☀ [Video/Text] 001

[dogwitch]

[Video flickers on for a few moments. Long enough for the viewer to get a good look at a confused bespecdled girl with...are those white furry ears sticking out of the top of her head? However, that's quickly gone and it seems she figured out to get the text function to work.]
( ooc cut for obnoxious green text )

third episode | (voice) turn this darn thing off!

[paintsthetownred]

Alright, what kinda maroon's responsible for shovin' me on a bus an' puttin' this music in my head, huh? How's anyone supposed ta get anythin' done 'round here with all that goin' on upstairs?!

[ legitimately pissy rn

though she knows enough about the current state of things to maybe realise that the words she's hearing in between the wailing of "IIIIIiiiiiiIIIIIIII will always love yoooOOOOOOU" are important ]

An' what the heck's Dolvania? A country or somethin'?

002 | video

[hedera]

"They won't expect us in September."

[Pam is sitting, of all places, on the roof of some apartment building. With all the noise in her head, the singing and laughter and talking, being able to hear her babies on top of all that had started to take its toll. Even the best mothers need to take breaks.]

"Not when their own city starts to reject them. Then it is time, then we take them for our own."

I'm sure this is of some significance to someone who cares, but, unfortunately, I'm not one of them. I just want to know who is speaking, so I can make them stop.

Twenty-six [video]

[trueltning_fury]

It doesn't take a genius to realize that three people saying the same things are more than a coincidence. It's a trend. And not one I'm about to ignore given what they've said.

Is there anyone else hearing repeated songs and voices? I am deeply interested in knowing what the voices say. There is a puzzle here to be pieced together if you will give me the pieces. I am not unsympathetic to the pain and frustration you must be going through, but this is important. [beat. Maybe he should try diplomacy] ...I know what it's like to have something else thrusting visions and words on you against your will. That doesn't change the importance.

[sigh. He should have made this message days earlier. Now, it's suddenly urgent]

I have news of interest to all of us. My contacts have confirmed that the scanning devices are real. They exist, and they work. The countries banning our presence are surveying on the ground and in the air to keep us out. But their net has holes in it. Be aware. It's not a bluff.

Knowing that this is true...has deep consequences for all of us.

If it wasn't obvious before, given the messages being relayed by certain individuals, it's clear now. We, as a community, are in danger. 'They,' meaning not the citizens of this world, but Vulcanus, are more than just up to something. I recognize the signs of building war. But we must tread lightly, lest we be blamed for more than a vehicle exploding.

I understand that, for many, the thought of organizing into a cohesive unit, a single team consisting of all of us, is ridiculous if not impossible. I have my own doubts. But the fact remains, it must be done. We cannot continue like this. Twice now, we have been caught with our proverbial pants down. If we don't suck up our pride and consent to work together, then they will indeed succeed if they move against us. They will pick us off one by one, or they will turn the entire world against us, and we will fail. I have seen this before. Former foes must work together. I'm not asking for pure trust and deep loyalty, merely cooperation, until we can be assured that we are all safe.

I have more information, for those who would like to hear it.

[PRIVATE: Jack Bauer (no encryptions)]

Jack. I could use your thoughts on this.

[PRIVATE: Tony Stark and Ghost, separately, no encryptions]

Whether or not you trust me, I would like to hear your thoughts on the current state of things. By sharing information, we can form a bulwark of defense. Time, it seems, is of the essence.

eleven; text

[futurebatwoman]

backdated to: 12:22 p.m.

Harvey Dent is in City Hall with three hostages, including the Deputy Mayor, in one of the empty rooms in the back right near the extra supply cabinets.

I've called the police, but I've been told there's been an explosion in the subways and response time will be slow. If there's superheroes out there who can make it here faster and handle a hostage situation, that might be good.

For anyone else in City Hall, don't go near. He's armed.

( private to mitchell hundred )

[ ooc: references are this and this. Rescue of the hostages is reserved for Batwoman I and Daredevil. Max is currently keeping an eye on the door leading to the hallway he's down, so City Hall people feel free to action it or alternatively go hit up the log to interact with each other! ]

♓ 1 [text]

[necronomicod]

Soooo...
T)(is is a LITTL-E L-ESS D--EAD t)(an I remember being!
And a w)(ole lot MOR-E )(UMAN!
I t)(ink it's )(uman, actually.
I'm not s)(ore! I've never been a )(uman B-EFOR--E! 38O
It's reely, reely W-EIRD!
)(ow do you )(umans even put up wit)( t)(is s)(it??
-Everyt)(ing's so brown and pink and SPONG-EY.
Squis)( squis)( glub squis)(!!
And I don't even )(ave my )(ORNS!
Finny fins going missing is ON-E T)(ING, but no )(orns??
I don't even know if I want to look in a mirror like t)(is 38/
But! T)(is is muc)( less dead!
In fact, it's almost kind of ALIV---E!
T)(at's -EXCITING, don't you t)(ink??
No more stupid dumbbass J-ERKFINS blasting )(oles in your c)(ests or anyt)(ing!
-Even if I'm PR-ETTY S)(ORE t)(is wasn't part of t)(e plan t)(at t)(e )(orrorterrors )(ad GLUBB-ED UP...
...it's interesting! Reely interesting!
T)(ere's not)(ing wrong wit)( -EXPLORING and swimming in a STRANG-E S-EA, you know!
But I reely miss my )(orns.
38(


(ooc: Feferi's text quirk is R-E-ELY annoying, so if you'd like to go to video or have me just knock it off, here's the text permissions post!)

