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[ clarisse is almost never happy when she appears on the network, and today is no different. she doesn't look as upset as the first time she appeared, threatening to bust heads and all that, but she's still noticeably peeved. the angle of the camera is a bit skewed, because she's attempting to carry about five baby boar piglets in her arms and they're all squealing at her and wiggling and being very difficult little creatures.

all she wanted was an elephant-sized war boar.

instead, she got 101 piglets. yes, hilarious, closet.

and now they've all escaped because, hey, she never claimed to be a piglet wrangler, and attempting to transfer all the damn piglets from her room to the one next to it was a lot more difficult than she thought it would be. she probably should've asked for help in the first place, but why would she do that. obviously you only ask for help where you're so deep in pig shit you've got no other choice.

funny how this is the second time she's asking for help over the network. except, you know, in a completely roundabout and slightly threatening way. one day she'll figure out how to say "please" and "thank you." ]

Alright, listen up, punks. [ sound familiar? she really needs to figure out a better way to address the network. ] You might've noticed a bunch of little baby boars running all over the place. They're mine. And if you hurt them, I'm gonna hurt you. They might've come from that stupidass magic closet, but they're still the sacred animal of Ares and if you kill them without all the proper ritual sacrifice shit, I'll curse you myself. Got it?

[ she heaves the boars in her arms and the camera wobbles a bit. at this point it's starting to look like a really awkward selfie as she cranes her neck to appear back in view. ]

I don't know how many of them there are, but there's a lot. You catch 'em, you can keep 'em. Just as long as they don't end up on someone's plate. Otherwise, I want them back. Fifth floor, room eighty-seven.
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[ The video flips on to show Jackson outside, (somewhere). He’s wearing what some will recognize as a lacrosse jersey, black instead of the familiar maroon, and he has a netted stick resting on his shoulder. He looks mildly irritated. ]

If McCall and the rest want to do lacrosse, we’re going to do it right. McCall, Stilinski and Lahey were all bench fodder until they started cheating. And Stilinski? He only made first line for one game. That he didn’t even show up to. Where as I led our team to State three years in a row.

So here’s the deal. You can be on their team if you want. But if you actually want to win meet me on the field at--

[ He glares at something off screen. His jaw tightening in further irritation as his eyes track something that's apparently low to the ground. And getting closer. The video blurs for a moment as he moves, showing ground, sky, and a flash of everything around.

Muttered curses quickly followed by frantic piggy squealing can be heard. And when the video comes back, he's got a flailing piglet in his hand, his lacrosse stick tucked under his arm. He glares at the offending animal for a moment, before looking back to the camera. ]

Practice starts whenever the field is pig free.
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[Santana is in the bar. She's not drunk yet, as she just got there, but oh how she's planning on it. She kicks a freakin' maraca across the floor. Where did it come from, you ask? You don't want to know.]

If another closet gives me a sombrero, I'm seriously thinking about burning this place to the ground. It's like freakin' Mr Schue all over again up in here...

[She starts on her first drink of the day. It will clearly be a long one.]

Anyone else grow up surrounded by white people being embarrassingly into this 'holiday'? Or am I seriously still like, one of three around here? Whatever; just. Come on. Bring alcohol with you.

[PARTY TIME??? No, not really. Drinking time??? Yes, that we can do.]
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I appreciate a good day at the beach, but asking my permission would have been polite.

[ He doesn't trust this video feature or voice feature. Texting is irritating and exhausting, but better than risking someone seeing him. He'd rather not have his face plastered all over the place. Especially if he runs into someone he knows. Anonymous is much safer. ]

Kidnapping a man is rude enough, but not bothering to stick around to talk to them after the act? Just awful. Who taught you manners? A wild animal? I retract that statement. A wild animal has more honor than you apparently do.

[ He's so huffy. His fingers keep sliding over the keys. He doesn't appreciate being dropped in the ocean, Wonderland. It's just rude and childish. ]

If anyone out there has any sort of information that they'd be willing to share with a man I'd be ever so grateful.

