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[arakhnes.livejournal.com]

[ it clicks onto video and for the first time ever, Jessica Drew is out of costume! except... the camera is positioned so you can only see up to her neck and is instead, focused on Chao behind her whom you can see completely. ]

Chao, what's going on? Am I supposed to feel sick? How did we...

[ Chao looks around and then checks something in her hand ]

It looks like we're only a day in the future...

[ COMMUNICATOR DROPS WITH A CLATTER and so there is a nice view of the ceiling ]

What!? Why are we in the future -- How did we get into the future!?

[ before Jess is scrambling to pick up the communicator and it only shows a shot of some Converse ]

Oh my god, you guys. I'm lost in time.

[ sent from a different communicator than her Spider-Woman one. backdated early in the afternoon right after kid transformations went down. ALSO TIME TRAVEL IS TRIPPY. JUST SAYING. ]

Voice, German;

[in-likeflynn.livejournal.com]

[ The boy on the other end of this hesitates with a quick 'um' and a mutter before beginning. He speaks, for the moment, exclusively in German. ]

Excuse me... It is not like a real phone, yes? But, still... Ah.

[ Pause. He sounds strained when he speaks again. The situation is a little overwhelming. ]

I'm not sure how I got here, but I need to be back home. That's all.

Advice would be great.

four frills ♔ [video; Japanese with subs!]

[bitchinfrills.livejournal.com]

[Hello network, this is Momoko Ryugasaki, age 7. She doesn't speak English and while the stuff in her room is pretty cool, the rest of the MAC, and surrounding city is kind of weirding her the hell out.]

People use this thing to send messages, right? Like a cell phone?

Well. My name is Momoko Ryugasaki. I am seven and I am pretty sure there should be someone taking care of me. I don't speak English, really, but if you can understand this, you're a bad person for not looking after me. I'm only a child and adults are supposed to take care of children. That's their job.

[She nods once, and then turns off the feed. Yep, that about does it.]

[video] Backdated to late yesterday afternoon.

[foreverbouncing]

[Charlie looks rather worried when she appears on the screen. She's standing in the kitchen of Oracle house, not in her costume.]

Has anyone seen, uhm...a tiny Asian girl and a tiny blonde girl? Steph and Cass, uh...kid Cass and kid Steph, I mean, they uh...

...

kinda escaped. After destroying half of steph's wardrobe, actually...I think they made costumes.

Anybody? Please? I've been looking everywhere.

( Private to Selina )

[Video]

[conceitedreaper.livejournal.com]

[Kuja is now a child. You thought he was ridiculous before. Ah, but now he doesn't really have as much control over the compulsive need for shiny and colorful things to adorn himself with, so he's been taking it easy while he adjusts to a life on his own, taking all of the pretty feathers and cloths and shiny bits and colorful beads he's come across and tying them in his hair and onto his clothes and putting them in his pockets for later. But now is not the time for games. Not anymore. With the way he's standing now, his hands on his hips as he glares adorably down at the communicator, his purple tail swishing about like an agitated cat's tail, it is obviously business-time.]

Man. Gaia is really much more of a dump than I thought it would be.

I thought it would be pretty when I got here because it looked so nice in the sky, but I guess celes... planets are cooler from far away.

Oh well, when it's part of Terra it will be beautiful again, so you don't have to worry about that. I'm here to fix it! Though... I don't think I'm grown up enough yet... Unless Garland thinks so. Maybe I am.

[Ah, to be young and self-confident. The little world-destroyer doesn't have enough power now to do much more than destroy the calm, but that won't stop him from trying. After all, he was told this was his purpose, so he must be good at it.]

[video]

[comesback.livejournal.com]

[Look, folks, it's a certain Captain on the video, back in la casa de TARDIS. He gives the camera a little wave, and then starts speaking, a tad on the serious side.]

Helluva time to come back to the City, but it looks like we're needed. So, if you need help, finding someone or keeping an eye on someone, or whatever, lemme know, alright?

If anything I can entertain people with boxes of floaty pens.

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[dupable.livejournal.com]

( OOC cut for John's blue font stuff )

Voice;

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

All right, so.... I helped some of the older kids set up a neighborhood watch. Hopefully we won't have some maniac going [and here Lyra makes her voice a little bit deeper and raspier.] 'Hahaha I did this, and now that you're all vulnerable I'm going to TAKE OVER THE CITY!'

Because I'm going to hit the person who says that. I've been running around making sure other kids can take care of themselves.

Toph, Vivi, Sirius, Bobbi, Beatrice, Dick, Robin, everyone else... Are all of you all right? And if anyone needs food or a place to sleep or explanations, I'll help you. I've gotten a lot of help here, so it's only right that I give some back.

video

[daft_old_man]

[Oh, you know you've all missed this face and that bow tie! Luckily he's here to save EVERYONE! Look, he even has a Stetson 'cause everyone knows heroes wear Stetsons!]

Right, I need information and a child in no particular order. Oh! and possibly the direct line of someone in charge.

