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[temporaltossed.livejournal.com]

[The video opens to... more or less what you see in the icon. Rachel's face, close up, lit only by the comm device casting shadows over the hound marks on her face in the pre-dawn hours. She looks tired, more emotionally drained than physically exhausted, and it takes a few minutes before she speaks.]

Jesus, they just cram those memories back in, don't they?

[She looks around, and adds...]

So... the power's out, am I supposed to be fighting something? Or if not, do I still have an apartment to go home to, I'd really like to sleep for a week. Wars are a little exhausting.

[She looks like she wants to add something, but doesn't. Instead, the camera cuts out.]

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[hev-interloper.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure I need a hobby. I'm no psychologist, but I'm pretty sure obsessing with work to the exclusion of everything else is a sign of depression... oh, not to mention...

To anyone that knew her here, and this is a little belated on my part, but I'm pretty sure Alyx Vance went home. Never could get in contact with Tank to make sure, but there you go.

Any suggestions on those hobbies? I think I'm as far as I can get on this stuff without checking back in with the boss anyway.

No. 26 [video]

[hackeralastair]

So, you know. There's one good thing about power outages.

*he's sitting at an outdoor cafe area, nibbling away at an ice cream bar on a stick. The comm's propped up in such a way as to capture a glimpse of his laptop next to him and a shiny red Ducati parked behind him - although that shiny red bike looks a little newer than usual*

The stores are all blacked out, here, so they're giving away free ice cream. 'Cause it'll all melt with the freezers shut off, and their registers are down so they can't take money for it. *snarky grin* Best. Thing. Ever. If you want free ice cream, better get to SoHo before the power comes back on.

*there's a roll of thunder, making him look up and then hurriedly shut the cover of his laptop*

Shit, here it comes again. I'm staying way out of that thing's path. Is anybody gonna stop it, or are we going to have to deal with the power going out everywhere all day? Wardriving's kinda pointless if everybody's servers go down...

*a hand covers the comm as he grabs it before getting the hell out of that neighborhood*

[02 / Video - Backdated to early Friday morning]

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

( Filtered to the Batfamily + Zatanna and Selina )

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[News Post] Aired Saturday Night at 8pm

[radiantly]

[The following is a segment from a popular political commentary program. The host is a middle-aged man with large eyes, and he has a very grave expression on his face.]

And now friends, if I may, I'd like to shed some light on the topic of the mysterious fish die out that has plagued our harbor for the last week. It seems that once again our fair City has befallen a strange calamity that no one saw coming, a twisted fate that came upon us like a bolt from the blue. It seems to me like there's been an awful lot of these types of situations cropping up lately. Situations that find our City in dire straits, with no one to help them, situations where our populace could be left struggling to even survive.

And who, who is to blame for this? Is it the president? Well, he certainly isn't helping things with his ineffective, and yes, I'll say it, subversive policies toward governing. But this one isn't his doing. Nor is it being caused by the most unpopular congress in the history of our great nation. Incompetent and criminal as they may be, those fat cats in Washington are not to blame for this ecological and economical catastrophe in the making. Oh no.

Follow me, friends.

[He waddles over to his chalkboard, scrawling out the words FISH, TAX INCREASES, GUN CONTROL LAWS, GAY MARRIAGE, ANCHOR BABIES and IMPORTS. He then proceeds to draw out a complicated flow chart demonstrating how the imPorts are causing America to degenerate. Or something. It doesn't exactly make a lot of sense, but the man is yelling, and he sounds very angry.]

So, as you can clearly see, this rape on American culture is the result of the lackadaisical response of our government in dealing with the imPort problem. Obviously their presence in our great nation is causing adverse ecological and economical effects, effects that can no longer be ignored.

[He chokes back a sob. Yes, he is crying on TV.]

I love my country. I love this country with every breath in my body. And... and it hurts to see her ruined in this way. The imPort menace needs to be halted, by whatever means necessary. Round them up, deport them, send them to Mexico if we can't send them back where they came from. And at the very least, stop them from destroying our fish.



[[ooc: This post is in relation to the mutant piranha plot which is happening now!]]

Series XXXVII - Video from Las Vegas

[ajrimmer-ssc.livejournal.com]

I've made a very important scientific discovery, everybody. One I'd like to share with all of you. It's quite astonishing, I'm amazed it didn't occur to me sooner. Observe.

[He turns the camera around to show Raven sitting at the stool of a slot machine in their hotel. (It's the Wheel of Fortune slot machine, for those who care about that sort of thing.) Her expression is determined, and she's not looking away for anything. Even as she wins a couple of dollars in nickels, it doesn't matter, she just keeps playing like a woman possessed. Rimmer turns the camera back to him.]

...Here's the discovery. Never take an empath to Las Vegas. This town is a cesspit of greed. Do you know, there are slot machines in the groceries here? You can smoke in the bloody grocery store while you gamble, before picking up your weekly kit.

Does anybody have any suggestions how to get her to stop? Aside from knocking her unconscious, obviously.

[audio]

[pretendyouare.livejournal.com]

Uhhh, okay. You know how you go to sleep in your newly appointed apartment bedroom and you wake up in uh, I dunno. The public library. Or a museum. Or the coffee shop at the airport. What's that about?

05; video;

[slingshots]

[She's perched on some high point somewhere when the feed turns on, the background of night sky and a few generic roofs carefully picked out not to have many distinguishing features. The camera is angled just so, to best show off the big yellow R on her chest and that distinctive yellow cape.]

So... just how many of you spuds out there are from Gotham? Or a world with a Gotham? It's a little hard figuring out which capes're supposed to be from my world, and which ones're from a whole different one.