( ooc: Slightly forward dated to the day after the Event. Peter sings, but not letting him sing is funnier. )
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[personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
[ The is focused on his own reflection. For those who know it, he's standing in an exact replica of the pristine, more or less mono-chrome room from back home. All black and gray. He's smoothing down the front of a leather jacket, a scarf around his neck. Looking pretty much like had the day after the winter formal. Like he'd just been given everything he ever wanted.

Anyone who had encountered him since the start of the event probably had a fair bit of difficulty figuring out whether he'd been impacted by it. Because the "I'm better than you" attitude and inability to share the spotlight was already his default mode of operation. McCall knew that one all too well. ]

Alright, Wonderland. Here's the deal. I've seen a lot of people boasting about...well, pretty much anything. As for that little note? Very funny. But you see? I'll never be beneath anyone.

[ He flipped the the video around so it was his actual face and not the reflection. Music started up, his head bobbing. ]

Because I'm the best.

[ He slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses, moving with a proud strut toward the door. Starting to sing, proud as ever, as he yanked it open. ]

Everybody loves me! )
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[Wow, this face hasn't been on the network since he got here. He's not a big fan of the spotlight, so public introductions aren't much his thing. But he isn't averse to them either.

Scott focuses on the screen for a moment, checking to make sure he had everything set up right.]

Hey, I'm Scott. So, my friends Stiles and Isaac are putting together that Lacrosse team, so I thought I'd help out a bit. If anyone's interested in playing, but you don't know anything about the game, I'm offering to help teach anyone interested how to play. I'll try to break it down for you and even give lessons if you want. I was co-captain of our team back home.

[Scott fidgets and thinks if he has anything else to add, shrugging in the end when he comes up with nothing.]

So yeah, shoot me a message or something if you want lessons or info on the specifics of the game.

[And with that, the brunette signs out.

A moment later, he shoots private messages to Stiles and Isaac.]

[Private to Stiles and Isaac] )
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[personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
[ The video at first only shows one of the corridors of the mansion. Somewhere out of sight of both the camera and the mirrors within its view is Jackson. Bellowing. Alternating between "STILES!" and "MCCALL!" Several doors open and close.

Soon, he can be seen returning, reflected in the glass. He's furious. And only partially clothed. Wearing only a pair of gray sweat pants, his torso and feet are bare. His foot enters the frame, sending the device skittering. He looks down at it, slightly perplexed. But mostly angry. Picking it up, his brow creases as he inspects it, giving everyone an extreme close up of his handsome face. After a few moments, he's able to put together that the thing is already recording. ]

I don't know who thought this JOKE was even remotely funny, but it's not. So here's what you're going to do, whoever you are. You're going to return my clothes, my phone and my car keys. Then you're going to take me back to my car and get me out of this little fun house.

[ He tilted his head, almost as if he were going to crack his neck. But instead settled for a roll of his shoulders. ]

Oh, and if I find out Stiles or McCall had anything [ the word was given extreme emphasis] to do with this, you're both dead. Do you hear me?

[ The feed lingered on his unimpressed glare for a few moments longer before shutting off.]

01 | video

Dec. 10th, 2013 09:30 pm
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[personal profile] intelligently
[ The video settles on a girl in a blue dress, long red hair pulled around the front of her, and a displeased expression on her face. Her name is Lydia Martin and she isn't happy. She is also rather confused but she's trying to mask that, and go for pissed off. It's 80% working, but it's 100% in her voice when she speaks ]

This isn't the birthday present that I hoped for.

[ Yes, she's also a little bit of a brat. Or is giving that impression too. Priorities, she has them. She was having a party and she'd like to get back to it ]

And if it's a joke then I'm certainly not laughing, and I won't. So Stiles- [ Yes, she did use your name ] if this is your idea of funny then it's not. My party was fine, and I'd like to get back to it.

[ And there's a pause, one in which Lydia is clearly expecting a response ]

Now. I am not sitting around in this dump waiting.

