✞ || FIFTEEN || [video] - Backdated to an hour post-sunset

[unetrustworthy]

[The sound of sporadic fireworks can be heard in the background as Midii's face appears, hands tightly covering her ears.  The poor girl's eyes are red, voice quivering when she speaks.  She appears to be huddled beneath an outdoor table, knees pulled up to her chest.]

I thought your American Independence Day was not until tomorrow, yet people have been setting these fireworks off since--

[Another explosion in the sky, loud enough to cause her to visibly jump, letting out a small yelp.  She looks close to tears.]

Is there some place I can go where I will not hear them?

27th Lie [Video]

[plays_with_dolls]

Since the Porter has been kind enough to return Dr. Topher Brink to us I wanted to make an announcement officially promoting him to Vice President and also giving him share in the company. His absence and return has made it clear I need to prepare for the possibility it could happen to me and this is just one of the steps I'll be taking to ensure that Rossum will be here to stay and that all of you who work for me will always have a job.

Also I'm going to be visiting all your departments soon hopefully to see how you are all doing. Don't worry it's not going to be anything formal. I just want to know if there's anything that any of you need, or suggestions for improvements you might have.

Thank you.

( [Encrypted to Topher] )

( [Encrypted to Gretel] )

•92•

[scarabsuited]

[PRIVATELY SENT TO THE NEGOTIATOR:]

Let's talk. [INSERT GOOGLE DIRECTIONS TO A CAMPUS LIBRARY.]



[PRIVATELY SENT TO ABIGAIL BOYLEN:]

Might need an eye in the sky. Just in case. But I'm pretty sure "in case" won't happen.

Also, a lift. I've been putting this off for too long, and I don't think waiting's going to make anything better.


[PRIVATELY SENT TO TONY STARK:]

Question.

✈ voice ✈

[ex_backstab594]

[The noise of wind whistling, quite loud, like the recorder is up somewhere high, with the very faint sounds of traffic down below. The comm is registered to "Marc Brut".

Starscream has been in the City for several hours, now. Hours of not posting with distressed vocalizations or angry threats, no demands. No begging for help. Hours of holding himself back from emotional systems collapse while he maneuvers the demands of an entirely new universe is no mean feat, but he doesn't expect a medal (it'd be nice though).

For a moment there's only a soft tapping, and then a voice, pitched evenly with rehearsed-sounding tones. Edged calm. Keeping things level, but under the veneer is the shadow of distress.]

I propose an informational bartering session, with whoever is on the Network--with whoever can speak to me who is in charge.

I - have invaluable data. You won't be disappointed.

[a few moments pass in silence, and then he ends the post. But a minute later, he's clicking it back on, unable to resist the urge to add]

And if you're ignoring my hails on purpose, you know who you are, so help me--!

[hanging up again hastily before he wrecks everything]

02 | video

[fabricates]

[Hello network! I'm sure you weren't planning to see a tarantula today, but that's too bad because Vriska thinks everybody needs to see one.

Particularly her cobalt blue. The video clicks on to show Vriska for a second, grinning and looking pretty pleased.]

I'm sure everyone could stand to have a little excitement in their dull lives, and I'm feeling so gracious today that I figured I might as well give you something to watch for a while!

[She turns the video around so that it can focus on her molting spider.]

In case you're too stupid to figure out what's going on, my spider is molting. Finally. It looks pretty awesome, right?

It looks like she still has a while to go, though. A couple of hours at minimum. So enjoy! I just provided with you two great hours of entertainment.

[Said to herself mostly:] This will be a lot easier to clean up than my lusus molting.

[And yeah, she is definitely going to sit there and record all two hours of it for the network to see. You're welcome.]

Case File 013: Text and Video

[alldeduction]

Bored.

Bored, bored, bored.

Feel like some codes, City?


[After the text, the video starts: a dark room, no figures in it - the camera is pointed at a blank wall. After a few seconds, glowing white notes appear.]

( cut for image )

✷ 003 | video

[cawky]

[So today, we have Davesprite not looking especially bird-y today. He's sitting in a room with a wall covered in posters from obscure bands nobody has ever heard of -- they're all kind of stacked on top of each other messily, but the one on top of them all is a Con Air poster, now decorated with certain glowing faces drawn over the actor's actual heads. The room is covered in a bunch of jars with gross dead things stuffed in them too, a computer desk in the corner, and a string of photos hanging by the window, noticably open very wide to let a breeze in.

The room is also covered head to toe in pigeons. Dave is propped up in a computer chair, shades over his eyes, addressing the network.]

Hey bro.

I fixed your poster.

And I brought some dudes for a party, hope you don't mind.

[If anyone spots the turntables in the corner of the room, they are miraculously pigeon free.]

[001 | Video | Ryusei Comm]

[cosmic_disco_bruce_lee]

[He's still in the Porter building, pressed against a wall and looking carefully out of a window. Ryusei's looking worried, like he thinks something might jump out at him if he moves from where he is. He jumps when he notices the camera is recording, giving a forced smile to the communicator.]

Ah...hello. Is anyone listening to this broadcast?

[He knows people are but he's still acting.]

Can someone please tell me where I am. This place does not look like anywhere I have ever been before.

[He frowns.]

That machine told me I am supposed to be a hero but I believe there has been a mistake. I'm just a student.

I would appreciate any help getting back home.

(ooc: The name attached to this communicator is just 'Ryusei Sakuta | N/A'.)