002 Video (Japanese -- Translation provided)

[spiritgun]

[Video flickers on, showing the inside of Yusuke's apartment, and Yusuke's face half in the frame. It's still somewhat neat, but only because he only arrived with the clothes on his back and whatever was in his rucksack. There's a couple English textbooks strewn across the table, as if he was just reading through them.]

Finally! There it goes...

[He adjusts it a bit, until his face fills the screen.]

Alright, so I've been here a couple days and I think I've got this place pretty figured out. All I need is some English and I'll be set.

Anyways, I guess I'm stuck here for a while. So the real question here is...

Anyone up for a fight?

[Cut to a huge, cheerful grin, before he punches a button and the screen goes blank.]

Video - Police Channels only

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

Video - Police Channels only

[The video flickers on, showing Aaron with an unconscious Shego over one shoulder and he's struggling to hold the comm in his currently free hand as the video shakily focuses on his face. There's the crinkling sound of bags from near the comm.]

I need to arrange proper containment facilities for Shego's interrogation. I'll be arriving with her shortly, unless there are alternative orders.

voice;

[tyrael.livejournal.com]

[An accidental voice post; Tyrael has the device in his pocket and he's knocked it on. Not that he would notice, at the moment he's being owned by someone. The post starts halfway through the conversation. The other voice is a female, obviously the most annoying sales clerk of 2010.]

-if you choose the brown one you'll look like anyone on the street. I would say you should go for this grey one right here it's only-

Just the brown one will do.

-one hundred and twenty dollars, a complete bargain if you ask me and I can also throw in a scarf-

Just the brown one will do....

-And I know just the scarf, grey would really go with your eyes-

....Are you being serious? I would like to purchase the brown one. Now.

-you have such pretty eyes, so grey is definitely your color, I will get it wrapped up for you now-

[There's a muttered ancient curse under the archangel's breath. But then if taking the grey coat gets him out of this place quicker.....]

-This coat is about four sizes too big are you sure you wouldn't want a smaller one? I know just the-

No! That one is fine.

-coat that will fit you perfectly, one moment I'll go find it for you.

..........................If everyone in this world was like this, I would purge it myself. [And then the archangel pulls out the device, not caring if it is on already.]

Pixie, I am holding you responsible for this.

[seven :: voice]

[wolfofmibu]

[Filtered from Cavil, the Joker, the Major, Lust, Dr. Horrible, Audrey II, Carnage, and Angelica Einstellsehn]


[ Yeah guess who's totally ecstatic about being back here! ] ... A day.

A day.

... Was there even a point to that?

FiVe [Voice]

[rockerkanker.livejournal.com]

HA! So check this, I'm on my week streak of chewing on the same piece of gum, and I fall asleep during class and the thing falls outta my mouth. So, first, yeah, no problem, but when I woke up I hit the thing with my hand and it flew in the hair of some girl who thinks she's all that and a bag of pork rinds. Naturally, I'm peeved. I'm about to CLOBBER someone. I mean, one whole week of work: GONE! I'm about to tell her whats-what, but then she goes to pull her hair in a pony tail.. and what does she end up spreading all over her hair? Ohhh yeeeah GUM COUNTRY. Reminded me of the one time I chewed a whole thing of jumbo bubble tape and blew a bubble big enough to throw on May's hair that one time she told me to do my own dishes. Like heck I was gonna do 'em. But yeah! It got aaaalll over.

Suddenly, didn't feel so mad anymore.

Gotta love it when things work out in the end~ Actually better than tryin' to break a record.

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[anzbigotchan.livejournal.com]

[Derp derp, communicator clicks on with a little static.]

Damn this stupid thing, I can't work with these--

--hello? [Frown. Then she quirks an eyebrow, holding the comm with one hand, placing the other on her hip.] Okay, I'm too damn effed to care anymore.

Surge speaking here. I just got to this place through some sorta... lame portal, thing. Then some loser machine with a chick's voice told me a bunch of stuff and handed these over. [digs the tags from her pants pocket, holds them up momentarily with a little shake.]

There's no way I was dragged into this place by myself, since there's a bunch of you talking. Any of you from the Xavier Institute? The X-men? I tried checking out where it was, but. [Pause.] Guess that machine sucked all my energy. [An annoyed sound, then she tilts her head] So, can anybody tell me what the hell is going on with these creeps?

Surge out. Don't keep me waiting for long, guys.

Man, and I thought I was finally gonna get a load off.

3. [Voice] [Locked from Dick and Dani]

[nightstarrising.livejournal.com]

Nnngh.

[Mar'i's...sounded better. Rather woozy, really, like she just woke up. And like she just walked into a wall.]

I know it's probably on the network already, but I'm a bit...not in the way of doing that right now. Is anyone willing to give the directions to the meta clinic? Could use them right now.

