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_{( As the feed begins, a rather alarmed and frightened-looking Damian. He’s fumbling with the communicator a bit, and keeps looking back over his shoulder. )}

Ah, hello? I’m sorry to bother everyone, but I’m having a bit of an emergency, and it would be great if—

There you are, you little—!

_{( The words are cut short as a second Robin drops down from a nearby tree, knocking the first down. The communicator rolls away in the scuffle, but the camera is still facing the two boys as they tussle. The second Robin—the scowling one—manages to pin the other, who looks increasingly frightened. )}

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, whatever I did, I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!

Stop it! Stop saying things like that in my voice! It’s disgusting.

_{( Though the first, more timid Damian isn’t fighting back much, he is surprisingly agile and manages to leap away just as the other is grabbing a rope to bind him. He continues running and snatches up the communicator. )}

Is anyone there? Batman, I could really use some help here! …Mama? Anyone…?

Get back here! Get back in your stupid box and shut up!

No! I’m nice, not stupid.

<sub>( Here there is another—rather vicious—tussle, with the timid Damian letting out a few yelps until finally the feed statics out.

So, Damian found an Ethicator and may have played with the good toggle a bit too much. Any responses will be delayed icly for random intervals—ten minutes, half an hour, etc. You may specify if you’d like to speak to good!Damian or regular!Damian or both as they fight over the communicator. Both are in Robin costume for the purposes of this post. And in case it wasn’t obvious, normal type is good!Damian and italics are regular!Damian. )</sub>

How Can You Be in Two Places at Once When You're Not Anywhere at All?

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

[A series of posts go up as time goes by. Because we're limited to one per character every 24 hours OOCly, however, just assume that each set of line breaks is a new one put up throughout the day.]

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[7:15 AM - PRIVATE - APHRODITE]
I should have asked you for help earlier than I did. Thank you.

[7:15 AM - PRIVATE - QUATRE]
Be careful in the garage. Some boxes seem unstable. One fell over. There's nothing in it, though. I'll come re-arrange them after work. Should be out by four.
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[9 AM - PRIVATE - BAKURA]
Where are you?
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[11 AM - PRIVATE - SQUALL]
I have a proposal to make.
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[11:30 AM - PRIVATE - QUATRE]
Nothing unusual to report. Coming home early from work.
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[12:00 PM - PUBLIC]
There will be a show in Astoria Park in thirty minutes. Attendance is free.
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[1:45 PM - PRIVATE - QUATRE]
Busy all day. Will be late coming back.
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[2:40 PM - PRIVATE - TERRA]
I need to speak with you.
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[3:30 PM - PUBLIC]
It was difficult choosing a new path for this life in the City. But I believe I have finally discovered the right one.



[[Zevran, Selina, Jaime -- he'll run into you three in the open log to be put up later.]]

[12 / Dick's comm] - backdated to yesterday

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

[Have Dick in a loose T-shirt, standing in the middle of what seems to be the main living area of an extremely poorly furnished apartment. There’s a large and obvious hole in the wall above the sofa, and the remains of a shattered and badly mangled lamp strewn across the cushions. Oh dear.]

I'm in need of some objective thoughts on the school system from anybody falling into the kid-leaning masses. Academics, college track, that kind of thing. Healthy socialization. Anything.

[...POTENTIALLY SHIFTY PAUSE. While he runs a hand through that artfully mussed hair.]

-And maybe also where imports tend to fit in best.




( [text encrypted to Damian Wayne] )

( [video + text encrypted to Lyra Silvertongue] )

( [text encrypted to Stephanie Brown] )

black communicator | voice

[simplyteasing.livejournal.com]

--I have been watching some of you, as of late. _{[ A beat. ]} I assure you my aim isn't to frighten or to impede on your personal lives -- I am a gentleman, after all.

_{[ He sounds amused. ]}

You may have noticed my presence, and you may have not. I will not begrudge any of you your more than warranted anger at what some may call an invasion of privacy, for even I would feel the same were it myself on the receiving end of such a thing. It's only natural.

_{[ Another beat. ]}

I will not apologize, however. The fact of the matter -- or, I should say, the reality of it -- is that your lives are rather interesting, and I am very, very bored.

_{[ He seems to be considering something, and then--]}

--Thank you for the suggestion, Gamzee. _{[ He chuckles. ]} Our talks have been rather...illuminating.

[Video] :3

[superspeedbjs]

[The Pro has found one of those duplicatorr boxes. She points the camera at it, and pokes it with a toe. She'd think it was a kid's toy except that it's on a rooftop.

Well, there are kid superheroes here, so...]

Some kid lose a toy? Looks like something I woulda dreamed up when I was little, if I'd had the time. [She's just. Looking down at it amusedly.]

Might as well give it a try, huh?

[The comm is set down on the rooftop. And the view is...what? Is this the Pro climbing into a box? Is this the Pro climbing into a box, then fumbling on top for where the button is? And then pressing the button? Why yes, yes it is.

And suddenly, two Pros. Pro goes in, two come falling out. You can't explain that.]

Whuh- What the FUCK?!

5 ♔ voice | filtered from tyler durden

[herturn.livejournal.com]

[BACKDATED TO A COUPLE OF NIGHTS AGO. There's a tiny dog barking in the background. Nina hushes a quick little ssh at it before speaking, as meek as ever.]

Has anyone seen Terry? [a beat.] Terry Ward.

[video]

[paints_lanterns]

[The video clicks on to show stars. Lots and lots of stars, going by rather quickly. There's also some rather poorly conceived planets passing as well, a green Saturn with bright blue rings, two meteors spinning around each other, a half a dozen plutos, it's all very strange and very wrong. There's also a thumb in the corner of the screen.]

