[001] audio/video

[colorofthesky]

[ The audio feed begins with the sound of muted tapping. ]

Is this on?

[ He taps it again, and a young man with spiky, black hair appears. He's peering...much too closely at his communicator, but eventually he leans back, the scar on his left cheek becoming visible. He's standing in the entrance hall, his expression honestly puzzled. ]

Okay. [ Awkwardly, he scratches the back of his head. ] I...don't suppose there's a tour guide anywhere around here?

I know this isn't Gaia. [ If it was, he'd be dead. ] I'm just not sure where 'here' is, exactly, so...I'd appreciate the help.

[ He turns, and for a moment, a large sword becomes visible, hanging on his back. He looks back at the camera, then, flashing a brief smile. ]

I'm Zack, by the way. It's nice to meet you.

01 - Audio & Action - take your pick! Phone call or gun to the face...

[swooshycape]

[audio]

[ Vincent isn’t normally one to just try calling out of the blue, but he really wants some intel on this place - enough that he is willing to at least try, even if he is quite suspicious of, well... everything about this place. ]

Where is this? And to whom... am I speaking?

[ His voice is deep and quiet and mostly toneless - though there is a dark edge to it. He wants answers, and he expects to be given them. However, he has one last thing to add... ]

Yuffie, if this is your doing... [ ... well, if she’s listening, he’s pretty sure she can imagine the unspoken threat. ]


[action]

[ But even as he waits for any sort of response, Vincent doesn’t keep still. Instead, he carefully explores the mansion, moving quietly as he swoops down hallways, checking rooms and keeping to the shadows. You wouldn’t expect someone in a red cape to be particularly stealthy, but he manages it very well - unnaturally so.

However, stealthy or not, he is expecting a fight, so if he opens the door to a room someone is in, his gun is out and aimed right at them. ... really, he’s too used to a world where every space that isn’t a town or city is crawling with hostile wildlife. Don’t worry, though. He won’t shoot on sight. .... probably.

But you’d also better be careful if you meet him in a hallway - or more likely, he sneaks up behind you - as he is armed and dangerous and isn’t the friendliest looking person...

In either case, he won't waste time in asking questions. Unless he's already had the basics from someone else, in which case he'll probably lower the gun if he's sure you're not a threat. ... probably. ]

[Video]

[thisisthescript]

[Jay wasn't having a good day to say the least. He had found himself chasing after a masked man all day in an attempt to get answers, was confronted by a faceless entity that had been following him for some time now, and now? Well he honestly didn't know what was going on.
He had woken up in a bed that wasn't his. The only thing that was familiar was the clothes on his own back. Of course Jay was used to waking up with no memories now but-something was off. The place made him even more uncomfortable Well more uncomfortable then he generally is now a days. It just didn't feel right to him.
He jolted out of the bed quickly and went through the drawers, every possible area that may had answers. But sadly for Jay he found nothing that could help him except a strange device that had been laying on the bed side table. He picked it up and messed with it for a moment. It seemed to be recording him already- maybe this was something he had bought the night before. After he had run away from the entity. Knowing him it was very possible.
But upon messing with it further he realized not only was it recording but it was broadcasting. If it was broadcasting then there was a possibility that someone could give him answers as to where he was located. He sat up a bit straighter and looked into the small lens that was recording his every move. He cleared his throat awkwardly in hopes to get someone's attention before he spoke.]
Uhm- Hey. I know this might be a stupid question but where am I exactly? I don't really recognize this place and I really need to go. Any help would be really nice.
[He fidgeted with the end of his worn out jacket sleep before he turned the broadcast off awkwardly.]

video; / action;

[absolutelynot]

[ for several months up until this point -- months that she spent in england and france dealing with a war, as well as a few weeks here -- she's been putting on a brave face, trying to push through with what needs to be done, but she's hit the end of her patience, of her ability to pretend that everything will be okay. she has nothing to focus on now except a seemingly impossible task of getting home and how much she misses one man in particular.

is this what it feels like to lose people?

so she looks a bit worn when the feed comes on. the light and determination in her eyes are dim and she looks like she could use someone to talk to. someone to trust and listen. ]

After all this excitement, I could use a good cup of tea. Would anyone care to join me? I'll even tolerate coffee nearby if that's preferred. [ it's a very, very small attempt at a joke. normally she can't stand even the smell of coffee, but she's a social creature, desperate for companionship. she'll tolerate it if it means being able to be social. ]

In the meantime, does anyone have any book suggestions? I'm afraid I might need something to keep myself occupied.

003 - Sherlock Holmes - [Monograph #1]

[could_be_dangerous]

Victim is female. 1.66 m. Roughly twenty years of age.

Discovered prone, facedown in a sprawl on a patch of grass some three hundred meters from the manor. Sprawl was unnatural, limbs twisted, which suggests she made no attempt to catch herself when she fell. Disturbances in the grass indicate a struggle between two combatants, victim and assailant. The latter was, judging by the size of his footprints, taller than the former, of greater weight. Compared to the rest of the populace this makes the assailant likely to be male. Additionally, the disturbance of the grass and the soil indicates that the killer’s shoes were of an athletic sort, with cleats for traction.

Body showed relatively few signs of defensive injury; I was able to recover no usable hairs or fibers from the body. She had been killed quickly and abandoned with no great care, suggesting the act was not premeditated but rather opportunistic. Either the killer panicked and fled or felt for some other reason no desire to linger; his footsteps, such as they may be discerned, lead away from the scene of the crime with no sign of circumambulation or pacing. Additionally likely to be an opportunistic attack due to the length between strides and the degree of the disturbance of grass and soil, which indicate that the assailant ran rather than walked towards the victim, culminating in a single leap to close the distance.

Cause of death was easily discerned: victim’s skull was fractured in multiple places by a collection of blows to the side of the head. Damage extensive; death quick. The instrument was clearly blunt: the caving of the bone and the formation of hematoma underneath the tissue indicate a rounded club of some persuasion, wielded with great force.

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Could be of some use to you lot. Might want to be careful who you trust.
SH

[action/accidental video] not the first rodeo, but still...

[justdewitt]

Barely a day in this place and I’m already gettin’ thrown around like some kinda- Elizabeth!

[Booker sits upright, coughing up sand and all manner of other unpleasantness. He was so sure he’d seen that bird-thing fall into the water with them, with him, that it wouldn’t be coming out again any time soon.]

Look, I’ve still got my Sky-Hook, we can just attach it to the nearest line and...

[And what? To whom? It’s only now that Booker realizes he’s alone on the sand, with what looks like a fancy cigarette case sitting next to him. Digging it out and popping it open, he groans in obvious displeasure. Technology. What’s wrong with a good old-fashioned telegram?]

...Great. More stuff from Columbia’s best and brightest. Next thing you know we’ll be sending things by freak carrier pigeon.

[He shoots a suspicious glance at the water stretching out in front of him, as if daring the bird to return. It doesn’t.

Somehow, the lack of surprise attack bothers him more.]