text; filtered to Elisa Maza, John McClane, Pete Cheney, Red Queen, Cheetor, and Vector Prime

[theprimerprime.livejournal.com]

I'm going to be away for the next week. Something I need to take care of out of the City.

Maza, you're in charge at the station. Pete, keep an eye on the prison for me. Red, report any problems to him and CC directly to my communicator.

Cheetor, you're in command at the base.

I'll be in contact, and I expect everything to still be in one piece when I come back.

[Private to Blackarachnia; voice]

[There's nothing but dead air over the connection for a few seconds as he tries to figure out what to say.]

I...

[Another few seconds of dead air.]

...Never mind. It's not important.

Dear Die-ary;

[filthyreality.livejournal.com]

I can guarantee you none of you have lives as fascinating as mine.

For example, network. I've had a pimple on my neck for the past week. It came to a head (how disgusting) and I picked it. instead of the usual disgusting dead bodies of white blood cell soldiers spewing out, a little... thing... came out.

it was red, about the size of a pea and was made of squirming tentacles. it ran off before I could get a good look at it. especially since I had to contend with a hole in my neck spurting blood. I put a bandage on it so i wouldn't die.

I think it's under my couch. i hear chewing.



who else watched the LOST finale. I threw a paperweight at my TV. time for a new TV.

Scoop number 13! [video]

[hittheroadjack.livejournal.com]

[The video clicks open to reveal Carley sitting in a squat in front of her communicator. She's holding up a deck of cards and looking at just one. She gives a little sigh of approval.]

Not too bad....

[Yeah, and then she remembers she turned on the video!]

Oh! Uh! Hi! [And now she's all flustered.] So at home there are a lot of card games-I'm sure a lot of you guys have heard of them! But I haven't played with playing cards that aren't like these... [she holds up this card] in awhile. Not that I don't know how to play, but I wouldn't mind brushing up on it.

Actually, I haven't played duel monsters in a while either...I miss Jack.

Does anyone want to play some card games?

Five photos on the wall [voice, backdated to like, 10pm]

[helokitynkevlar.livejournal.com]

[Clips from lazytown are playing in the background while Mindy is talking. It's currently "Cooking by the book"]

First person to tell me "you're a few years off on this one" can fuck themselves. Seriously. What the fuck is this show? Why would anyone think it's a good idea to have a stupid ass musical show about being a pirate or baking cakes or shit like that.

Seriously, there has to be some sort of cartoon or comic book or TV show out there that isn't going to make me want to stab knives into my ears.

[The song ends. There's maybe a ten second pause, and the song starts up again.]

I need a new hobby.

[ooc: all responses are perma voice unless stated otherwise. Yes, that song is playing through the background, but it's not very loud :)]

[VIDEO]

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

[Someone who's been missing awhile abruptly seems to have made his return. Sitting outside, Soundwave is surrounded by a few ducks -- ones that people may recognize if they knew Skyfire. Absently, he tosses out bread for them to chase and feed before they come back to nag him for more.]

CURIOUS.
QUERY: WHAT IS YOUR MUSICAL PREFERENCE?

[If there's a point to the question, Soundwave most certainly isn't advertising it; he just keeps on feeding the affectionate ducks.]

[Text]

[newbvampire]

( Private to Aaron Grey )



Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ [Audio]

[kingmonarch.livejournal.com]

Ah crap! What is- is this recording? Yeah, the red button is like... blinking? Either this shit's gonna blow or... oh, son of a- [recording clicks off, a few moments pass before turning back on] Ooook. So yeah. Who's the dick who decided to knock me out and drag me to some clinic in... where is this- New York? Not that I didn't miss the jaded hooplah and the public urination. Would think the Guild had something to do with this, except that mecha-she-sovereign over there totally just called me 'hero'. Still. Whoever did this PREPARE TO BE MAIMED! Enjoy what is left of your existence, as you will SOON BE A LIFELESS CORPSE DRAGGING DOWN TIMES SQUARE WITH A FUCKING TRL REQUEST FOR SOME RICK ASTLEY WRITTEN ON YOUR BACK WITH YOUR OWN BLOOD!!!

[Big annoyed sigh right here] Alright. One question and one question only...Anyone see a giant flying Cocoon anywhere?

☲ 006

[masterous.livejournal.com]

[filtered voice // quantum encryption // locked away from Sam Tyler & The Doctor*]

[have this playing, muted, in the background ... enjoy, Major~]

People of Earth, America, Lachesis - lovely women, those fates - after granting him a baker's hebdomad to let those old bones settle in, it's my distinct pleasure to announce the return of your beloved prodigal son, our dearest Gandalf.

Although, this isn't the recent white, or even a sinister upgrade to many-colours. Oooooh no, the good Doctor fled from you, ever so far, that he eddied back upon his own timeflow and into shades of drab grey ... causal nexus be DAMNED!

