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[iknowyourfear.livejournal.com]

[ The camera's shaky at first-- like someone's turning it around in their hands, not sure they've got it right, but hey, he's a teenager living in the twenty-first century. Anything handheld, he can figure it out.

Eventually, you get a glimpse of a kid who resembles a distant cousin of Gerard Way, with messy hair, guyliner, and an Initiative cadet t-shirt. When he finally speaks, it's a little gruff, and obviously irritated-- ]

Yeah, look. Just so you know? I've already fulfilled my superhero recruitment quota for this week. I'll pass on the alternate universe hero cliche, thanks.

And no, the fancy Blackberry on steroids doesn't make it any better.

003 -- video;

[sanctusveritas.livejournal.com]

[Like just about every time Connor posts to the Network, he's got both his guns in the frame. However, in this particular post, Connor is all business. He's in what is obviously the backroom of a bar, loading his weapons, a cigarette dangling from his lip. And everything about him just radiates tension. He looks like a coiled spring, like just the slightest thing will set him off.]

I been watching you bastards run around like fucking chickens with their heads cut off, and thought I'd do you fuckers a favor.

My fucking power here is to see the truth. Or something like that, I haven't quite figured out how this shit works. But the fucking point is, I see the shit you assholes are missing, so I'll be the one to point it the fuck out.

You got fuckers wandering around, brainwashing people. And I'm calling them out for you, Network, and you'd better do something about it, or I will do it for you. And I'm betting about half of you won't like the way I deal with it.

So pay attention, here's the people you need to worry about.

Courtney Whitmore, Matt Murdock, Kurt Wagner, that fucking windbag Colossus, and James fucking Bond. They're the ones you need to apprehend and deal with, so get out there and take care of it.

[Connor removes the saftey on the gun in his hand with an ominous clicking noise, then disconnects the feed.]


(ooc: Connor's been brainwashed. Enjoy.)

009. video.

[iownkickassguns.livejournal.com]

Times like this make wish I had some form of my powers back.  I wasn't a telepath but at least I could sense something out there on the psionic plane. 

In the meantime, I'm back in the City without my old powers.  How do I find out if I have new ones?

( [private to Sam and Sally] )

[Encrypted from "Adon Tierney"]

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

Echo? Topher?

Are you aware of what's happening? We need to talk. It's important.

voice / locked from: TERRANCE WARD and DR. CRANE.

[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

[ There's a little hesitation-- like she's not sure she wants to say this, but at length, a little unhappily: ]

I. Thought I-I should warn everybody that-- there's a possible Omega-level threat in the City. His name is Terrance Ward, and his codename is Trauma. He... Isn't the Terry that was here before, o-or if he is, he doesn't remember. He's from my past, and-- and that means...

He isn't in control of his powers yet. A-And I know everything is kind of crazy right now. So. Um. Please be careful.


( LOCKED TO: Danielle Moonstar )

[voice] backdated to some ungodly hour of the morning

[latrodectus]

[There's a lot of ambient noise in the background— normal street sounds and maybe some injured grunting. Also, the sound of high heels clicking on pavement, before they stop.]

I can't believe I'm back here.

[Pause.]

And that somebody tried to mug me. What a headache.

[Text] - One that wasn't supposed to be posted to the network, apparently...

[fridgevigilante.livejournal.com]

Rorschach's Journal.
September 20th, 2010. According to today's newspaper.

City still doesn't make much sense. Can't decide whether it's better or worse than 1985. Probably worse. Network is filled with madness. Fitting to current state of the city. Doesn't seem like there are many sane people left. Makes it difficult whom to believe. Most probably believe the stories they get told and spread further. Most simply accept without questioning. Without having doubts.

Checked newspaper archives. Recorded history different. Not too surprising, really. Alternate dimensions: Right up Dr. Manhattan's alley. Makes Miss Juspeczyk's doubts about Manhattan being involved the more dubious. Should know better. Knows him better than anyone. Might be in denial. Might be hiding something. Need to investigate.

Went to look for Blake's grave. Didn't exist either. Once again just hardly surprising.
Found coffee shop on the way to cemetery. Coffee was good. Need to remember location.

