WELCOME TO DREAMWIDTH, HERO...

Hey...  Do we know if anybody made it out of that Death Game?  

Just.  Ya know.  Wondering.

Didn't really wanna watch the whole tape just to find out, ya know?

[ Hey, this jerk! Nothing suspicious about her radio mostly-silence the past week or so. Also there seems to be some pained groans and scuffling sounds in the background, but Jesse sounds pretty chill. nbd nbd. ]

Hey, can somebody call an ambulance for me? There's a couple assholes at the playground at [address] who got beat up pretty bad. We got a concussion, fractured ribs and a couple broken arms.  It's not that bad, but they're kinda pussies.

Couple guns, too and some shit in the trunk of the car, probably got the real good stuff stashed, so ya might wanna ring the cops-

[ The scuffling in the background has taken on suddenly sinister urgency. There's a loud FUCK YOU and two shots fired, followed by a strangled scream. ]

Also one of them just shot himself in the foot. Thanks, dudes.

[ 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.

[ This jerk again.  She's grinning ear to ear.  Nothing suspicious about this. ]

Hey, I gotta question!

Would you say this guy here [attatchment: pervertpirate.jpg ] is a gentleman?

So.

We got weapons or is this a break a window, take what you need and worry about it if we all survive thing?

[There’s a lot of settings flipping going on here. A brief mash of text, a snatch of video and finally it settles on voice, with the loud shouting of a 13 year old testing out the mic sensitivity.]

Hello? Hello! Hey hey! Testing testing!

This is Street Angel from an earthlike planet called Earth. Wilksborough, Angel City. Anybody out there?!

[ Her voice lowers to a normal level. ]

...Man, now I know how that stupid astronaut felt.

Hey, so listen, this building is friggin’ creepy so if who the hell ever in charge thinks I’m gonna stick around here till he shows up, you got another thing comin’, dirtbag! What kinda loser grabs people to fight his own battles for him and doesn’t show up to explain nothin’? Lame! I don’t even see any ninjas, so unless you’ve got a secret infestation, you better pony up or buzz off, pal! I got my own problems, ya know!

[a pause]

If there’s anybody else listin’- Like that creepy computer didn’t say nothin much, but there’s a whole bunch of flyers and shit, so I guess there’s gotta be. And I can see people in the street from some of the windows, so I’m pretty sure there wasn’t a zombie ninja apacolip or some shit.

But if there’s anybody else, if you see an old black guy with a bullet wound in his shoulder, can you make sure he gets to the hospital okay? I dunno if this stupid machine brought him here or not, but he’s my friend.