[backdated to earlier before the zombies dissappeared]

[holeheart]

[the comm's video seems to have been turned on accidentally. Again. You should be used to these convenient turn-ons and artistically places camera angles!

Anyway. All that aside, what the camera shows is a white dragon like beast, knocking down swaths of zombies with wide sweeping motions from its claws and thick tail. A strange sound like a "wzzzzrrrrppppppppp!" begins as a red ball of light forms in one of the creature's claws. The ball expands and then fires through another swath of zombies. It's HUGE, it's bright and and it more or less completely disintegrates everything in it's path. Zombie, plant, cement... all of it gone.

The creature roars, the mask on it's face opening it's jaws wide as it does so, revealing that there IS a face under there; Ichigo's. But the roar reverberates, as when his Hollow talks. It hisses and gurgles and moves off screen]


[ooc: if you want to play with this lovely thing before it passes out, go here!. Also, post tagged as both Hichi and Ichi since this monster IS the two of them]

5th Edict [voice]

[suck-it-irulan.livejournal.com]

I take it from all of the rather distressed posts on this network that the appearance of shambling animated corpses is not, in fact, a normal part of Halloween for all of you. I have to say that I am somewhat relieved to know that this is not something I should expect in future.

It would also make the celebrations associated with this day seem quite out of place. Speaking of which, I assume that no-one here intends to go through with any planned parties or... ah, was it - trick or treating? Perhaps delaying such things until the current situation is resolved would be wise.

[At this point, there's a groaning and shuffling noise, followed swiftly by the sound of movement and a wet splurch sort of sound, like a rotten melon being split.]

Does anyone have recommendations for removing rotten flesh goo from clothing, or should I just resign myself to burning my wardrobe and getting a new one?

[VIDEO]

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

[Zombies? What zombies. Soundwave doesn't care about any stinkin' zombies. He's sitting home -- late, obviously; Soundwave still has the remains of his Thriller costume on -- and is taking notes of something.]

[More peculiarly, an iguana is resting around his shoulders.]

[Soundwave looks up at the communicator.]

...
HALLOWEEN: INTERESTING.
SUCCESSFUL: UNCERTAIN.
CONCLUSION: MEANT FOR CHILDREN PRIMARILY. NEVERTHELESS ENJOYABLE.

ADDITIONALLY:
ATTENTION: SHOCKWAVE.
GRIMLOCK HAS BEEN LOCATED.
STATUS: DOCILE. FRIENDLY.

9th - Video;

[of-animalia.livejournal.com]

[ The camera clicks on to a shaky view of a small apartment. Friends of Kitty Pryde may recognize her living room. With a laugh in the background, the image settles on a green dinosaur. He's attempting to look very thoughtful. Those who frequent the internet might recognize the image he's trying to give off. ]

If a zombie's head explodes and nobody's around to hear it...

Just who blew up the zombie's head?

[ The off-camera voice laughs, and the image shakes a little. To the single-person chorus of "Thanks for that," the philosoraptor wannabe bows awkwardly. ]

Thank you! I'll be here all night.

Until I go to bed.

> 12 < (voice)

[acrossyourpath]

[Somewhat quietly.]

Night of the living dead over yet? It is morning now.

(Battery 7; Video)

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

Is it over? Zeke would've had a field day with that. 'Til he got bit, anyway. ...Thanks for the help, though, everyone. Before anyone goes off on me being a dumbass, I was trying to help somebody.

[Private to Victoria Hand]

You got help, right? From your employer or whatever? Sorry I never showed up, god-knows-how-many of those things decided I taste like burnt chicken.

nine daggers; video

[lightingsouls.livejournal.com]

[Dagger shows up on the screen, more than a little apprehensive; it hasn't been that long since she returned home, especially compared to the last time, but though she's used to teleportation, moving to the City is still a bit of a new thing for her. Anyone who knows her from home/here might notice that her outfit is kind of different.]

Hi. This is Dagger.

[She pauses after this, putting her hand to her chin in a thoughtful manner.]