Thanks.

[As the comm clicks off, Nightstar's mumbling is just barely audible: "Should've gone on Sunday."]

.o51 [video]

[darkprophecies.livejournal.com]

[ Private to: Tim, Kon, Kory, Donna, Garfield, Lister, Phoenix, and Abby. Hackable if you really feel like doing it. ]

[Her eyes are rather red, and she's wiping them with the back of her hand, but laughing a bit weakly. Arnold Rimmer's sitting behind her - both are obviously outside in the purpley hues of night, in one of the Adirondack lounge chairs on the back porch. She can't stop smiling.]

... I know things are difficult and stressful right now, but I felt that, as my closest friends, you all should at least be aware of a rather important change in my life, and even share in the happiness if you like.

[She holds up her left hand, letting the diamond and sapphire ring there catch the moonlight and sparkle quite a bit.]

Surprise?

[She goes to say something more, but she just ends up laughing again, wiping her eyes when a fresh batch of tears well up. That's all she can manage, so she shuts it off.]



(OOC: If your character wasn't on that list, it's because they're either swapped out right now, indisposed, or because I had to be really picky about the eight people. Don't worry, she'll tell people more openly once things calm down!)

(OOC part 2: All replies will be overheard by Arnold Rimmer lulz. All responses from him come from Raven's comm, since he's RIGHT behind her.)

Red .11 // scar tissue [Text, Titans filter]

[notlikeanyone]

Hey, guys.

I'm okay. For a given value.

Don't answer to Dick's communicator. It's not him any more. He was switched. That's why I went by myself - because it was Dick.

Take care out there.

[Encrypted to Damian]

You need to be extra careful. He said he was going to try killing you next.

Vol. 2, Issue 30; Locked from Troy

[killerjoke.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhh man, has it ever been a busy week. Nothing but work, work, work, work. When's a guy supposed to ever get some play time in? Why just earlier this week I had to amputate a finger. Turns out though, the gall bladder isn't in the left ring finger. Whoopsie. My bad. Hahahahahaha.

Sooooo, I got me one of those anatomy books and went a hunting...

[Video Post]

[The video shows the Joker dressed in doctor's scrubs and standing in front of a makeshift lab table with a body lying on its back, face not quite viewable to the camera. It looks dead for a moment until the chest starts to rise and fall as it breathes. The Joker brandishes a scalpel before he stops.]

Oh, I almost forgot the anesthesia!

[He reaches and puts an oxygen mask on whoever it is and opens the nozzle on the tank for a moment. A nervous giggle can be heard from the person on the table before the Joker moves back around. He flashes the camera a huge smile before cutting into the person. They can be heard laughing maniacally.]

Noowwwwww, where does the book say that darned gall bladder is? Darned thing should be around here somewhere... Oh wait, silly me, I have the book upside down!

[The rest of the video shows the Joker finishing the surgery, rather skillfully. He holds up the gall bladder once it's all done and gives the camera a thumbs up before he turns it off.]

[/End Video]

Pffffffft, who the hell needs medical school when you've got picture books, huh? Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

[ooc: The video was sent to the police first and arrived there earlier today, but the Joker posted this so everyone came share in his fun.]

[ black communicator | video; backdated slightly. ]

[simplyteasing.livejournal.com]

_{[ The feed turns on to show a ruined city alleyway, its walls and floor decorated with an assortment of blast marks and thin, jagged gashes into both stone and steel. Not an inch of any surface has been spared from whatever transpired, here: the walls have been savaged, some of them nearly appearing to be ready to fall apart while patches of the ground still smokes, giving the video a grainy, fogged look. ]}

Well, then.

_{[ Tyki brushes the camera lens with a gloved hand, holding it up close to his eye for inspection. After a moment or two, he sets it down somewhere nearby, giving the audience a clearer look at the body lying still at his feet. ]}

At least it isn't broken, from the look of it.

_{[ He brushes his disheveled hair from his face, taking his time to take out and light a cigarette. After smoking it for a minute, he turns the body over with a foot, angling the camera to show Laura Kinney's face to the rest of the world. She's a bit singed, here and there, but nothing too serious. ]}

--I assume this girl belongs to one of you?

_{[ He inhales, blowing a steady line of smoke up toward the sky. ]}

You may want to hurry, I won't be staying long.


_{[ ooc | Hope this is okay, Laura-mun! Remember, Tyki is going to eventually take Laura to the police station, where McClane will be throwing her in jail. ]}

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[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

These things are awfully easy to misplace- I finally found it, though! [Lyra is still fifteen, and she grins brightly.]

Pantalaimon and I have been visiting the libraries in this city, mostly- we also visited the cinema a few times- it's just as good as I remember it being! We've been reading different books, to try to understand why we're here, in this world- why these things are happening.

