[Audio] [ Filtered to Rossum Employees, Prison Officials, Police ]

[was-sleeping.livejournal.com]

I have been going over records involved in the prisoner request for testing the rehabilitative progress of the Hallemeier ReSync, I believe that I have found an appropriate candidate.  Who do I need to speak with in order to request his transfer to our temporary custody?

005. [voice]

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

Someone want to tell me what or where 'Savoletta' is? There's no such thing in my world, and I've only just heard of it today.

[The Doctor]

Unless I'm wrong? Is there a Savoletta on Earth at some point?

six. video.

[improvesmorale]

[The feed opens facing the ground, blurred and moving, glimpses of dress shoes and concrete.]

Hey! Ma'am! Ma'am!

[The feed swings up roughly, focusing on a very startled looking middle-aged woman in a winter jacket. She's on a city sidewalk. Behind her is a fundraiser booth, occupied by several other bewildered individuals. They might as well be staring at a wild cat in a three piece suit. The sign on the booth reads DONATE TO DOLVANIA PLAGUE RELIEF. A small crowd has gathered.]

Ma'am, I want you to tell these nice people what you told me.

[The woman hedges, glances off camera. She fidgets with her gloves.]

Dolvania... is... a real... country.

[The Narrator snaps the camera back and turns it on his own face. Oh, how he looks like a frazzled mess.]

You see? Now everyone's going to laugh at you. Now-- Hey! HEY! Don't you leave! I'm not done with you yet. HEY!

[The camera swings in a way that would make anyone motion sick. It catches his free hand reaching for her jacket. She jerks away. The screen swings down to the sidewalk again. Somewhere in the background, a man calls.]

HEY, JERK OFF. DON'T MAKE ME CALL THE POLICE!

Yeah, go call the police! They'll expose your scam! I'm doing this City a service! THIS IS ILLEGAL! You fucking morons. [Beat. Someone yells, inaudible.] Yeah, I bet that's your wife. What are you looking at? What are you--

[WHAM. The feed cuts off.]


(ooc: replies will be a little slow at first!)

006 -- video;

[rabhas]

[ There's a great deal of chatter coming through the feed, but muffled, as if someone were pressing a pillow over a radio. Heine is all that's visible however, sitting on the bed in his cell with his hand pressed over the top of a glass of water. ]

This glass of water just called me a pussy and told me to get a haircut.

[ He looks so unimpressed with this development. He moves his hand, and instantly the chatter cuts back in with a spirited, "Don't you ignore me, buddy, I was talking to you, and you bet I got a problem. Come on down here and fight me like a man, we'll see how you do in a fair--" Heine puts his hand back over the glass. ]

Yeah...

[Video] I couldn't resist this.

[superspeedbjs]

[The Pro is wearing a tank top that's seen better days and a pair of underwear. And she looks incredibly disturbed.]

My toilet just threw shit at me.

[beat]

Literally. What the fuck is going on?

[Noises like BLOOSH in the background; obviously the toilet is retailiating further.]

Sweet Jesus Fuck! [Flailing and then /click]

Second Inquiry [voice]

[nottheanswers]

I need names, full names, or photos. Possibly just voices. Preferably your own, but others may also work.
It's for an experiment.

[ooc: if Vic can find you and you have any preference for his MAC room's relative position to you, let me know! otherwise, i'll be picking them at random. if Vic can't find you, don't let that stop you from commenting here! it's an experiment, after all, just make sure to drop a note in the permissions post.]

☆31 ● [text/video]

[dragony]

You have to hear this.

[Attached is about five minutes of video. The sky is dark from wherever this is being broadcast, well past sunset, but the area is well-lit. Some distance away can be seen the freckled lights of illuminated windows in high-rise buildings, duplicated in the closer horizon in reflection. Closer, a myriad of lighted boats drift on calm Nile waters. While some boats seem to be ordinary, others have been put through some quick beautification and cosmetic changes, white lights exchanged for colored bulbs. It looks like a haphazard attempt at a festival, or a boat show of some kind. The picture shakes occasionally, our correspondent being bumped this way or that in the crowd--for in the background can be heard the low rumble of scores, perhaps hundreds of nearby people, yet the crowd's kept surprisingly quiet.]

[Or perhaps it's being drowned out.]

[What Ruka thinks the network has to "hear" is very obvious from the moment the broadcast starts: music. There are no instruments or familiar rhythms, but the loud swell of notes is unmistakable. It almost sounds like a capella, but the style is very different than what many would be used to, and not something a human choir could produce. It's loud, overwhelmingly loud, but the tones are low, soft baritone, like millions of voices singing quietly together to reach such volume. There are distinct sounds, but for the most part no human words. Just singing, low, drawn out notes, plaintive and reaching out; if actions can be represented through sound, it's a song of shaking outstretched arms, of the cold space left open and a warm embrace. It's uplifting and sorrowful both, overwhelming in emotion and breadth.]

