SEVENTEEN :: [Voice]

[superspeeds]

[There's some interference, the signal seems a little fuzzy. In the background Angelica can be heard talking to something. She's saying something along the lines of "It's okay baby, we'll be moving soon" to a response of animal noises. Pietro sighs heavily into the comm.]

Public Transportation, while somewhat effectual and surely a vast improvement to the living conditions of the lower class in the twentieth century, has dissolved into a cesspool of filth and impropriety rarely seen in the civilized world. Further the local governments seem unwilling to update train station facilities, or even clean them. It's deplorable, irresponsible and frankly, quite disgusting.

I don't know how most of you put up with it.

[There's a static-y noise and then an automated recording comes on "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are being held momentarily by the Trains' Dispatcher. We apologize for any inconvenience.".]

And then they trap you underground so you cannot even hope to escape the grime and disease that doubtlessly cakes every surface of the car. All of this for a cat.

[He sighs again and then cuts the feed.]

fourth paperclip; video

[humanjuicebox.livejournal.com]

[Close-up of a large white cake with blue lettering. Doesn't it look delicious? It says in careful hand "#1 Boss Michael Sco." They ran out of room... Oh wait but there is tilting of the cake and "TT" is down the side. Classy.

The webcam shakily pans out to Michael who puts his hands on his hips.] Erin, was this you? You shouldn't have. I didn't even remember... What day is it again?

[She giggles from behind the camera.] Bosses Day, Michael! Don't you remember? You made me circle it in red marker on your calendar and draw the stars and rocket ships around it?

[She turns the camera on herself] I didn't do a very good job. He said the rocket ships looked like penises.

[Michael just blinks....]

Anyway, you should sing because it's your day!

[She turns the camera back around to him.] You really think I should? Well, okay. [Michael clears his throat and then begins to sing - to the tune of happy birthday] Happy Bosses Day to me, Happy Bosses Day to meeee... Happy Bosses Day to me. The best boss ever.

Erin even got me a mug that says so.

[The camera pans to the mug and she zooms in, then whispers,] That mug was already here when I started this job.


*Michael
**Erin

Private to Dave Strider | Backdated to the fifteenth | Text

[caprihorn]

( Cut for troll text, but this is also going to devolve into something awful, so this is your only warning to stay far away from this. )

003 Video

[foxtrot-mi-ho.livejournal.com]

[When the video clicks on, there is a barrage of noise. Mi Ho seems to be sitting in a dingy restaurant kitchen, next to a giant dishwasher. At her feet are tons of grill covers from the Korean Grill House in who's kitchen she is currently sitting. She seems to have found new clothes (they gave her a uniform) and is wearing an apron which has grease marks from the grills all over it. A very cute grease mark runs right across her nose. Her eyes are twinkling and she's grinning at the comm, speaking in a hushed voice.]

I did it! I got a job and everything~ All I have to do is sit here and clean these grills!

I get a whole 50 cents per grill!

They even sometimes give me cow <3

[She shimmies happily.]

I know it's not being a hero or anything, but this is maybe a little more human, right?

[Accidental Video]

[kings_thief]

[ When the video cuts on, it's obvious the device is in someone's lap and it's not supposed to be on. From the scenery in the background, someone who is paying attention would be able to see the video is being broadcast from a tree in one of the parks.

The owner of the device can be seen inspecting a kind of flute that he keeps turning over in his hands. Finally, after a moment, he brings it to his mouth and begins to play a slow melody, very unaware he has an audience.

Locke has found a Pan flute and has decided to see how rusty his skills are. Feel free to listen to him or interrupt him if you don't like flute music.]

slide 001 ☣ audio

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

[This is simple, crackly audio. Almost as if Dexter doesn't know everyone can hear him, though in truth, he's hyper-aware.]

I would click my heels together, if I had the ruby slippers. But I'm a size ten-and-a-half so I'm almost certain they wouldn't fit. Unless Dorothy had a secret.

We all have secrets though, don't we? And I don't mean this. [the distinct jingling of dogtags and a world-suffering sigh.]

I may as well live up to the cliche and tell you that this isn't anything like Miami circa 2009. You know most Florida natives would need a parka for weather like this; I'm just glad I got dumped here in a shirt I kind of like.

You could say I have a certain routine, but nothing shatters ritual quite like kidnapping via wormhole. [He pauses, deliberately hesitant, just another lamb up for his turn at slaughter.] So what's next? The timid textile-worker transforms to reveal the anonymous antihero? Last time I checked, vigilantism was frowned on by local law-enforcement.

Then again, I've never been to New York.

[voice]

[deadthenred]

Halloween's coming up and I was itchin' to ask if people who wear masks every day still got a thrill from wearing a costume.

But then I got a better idea.

Help me decide what Subby oughta dress up as. Maybe something that'd bring out his eyebrows.

five ✶ video → voice

[identical]

[ the video feed opens on a pair of brightly colored, mismatched socks, one blue and polka-dotted, the other pink and stripped. the view spins suddenly and rests on gwen who looks tired. ]

Wait, shit, that’s not what I—

[ the feed cuts and then comes back a moment later as voice, though it’s muffled. gwen’s got her hand over the mic. ]

Do you want me to just say it or is there something you wanted to do or whatever?

[ there’s Jess’ voice and she doesn’t sound as chipper as she normally does. instead, kind of hoarse and obviously bordering upset. her accent’s thick. ]

N-no, you can say it.

Okay... [ there’s some slight rustling and then gwen clears her throat awkwardly. ] So, uh. I’ve got some news. It’s kinda bad, I guess? I don’t know. But... Jo—

-- No, no, no, I want to say it. I’ll say it. [ a quivery beat ] Um. We can’t find Johnny. Er... Johnny Storm. Tall, blonde hair... If anyone’s --

If you’ve seen him, let us know. Otherwise... I guess that means he’s gone home, right? [ a slight awkward pause, then gwen sighs. ] Just... if you see him, tell him to stop by my — Gwen’s — place to pick up his stupid comm.

Or -- or just... tell him to get a hold of me. [ she kind of adds it on at the last second and then falls silent with a sniffle. then the feed clicks off for good. ]