicator activated."

"... Shockwave, what's it called when your head hurts after drinking?"

"... 'Hungover', I believe."

[There's a pause before the one on the couch sits up just enough to scowl at the camera.]

"... Hangover. Remedy. Now."

[video]

[jewpryde.livejournal.com]

[Kitty is looking out of sorts-- circles under her eyes, a post it or two in her hair-- someone hasn't gotten sleep in quite some time. She is sitting in front of a computer and looking quite cranky.].

Okay, so, I know that whatever Dr. Banner is researching must be extremely valuable to certain individuals from various companies. It's even understandable that you would want to steal his work. Important files, experiments-- yeah, I get it. He's a genius and will probably cure cancer in between taking hits off of his inhaler. You probably even though that hey, he only has like, two people working for him, a kid and a nice looking woman, so they won't try to do anything if you try to steal his stuff. I mean, what can two little ladies do, right? It's not like we're Stark Technologies or anything, right? RIGHT?

YOU ARE SO WRONG.

Whoever tried to hack into this computer, I hope you enjoy "alternative" pornography because you just downloaded a terabyte of it onto your hard drive at work. You also may or may not have downloaded a sex video with a guy who looks suspiciously like Tony Stark. I wonder what the boss will think of that, hmmm????

DO NOT TRY TO OUTHACK ME. YOU WILL NOT WIN.



Can't... sleep... must sit by... computer forever...

[Voice; Sixteen] WELL THIS SUCKS

[lady-buckethead.livejournal.com]

Gamera's...gone. I can't feel his heart anymore.

DIECI • (video)

[idsay.livejournal.com]

[ The camera on the communicator is shaky, and he holds it at arms length. His hair is disheveled from what used to be a style, his clothes torn. He sits against a dirty wall in an alleyway somewhere, but there's a smile on his face. A resigned sort of smile. ]

This works as well as anything, I suppose. I'm not certain how to forward this message to the police, so help with that would be appreciated.

Ah– [ laughs ] I believe I was mugged. I didn't see the assailant, as I was knocked unconscious from behind. No injuries, just a slight headache. My wallet is missing.

Though the greater crime is my own, I'd say. I made a lady wait.

[ more defeated laughter and the video shuts off ]

18. Turnabout Triumph

[objectiondenied.livejournal.com]

[Voice // Public]
Well, that clears up that little mess. One corrupt attorney down; a good dozen or so to take his place. Progress is progress, right? I even think the last trial I sat was a fair one. Of course, the prosecutor in question was some alternate reality version of one I know back home. I don't think he had enough of a spine to forge evidence or bribe anyone. All this success in cleaning things up almost makes me want to start practicing again.



Think I'll treat myself. Anyone want to join me?

[note in Sonic's apartment; dated yesterday]

[darkhours.livejournal.com]

Sonic.

I'm going on a small trip. I predict that I will be gone for about a week, though it may be less. I've already told Orpheus that I'm going. Can you take care of him while I'm gone? I'll be back for sure.

If you need anything, you can send me a message on my comm. Dinner is in the fridge.

-- Aigis

one|video

[trustisaghost.livejournal.com]

[Batgirl's holding the communicator out in front of her, dressed in her costume, cowl and all]

Hi? Recording? [she pauses, tilts the communicator, and then seems satisfied] Okay, good.

Voice... not helpful. Don't know city. Not Gotham.

Shouldn't be outside.

Need... help? Heroes? Don't mind helping. Fought crime before. Just—confused.

( +ooc )

12.

[pacifister]

[Encrypted: Wingboys]
I've found Trowa. Duo, I need your help capturing him.

001; video

[borntobeajedi.livejournal.com]

[ Anakin's face fills the screen, a confused frown on it. He doesn't say anything for a moment, and the camera shifts as he holds the communicator at different angles to peer at it -- then he blinks with realisation. ]

Oh, that's it? No holotransmitter -- just flatscreen? Interesting...

[ He sets the communicator on a solid surface and sits on something that wasn't designed to be a chair. Probably an upturned crate. ]

Hi. I'm not sure who can see this, but if anyone knows if there's a Luke Skywalker around, can you let me know? Um, or Han Solo or Leia Organa Solo. Maybe even Jacen and Jaina. I need to try and get home, I'm gonna be in so much trouble, but I haven't been able to find any ships.

