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[hacktivist]

[the camera feed cuts in on a room half in shadow, lit by a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. On the wall behind Ghost are newspaper clippings, a lost dog poster, several missing kids posters, and numerous sticky notes on papers, penned with brief messages like "WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?" and "GLOBAL FINANCIAL INSTABILITY" and "1.2 MILLIGRAMS PER LITER". There are also pictures of Spider-Man, Iron Man, and various ImPorts - either screencapped from video posts, clipped from the paper or TV appearances. In fact, Iron Man features in a suspiciously high number of these, circled in red and connected to various shadowy pictures, insignias and symbols.]

Hhhhh. You can be in too deep before you realize it. Clumsy questioning, alert the wrong people, end up dead. Like Mr. Blake. And they rig your car to explode, or your apartment.

Murder on their minds. Unsolvable crimes.

Truth and roses.

[Ghost looks at the camera, more hideously filthy than ever--weeks of not bathing and various small skirmishes contribute to his grime-streaked, ratty appearance.]

It's like burning ozone, it lingers. Like Kree bodyparts at Area 51, like all the chemical planet rapists, like--

[he cants his head up as a pitched domestic dispute erupts somewhere above, to the left of his hideyhole. Sirens are distantly audible, and a barking dog adds to the chorus moments later. Like Urban Despair, the EP or something. Listening to the muffled argument reminds him of something, and he looks back to the comm again.]

Ever curious about why muggings keep happening so often in a city full of meta-human heroes? I'll tell you.

They're the symptom. And the disease is the society we live in. Until the gospel of the goodness of greed is repealed, until the have-nots finally start having, until hope and autonomy are restored from every city spire to every rain-slick gutter...

You'll have muggers to punch on a weekly basis.

18th Memo- Message from the D.O.I.- [Voice]

[maggotbone]

Callie Maggotbone here just passing out a general safety notion to you imPorts out in The City. Several deaths have been reported, if you've been checking the network. While the D.O.I. is specifically concerned with relations within the imPort community, I'm just going to say yeah. Everyone start acting a tad more cautious. I mean, that's kind of a give-in. Honestly, a little idiotic that I have to say it.

Any leads or suspicious behavior report it to the proper authorities.


( Private to Hellboy and Hellion )

( Private to Bauer )

003 -- text;

[pilfered]

if anyone is keeping track of those recently murdered, add julian sark to your list.

ooc | all replies from eames will be text without exception.

005 [Video] Charity Dating and Stuff

[hellionated]

I'm hearing a lot about the Charity Ball this weekend. Anyone gonna put themselves up for that?

Filtered to Sofia

( For Beautiful People )

End Filter

DATE AUCTION!

[latebreaking.livejournal.com]

Don't worry imPort citizens, my appearance on the comms is not related to anything bad or tragic. In fact, this is pretty good! [DASHINGLY HANDSOME YOUNG ANCHOR BART CLINTON gives the camera a well-practiced smile, and he professionally shuffles papers in front of him before continuing, placing said papers down and folding his hands.] I've been hired by your very own Miss Sally Jupiter to help run this City's second Date Auction. Seeing as Miss Jupiter will be in this auction, I have been convinced to keep track of all the bids.

[he says these following rules in a made-for-tv-tone though it pops up on the greenscreen behind him.]

Here's how the auction will be run:♥ Bids must be submitted in this format: (Your Name): ($ Amount) for (Person's Name)
♥ All bidders must be 18+
♥ Those that are nominated are also free to bid on anyone in this auction.
♥ All bids will be screened; you will not know who you are bidding against!
♥ You may bid for anyone you want and for as many people as you want, as long as it is within your means.
♥ Bids will be updated here, so check back to see if your offer is still the top bid!
♥ You must bid in increments of at least $10
♥ This auction will end at 11:00pm EST on Friday the 23rd.
♥ PLEASE DIRECT BIDS TO THIS POST!!!!
♥ It appears as though we're having some...technical difficulties. Please refer to THIS POST to keep track of the bidding numbers. We apologize for this inconvenience!

I, Bart Clinton, your local newsman, wish you the best of luck! Remember, this is all for the sake of charity, so in the end everyone's a winner! [a pause, and he looks through the paperwork in front of him.] …is that really a squirrel?-----

( Read more... )

OOC : DUE TO LJ BEING A LITTLE SNOT, THE BIDDING NUMBERS WILL BE UPDATED HERE. this is just for show now. please focus all your bidding attention on THIS POST RIGHT HERE. the numbers will be updated there only.