I can't say "it's good to be back," because, really, who actually likes being stuck stagnant in a place like this? but none of us have a choice, so I guess the point there is kind of moot.

[She laughs awkwardly.]

This is the third time I've been brought here. Hopefully, this isn't going to be a reoccurring thing, because I kind of liked how things were going back home, you know? In comparison with everything else, and though Cloak and I aren't--

...Is he here too? I haven't even--

[Quickly, she shuffles around a bit and sets the device down. There's a whooshing sound, as she fires off a dagger, looking through the City for that certain bit of darkness. In the corner of the footage, you can see a bright light that looks as if it's flying, then it's gone. She picks the camera back up, this time her expression slightly worse than before. She can feel it, searching, but turns her attention to the network.]

--should've tried that when I got here.

Um.

What did I miss?

Police Channels

[yippiekiyay.livejournal.com]

Okay, this is Chief McClane and I'm back in the saddle here.

Sound off, people. EVERYBODY. I want to make sure we didn't lose anybody yet in this fucking zombie mess, and if we did, we get on the case of finding 'em ASAP.

Anyone seen Maza this morning?

And has anybody found Einstellsehn? She needs to be brought in for questioning, since this is damn sure a violation of her fucking bail agreement.


EDIT TO ADD:

All units, be on the look-out for Chief Maza. She hasn't checked in and I'm gettin' worried, which means you should be, too.

(no subject)

[martialartistic.livejournal.com]

I need a spar.

High-level martial artists only, unless you wanna be the hospital for a week.

If you're not sure if you qualify, think about what it'd feel like to be stomped into the ground by a rhinoceros. Or run over by a car. Or stuffed into a laundry machine. Chew on that. 'Cause your body's gonna feel worse after a brawl with me.

Still interested? Then drop me a line.

1 [video]

[ddouble.livejournal.com]

[the video clicks on, only semi-accidentally as the holder of the comm plays with the device to figure out how it works. he lets the video roll, looking around in silence for a moment. he is very nervous, very irritated, and very 12.]

--Eddy, if this is another one of your rambunctious tricks, or another one of Ed's hallucinogenic habitual trips into fantasy land, I demand it be stopped right this instant!

This isn't funny, fellows. We have to be in homeroom in 4 minutes and 20 seconds!

[a look of nervousness overtakes him again, but he's looking away from the camera.]

We have places to be, gentlemen! Please refrain from this rampant immaturity for once in your young lives!

[pause.]

Eddy? ... Ed?

Somebody?

[Voice; dated to after all the zombie stuffs have vanished]

[ten-millennia.livejournal.com]

[[ooc edit 5:30pm -- I've been marathoning it out for the past few hours, but I'm going to be a lot slower from here on out than the tags up so far tell you, just warning y'all XD;; is trying to not be so much of an overachiever]]

[[a calm, formal, feminine voice speaks]]
...Greetings to all who are listening. If you are wondering why I sound unfamiliar, I am someone who has recently arrived here. Thus, there are a few things I would like to know.

From my understanding, I am by far not the only one that has arrive here through dimensional travel, and that in fact, all who are listening have arrived here in this manner. Have any of you, then, had prior experience with interdimensional travel?

[[a pause]]

...Also, an unrelated question -- is there a university in this city or nearby that is accepting enrollments at this time?

019 ✖ [VOICE] - X-Men Private Comm Link

[ascending_angel]

[This is only viewable to: Cyclops, Iceman, Angel, Dazzler, Moonstar, Cannonball, Magma, Sunspot, Havok, Sunfire, and Shadowcat. Also to Icarus and Sway, under the assumption they've been given comm links.]

( Private to Team )

( Private to Cyclops )

(got one shot left) video;

[dickgunshoe.livejournal.com]

[There's a man in front of the camera, sitting at a metal table, hands folded on it's surface. Looking professional. An air of superiority hovers around him as he offers the camera a cold smile. He shifts in his chair, leans towards the camera a bit, and begins.]

Let me tell you a story.

[His voice is low and deep as he talks. It would almost be calming. But then again...]

I've grown fond of stories. Ever since a little [He pauses, searching for the word. He doesn't move his hands from the table.]

