☠ [Video] Not So Super 8

[wisecracked]

Not cool!

I have no idea what happened this morning [okay it was really more of the afternoon but it was Kenzi's morning, shut up] but it wasn't cool.

I mean, just when I was really starting to get the hang of my powers POOF!  [she throws her hands up]  In a flash of light they're gone!  And what do I get in return?  [She holds up a necklace.]  Is this thing even worth anything?  I mean it looks like I might be able to get a fair deal at a pawn shop but uh...

It's not fair payment for taking my powers!

[She flops back on her couch and crosses her arms, pouting.]  I don't like being normal.

[She sits like that for a few moments before reaching forward to shut off the feed.]

○45● backdated to about 6pm Eastern

[dragony]

Testing, testing.
Can anybody see this?
(I'm not getting Ke$ha this time, so it's worth a shot.)

Answers from Earth appreciated.

6. Video

[kickpushbaby]

[ THIS JERK AGAIN!  Only this time instead of being stuck up a tree, she's covered in dirt and looking a little singed and a bit grumpy.  Her voice is a bit rough, kind of a side effect from running around a flaming bus for most of the day. ]

Just to add to the fucking joy and good cheer goin' on right now and in case any of the big important guys are listening, somebody blew a bus up and I think they're gonna try to blame it on us.  At least, that's what I got from the only fucking nutcase who wasn't shouting because his hairpiece wasn't on fucking fire.

I don't know if any of you mayor office guys have pr for this shit, but if you do, you might wanna drag them out.

And just as p-fucking-s, cup noodles taste really, really shitty after they've been sitting for eight fucking hours.

[video]

[paints_lanterns]

[The video clicks on to a giant part of white eyes surrounded by green, and then Pascal backs up enough so he's visible in the frame, his odd little mouth curved into a frown. After waving vaguely at the screen for several moments and apparently not being able to get his point across, he runs off camera. The phone appears to be on the floor, pointed at the ceiling...and after a second, it begins to move.]

[It takes a good fifteen seconds for the little chameleon to move the phone where he wants it, and the he tips the camera up to show Rapunzel. She's curled up in the corner of her apartment, on the floor, completely wrapped up in her long hair, just her eyes and a bit of her face poking out. And she's rocking back and forth slightly, as if under all that hair she's curled up in a little ball.]

[She notices the phone and frowns at, and starts to say something before she winces and looks away. Finally she sucks in a breath, and when the words come out she sounds completely lost and heartbroken.]

I don't...I don't know why I was on that bus and I don't know what a space jam is but whatever it is I'm sorry and please make it stop.

[She closes her eyes tightly and her face almost vanishes into her hair.]

Make it stop make it stop make it stop please make it-

[The camera tips back away and Pascal scampers back into view, pointing to where Rapunzel presumably is with a 'Help!' look on his face.]

Too much too much too much | Voice

[caprihorn]

[Starting frantic, caught somewhere between despairing and enraged this comes out of Gamzee's mouth faster than a hummingbird's heartbeat:]

-need him right now. _{Can't fuckin' wait on this shit,} but motherfuckin' can't find himself anywhere. _{Ain't nowhere, nowhere round here.}

And the shit in my pan ain't got to stopping. _{Just keeps repeating like it up and did before.} Don't want hear nothing about this war no more. _{And this} motherfuckin' brother needs to get at out of here. _{Motherfuckin' spreading his blasphemy as hard as he all can.} Needs to up and die.

_{Shit, shit,} motherfuckin' shit this needs to get out. _{Last time things got on repeating like this up and murdered a lot of peopel} and can't be doing that. _{Can't let Karkat down with that shit.}

[The tiniest bit of a pause before he adds in a higher voice that sounds like its about to scratch out walls:]

The motherfuck does it mean by _{We have to bring war to the City.} But we have to make the imPorts provoke a war, first?

_{Why the motherfuck would that all matter when we've up and done that shit before?} Why's it all repeating up in my pan?!

_{Fuck this nosie,} fuck all of it, _{even the shit that comes before these two fuckin' things.}

Get it the motherfuck out, _out out _out out!

[There's a thump and it sounds like someone's still yelling, but they're not exactly standing for it.]

► 037.

[culver]

[The video is shaky, being held in a small hand as the owner tries to run. After just a few moments cover comes in the form of a huge, grey boulder, and Nill drops to her knees, almost dropping the comm as well. The area around her is of the same grey stone, with smoking fissures and creatures lurking around in the gloom. There’s a blam that sounds suspiciously like a gunshot and Nill flinches. But she has her task and isn’t about to give it up to fear. Not yet.

She’s breathing hard, face pale. She can hardly type, using only one hand, the other pressed to a red stain on her waist.]

do not know what happenedwe are somewhere and iam hurt

[The ground shudders, and there’s an awful shrieking noise in the background, though what it’s coming from isn’t clear - whether its Spidermom’s pedipalps rubbing against her fangs or the army of zombified trolls - before Vriska drops down next to Nill, eyes wide and a sword gripped in her hand. It seems she’s unlocked her ancestral awakening at some point. She looks worse for wear.]

Shit, they just keep coming.

[Nill is so very clearly panicking. She looks from Vriska to what’s behind the boulder and if possible, her face pales even more. She’s typing quicker, panting a little bit. Something red smudges on the comm.]

not sure where we are thereare others we need help please

[There’s another gunshot, and she reaches out to grip Vriska’s arm, the message forgotten. Something passes between them, and Vriska loops her arms under Nill’s, wings fluttering before she pushes off the ground. The feed cuts as they rise into the grey sky.]

[ooc; blue is vriska, red is nill. anyone else who was on the hellbus is welcome to action it up.]

VIDEO

[cloud9]

[ the hands holding the communicator keep shaking. the feed shows an unsteady view of someone's room obscured by smudging fingers. muffled and quiet, there's a strange noise in the background, a wavering, high-pitched noise, like a repeated hiccup or a sharp exhale, over and over, irregular. like someone hyperventilating and crying at the same time.

finally, the comm gets set down. someone sits in front of it, slowly. from its angle on the floor, it doesn't show anyone's face -- just a girl from the middle down, in the middle of a room that looks like someone tore it apart, looking for something desperately. some evidence, some sign, something. her socks are mismatched. there's wet streaks on her pink t-shirt. the awkward sobbing sound doesn't stop.

her hands fidget in her lap. she twists a little golden band anxiously on the ring finger of her left hand, around and around.

finally, her voice-- thin, barely there-- comes on: ]

I-- I couldn't. F-Find a note or anything. I-- His communicator...

The buses? Was he-- on one of them? I-Is he with you? Anyone?

[ a choking, desperate exhale. ]

Someone answer me.

Please?

1. Video

[andproper]

   [The video clicks on to a closeup - a nose, a strand of blonde hair; it should be fairly obvious that the woman holding this machine doesn't know what she's doing with it. After a moment, though, the device pulls away - revealing the thirteen  year old Prim more clearly. Scared but trying not to show it, brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what had happened. ]

Hello? [She taps the screen briefly, flipping it about briefly before studying it again.] Is there anybody there? I don't know where I am... [She remembers a noise -  a flash - and then...]

I'm Prim. I need to find my sister. Katniss. [She knows she may have to move quickly once she says this; too many people would like to get their hands on the mockingjay's sister, she's sure... but anything she could pick up...]