[ She is referring to the mansion, because for the size of it she's not so impressed right now, but that might just be the kidnapping talking ]
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[personal profile] cowhouse
[IS THIS THING ON? First actual network post is go, here's to hoping it doesn't broadcast into the ether!

Jesse's face pops up on the feed, and if he looks a little worn out, the reason will be clear soon enough. He looks to be in decent spirits, though, cigarette in hand-- no Debbie Downer here!]

Uh, yo. [Great start! Nailed it.] So I don't know how many smokers we got here, but it's getting mad cold up there on the roof and we got all these empty rooms so I figured yo, why not make 'em work, like--  [VAGUE HAND WAVE.] -like a lounge or whatever.

[A beat, and then:]

I, uh-- I guess I got kinda carried away... [He turns his head and pulls the camera back to reveal a tastefully decorated lounge area, complete with a number of small tables all housing giant ornate hookahs and a bunch of oversized couches with a range of extremely cozy looking pillows.Fucking VIP.

How did such a scrawny dude move all that stuff around? Who cares, it's awesome and that's all that matters.]
Whatever. This's Wonderland, you can't do Wonderland without hookahs. And since the caterpillar's like majorly slacking in the pipe department I figured somebody's gotta hook it up.

[There's a stereo, too, but he doesn't really need to say anything about that- it's loud enough that anyone watching will undoubtedly be able to hear the sick tunes he's got playing. Is it anything resembling the right genre for the atmosphere?  Of course not, but Jesse gives zero fucks about that.  AND THAT SOUND QUALITY. You're welcome.  

He turns back to grin at the camera.]

So come smoke it up, bitches! Eighth floor, yo, open for business free of charge. No cover.

[Aaaand he cuts the feed there. Time to try these suckers out... For quality control purposes, you understand.  He'll be around for a while, though once his lungs get tired of the abuse he'll probably be stretched out on one of those couches and cranking that dope sound system way, way up.]
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[personal profile] hypercompetent
Man, okay, when I made a zombie contingency plan back in Beacon Hills? I was really not expecting it to actually happen! [ Hello wonderland! Long time no see. Well, not really, but someone's been keeping to himself lately. Stiles appears on the video feed in what looks like one of the prison cells, armed with--is that a baseball bat? That is definitely a baseball bat. He’s not alone, either, and he pans the camera out a little to show Allison Argent sitting with him, a little closer to the door. ]

I'm gonna try to lay it down here as quick as I can, alright? Zombie apocalypse, three rules. [ Three fingers go up. ] I’m not saying I’m an expert or anything but, dude, if you want someone who’s like a walking bestiary? Not me. Walking zombie movie nerd? I so got you.

Stiles, I don’t think-

[ There's a hand wave off screen--he's so got this! ] Right, so, like I was saying, three rules. One, double tap. Like, make sure something's really dead before you go around touching it. In fact, they're freakin' infection riddled corpses, so, better yet, don't touch them at all. And if you have to use something to scatter their brains everywhere, go for a knife or a club or, as I've been reliably informed in past situations, a metal bat. Not a wooden one. Those shatter.

Or, you know, if you don’t have the choice-

[ Not that he would know that or anything. TRUCKING ON. ] But like, guns and shit take more time to reload, and then if you run out of ammo you're boned. Unless you’re Allison, because she could probably shoot out a zombie’s eye from a moving truck, Kate Bishop style. [ And throwing a grin at her, yep.

to which she is kind of just rolling her eyes. not that the video feed can see, of course, but she is. ]

Two, uh, don't stop moving if you get the chance--I mean, anything's safe, yeah, but it's not safe forever. It's ten times easier for the Night of the Living Dead to go all gungho in your body parts if you're making a camp where you sit around and sing kumbaya every now and then.

And three, you remember all those like really horrible ironic shirts about duct tape? It literally does fix anything, just--call me a knight in shining armor. [ He flashes a little bit of a grin to the screen and offers his arms, covered in silver tape up to just before his elbows. ] It's hard to get through duct tape with a knife, and it's not gonna be a perfect fix, but it might buy you some time. And I mean, it's kind of awkward and sticky at first? But you get used to it.