Less than a month until October 12th. Coincidence? Hard to believe. Not as long as Manhattan's possibly involved. But without him showing, getting proof will be difficult.

Still. There is time.


Note: Might have to invest in new notepad. Writing on calculator gets annoying.


.⌉⌈.


[[ooc: Hrmn. Been a bit busy with having a nasty cold, but... I'm quite sure that's over now. Anyhow. Have some wrongly posted personal notes for your general entertainment~]]

XXVII. [Public/Audio]

[natureinblood]

Though I do not enjoy the circumstances that have made this possible, I was offered the position of headmaster at the Institute last night. After some consideration [Pause.] I've accepted.

Because of this, I am going to stop teaching literature, so that I can better divide my time between the school and my other duties. A substitute will take over for my classes until a replacement is found, of course; however, your assignments from Friday are still due.

I'd also like the school to start teaching magic, if the staff does not object.

[008 || video]

[divtastic.livejournal.com]

[Here is Chris, looking decidedly green around the gills and in an apartment far posher than his usual M.A.C accommodation.]

So... If you wake up, yeah? And you've no idea where you are. Do you just leave? Or do you like... Try and find whoever it is that owns the place? Only I dunno if I know them, so I'm not sure.

[He tries for a grin, but it comes out more of a grimace.]

Might've overdone it a bit last night. Can barely even remember most of it.

[ooc: Backdated to about midday. Meant to get this up sooner.]

[Voice]

[shiromadoushi]

[[Sounding very tense]]

Has anyone seen or heard any sign of Ben-- Obi-Wan today? He didn't come home since last night and no one I've talked to has heard from him since.

004 - Video

[numberonedoll.livejournal.com]

[the video screen flickers to life revealing Echo sitting on a couch, the camera has presumably been placed on a coffee table and tilted slightly upwards so we can get a full view of her face]

I was wondering if any of you knew about a place called the Xavier Institute. I’ve only recently discovered my power and was advised to go there for help developing it and getting it under control.

[there's a pause as she debates whether or not to say this next bit, eventually she decides to do so]

Also, I’m looking for a man here who goes by the name of Adon Tierney.

If anyone knows how I can get in contact with him, I would appreciate it if you let me know. I believe we have a few mutual acquaintances and I want to speak to him.

6. Panorama

[pas-de-ducks.livejournal.com]

[Duck is sitting close to a slightly open window, her expression earnest and oddly thoughtful.]

Um, first of all, I wanted to say--I've been hearing about people acting funny. I mean not like their usual selves. And I can--uh, um, I mean, I know someone who can probably help them get their old selves back. Or at least try to.

[She flashes a bright smile at the camera.]

So... um... if you want to, you can leave a message with me and I'll tell Princess Tutu!

[A little laugh, as if she's enjoying a delicious private joke. That look quickly fades, though, into something gentler and turned far more inward.]

Hey, though... I have a question.

What do you do if you don't know when your birthday is?

[text]

[make-contact.livejournal.com]

Mary Batson - Mary Marvel - was ported out this morning. I haven't seen her since late last night, her comm was left behind. Anyone who was trying to reach her I'm sorry.


[Private; Encrypted to Slade Wilson]

I need to get the hell out of this house before I break something. Are you around?



[ooc:Replies may take a while and be a bit generic, upset Joey is upset. ;_;]

✪ 001 (video)

[trickier.livejournal.com]

[The video starts with a view of the night sky up a narrow alley, the only thing that can be seen from the one that started the recording is a bit of a blue and yellow-striped cloth. When the owner finally speaks he does it in a hoarse, pained voice.]

Somehow I doubt Heaven looks like the Big Apple...that would be kind of lousy. But this isn't Hell either. I would know, I've been there. Unless it got a serious makeover, but that's not his thing so that rules Hell out. Ha, up yours, Neron!

Which— does raise the question of where I really am... but you know what? I don't care. It's better than where I was before. Besides, more pressing matters....

[The camera shifts to show the very bloody face of Trickster. He grimaces as he points at the left side of his face.] Got a bit of a boo boo on my head. Nurse, please?

Oh, while I'm at it... Somebody find Deadshot and throw him in front of a moving freight train for me. I would be very much obliged.