três ( video; backdated to the beginning of babbyplot )

[jailbrake]

[MAN, THAT SURE IS AN OBNOXIOUS RUCKUS BEING TRANSMITTED BY THIS COMMUNICATOR RIGHT NOW. the actual video component of this post is largely taken up by a super interesting view of the ceiling, which presumably is the result of it turning itself on after hitting something. the way shadows, and occasionally even actual objects, pass across the feed leaves little doubt as to the reason why it might have hit something -- whoever's causing all the crashing sounds and flying junk must have done the same with their communicator.

whoever that might be, she is also talking! the accent might be vaguely familiar, but it's very high-pitched, and quite possibly more articulate than usual.]

--and I know you're there! 's not funny anymore. So just come out now, okay? Come on, I promise I won't even kick you. Atsuko!

[there's a pause in the little girl's speech, and the sound of more shit getting knocked off tables and thrown places. a ridiculous turquoise bra arcs up over the camera, then falls over it, blacking the feed out; judging from the background noise, however, she continues to rummage through the contents of the room. as she continues to speak, her voice gets louder and louder, presumably because she's getting closer to the communicator.]

... it's all so ugly! Who wears this? An' what's the point of all the leather, huh? Why would you -- what's that? Hey!

[AND THE BRA IS GONE AGAIN]

Oi -- you! I know what security cameras are, stupid. Don't play dumb and think that kinda thing gets past me!

[there's a little girl glaring, upside down, at the camera, and if anything about her is really recognizable, it's the scowl she's wearing -- Michiko's future coarse bravado is written large on her face. since she appears to be around 9, this mostly makes her look kind of ridiculous.]

I don't know where I am. Don't know who you are either, but that don't matter, cause I know what's going on here. You think I was born yesterday? I know that old hag sold me to you to keep me quiet! 's not gonna work, though, so you can just forget all about it. An' you better let me go and send me back to Vermelha, or I'll -- I'll put you on the express train to hell! [suddenly her eyes light up with inspiration, and she rushes offscreen, her voice getting smaller with the distance.] And I'll start with this shitty place!

[after the sounds of more rummaging and hurried footsteps, a small hand thrusts an ornate lighter at the camera.]

You see that? You bastards don't let me out of here, this whole thing goes up in flames! It's a promise.

40th - [text] backdated to yesterday

[rocksforbrains]

So Rikku's gone.

And not "turned into a kid and ran off" gone I mean gone gone.

Comm's here and everything,

BUT she made me promise not to worry unless she ever disappeared for over week so here I am, not worrying

At all. 

So yeah she's obviously not gonna be coming into work for a while just a head's up and stuff



Bye

[video, Kotetsu's comm]

[wild_roar]

All right, all right - I know there's a lot of kids listening in to this. Hear me out, for a second.

I know it's rough, if you feel like you've suddenly been dropped into a new place and don't know where anybody is, don't know how to get a hold of your parents, and so on. It's okay. I promise. My name is Kotetsu, and I'm a dad, so I know how to take care of kids. If anybody needs a safe place to stay, so they're not on the street or in trouble, my door is open. But if you're being smart and not just going home with a stranger because he says so...well, good on you. You still need a place to go. I've got the keys to my free apartment at the MAC, so kids are welcome to crash there if they can't find anywhere else.

I just want to make sure nobody's lost, hungry, or cold, and everybody has a nice warm bed for however long this lasts. I know how I'd feel if my daughter was all alone in this place with superpowers, so I don't want any of you kids to be afraid. Some of us are here to help. Oh! And if anyone finds themselves with a kid they don't know how to take care of? [a wink and a grin] Call on me for all the best parenting advice to get you through this!

[Daddy!Kotetsu has a stern look for Klarion, too] And to the guy who used magic to do this to people. You'd better switch it back. People need to live their lives naturally, this isn't right.