[ There's a two second pause, and he makes a face. ] I definitely didn't think I was going to actually have to go to the frickin' duct tape armor. When this event is over and I rip off all my arm hair it better be worth it.

[ There are a lot more rules than that, actually--things like, if your friend gets bitten you have to be ready to kill them--but Stiles doesn't think he can say that out loud, let alone instruct other people to do it, so he just tries for a lopsided grin and a voice that sounds like his dad's. ] Stick together, and hey, man, when this is over, we can all brag we survived the zombie apocalypse. Jussay--hey!

[ and it’s right then that the video feed gets ripped from stiles’ hands. there’s a lot of movement, and some muffled arguing, and when the feed does finally come to it looks like allison is arguing with someone (stiles) off-screen ]

No, Stiles, seriously- [ right, camera feed, allison gives an awkward smile to the video, a quick glance to stiles offscreen, and then she’s back. ] Not to, you know, discredit what Stiles said or anything-

[ but she is. kinda. just a little. ]

Because it was totally fine! [ He pipes up from the background, but more put out than angry. ]

Find something that doesn’t need ammo- like he was talking about the baseball bat. Honestly, a pipe or a stick that’s thick enough that it won’t break. Doesn’t have to be a bat. [ have another look, stiles. (To which she immediately receives one in return, because he and this bat have been through some trusty times that almost worked together, thank you very much!) ] Don’t let them bite you, and don’t ingest any kind of liquid from them. Cover as much of yourself as you can. I’m not sure exactly how these zombies- [ stiles your snicker isn’t appreciated thank you ] work, but whatever happens don’t let them bite you. Long sleeves, duct tape, whatever. Also- [ what allison holds up is a long-bow, and she carries it like she knows what she’s doing. she gives a look to the camera like yes okay I carry a bow around with me what are you going to do about it before she sets it done. ] Anything long-range will help, a lot. Stay as far away from them as you can but don’t be afraid to take them out. Go for the head, or the neck, and keep going.

If you need help, call out. The jail’s not that big and some of us-
[ some, being a key word here ] -will be making rounds, just trying to take out as many of these things as we can. If you need help, just ping me or- [ okay so she’s not as happy about saying this but she goes with it anyway ] Stiles. Either way, we should be able to come help.

[ Stiles nods at her, then at the feed, waving two fingers at it, tone a little sarcastic. ] So basically, guys, just try not to act like your typical white-male-jock-horror-movie-protag, and you'll be ace. Keep your heads up. [ And with that, he cuts the feed. ]

private texts )
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[personal profile] symbolised
[A girl with braided brown hair and grey eyes appears on screen. In the background is the stables, so she's facing the mansion. She arrived last night, woke up nearly drowning in the pool and pulled herself out. This isn't like any arena she's ever seen. There's no precedent for this. Usually you're out in the open, not in a gigantic mansion. She assumed, for awhile, that they'd just changed everything on her, or captured her, took her to the Capitol to kill her in private. Or torture her.

But she was able to break out too easily. She didn't see any Peacekeepers and if she was as dangerous as Snow thought, she knew she would've been chained to something. So she's been kidnapped by someone else. She has no idea how they did it-- how they intercepted her between the time she started moving toward the arena and before she got there. She doesn't understand it. She can't even imagine what's happening to her family while she's here. To Gale. To Peeta.

She needs to get out.

So, her face appears on the screen, and it's set-- determined.

If anyone can hear me, my name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm from District 12, and I need to get back. People depend on it.

[Short and sweet and to the point.]