5th piece ♔ voice

[oxfordian]

[ Charles is sounding quite impressed when he clicks on his communicator, and he's chuckling with each of his words in his own amusement. ] Ah, it appears I am much more popular than I'd previously imagined —

This auction seems to be doing quite well.

I cannot say I'm not flattered! [ Charles lets out a bit of a hum before he's speaking again, and it's almost as if you can hear the smirk in the way the Englishman forms his words. ]

Whomever is successful in bidding upon me will most certainly not regret it.

[ A final soft laugh, and a click. ]

[VIDEO]

[mindyourhealth.livejournal.com]

[WHAT? WHAT? WHO IS THIS ON YOUR COMMUNICATORS? Why, it is the Mother of squirrels herself! Standing in a kitchen, handpaws on her hips. And boy, does she look fit to be tied.]

I did not sign up for that auction. I would not leave Father Squirrel, even if he is not here.

[She holds her head up high.]

But if I am in it, I shall take responsibility for myself. That is the proper thing to do.

[The camera is turned to a neatly-decorated table spread with all kinds of cakes, pastries, baked potatoes, salads, home-made bread, casseroles, candied nuts, and so on. There's even a meat dish, though she seems to be eyeing it with a minor amount of distaste.]

I will not return romantic gestures. I am married, and a mother. [And you are all humans! She can't say that, though. It'd be rude.] That would be wrong.

If a person bids for one of these dates with me, I will treat the winner to a fine, healthy dinner and--[She has to think. What else do modern people do? She's still not sure, so she picks up something she remembers her children enjoying.]--a picture show. They will not have to cook or clean. I will do all of that myself.

That is a fair prize, I think.

[voice] [ Filtered away from Jason Todd and Jessica Wakfield.]

[girlverine]

[There is a pause before Laura starts speaking. Her voice is tinged with a rather obvious irritation.]

I need to know what people can tell me about this man.

[A Link is included to Jason Todd's first post.]

It is somewhat urgent. How dangerous is he?

[Filtered to Tom Bronson.]

...I have to go to the Ball.

3rd Chapter. Video

[owninvention.livejournal.com]

[Someone hasn't learned how to make conversations private...]

Hey, Goldie. Can I talk to you about this ball?

second pattern Ⓔ video

[supersuits.livejournal.com]

[The video turns on to reveal Edna surrounded by a rack of clothing that appears to hold a number of impressive gowns, along with several dress forms featuring projects in various states of completion. There are also several photos on the wall, several of brides and several that appear to be from an award show that took place in the past week. It's apparent that she's been keeping herself quite busy since her arrival in the City.]

Hello, darlings. I do not know about the rest of you, but I am absolutely beside myself with excitement for this charity ball. If anyone is in need of formal wear for the event, do not hesitate to ask! I am always more than happy to do whatever I can to support our local heroes; this is really the least I could do.

On that note, if any of you dears wish to bid on someone in the auction, particularly the lovely women up for bid, I may be willing to... provide some assistance. I am always willing to give up some of the money I have earned over the last couple of weeks here for a worthy cause.

ix ✘ video

[xuffasch]

_{( encrypted | brevipennate )}

Hey. Do you have a minute?

Mirror - To Remus - NOT A COMM POST, PRIVATE!

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

Hullo, Moony. Apparently the time has come to tell Andromeda about us. ...Merlin, I'm at $150 already... Good God, $10,000 for Selina!? Popularity contests for charity, only in America.

[video]

[superspeedbjs]

[This is quite possibly the angriest anyone has ever seen the Pro. The video just shows her face.

She's also crying at the same time. And is soaked from something other other.]

Hey, asshole! You shitlicking, limp-dicked, scumsucking son of a bitch, I'm going to fucking kill you. When I find you, I'm gonna rip your cock off and make you eat it. And tear you in half, then tear those pieces into smaller pieces and light them on fire. And put them in acid. And throw them into space.

And, and- [And here she just dissolves into tears. The camera shifts in her hand, showing that she's cradling the wet, burned, and very dead body of Electro.]

Goddamnit, Max. Not you, too.

[Then she notices the camera is still on.]

I need a cop. Cops. At [location]. Shit, this isn't fair.

Newspost Backdated to September 19th

[plays_with_dolls]

This is Richard Kern with breaking news.

[Behind the anchor images of SWAT troopers, FBI agents and helicopters play. All of them at some sort of industrial facility.]