[It continues on. New lit boats push into frame, and the lights ripple on the water.]

It's only been going on for an hour or so, I heard, now. It's getting late, but I think I'm going to stay here for a little while longer, if I can.

[11]- There are no words for this. [Video]

[glassesonachain]

[Bennett is sitting at her desk talking to someone. Where is that voice coming from?]

But I didn't ask for your opinion!

You asked for my opinion when you boiled me and stuck that stupid bag of leaves in me! Do you realize how much boiling hurts? Huh? Do you?

I suppose I never really thought about it-

Yeah, that's right-

Because my tea isn't supposed to be sentient! Water isn't supposed to talk back! Inanimate! Not alive! You're not supposed to be alive!

Oh please, nerdy girl.  I'm just as alive as you are.  Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to sit here and keep criticizing you.

But I, I didn't do anything to warrant criticism!

You're like a walking dictionary, girl! No one likes a walking dictionary!

[And then out nowhere she smacks the cup and sends it flying across the room. Temper, Bennett. Such a temper. The cup of tea shatters on the wall and the other voice just laughs]

I'm having an argument with...my tea. My tea. I'm having an argument with my tea. That can't, that can't possibly be normal. Not normal.

You're not normal.

...Shut up!

[Feed cuts off so Bennett can go clean up the stupid mess she made.  STUPID TEA.]

( four. ) voice;

[skort]

Note to self: always check the Network before doing anything else. Someone please tell me I'm not the only one whose water is talking to them.

[ Kara sounds a little frazzled and, if one listens closely they can probably hear the shower running the background.

"You're not the only one whose water is talking to them." ]

I wasn't talking to you!

[ "Well, then you should've said that. It's only common decency to tell someone when you're not talking to them any more. You're a piece of work, you know that? First you flash me, now you're talking to someone else while I'm in the room... Wow."

There's a long moment of nothing but the shower running after that, followed by Kara abruptly turning the shower off.

"The shower's right you know. Flashing him was pretty rude." ]

... You know, I do have freeze breath. I could just turn the entire toilet into a big block of ice.

[ "Yeah, but how would you pee, then?" ]

I can hold it until whatever is happening is over and you're no longer sentient.

[ "How do you know the water in here hasn't always been sentient?"

There's another of those long pauses and the next noise that filters through is a strangled whimpering sound from Kara. There's footsteps, her walking out of the bathroom, and then a sigh as she sits down. ]

This better be temporary. I don't want to have to find alternative methods of getting clean. I like my hot showers.

III ■ TEXT

[sciencething.livejournal.com]

Somebody tell me that I'm not the only one who attempted to bathe before reading about the whole "conversing water" conundrum. Please.

There are times where it's fine for a man to be called a variation of "dirty." This was surely not one of them.

Video;

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

This isn't right. This really can't possibly be right. [Lyra's sitting in front of an open textbook.]

I don't really care that much about my grades, but... I'm sure I don't remember the teacher telling us anything about Southwest Phoenicia. Or even seeing it on a map before. So I looked, and guess what I found! [Lyra puts the textbook in front of the camera, showing a map of the world] Dolvania, Savoletta... I'm sure those places weren't even on the map before, but my classmates wouldn't listen to me! They told me that they were real, and that there were books about them in the library... And there were.

And then when I went to get a drink of water, it started begging me not to drink it. This is just... Something's gone very, very wrong.

Vector Prime, please tell me you know what's going on, and it's not going to end in something terrible happening.

[Locked to Sirius, James Potter, James Rogers, Lily, Bakura, Nill, and Nico]

Um... Once this all stops- and it better stop.

I... Wanted to hold a party. For Yoite, to let him meet new people. I'll send you more details once I figure things out, but... don't tell him yet, please? And tell me if you get any information on what's going on with this world's geography. Or its water.

[video] backdated about an hour

[icingkills.livejournal.com]

[Snow frames the picture in the communicator; despite the cold, November 11 is posting from outside.]

I really hate to impose, but I don't think I'll be able to stay at the MAC for a little while. I'll spare you all the details of the carnage in my apartment after I tried to make soup for lunch.

[A contemplative pause.]

Unless I decide to enter it in a modern art contest...wouldn't that be interesting?