001 :: [video]

[tyndaridae]

[Hey look! It's an empty MAC room. The comm appears to be floating as if someone's holding it, but there's just nothing interesting there. A bed, a desk with some scattered papers and a denim jacket hanging off a chair, a coffee mug that looks like it could probably use a good rinsing. Nothing super cool or seemingly worthy of the bandwidth involved in sending this video.

... It basically carries on like this until abruptly someone (or something, I guess) picks up another communicator and begins to punch out numbers on the key pad. They don't have any significance, but they're pressed and released in a very specific way. It's slow at first, but gradually the repetitions get more comfortable and quick. Yes, that's right. Someone's punching out Morse Code very awkwardly on a keypad.

After punching out SOS SOS (pause pause) about 10 times, whatever's holding the second comm apparently gets irritated and so away it goes, sailing through the air obviously propelled by something, only to land angrily against a wall.

And then, the feed goes black.]

04 | video

[gam8lignants]

[When the video turns on there are two individuals on the screen. They look considerably older than they usually do. Vriska doesn’t seem to be bothered by the aging at all, though, because her clothes somehow magically changed sizes. Davesprite is clearly wearing a shirt that is way too small for him.]

So, we need some opinions. Not that human opinions are going to make much of a difference, since your taste is generally sub par. Anyway! This idiot here [she jerks her thumb in Davesprite’s face, who promptly smacks it away] thinks a strip club is more fun than actual clubbing. It’s not, obviously, but he won’t believe me.

[Davesprite’s glasses are still affixed over his eyes, but even with them in the way, its easy to see him roll his eyes by the general twitches of his facial muscles. His answer is dry and sardonic, though when he’s through speaking, he lets a small smirk of satisfaction slip through his usual deadpan.]

You’re gonna have to bring me up to speed as to the last time you actually went clubbing.

Like you’ve gone clubbing? [If she had eyes that weren’t blank she would definitely be rolling them right now.]

All I’m saying is that in a contest of clothed bodies versus half-naked hot bodies, the choice is pretty clear. Unless you’re Vriska, I guess.

Ugh, no, that’s gross. Why would you want to go watch a bunch of people get hot and bothered enough to pail?? That’s so stupid. You’re stupid.

Serket’s a prude, got it. Though I ain’t really sure why you’d be watching everyone else instead of the poles you’re supposed to be watching, but that’s just me.

I’m not a prude, but you’re one hell of a pervert! Anyway, we’re taking votes on which is better. And I guess this is an invitation to anybody that wants to go to either.

Disclaimer time: Pay up, I don’t deal with freeloaders. And we’re headed my way first -- everyone but Serket, since she apparently can’t handle the heat.

[Davesprite smirks again and folds his arms smugly. Vriska casually puts her hand against his face and shoves him out of the view of her communicator, grinning.]

Shut up already! I’m going to both. Strip club first, the better clubbing second. Times and locations are attached if you’re interested!

[The feed cuts when Davesprite comes back on camera to wrestle Vriska out of view.]

[ooc| vriska is in blue, davesprite is in orange! here's the club log! it’s a log for both clubs and anyone is free to tag in uvu]

007 | Another, Greater Cycle (video)

[nutritionalexpert]

Uh, hi. [the kid onscreen is grinning awkwardly, and even gives a little wave. he looks maybe ten years old, tops.] Is Mister Corenthal reading this? It's just that... He told me to look for him if any of us got split up, and no one else is around, sooo... [his voice doesn't break, but it wavers.] So I gotta find 'em! None of 'em coulda gone far, Vinnie can't go a mile without restin', it's not gonna be hard at all! I just need a little bit of help. I mean, I can't track them all down by myself, and Steph can get into those little corners... [he beams at the camera for a long moment, before his face falls, and he lets out something that isn't quite a laugh.] We were only playing. I swear!

I swear. [he starts to sound more obviously panicked, having gotten to the end of his rehearsed announcement.]

We were only playing. [there's a long pause, and he takes a long inhale while he thinks the next sentence over.] I don't know if anybody knows Mister Corenthal, but... If it makes any difference, could you tell him that Habit's looking for him?

Thanks.