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[wantsapprentice.livejournal.com]

Let us ne'er forget the Ides of October.


[ooc: It's been a year and a day since this happened. All replies will be text unless noted otherwise.]

XXIX. [Public/Video] backdated a few hours

[natureinblood]

I haven't been very good about keeping accurate records of these nights.

[The communicator is propped up on the table in the dining room at Moonybase. Voices can be heard distinctly in the background and if one looks in the corner, they can see the still destroyed living room. The floors seemed to have been pulled up and pushed down in ripples and the furniture seems to be suffering from the same problem.]

[He doesn't seem that concerned about it right now, sitting at the table, a book in his hand and using his finger to mark where he left off before it occurred to him that he wanted to post.]

I promise this will be the last staff announcement this week. Doctor Franken Stein will be offering Soul Theory, an elective which looks to be a bit more promising then I expected. I'm sure he'll answer any questions you have. Ben Reilly will also be taking our Earth Sciences classes permanently.

[He stops for a second, thinking.]

I considered saying something regarding current events outside of the house, but decided against it for everyone's sake. I would like to clarify that the house has survived yesterday's debacle with the loss of only one room and part of the floor in the master bedroom. We have exchanged one animal for another, so at least there won't be any further complaints about the growing population. If the police would be so kind as to dismiss any calls you hear about polar bears going through the neighbor's trash.

This is probably a-

[There is a short pause and he freezes up suddenly. It lasts only a moment before his limbs and body start shaking. The book thuds heavily to the table and then there's chaos as the table seems to be shoved violently to the side. The communicator crashes camera down to the floor and there's a terrible snarling scream and the painful sound of breaking bones. The communicator is knocked back onto its side and a clawed hand crashes down onto top of it, cutting the feed.]


[OOC: As of tonight, Remus had regained all of his lost powers from his death in June.]

§ 036.

[symmachy]

[this is scathach sitting on a rooftop, staring up at the full moon. the comm is next to her on the ledge of the building. her arms are wrapped around her legs, and her chin is on her knees. she looks every bit a seventeen year old girl.]

Time does indeed move quickly, and we forget. We forget things that happen, that are important. Even if we try not to. [pause.] Or should that be, we try to? Who knows?

[another pause. she seems to be thinking. gives something of a smile. her freckles are dark against her pale skin.]

One year. It doesn't seem like very long, does it?

[she reaches out to cut the recording.]

005 -- video;

[sanctusveritas.livejournal.com]

[ Connor's thumbing his rosary beads as he addresses his communicator; the motion is just visible. He's usually very good about not calling attention to them. His guns are on the table, off to the side, and Connor himself is leant back in his chair, looking at the comm contemplaintively. ]

All of ye have an opinion on that shooting, aye? Whether it was right or wrong or what have you, all that blather.

And you lot are entitled to your opinions, of course, but when it gets down to it, isn't the point of the matter that when you see evil, when you see something or someone evil, you take care of it? You put the fucker down before they can hurt anyone else. Malum dele, ut bonum floreat, simply put. I'm no expert, but that seems a logical approach, doesn't it?

text, police filter (after much effort)

[camberwick_sam]

sdorry not in

out on sickyu

Video

[halycon-days.livejournal.com]

[This time, the communicator clicks on to show her again, but she's not squeaking in concern like last time. Rather, she seems very happy while she is eating a banana hungrily (like so). Lifting her head for a short moment to look at the comm, she squeaks with glee, more or less saying, "It's not all that bad being a bunny!" She actually quite likes being an animal!. Bowing her head again, she resumes her mission to devour the banana. The communicator shuts off again shortly thereafter.]


(ooc: Sorry, the nomming nanners had to be done!)

[04 / Voice] - backdated forever to before there were animals, filtered from Slade and the Major

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

[He wants the words out, but it's hard to say them. He's sounding a little frayed, and his tone is brusque.]

If you've trusted me with any information you'd consider secure, it's time to assume it's been compromised.

That means locations. Passwords. Names. Anything that...

Just anything.

Anyone who hasn't started taking some extra measures to protect themselves needs to.



( For Steph )

( For Oracle )

( For Zatanna )

[ooc: So apparently my notifications kind of aren't working suddenly? So if I'm a little slow with replies today, er. That would be why. :(]

1 - [ video; ]

[spiderfanboy.livejournal.com]

[The video feed turns on but doesn’t show the person behind it. Instead, the recording is showing the city skyline, as if someone is flying between the skyscrapers. However, the movement isn’t smooth enough to suggest flight, and has enough of a pattern to suggest that it’s not because of the flapping of wings. The movement is fluid, with low dips before moving back up higher, then falling again. This person is swinging through the City.]

You know, I really like that computer! It’s about time I get the recognition that I deserve, and I even got these cool dog tags and communicator!

Man, it’s like I just joined the Avengers or something, just like the real deal. I didn’t even know that there was something like this in place, which makes sense, since I’m still pretty new to the game. Really though, it’s about time you contacted me.

So, what’s the situation? I already caught a couple of muggers, and from what I can tell from some of the posts on this thing, there are some serious problems around the City.

You don’t have to worry about it though.

[He lands on the side of one of the skyscrapers, and while he still doesn’t make any attempt to show that his face to the camera, there is a clear reflection on from the building’s window, and the trademark Spider-Man costume can be seen, but it’s black and red instead of the traditional red and blue.]

Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is here!

backdated to the 21st because i fail; VIDEO

[badluckpuss.livejournal.com]

[There's a small black and white cat staring into the camera, and for a while that's all it does. Finally it grins widely.]

My, my. So many animals around now, and suddenly there's so much more typing going on.

What's the matter? ^{Cat got your tongue?}

[[nine.]] voice.

[hoodalumnus.livejournal.com]

So, yeah this thing. Wow there’s a lot of fucking lint… Shit that best be lint I don’t know why it’s fucking pink, probably some goddamn demonic shit… Uh. Yeah okay.

Sucks hiding, you know? Whole time here, I’ve been treating this as a reprieve. Shit’s messier back home, some of it anyway, and this was kinda nice. Frustrating, when you realize nothing here matters, but still kinda nice. Or it was, 'til I got around finding out some things about what's coming.

You learn things, about back home. Things you can’t ever fucking change. Things you’re gonna lose, and lose hard. Things I wish I could—[beat.]

There’s really no truth to hiding. Right? Man’s just gotta ball-up and play sometimes.

35. [Public/Audio]

[pacifister]

I think I prefer two legs. Everyone that helped me and the others who were affected, thank you.


[Encrypted/Audio: Kory]
Are you free Monday? I wanted to welcome you back properly.


[Encrypted/Text: Trowa]
Do you still have Leo?