Uhm. Uhm...uhm...

[The camera turns to show Rapunzel, looking rather panicked really. Pascal is sitting on her shoulder, eyes closed, curled up to make himself as small as possible and hiding himself with her hair. Rapunzel is apparently sitting in a cardboard box that is racing through the heavens. On the side the word 'Duplicator' has been crossed out in marker and 'Rocket Ship' scrawled back on. Also you know it's a spaceship because the top is up instead of down. Her hair is streaming out behind the ship like a seventy foot long curtain, waving and billowing as she flies. Yes, she's in space. No, there's no bubble on the ship but somehow she can breath, it's all rather odd, really. Behind her the Earth is shrinking away in the distance.]

I, uhm. I'm not, not really sure what happened, really, I stepped in this box, I...I don't even know why! And then, and then it just...woosh!

[She makes a little sort of gesture with her hand mimicing flying.]

And now we're, I don't even know! In space? It's really very strange. I don't know where I'm going but the earth is really very far away now. And I...oh, what's that?

[She turns the camera back around as a perfect red sphere appears in the distance. Faster and faster it approaches, getting bigger and bigger. It's covered in red craters. It really is approaching very fast.]

Pascal we're going to crash!

[The camera shifts as Rapunzel ducks down into the box more, and the camera shows the edge of the box and the planet. The box races towards it, and then just before it reaches the ground it shifts and coasts to a land on the red sand and rock. After a long, long few moments of silence, Rapunzel ducks her head back up to peer around. In the distance there is a red rock, a big bigger than a child, and for a split second a tiny green alien can be seen peering out before it ducks away and is gone.]

Uhm.

[She stands up in the box and looks at her phone, then around, then back at her phone. Her eyes are the size of dinner plates. Slowly, tentatively, she steps out of the box and onto the dirt ground, wiggling her toes. Huh.]

I...uhm.

....

I think I'm on another planet.

[video]

[a_relative_hero]

Okay! This is not good!

[Houston looks a bit panicked. Before he can say anything else, there's a roar from off camera and the image blurs. When it settles, the camera is pointed at what appears to be a mountain lion that just pounced on the spot where Houston was. The camera turns to focus on Houston again.]

There is a LION trying to eat me! I found this water gun thing. [He holds up what looks like a water pistol. He opens his mouth to say something else but glances up instead and the camera blurs once more.]

Okay! Seriously, I just used this thing on a rock and now there's a lion trying to eat me! Who leaves a toy that turns rocks into lions around the middle of a park for anyone to find?! And how do I deal with an angry lion?

video...AND BLAME...SO MUCH BLAME!!!

[amoral_savior]

[This number is familiar to those in the know, however, this face is not the one people normally see. It's not the cute baby face either. There are small growls in between the words.]


You know what this is? I'll tell you what it's NOT, it's NOT A TIGER. Nor is it anything remotely cool like that box said on the side.

SOMEONE WILL PAY! SAY GOODBYE TO WHATEVER BRAINS YOU HAVE BECAUSE THEY WILL BE GONE!


[How is he even recording without thumbs? Oh, thank god for technopathy]

[text] 006 - we're not going through clouds!

[fliesacomet260.livejournal.com]

- Private Text to James Potter -

Hey. Do you want to go see a movie? My treat. I'll even buy the popcorn and all the sweets we can eat.

Voice;

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

So apparently things are never, ever going to calm down around here again... Although at least we got a bit of time to recover. What's going to happen to all those people who attacked us? What they did was wrong, but I dunno how we could punish all of 'em.

[Locked to Awesome Base, plus Morimura]

Everyone, I've invited someone else to stay at the house. His name's Sakuya Morimura, and I think he's from Nippon.

Also, the institute's having a dance next month, if any of you want to go. And what does everyone want to eat?

[Locked to Dick and Jade]

Do you two want to train together with me sometime this week? I need to introduce you to each other, anyway.

I'M MAKING BIG BALLS PHONE CALLS

[grenadeball.livejournal.com]

one time calvin coolidge was told by someone that they bet a friend they could get him to say more than three words

then he opened his mouth and the eldritch horrors that escaped from it destroyed their soul

more important information: pretty much every ancient story of love and romance is creepy underage shit, if not also incestual

romeo and juliet, a story from the bard of love and tragedy, ecstasy and regret, and oh wait an 18 year old dude, maybe older, straight up slamming his dong into some thirteen year old girl

let us spread this across high schools on this great nation, they gotta hear about this

the moral: fuck your elders, they did some creepy and awful things, possibly also oppressive

good and great, good and great, awful blood cunt piss shit suck, i fucking hate black licorice candy and those stupid ass lemonade booze and watermelon booze and bubblegum booze and soda booze and fuck every 17 year old with a fake id who can't suck it up and drink a real shitty beer and decides to inject four loko into their cock

boner titties boner titties boner titties i am a mature adult boner titties lot screwed his daughters after his wife was turned to salt that's fucked up titties

✪ 006 (video)

[trickier.livejournal.com]

[The feed turns on to show James, hair slicked back and still in his police uniform, staring into the camera with a puzzled expression.]

Okay, so last thing I remember yesterday was the seventeenth of November, 2010, and it's obviously nowhere near that now. I can guess what happened there, Porter shenanigans and all that. I don't even know if I should bother asking what I've all missed. But, more importantly....

[He flips the communicator so instead it shows a room with a worktable that's cluttered with brooms and odd trinkets, but lacks his trademark toys and prank stuff.]

What happened to my workshop? I do have a clue— hello Sirius — but I'd like to know where my stuff is.