If my family sees this themselves -- I'm fine, I promise. I have keys to my own quarters -- [ He tugs the dogtags from his collar to briefly show the camera, though not close-up, then drops them and shrugs. ] -- and I've got food. I'm not in danger.

... I think.

☿001

[bombastically.livejournal.com]

I'm flattered. "Demon", "Monster", "Human Weapon" ... those I've come to expect, but "Hero" ... so refreshing. Yet, I see the label of "dog" remains. Pity, since a pocket watch does have a bit more flare. Regardless, I look forward to shaking the hand of this "Iron Man". Is it perhaps you, Mr. Elric? The younger, of course, though many must fall prey to the same confusion I did. His Excellency certainly does enjoy a bit of friendly wordplay when assigning those codenames.

On to business, I'm trying to locate a companion of mine. A prideful young man, short black hair, who goes by the name Selim Bradley. If he showed himself we could be reunited I'd be grateful. Also, do any of you seasoned residents have the time and energy to give this humble newcomer a guided tour? Unfortunately, I don't have much to offer in return, besides company and conversation.

Apologies, how rude of me. Solf J. Kimblee, though I will gladly answer to Crimson Alchemist ... at your service.

[ooc: and here is my very very very late intro ;_; ... that I probably should have marked as voice]

001 [Voice - Japanese]

[squad6lt.livejournal.com]

So I finally got out of that infernal room. I swear, I thought it was just another one of Aizen's tricks. It took me all of a day to realize that it was just some computer that some iron-clad guy left here.

Anyway, I ended up with a couple of dog tags that get me into a place called the "mach?" Or was it "Mick?" English never was my strong suit.

Anyway, if anyone sees any weird creatures attacking the city, be sure to let me know. More specifically, I sense a hollow and need to know where it is. Hollow, if you are out there, show yourself please.

[~10, Voice]

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

[Police Filters]

Got a call from Central hospital the other night about an unusual patient the other day. Seems they walked into the hospital missing a limb. Doctors said that the amputations are clean and completely healed over, but the victim says that he had his full arm the yesterday. Not sure if we have a new person developing weird powers or what, but be on the lookout for any further cases.

[/end filter]

To any and all doctors out on the comms: how quickly does someone heal from an amputation? To the point where the skin covers the wound?

004

[drawthesun.livejournal.com]

So, it turns out having a day job is fun. Not as satisfying as beating up extra-dimensional invaders or hoards of super-powered clone soldiers, but I get to be outside all day, so it's not bad. Besides, there's only so much TV even I can watch.

It's a little weird, seeing how much of this city is like back home, and how much is different. Clark's is a laundromat. That's a little disappointing. I've been tempted to fly off for a survey of the rest of the world, but I think I'll wait on that.

Anyone know where I could get a really good hamburger?

> 11 < (video)

[acrossyourpath]

[ she's lounging on a sofa in her new apartment, sipping what might be white wine bought with one of her trademark Felicity Harmon fake-IDs. she's not in costume, in a long black shirt and shorts, though the shorts aren't visible ]

Finally moved into my new place. Nice and spacious, I think I'll like it here. Hard to imagine why so many put up with living in the apartments they offer you; free is fine enough if you're willing to settle. I'd much rather live in style. [ she pauses, and adds: ] And in my own place.

[ she's twirling a necklace, now having a new one to keep her cat necklace company ]
Got a pet, too, but thankfully not the kind I'll need to worry about feeding, because I am a very busy girl. It's pretty nice to get back into a routine rather than letting yourself stagnate, especially if you're trying to stay out of all the drama.

[ turns off video ]

[private to #17153538 | voice | intentionally hackable]

Don't worry. I did pay for it.

Maybe we'll be seeing each other -- I'm sure I'll end up crossing your path again if you don't cross mine first.

001. [video]

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

[The camera flickers on to show HAVOK in centerframe, his costume half torn and some old dried blood crusted on his nose. He's undeniably muscular, even though he's not a pretty sight at the moment, looking rather stressed and worse for the wear. His voice is urgent but otherwise steady.]

This is Havok- Starjammers, X-Men, are any of you around? What's going on, why am I here?

The last time I was teleported into an alternate reality- which I assume this is- I found I'd a very different life there. Any information on what, where and when this is would be good.

Most importantly I need to get back to where I was taken from, my team's in dire danger and they need me. It's life or death. Any teleporters or technology around that could help me?