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[scratchcatfever.livejournal.com]

[The person making the post has something of a nasal quality to his speech, and sounds very much like a New Yorker - which is strange, considering he's never been here before! Don't pay any attention to that weird yellow mark on his forehead. It's probably not important.]

[Oh, and he's also presently surrounded by, uh... caterpillars...]

Dis place is amazin'!

[He laughs contently, picking up one of the more brightly-colored ones that had been crawling over his foot and staring at it up close.]

Da Catapie I saw neva looked dis way!

Catchin' so many rare pokemon is gonna make da boss real happy. If I give 'em to him, mebbe I'll be Top Cat again, an' Jessie an' James'll get big promotions--yeah! An' den...

[He pauses, and sets the bug down for a moment, giving it a long, blank stare. Then, without warning, he freaks out and promptly bursts into tears.]

Aaaahh! Dat's right!

[Rolling over, the young man shields his eyes from the sun above and starts looking every which way, as if they might somehow suddenly pop out of a bush or drop down from the sky in a huge hot air balloon.]

Jessie! James! Don't leave Meowth alooooone!

[Seeing nothing, he drops unceremoniously back down to the ground, sitting with a soft thump sound and whining to himself, forgetting the comm unit.]

Da motto's no good wit'out you guys...

[voice]

[motherfucked]

Okay, so, network poll time.

What was the worst job you ever had?

Would you, uh, would you do it again if they paid you?

3rd Evolution - [Video]

[cunning-carrier.livejournal.com]

[Alex paces back and forth in front of the video feed, before finally calming himself. He takes a deep breath, then sits down, sliding back his hood.]

I can finally take all of this place in. I think I've acclimated enough to feel more stable, now. I tend to be standoffish with some people. I'm sorry about that.

Considering the nature of this world, the people in it, and the one causing trouble by bringing us in, I think I might as well come clean with this network. Let the other "unique" people know, so we can avoid trouble in the future. There's always the chance that someone else from my Earth could end up here, someone who knows my past. In case of that, I think it's better for you to know now, rather than hear it from someone else, later. I'll give you all full disclosure. I'll try to sum it up as best I can, both the good and bad, and you can make your judgments accordingly.

Alex Mercer was bio-technician. A man who cared about his research more than he cared about people. He helped designed a new virus, called Black-light. A quickly evolving, mutagenic retrovirus that had an incredible ability to absorb and mimic host cells. One day the military decided he was too smart for his own good, so they tried to kill him. In a rage, he broke a vial of Blacklight on purpose, dying of gunfire in the process. The infection spread quickly, transforming people into...things. Monsters, you'd probably call them. Even buildings were covered with the stuff. Manhattan became a war-zone, all the bridges cut off from the rest of civilization. A military group, Black-watch, had full permission to make martial law, and started "purging" the population.

Alex was the most unique victim, though. The virus got into his dead body directly, consuming and transforming every cell. A perfect mimicry of the host. One so good...even the virus thought it was Alex Mercer. I'm that virus. I used to think I was the real deal, and in a vengeful two weeks of bloodshed, I carved my way through platoons of soldiers, infected, government experiments, and every military weapon they could throw at me, thinking they were responsible. I stopped the main infection from spreading, eventually. Then I stopped the military from dropping a nuke on Manhattan, their attempt at covering things up and cutting their losses.

That's who I am. That's what I've done.

Do you still want someone like me to represent "heroism"?

[OOC: Sorry for making three posts in three days, but I just wanted to make sure Alex established himself well with people who might have missed him.]

2x06 || public; video

[notquiteidol.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hey, it's Spike. He appears to be sitting by a window, dressing in jeans and a blue fitted shirt. There's sun beaming directly down onto him and strangely enough, he doesn't seem ready to burst into flames. He also isn't smoking anything. Huh.]

[Voices can be heard in the background, indistinct, but there is definitely singing. Or rather, an attempt to get people to sing. It probably isn't working. Someone might be shouting.]

[He looks disheveled, a notebook balanced rather precariously on one knee, hair grown out some to expose the brown root and exactly why he slicks it back instead of letting it grow out naturally.]

Driving us all even more batty. That's the plan, isn't it? They'll just keep us all here singing and drugged to the bloody gills until we all rot. Going to burn up from the inside.

Except for me.

Don't burn anymore, ya see.

[He pauses, turning to look past the communicator and scowl a bit.]

What rhythms with twat?