[Just in case that sounds weird to some people he gives a friendly smile]

I'm the Doctor and it just so happens that this sort of thing happens to me all the time.

...

Well, most the time. Except for the whole turning into children bit. That's a new one for sure.

Also, Rory, did you redecorate? I was fairly certain this was the living room.

[He is, in fact, in the bathroom sitting on the sink BECAUSE WHERE ELSE WOULD ONE SIT IN A TIME LIKE THIS?]

☠ three

[disillusionists.livejournal.com]

( BEAUTIFUL ROSE FONT you know dat font )

[ it clicks onto voice after this, and the voice of a rather quiet, smooth-sounding thirteen year-old girl speaks up. she seems unphased by everything and her tone is gentle, but it's obvious she shouldn't be underestimated ]

For those who find themselves confused and unsure of how they ended up here -- kids especially, don't worry. If you can list your name and age, that would be helpful.

[ then it clicks off completely ]

[video]

[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

[It's Luck Gandor, fifteen years old and still dressing in a suit and tie, making a very serious and cool-eyed face at the communicator and speaking in the measured tones of someone more mature than his actual years.]

I would like to speak to someone from the Daily Days newspaper office, if anyone from there is still here.

If they're not, I'd like to talk to any other adults who've noticed that there's something wrong with this place and intend to do something about it.

I'm willing to pay for information, if necessary.

eleven. voice.

[growsdarker]

The very first thing you should know is that your pets are dead.

[Katurian's voice is an unfortunate cracking middle schooler's, but his usual morbid glee is unmistakable.]

Probably dead. Most-likely dead. Unless we're talking about parrots that can live for a hundred years and whatnot, but I'm betting most people have cats and dogs and gerbils. Did you know that something like fifty million people die every year? If you're thirteen years in the future like I am, think about how six and a half hundred million people have died since. There are car accidents and heart disease and freak accidents like swallowing glass from cracked plates and murders and suicides and murder-suicides. There are six and a half hundred million ways to go. Or more.

Do you figure any of them are people we know?

[Light, sing-song:]

Welcome to the future.

( private to stein )

[video]

[girlverine]

[X-23 had done the best she could to avoid people and the network since she'd found herself in the city...aside from playing an odd sort of game of tag with a small Asian girl who was at least as good a fighter as she was, anyway. She couldn't remember what mission the Facility had sent her on that brought her here, but whatever it was, she had obviously missed her retrieval. But she couldn't find any directions or methods of returning to the facility, so she had tried waiting.]

[And waiting wasn't working either, frankly. All this was made more confusing by these strange, occasional memories she'd get of places in the city that she recognized, even if she was sure she'd never been there. So she finally turned to the network. She's standing in a relatively shadowed alleyway, but she's visible enough to be recognized as a younger version of herself, dressed in a black leather one-piece body suit, her hair loose. Her hand not holding the phone flexes nervously, two claws popping out and back in over and over, smaller than her usual pair. Her green eyes are narrowed.]

This is X-23 attempting to contact any Facility agents within the city. Security pass X74HGT. I have missed my retrieval and have heard no signs of Facility activity in the last thirty-six hours. If you can acknowledge I am prepared for a second retrieval.

I do not know if the mission I was sent here for was successful. I require another briefing.

That is all.

[Another few seconds and she turned the phone off again.]

dave: um what are you doing exactly [video]

[hardonic.livejournal.com]

[the feed clicks on to... a roof. somewhere. a roof you may or may not recognize. (hint: mac building roof. holla!)

the camera pans back and forth briefly before studying the very... very... long drop between the building he's on and the building across the street before dave turns it back towards himself.]

So is it just me or is this dump seriously lacking a cadre of ironic rapping roof ninjas? I mean, you guys got the best fucking one here, so yeah, that notwithstanding, but jegus shit, aren't you guys like supposed to be saving shit up here? Well, either that or brooding on an offwhite page with film noir inkgasms all over the fucking place. For christ's sake, at least that would be normal, if cliché.

[dave pauses, then peers over the edge of the roof, then back at the camera.]

I'm dropping shit off here, if you're wondering why a übermensch like me is chillin' stratoslevel. I've got... [swerves the camera around] Eggs, bologna, three quarters, two watermelons, Ballpark franks, rotten tomatoes, strawberry Gushers, and half a pound of Tuna Helper. Ladies and gents... Welcome to Strider's Will It Bounce?. [...] Personally putting my money on the weiners. Always do.

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[psychic-cynic.livejournal.com]

[A somewhat shabbily dressed boy no older than nine years old appears on the screen, looking distinctly unimpressed with his current circumstances.]

Alright, so. I know this is the City and all that rot, but blimey, everything's so big in this flat that's supposed to be mine.

[To emphasize his point, he holds up one of the t-shirts he found hanging in his closet. It hangs past his knees.]

This thing's long enough to be some bird's jumper and it smells like cigarettes. It's bloody rank. And while we're talking about what's mine...where's Vera Lynn?

[His expression darkens.]

If anyone hurt my sister, they're gonna regret it. I've never let anyone get away with hurting her and I'm not starting now.