text; pockets full of stones

[nascensibility]

[She very much debates sending this. It isn't her style, not after the losses she's endured, not after the way this place takes, and takes, and takes, so much that it becomes commonplace, that she should find herself numb to it. Evelyn doesn't particularly anticipate replies; people go missing every day.

Her son's room is entirely empty. Evelyn knows what it means.]

If anyone sees a tow-headed boy, eight years old, please contact me.

His name is Alex.

E. O'Connell

1st plot [Video/action]

[shslliar]

( Action prompt under the cut. )

[Eventually, a new person acesses the network today. A teenager, and a young one at that. He briefly clears his throat before addressing everyone.]

Uh, hello? Are there any other students with Ultimate talents here? We were trying to escape this awful prison school and I think I got seperated from my class.

[Not the entire truth here, but acting lost would sound a lot better than immediately accusing some random loser of kidnapping.]

I'm really worried.

journal entry #1 [video]

[voidfished]

[When the camera turns on, it's focused on an older woman, easily in her late 50's, with short, white curled hair. Her deep blue robes and ornate staff, coupled with her rather serious expression, make her a rather imposing figure. She's holding a blue and silver bound journal, which she seems to be scribbling fervently in until she notices the device is on, and she re-steadies it quickly to give her message.]

I would like to request an audience with whoever seems to have summoned me to their, uhm... lovely home. I understand that there are many who require my attention, but my situation is rather urgent, and I can't spare any time at the moment.

[As the message goes on, she seems increasingly tense, gripping harder to her staff and seemingly obviously distracted.]

Provided this is broadcasting to more than one person, any help would be appreciated.

[Quickly, she reaches out, fumbling with a few buttons before the feed cuts.]