✞ || SEVENTEEN || [video]

[unetrustworthy]

[The first thing to note about Midii is her hair.  Namely, the fact that it's purple.  But even stranger than that--for her, at least--is the bewildered expression on her face.  A child who was normally paranoid, but alert...was completely at a loss.]

The buses.  Yesterday.

It is strange.  I remember...a light.  And then nothing.  Nothing before, nothing after until I woke up again.

[Her nose scrunches up]

But that is impossible.  How could I not remember?  I always remember!

[She jumps suddenly, looking down at her right hand.  A bow has suddenly appeared.  Specifically, Clint Barton's bow, for those who may recognize it.]

...and why does this keep appearing, no matter how many places I leave it?

What is going on?

one - voice

[ex_mostlyarmless446]

I think I've managed to figure out how to work this device. At least, I've managed to figure out how to read past entries. Tell me-are exploding buses a normal occurrence?

[There's an awkward little chuckle, which can basically be interpreted as 'oh God I hope exploding buses aren't a normal occurrence']

From the entries I've scanned, it seems that knowing people from your world is common. In that case, I'm Dr. Curt Connors. If any of my coworkers can read this, I'd appreciate knowing that you're here.

1st; permavideo

[egomaniacal]

[ There's a netbook open on the kitchen counter behind him. Hell yeah the first thing he bought was a computer, who needs food? HE HAS TO TRACK HIMSELF ON ALL THE GOSSIP SITES, IT'S IMPORTANT. (Plus he's been meaning to lose weight.) You can see anti-imPort headlines and shit on the screen if you squint; he gestures back towards it with a jerk of his thumb. ] Alright, this? Is ridiculous. What are we, mutants? (No offense, mutants.) [ Dismissive hand-wave! Look the M.A.C. is gross and it's hard to be politically correct in here!! He's pointedly not touching anything. ] Whoever is in charge of PR for us blows chunks. Also, a couple of buses explode, seriously? It's New York. [ "The City," Striker. ] Welcome to every other Wednesday ever. It's probably just some Spider-Man villain being frustrated that he can't get laid, or whatever.

The real crisis here is that there are twenty super geniuses wandering around, and I bet none of them actually know how to transfer my Twitter account from another dimension. I'm losing so many followers just because of some stupid cross-universe-napping that the Avengers let happen, I'm sure.

video

[daft_old_man]

[This glowing blue form is only slightly familiar. Gone is the ever familiar bowtie and snappy braces. This form is far less clothes and with slightly less contrast than usual. In fact some who know him may fear this could be the end]

It took me a whole day to get home. The sounds of this city. I never realized it before.

[For a long moment he's silent as he listens to things beyond the communicator's microphone. The longer he listens the less solid he becomes until he is more of a bright spot than actual figure. Without something or someone solid to hold it, the communicator falls to the ground, a quick glimpse of that bright thing's body is shown before the viewer goes dark. There's a bit of fumbling and snorting as the machine is picked back up. The figure is solid once more.]

I do hope this is less than permanent. Maybe less than hope. Everything is a tumble inside and out.

viii | voice; backdated to early morning

[invoking]

[ A voice post today. Having barely gotten any sleep from his inability to tune out the voices when he wanted to and Raven's power being hone, Gil doesn't want anyone to see the bags under his eyes and pale complexion.

His voice is forcibly calm the whole time. ]

I need to know who else was on that bus yesterday. The one where everyone's powers were supposedly switched. Was it really with someone else on the bus? No natives or maybe an imPort who wasn't on it?

[ A pause. ]

Did everyone at least make it out alright?

( WEAKLY PRIVATED to NATASHA ROMANOV )

28 ⊗ video ⊗ the day that never ended

[professorlionface]

[Hank is sitting on a bench in the imPort clinic, wearing green scrubs and a white coat, his back hunched and his arms drooped over his knees. His fur is singed in various patches, including a bald streak across his neck. One of the lenses on his glasses is cracked. He has been on his feet for the better part of thirty-six hours and he is the very picture of exhaustion.]

It's the crises that really help one to understand how criminally understaffed a hospital can be. Three doctors, at best, for something of this magnitude? [He brushes back a few strands of hair trying to sneak their way onto his face and then rubs his shoulder.] Partly a result of the recent outwards migration, I suppose. Really, I feel worse for Dr. Hooper, left to handle the whole of it on her own while the rest of us were otherwise engaged. That is my definition of a hero, ladies and gentlemen. The kind of person that, should you run into her, you buy a coffee. Tell her I said to.

I'm rambling, aren't I? I hope someone's been gathering the information, has some cohesive picture of what caused this, how many were affected. Maybe how many of these people would have been taking the subways instead, had they been running sooner.