Everything has a meaning, we just have to learn to see it.

And I want to ask. Has anyone else... been through something like this? Travelling to different universes, I mean. I have some experience, but... It doesn't seem to be much use, so if anyone here has some more knowledge... I'd really like to talk to them.

[ooc: I'm back! Finally got the laptop fixed! :D]

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[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[the camera clicks on to show Ray sitting at a table littered with all sorts of mechanical doodads and tools; among them, nozzles, several dozen screws, a ball of multicolored wires with a wire cutter laying nearby, and a screwdriver. in the middle of this chaos lays the proton pack, which Ray appears to be in the process of screwing a small slot back onto. when he's finished, he sits back triumphantly and turns his focus to the camera.]

Man, time flies when you're charging subatomic particles. Or, uh...having fun. Same difference, right? It's fantastic that warping between time and space hasn't damaged the pack's power cell, but all the same, I've been making some repairs to the neutrona wand and seeing if that affects the stream's overall performance. Sorta makes me wonder if there's any difference between this reality's ionization rate and our own, but it's not like there aren't any opportunities for experimentation--

[stops short, blinking; an awkward chuckle follows soon after]

Woah...bad habit. Talk about getting too ahead of yourself before you even try to get to the point. Dunno what mine was, but -- oh, yeah!

To the students and faculty of the Xavier Institute who I haven't gotten around to speaking with yet, I'm Dr. Ray Stantz. I along with my fellow colleague Dr. Peter Venkman have been graciously offered housing and employment at your fine faculty, an experience which we hope will further our research and give us some terrific data to work by. If all goes smoothly, we hope to design some new equipment that we think will come in handy for both the students and staff here, sorta in the similar vein of the gear we had on us when we were brought here.

[stands up, picking up the pack's proton gun] Take this beauty for example. Mini particle accelerator with a half-life of 5000 years -- we call it a proton pack. Assuming the rates of ionization are constant between realities, this can emit a stream of pure protonic energy to trap a supernatural entity--more commonly, a ghost--within it indefinitely. I'm making a few tweaks here and there, just some routine maintenance, but otherwise it works perfectly! I think it's done recharging now, sooo...

[he flips the switch on the side of the pack on, smiling proudly. a low but very audible humming can be heard, seemingly growing louder and louder much to Ray's visible confusion--

--until the lights in the room he's in start flickering before going out completely, sending the area--and the camera feed--into blackness.]

...Okay, so it isn't. Oops.

[the transmission cuts out immediately after]

[video]

[crapsdarkmatter.livejournal.com]

[There is a huge mountain of a man wandering down a sidewalk in the city. He glares at the communicator, not really paying attention to where he's walking.]

I am human. But I should be krogan. How did Shepard ever survive with this... pink, squishy hide. And it bruises just by poking it.

[He bumps into another pedestrian, who he simply shoves off the sidewalk and into the street without even looking.]

This... it makes me want to kill something. With my tiny, easily-bruised hands. Shepard, if you're out there, you may be my battlemaster, but your race is tiny and bruises easily.

You, out there: tell me where I can go to kill... things. Big things.

24th Fantasy // Voice

[magicalworld]

Okay, I'm back to normal now everyone! I, uh, don't really remember everything, so I apologize to anybody Tracer Bullet may have worked over while he was here. He's a really gritty guy.

Anyway, apparently the guy who takes care of me has been messed up too and is running around doing who-knows-what because no one will tell me what's going on with him. I'm the one that lives with him, I'm the one that has a right to know, you guys!

But my point is, I'm all on my own for now and I'm not in the mood to do my own cooking and stuff. Bakura's already offered to look after me for a while, but I figure 'hey, where's the fair and open competition in that?' I'm sure there's lots of people out there who'd want a great kid like me, and they all deserve a chance to make their case why they're the best candidate for the position. That's the democratic way. Think of it as an opinion poll, except my opinion's the only one that matters!

So make me an offer! Why should I let you be the one to take care of me until this blows over?

31 | video | attack of the clones ii [ENCRYPTED to SPIDER-MAN]

[osreborn]

Peter.



I think we should talk.

[ video ]

[martialartistic.livejournal.com]

[ Melee is surrounded by UPS boxes that somehow accumulated over the course of the week while her back was turn. Each box seems similar, each containing unusual items: Coca Cola bottles, more snowglobes than she ever cared to see in her life, stuffed animals, shot glasses, post cards-- all with the Coke logo or various scenes from large cities printed on them.

This face. ]

What the hell am I supposed to do with all this, huh?

XV.

[natureinblood]

[Filtered to: Alastair, Edgeworth, Rua, Ryou Bakura, and Yuugi. Voice.]
What do you know about manipulating the human soul? I believe I may have an idea about Ruka's current condition, but my knowledge is limited to the magic of my own world.