04 - The Case of the Vanishing Detective Inspector

[drpsychosomatic]

 [John is sitting in his armchair, unnaturally still. Stiff, even. He looks pale. A half-finished mug of tea is balancing precariously on the edge of the coffee table.]

Unless one of Lestrade's powers involves spontaneously disappearing halfway through a cup of tea, I think he might just have been... taken home. But on the off-chance it was one of you lot doing something magic and he's around elsewhere, I thought I'd ask.

I'll check in with his work tomorrow if I don't hear from him by then, I suppose. Not sure there's much else to do. Settle up his tab at the bar.
And no, Sherlock, you can't have his badge.

[The video feed cuts abruptly.]

004 Ψ video [backdated to thursday morning]

[tridentkind]

[the feed flicks on to show feferi, standing in her room. she's livid.]

So I guess the porter wasn't satisfied with just making me human. It had to take my gills this time, too.

[she swallows hard, apparently reflexively. she looks ready to kill someone, or at least break things.]

Great.

[she takes a few breaths to try and calm herself; when it doesn't work, she just says:]

I'm back, by the way.

[and cuts the video.]

four | video

[halfwitch]

[Gretel's sitting in a small office, sulking.]

Is it really stealing if I'm taking library books? It's not my fault if I can't get a card because I don't have parental consent. That's a dumb rule anyway. I was going to bring them back. [She shifts.] Eventually.

I"m not going to get sent to jail for being a book thief am I? I think the lady at the desk said something about the law.


[ooc: Boyd's going to be helping her with this, so chronologically all threads will be after his]

Fifteenth Concept Δ Video

[backatthehotel]

( OOC cut for talking about drugs. But not how you might think. )

nineteen Ϟ video

[currentcy]

[ This breaks through whatever the current 5-something PM TV feed is, crackling in through a sea of static. Electro's face is semi-visible in otherwise darkness, illuminated mostly by the screen of his communicator (from which he's broadcasting to TV) and the sparks buzzing out of his eyes. ]

How many of us are tired of being stepped on and used by this place? I'm not talking about just us being here -- this is about the natives of the City hiding behind us to catch their crooks and fix their problems, then spitting on us when they're safe again. This is about how they blame us for problems that the Porter brings in, for problems that we solve and we pay. Is it fair? Do we blame the people of this City for bringing us here?

We pay our dues. We pay taxes. Most of us have damn citizenships! We take responsibility for the damage we do here, but I don't see them taking responsibility for our lives, for the years we lose while we're here, for the mental anguish we have to deal with going back and forth, losing our loved ones, dying and coming back afterward. We aren't asking them to, but maybe it's time!

Maybe it's time we stood up and said something.

I'm in City Hall right now. I'm here because I could be anyone -- they give us powers, right, it's time to use them. You hear me, City? They hate us and they discriminate against us because they don't respect us, but any of you can do what I'm doing. This place is mine until I decide to go. All of us, any goddamn one of us can make a difference here and all it takes is the initiative to make your voice heard. We won't take this discrimination! We won't take this hypocrisy! If they're going to draw lines, step over them and show them what they're missing on the other side! They can't have their cake and eat it to. We're people, not guns! We can think for ourselves and we can fight back.

[ He takes a breath, eyes sparking more. ]

My name is Maxwell Dillon, I'm an Import, and I'm tired of lying down. We can charge. The rest of you can charge. Send a message, because you are all powerful.

(OOC: There won't be replies from Electro because this is just a feed, but feel free to react and such!)

screw observations, bring on the overuse of html; video

[soulbonder]

Do you know what it's like to be a rice cooker? It's humiliating. Humans, rats... They aren't much different from each other. They've got legs. They can move. So it's easy to position them in a way to switch to more, ah, favorable hosts...

[monotone:] But a rice cooker is stationary. You sit there all day. You can't do nothing but steam rice, maybe burn it if people aren't paying attention. [it doesn't last, 96's voice breaks] What point is there to that when a person can MAGICALLY PRODUCE ALREADY-COOKED RICE? Why do they even own a rice cooker?! It's stupid! Stupid, inefficient!

Stupid, stupid, stupid! [he kinda... smoulders on screen for a few minutes... Then calm, eerily so.]

I have my own communicator now. [oooh, a NO.96 identification tag and everything]

al cincilea; [voice]

[latveria]

This week has been illuminating in many of my pursuits.

It may interest some of you to know that the Skrull body which was discovered by one of my Doombots is, in fact, a fraud. It was bewitched thoroughly, to the point of being indiscernible from the actual Skrull that Namor found except through magical means of investigation.

There are few creatures here I would think powerful enough to so convincingly enchant something, especially against my magics. Rest assured, Doom will not rest until they have been found. Until then, I would advise that the rest of you be wary of those around you who have show proficiency in the mystic arts.

[There's a pause as he shuffles something on his lab table.]

Redbird, an update would be appreciated.

[Private to Ghost]
You wished the cadaver.

[Private to Namor]
The week has been eventful for you as well, old friend.

[Private to Sue Storm]
Remind me again of your field of study, Doctor Storm.

(video | joint post with coils)

[ioudas]

(Cross is sitting behind a table, looking irate and his hair is in complete disarray. Suddenly a snake slithers out from his hair and he has to catch it quickly before throwing it on the table.)

I can't believe I actually have to ask this; tell me someone lost a bunch of snakes. It's not fun trying to take a bath only to realize that your tub has snakes in it. And not only that, that your hair is filled with them. This is abso--

(It's as if on cue, Timcampy;; throws up another snake in Cross' lap. Before he can grab it, another man stops him clad in only a towel but looking oh so happy. )

He's very distressed; you don't need to be so rough with him.

Never mind, I found my source (give it a minute; before the communicator turns off) -- Wait, why are you in my apartment?!

VIDEO.

[centurybaby]

[ the communicator is set on the ground, where it shows a young girl tugging on a little black trench coat, some black rain boots, black mittens, and a little black wool hat that's a bit too big for her. she has to pause to adjust it where it sags over her eyes. the pink bows in her pigtails are a special touch.

she's trying to tug on the left boot when she speaks up: ]

It'd be really cool if I could find a spaceship. Or make one, I guess. Can I even do that? Maybe if I concentrate really hard...

[ and now the right boot! ]

Fighting crime is way easier with a spaceship.

Or friends, at least.