... a little incident. Anyways, the story begins in this room, yeah? Kind of a drab room. Boring. We all know the type, don't we?

[Another cold smile at the camera as he opens his hands. A gesture. As if waiting for the camera to reply. A frown flickers across his face after a moment.]

Of course we do. So this room. It's a drab room. Kind of gray. No, not kind of. It is grey. You know why it's grey?

[In an instant, his cold smile evaporates, immediately replaced with an bone-chilling stare. His tone becomes stronger. Less genial, and in a way-more threatening.]

It's grey because it was a fucking interrogation room. And you know why I was in that room? Because I'm a cop. I was a cop, in an interrogation room, and do you know what I was doing?

I was interrogating. And then- [He makes a 'poof' gesture with his hands]

All of a sudden, I find some robotic fuck-up talking to me. So, as a cop. What do I do?

Well, first of all, I start wondering who fucking slipped me some fucking drugs. Then I start thinking about where I'll fucking shoot said person who snuck me some fucking drugs. But then. A thought occurs me.

[He snaps his fingers]

I find a pointer. I say to myself: Now. That robot. That thing that talked to me. We don't have those back in my world, see? When we want to talk to someone we pick up the normal fucking phone. So I say to myself. I say "This isn't a phone. This is a fucked up grinning bitch." And I look around at all the tech. And you know what? We don't have that back home either.

So, what do I conclude from this? From these thoughts? Well. I think I just got kidnapped. And I don't really like being kidnapped, you know? It's not... [He trails off. Remains silent for awhile longer. And then he leans closer to the camera, narrowing his eyes just slightly.]

I am a very important man. I have very important things to do. I do not... appreciate being kidnapped. I do not appreciate any place that condones kidnapping. So, I'm going to change it. I'll set this place straight.

Because... [He sits back. The cold, humorless smile appears again. He opens his arms, ducking his head just slightly at the camera.]

I'm a good cop.

[Video] [Japanese]

[threebird.livejournal.com]

*The video comes to life, very obviously on accident. The black haired girl stares at the device for a few moments before realizing that it's just started working. If you bother to look, she's very clearly on top of a rooftop right now.*

Ayayaya.. it turned on. The machine called it a communicator.. Hello? I am Shameimaru Aya. If there are people on the other side of this device, I would like to ask them a few questions.

LOG #0014 | VIDEO

[holycablechrist.livejournal.com]

[The video turns on to show Cable, weary and haggard, standing in the middle of a bloody, messy street scattered with defeated zombies, civilians, and clean up crews. He's avoiding onlookers to look directly into the camera.]

I'm alive.

[Video clicks off.]

023

[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Tim Drake]

Okay.


[Filtered to Roy Harper]

I joined. Now stop brooding.

003- [video]

[semper-fi-bitch.livejournal.com]

[Grif's in full armor and leaning on the sill of an open window, comm in one hand as he talks to it.]

My usual zombie plan is to go to Alaska, but there are kind of a lot of zombies between here and there.

[Grif points his comm down and out the window, showing the numerous zombies milling around on the street a not inconsiderable number of stories below.]

And since I haven't even been here a month yet, I haven't exactly had the time to put a good back-up together, so I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants here.

[He steps away from the window and sets the comm down on something before continuing to walk off-screen, still talking.]

And, man, as far as zombie apocalypses go, I am thoroughly unimpressed. It's been, what? [There's a THUMP from off-screen.] Three days now? The world should basically be over now, but it sounds like plenty of us are still kicking. Very disappointing.

[Grif enters the comm's field of view again, now dragging something behind him--specifically, the door he ripped off his fridge during the power swaps. With a bit of finagling, he gets it up on the windowsill and then out the window, sticking his head out after it to watch. There's a faint THUMP as it hits the ground--or, more specifically, the zombies on it--and Grif fistpumps.]

CHEW ON THAT, ASSHOLES!

1.5 - [ text + voice ]

[hulkkeysmash.livejournal.com]

Like an archer an arrow,
the wise man steadies his trembling mind,
a fickle and restless weapon.