I'm kidding. I need a place to stay. Would anyone--

[This is about where the giant tentacle of slush rises up and slaps him hard across the face.]

[video] backdated to 2pm

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

[Trowa is very careful not to let so much as a strand of his hair show on the camera, let alone any other part of himself. Instead, the view is on his kitchen. While normally spotless, it looks a bit wrecked at the moment--every last cabinet is open, as are the fridge and the pantry. On the floor are assorted boxes, a small bag of tortilla chips and a rice-pudding cup (neither of which were ever his), a loaf of bread, a partially peeled banana, and both the ring and the cap off a jug of milk. Everything has been opened in an unusually neat, careful... and human manner. Even the twist-tie to the bread-bag is carefully coiled up and resting by a lone slice lying on the tile with a few small bites out of it.]

[He doesn't sound angry, but he's very obviously talking through clenched teeth.]

Went back home this afternoon.

Aries is out of his cage again.

So build 'im one he ain't gonna get out of next time, ya floppy-haired moron!

Quiet.

Look, man, if yer rat ain't gonna be drinkin' me, do us all a favor and turn me off, huh? I got thirsty plants I could be feedin', insteada sittin' here with you babblin' on like some kinda... well, me!

[A quiet, metallic squeak, and the strange voice stops.]

He was given hands. If anyone sees him, tell me. He likes to open things.

[The camera pans a little to the left, showing a hefty pile of keys of all shapes, sizes, and colors.]

And... is trained to steal these.

VIDEO

[acahellyeah]

(Sorry in advance for the hideous, guys. There are context posts on his journal; he's been here since Tuesday!)

[ The video clicks on after a few fumbles, and there's a quiet: ]

All right good, it's recording. Hit it!

[ There's no one on screen except for a large bowl of water surrounded by several glasses filled to varying degrees. Some of the glasses now start harmonizing and there is off-screen snapping right next to the microphone. Then the bowl starts in with the beginning of a potentially familiar tune. ]( Cut for size. )

019 ♣ [video]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

[The scene flickers onto a night time landscape of the city from high above, the wind whistling sharply around as Bond comes into focus on the camera, holding it at arms length as he looks off camera and into the distance.

He's on top of an apartment complex, shoulders hunched against the biting wind as he pulls his coat collar up against his neck while puffing idly at a cigarette.]

It's been exactly a year since I showed up here. Doesn't sound like so long in the grand scale of it all but it's enough to have one being truly fed up of it all.

I've witnessed numerous attempts to escape since I've been here, almost all unsuccessful in getting us out of this place and yet… death seems to be the most successful. A lucky few out there have managed to be sent back after their public displays of demise and not return so, in my infinite wisdom, I've decided it might be worth a go.

[A long inhale has him finishing off his cigarette and flicking the glowing butt over the edge of the apartment block, while he and the comm lean over the edge to watch it flicker a path downwards.]

Perhaps we'll meet again, city. If not… It's been fun.

[A few casual footsteps and then the whole world is soaring upwards as he and the comm plummet, a barely recognisable blur of the view. The sound transmitted is only the rustle of fabric and the battering wind and then… static.]

ELEVEN: magically speaking of course [VIDEO]

[livesarock]

[zel's sitting on the floor of his apartment with a towel around his neck, still not...entirely dry, shirt kind of sticking to himself as clothes are wont to on wet flesh. he's oh so thrilled (no).]

If this whole week is some haywire curse...it's not my fault. For the record. And my magic can't fix it. So.

Yeah. This can stop any time now.

[005]

[invisiblemisfit.livejournal.com]

[text]

I hope that the water doesn't become sentient again. Or that it isn't still secretly sentient and using its silence as an opportunity to plot against us.

I think I might stay invisible when I shower from now on. At least that way I know it won't see me.

[ooc; I'm pretty sure the water thing is over now, right? If not, forward dated. I'm horrible at working out timezones.]

(no subject)

[yourentirelife.livejournal.com]

There were...a lot of patients in the ER today. Mostly for psychiatric consults. Mostly non-imports, but I'm sure not completely. Generally, complaining about hallucinations involving their water talking to them, chatting at them, berating them, arguing with them. I suppose it's good to know that it wasn't some sort of mass hallucination. LSD in the reservoir, or some sort of thing like that.

However, I really think that it's neccesary to recommend that if you or a City-native friend are talking to water, some sort of liquid, or you've suddenly grow a tail, antlers or maybe some nice hooves...well, that you follow a few simple steps before coming to the hospital, or take a non-import to the hospital.

Check the network for similar reports.

Check the news.

Ask a friend if they see it too. 

People who are in the ER will thank you for the shorter wait times.