Last night FBI, New Jersey State Troopers, and Newark SWAT responded to a tip about a terrorist attack at the local Wilshire Chemical Plant. On arrival they found several heavily armed men and immediately arrested them without any casualties. A search revealed bombs had been planted all over the plant, enough according to the FBI to destroy the entire facility. Thankfully the bombs were successfully disabled and removed and the plant is working at full capacity today.

[The camera cuts away from the anchor to show footage of the bombs, clearly high tech and professionally assembled.]

The reasons for the attack are unknown. What is known is that the men arrested have been identified as employees of Global Protection Services, a private military corporation based in the city and owned by an Import, Boyd Langton, who also owns the Rossum Corporation.

[A picture of Boyd from some sort of company brochure is flashed on the screen.]

It is not known at this time if the men were working under orders from GPS, Mr. Langton, or some other party. The FBI says they will know more after they have finished their interrogations of the terrorists and they have not ruled out anyone yet.

Please stay with us as we bring you up to minute details on this disturbing attack.

voice;

[zarteblume.livejournal.com]

um,

[ ... silence. she needs to think about how to word this. ]

Ladd?

Come home. Please. I'm worried an-- [ her voice catches there and she doesn't finish. ]

✞ 004 - audio

[deadbeatspirit.livejournal.com]

[the audio feed clicks on, and Spirit's voice comes through, low and hurried. He sounds rather stressed]

Hello? If anyone can hear me, this is a call for help. Or, barring that, my Last Will and Testament. I'm in--[there's some sounds of fumbling and feedback from holding the microphone too close to his face] Oh hell, somewhere in the desert. Nevada. Send somebody--the police, the fire squad, a goddamn superhero, anybody--before the madman driving this car kills us both.

[a car horn blares in the background and Spirit shrieks like a little girl] Goddamnit, Stein, stay on your side of the road!

[a monotone voice can be heard faintly in the background:] I had plenty of room to pass, stop acting like a little kid.

Do you even know what double yellow lines MEAN? [Spirit retorts. Another car horn and a distinctly unhappy yelling voice pass by again. Spirit lets out a small sob.]

Jesus, I'm going to die here.

[video]

[sunburnthair.livejournal.com]

[Draco comes on screen and he's remarkably paler than usual, wide eyed, looks like he's probably puked a little in his mouth. He's terrified, is what I'm saying. He says in a really small, quavering voice:]

Help. Uh...I don't know how to reach the pole-ice and--And--

Some-someone's dead.




[He's found Bellatrix dead, but he's wary enough not to say publicly just who...]

003 RETURN [Voice]

[willkissawookie.livejournal.com]

[At first there's just the sound of metal clinking against metal, a chain against a more solid piece, but soon enough she speaks.]

I'm not entirely sure how I've been transported here, but--- [And then hey memories start coming back in one fell swoop. Oh wait, this is the City. Oh wait, people know her. OH WAIT SHE'S BASICALLY NAKED.]

Han, get to the MAC immediately.

[Before, quietly:] And bring a coat.

~102 [ voice ]

[meowminx]

Eleven million for a date with little ol' me. Can't say I expected bidding to go even higher than last time.

[ She doesn't exactly sound thrilled, though. ]

As nice as it is to feel wanted, I'm actually a bit more concerned about the rampant string of murders at the moment. Does anyone have any idea what the hell's going on yet?

[ She hesitates, then disconnects. ]

Video in teal | Dated to earlier this afternoon

[caprihorn]

[Nothing but a black empty room is on screen for about five seconds.

Then the view switches to a toothy yet thin smile. The scars, the small amount of purple blood trickling down from the mouth, and the white makeup against gray skin are more than enough to tell that it's Gamzee.

Gamzee who is now opening his mouth and saying in what would be a joyful tone if not for the biting hiss in it:]

You motherfuckin' know what's at being wicked funny? _{Motherfuckers who think they can get at touching what's at being close to your ownself without getting at paying.} Them same motherfuckers are easy to motherfuckin' all a joke played on them, though.

[The view zooms out as Gamzee moves, there's flecks of teal on his hand.]

_{Mostly because they think they're on knowing all of what's up at with the world and it turns out they're not in knowing what wicked shit they're needing.}

She should motherfuckin' have gotten in at her thinkpan how not to fall at tricks, but she did.

( This is the bloody bit. )

Next motherfucker who gets at attacking Eridan gets motherfuckin' worse than this wicked shit.

[OOC: Gamzee's going to be gone before anyone gets there and Terezi will live thanks to Tavros and company.]

Second Edition || Video

[allucinator]

[He scowls darkly at the camera.]

Guess who's back. Miss me?