Flapping like a fish thrown on dry ground,
it trembles all day, struggling
to escape from the snares of Mara the tempter.

The mind is restless.
To control it is good.
A disciplined mind is the road to Nirvana.

Look at your mind, wise man;
look to is well---it is subtle, invisible, treacherous.
A disciplined mind is the road to Nirvana.

Swift, single, nebulous,
it sits in the cave of the heart.
Who conquers it, frees himself from the slavery of death.

No point calling him wise
whose mind is unsteady,
who is not serene,
who does not know the Dhamma.

Call him wise
whose mind is calm,
whose senses are controlled,
who is unaffected by good and evil,
who is wakeful.

[ voice: ]

Hello, again. The weather isn't quite cold enough for parkas, is it?

HELLO, WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE SCARY MOVIE?

[capemods]

[If you're looking directly at a still-functioning zombie, you'll see it twitch as pale blue sparks flash over it, then collapse to the ground as it goes limp. All the dead bodies then vanish in a bright flash, much like the ones that people get dePorted in. After they're gone, the comms will crackle to life as they've been tending to lately, and the following post will be played.]

When toys are broken, I expect them to stay locked away. This is what happens when you take someone's things without asking.

I hope the pawns have learned from this. I do so hate cleaning up after you.

[All undead officers of the law or non-powered citizens have now been disabled and ported out. Infected heroes are, however, still infected, and will have to be killed in order to respawn.]

One - Voice;;

[whatmamasays.livejournal.com]

--mnit! I can't even work this stupid thing. What's-- Oh! The light's on!

Hello?

Hellooooo?

...

Is anybody gonna pick up? I thought this was supposed to be like a phone or something. HELLO!?

Well... Well, fine! I'll just leave a message, then!

This? This whole thing? Not gonna happen! Not with me. I have no idea what your stupid, little game is, but you better leave me and mine out of it! You hear me? I have children at home, and I can't just... APPEAR SOMEWHERE! That doesn't even make any sense! THIS WHOLE THING DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!

And look, if you're looking for heroes--! REALLY! I've had enough of that story! That kind of thing isn't just a game, you know! You can't run around playing the savior without SOME KIND OF CONSEQUENCE! And that... That really affects people, so-- You can't just toy with people like that!

I have to get home. Now!

Oh for-- I'm just talking into a box. This's... SOMEBODY HAD BETTER BE CALLING ME BACK! IMMEDIATELY! I'LL FIND YOU! THEN YOU'LL SECOND-THINK THIS!

★ 002 [voice]

[hiddenpower.livejournal.com]

[ Again, the first sound that's heard is the rushing of wind against the microphone before Gohan sets down on a rooftop. Where has he been the last three weeks? Well, not in the City, that's for sure. ]

Wow, you guys were right when you said this Earth was different from back home. I don't think I recognized any of the places... although that China place reminded me of home, a little.

Did anything happen while I was gone?

[TEXT]

[hope-damnit.livejournal.com]

I am relieved that the chaos with the undead has been resolved, although I am unsettled that the dead could not be honored with more integrity. I blame no one for this matter; we can only defend ourselves, and those who need our protection. That is, after all, our apparent purpose here -- one in which I do accept.

Although I find myself awkwardly attempting to settle into my role here. It is not that I am unwilling; I am quite glad to be of service to you all and those who need it. However, I was not aware until Kyle informed me that my physical attributes would be frowned upon.

So I wonder. How many of you are not from Earth, or are simply physically different in some way -- is this common where you are from? I do not place judgment for this reaction. Simply curiosity. I wish to understand, so I may attempt to put the fears to rest of those who do indeed judge.

My apologies for my ramblings. I realize that I just have plenty to learn about this planet and the culture of humans. It is interesting, albeit mostly confusing thus far.


All will be well.
-- Saint Walker

I will not post with him again for at LEAST a week and a half I SWEAR.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

[the comm clicks on to voice. There's some shuffling and some groaning]

Hrg, my fuckin' head.

So, why the fuckin' hell am I naked in a dark-ass... warehouse? I think that's where I am. Jeez...