And with this second coming, our date with that gorgeous eve of war fast approaching, the signs point towards ... basically, end of the world, apocalypse NOW! Yet, since your saviour has returned. Take it up with him, won't you?

[/filter]

[ooc: *the content is filtered away from you, Doc, not the post itself or any comments unless specified otherwise ... have fun~ Also, I will be away for a few hours in an hour, but shall return and catch tags~]

[voice]

[grey1911.livejournal.com]

( [Private; voice - Dr. Mid-Nite] )

Mission 1 [voice]

[oops-shark.livejournal.com]

[The voice is hesitant and a little reserved.]

Hello? I haven't received a mission yet and I figured that if this cellphone calls, it's probably not the right cellphone, but my other one doesn't seem to work and I'm . . . I'm a little worried - I can't find my partner, Beat, and we're in a pact so I can't make a pact with anyone new and I've searched the entire hallway but he's not here. I haven't . . . I haven't lost, have I?

34 | video.

[osreborn]

[ Video turns on. Don't worry, this will be brief, City. ]

In honor of the united effort that is being made to combine each of our respective manpower into an organized, collaborative effort, and as a follow-up to my words at last night's event, I wanted to announce that for the next two weeks, I personally am opening up Avengers membership to those who have wanted to dedicate themselves to helping the City and its people, but lacked the individual resources to do so.

Even those who may not be suited for the regular offensive (or defensive, as the case may be) conflicts that the team ordinarily handles may still wear the title of Honorary Avenger, because I, Norman Osborn -- and my team -- fully support and encourage every effort, even from those of you who make a difference on a smaller, or perhaps less noticeable scale. This doesn't even have to be a long-term commitment [ he pauses ] though it's not out of the question, if everyone is happy with the arrangements as they are; just an outreach to strengthen our own community in these unsettling times.

Thank you, and God bless.

[ ENCRYPTED to Terra ]

Apologies for my absence; I'm sure we have much to still go over about your membership, don't we? Don't hesitate to ask if you have any questions. Has Victoria given you a tour of the Tower?

[ ENCRYPTED to Dr. Horrible ]

Doctor. I hear you've expressed interest in becoming an Avenger, as well? I'm willing to offer you a chance, if that wasn't already made clear: though I'm curious about what skills you have beyond R&D.

[ ENCRYPTED to Invincible ]

I heard you had a concern. How may I address that?


(OOC: The responses from all interested parties regarding membership will be automatically encrypted; just procedure, of course.)

=4f 4e 45= [voice] (mecha comm)

[allhailrobotnik.livejournal.com]

( Cut is OOC )

[There is a moment of silence, as if the comm had been turned off without a second thought. However, the silence is broken by static and a long beeping sound which indicates some kind of process being done - and then, finally, picture. The video has been activated, and in the screen there is only a glowing red pupil staring at the screen under what looks to be a blue and grey helmet. There is no emotion in the eye.

The mechanical voice speaks again with a hint of smugness evident even under the artificiality of the tone.]

CITIZENS. YOU HAVE ONE HOUR TO GIVE YOURSELVES UP FOR RELOCATION TO THE CITY OF ROBOTROPOLIS. IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY YOU AND YOUR CITY WILL BE LIQUIDATED. THIS WILL BE YOUR ONLY WARNING.

ALL HAIL ROBOTNIK!

[click]

001 - Video

[spirit-hunted.livejournal.com]

[John is giving the phone and therefore the video an approving look. He's put on his dog tags over a metal chest plate]

Text, voice, and video. Not bad.

[The approving look is quickly gone, though, with a more serious look replacing it.]

Hello, I'm John Raimi.

[There's a little pause]

Can anyone want to tell me what is going on here? I didn't think anything could surpass the last forty-eight hours in being weird and unexpected, but this definitely beats out all competition.

006 - Video

[maidenofice.livejournal.com]

I was just wondering what sorts of things everyone here likes to eat. I've tried a few kinds of food I've never tried before, but I'm open to new experiences.

001 [voice]

[fated-end.livejournal.com]

[There's a moment of feedback, and some mumbling, something like what a shitty phone, before a voice comes in clearly. It's of a young man, angry and demanding, with a sort of whining quality to it as well. Not exactly pleasant.]

Hello? ...If there's someone listening, you better start explaining what the hell just happened. Right now.

[He breaks off, taking a breath, and the next part comes out sort of muffled.]

Tch... this is either the stupidest prank ever, or the stupidest afterlife ever. Or both.

[There's a long pause, as he considers the risks of his next statement. When he speaks again, he's much quieter, calmer.]

Takaya, on the off-chance you're listening... well, you know what to do.

[End feed.]