Action / audio - baby's first event

[analogkvetching]

[There had been a few video feeds after the mysterious announcement concerning objects falling out of the sky on top of the residents, as if aiming for them specifically. Mordecai Heller certainly way not going out of doors this day, no sir.

Lord knows how he was so neglectful as to leave the window of his room open.

He had been sitting and mending his gun holster when there was a blurry streak in his peripheral vision and a soft thump. He reflexively rose to a half-sit with his fingers around the gun on the table in barely a second, but it took him a few more to find the intruder.

A dazed rat of a disturbingly healthy size stared back with its awful little blood-droplet eyes.

Mordecai grimaced almost audibly. Oh boy oh gee what to do why the window, who would do this? He hated when a crawly thing was too big for a shoe. This was too much for even a broom.

While he was pondering how to rid himself of the vermin without an inconvenient splatter, the rat had the nerve to disregard him and start going about its ratty business. What's it doing, why is it worse when they aren't afraid of you, so help me if you start chewing on anythoh no it's coming near me

His arm shot out for something clothy that was resting on the table, and he lunged at the creature with it, somehow managing to capture in in one go, and it shrieked.]

nnNNNGGGAAAAAA

[Mordecai practically wailed as he made it to the window in two and a half strides, launching the squirmy handful out into the blue. He didn't have time to catch his breath before the startling smack against his chest. Upon automatically checking himself for blood, he discovered only an odd greasy smudge, and at his feet, the foulest-looking sandwich he had probably ever laid eyes on.

Oh.

Oh no.

[He slammed the window shut just in time for a flock of expiring tomatoes to slam into it from an angle, not unlike rain in high wind. He made a long, unsettled groaning sound in his throat, like... well, kind of like a cat.

Relenting and taking out his device, he reports:]

It's happening to me too, now. I... I have a hunch that the falling objects might be... personalized.

[Video | Event Response]

[righteously]

[When the camera flicks on, it's to the face of one rather unimpressed Winchester. He stares for a second, and then holds up a pair of pink ladies' undergarments.]

Look, it's not that I don't appreciate the gesture, because trust me- I do.

[And he's very serious about that.]

But if you're gonna throw underwear out a window, try not to aim for a guy's head. That's all I'm saying.

[It's just unhygienic. He seems to consider it for a second, then shrugs a shoulder.]

And maybe include a name somewhere, or like a phone number, you know. They look familiar, but I've seen, like, a lot of pink satiny under-

[...Oh shit.

He cuts himself off, eyes wide, because yeah. He's pretty sure he just remembered where he's seen these before.]

Uh.

Nevermind. Disregard that.

[The feed promptly ends.]

001 - no time for doubt \\ [video]

[appealingavarice]

[Greed isn't thrilled to wake up once again in a place he didn't go under his own power, but he's never been one to let the bastards see him sweat. The little machine that was tucked into his pocket is just enough like a radio for him to get the idea that you talk to it, and he's grinning as he does so, though it doesn't convey happiness so much as "gee, those look like some weirdly sharp teeth."]

Well, this obviously isn't a family affair. There's been an interior decorator through here sometime this century. So odds are whoever's listening doesn't know me.

[This is pointless, says Ling, but Greed likes this part. If he can't be a little dramatic, where's the fun?]

See, I'm Greed. Whatever you can think of, I want it. Status, money, power, sex... top of the list right now, though?

[The grin vanishes abruptly.]

Someone to tell me what the hell's going on.

002. Video/Action

[runningfromhell]

[ There's a very pissed off looking Meg on the screen, and she's going to keep this short and sweet.

See, she's been having a good chuckle at the others who are having things dropped on their heads. Seriously, who could watch that and not find it hilarious?

And then photos start floating down from above. She recognizes the faces - people she's possessed in the past, posing with huge happy grins with friends and family. It only makes her roll her eyes. They fall in earnest, though, so she's accumulated herself quite little group of photos that she plans on just tossing once they stop falling.

It starts being a little less funny when she's hit by a tiny glass vial of holy water. Followed by a handful more. So after gritting her teeth though the burn it causes, she flips on the video in order to bitch. ]

Funny. The novelty's worn off, so the whole 'the sky is falling' routine can stop now.

[ Go ahead and ask her what's been hitting her lately. She may or may not actually give a straight answer. Kidding, she totally won't.

Meg's leaving her room with the photos in hand. She's looking for a place to start her own little bonfire. ]