Nov. 13th, 2013 09:08 pm
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[When Ianto appears on the screen he is not the put-together image that he usually makes. In fact, he's quite the opposite. His face all flushed, his suit all rumpled with his shirt...covered in coffee. And the look on his face is murderous. A machine can be seen on the screen behind him spewing sparks everywhere. And. It might be catching fire every once and a while. Its design is such that it should really only be making one cup of coffee at a time. Instead, the liquid is pouring out of the machine in a steady stream like a fountain, the steam rising from it showing that the liquid is really only just this side of burning. Honestly, it had hurt rather a lot when it had started spewing at him everywhere when he'd tried fighting it for control. It's his coffee machine, his coffee machine. When he speaks... He would be breathing fire if he could be.]

What did you do?
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[Santana's in the music room, because it provides the best acoustics and is also where all the Glee-magic is kept.]

Okay, listen up. I think it's pretty clear that glee club's never gonna be a thing here again. [This makes her a little sad, but she's hiding that.] Which is cool, whatever, considering we all keep dying or almost dying. I get it.

But as stupid as this sounds, I also get that singing is a pretty great way to, I dunno, deal with shit sometimes. And I'm a star, so singing to myself in my room is getting kind of old.

[She smiles the smile of someone that knows they are awesome and you will all deal.]

So. Consider yourself lucky, cause you're getting a free performance.

[And with that, the music starts seemingly out of nowhere, and she sings. It probably loses a little of its ~perfection~ through the devices, and would really be better seen in person, but what can you do. She still sounds great. So love her, dammit.]
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[For a long moment, Remus just sits there at his desk, hands clasped on the table in front of him, eyes cast down and to the side as the weight of what he has to do sinks in ever further. This isn't something he ever foresaw doing, but there are things he knows now that make it impossible for him to continue, without fear and guilt the likes of which he is sick of carrying.]

I'm sorry, please bare with me. This... this is a difficult matter for me to breach.

[He runs his hand through his hair, rubs the back of his neck and finally clears his throat, sitting up a little more. He's always sort of hunched these days.]

Recently... many of us were not ourselves, however much we may have appeared to be.We were taken over, some of us overcome, by forces not of our own control or will, and these... others... they were able to see and use some of our own memories and knowledge. 

I need you to understand, before I do this, that it is that which I fear may bring harm to others... more than the information I wish to share. You do not need to fear me, or have reason to do so, though it will not be.... unreasonable... that you may. But you must know I take every precaution... every care that I can to insure I harm no one. That I am a threat to no one, in so far as I can control the circumstances. And that I am working on insuring this, further.

But if something like this happens again, and that control is stripped of me. All I can do to protect you, is to make sure you are prepared for what you may face.

[His hands are clasped again, clenching and unclenching. He worries his lip with his teeth an takes a breath. This is a confession he does not take lightly and has so rarely shared with any one that it feels as if he is ripping open his chest to expose his heart for a killing blow. But the people here have enough problems without this extra danger going unknown. This place is too unpredictable to keep his secret locked where it could cost someone their life.]

I am a werewolf.

[No four words have ever been so freeing. So damning. And he is prepared to face the fall out that will come with his confession.]

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[personal profile] lowkeyangel
[Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.

Or out. Gabriel's been sort of keeping to himself after getting his mind back. While the other guy had never really taken over, he'd spent plenty of time talking. He'd almost gotten tired of his own voice. Luckily, that tragedy had been averted by the ending of the event, so he's able to click on a feed from where he's sitting on the mansion grounds. The phone's on the ground, and in the other hand is a decent-size slingshot. Laying next to him is a good stack of sock monkeys that scream in mid-air — who are, in this case, ammunition.

But he's taking a break from getting sock monkeys on the roof.]

So, what did we all learn from having a bunch of crazy people in our heads? Anything good? Secrets of the universe, lottery numbers, colors you look better in?
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[personal profile] aerodynamically
This place sucks. Badly.

[ He's lashing out. Lydia is gone. He's irritated that Allison is trying to become his best friend and he can't do a thing to bring her back. He can't apologize for letting her die and then leaving her back in their world. He's fucked a lot, but the one thing he held onto was that he didn't hurt Lydia as the Kanima. He didn't hurt her once and he killed her--as himself. It's frustrating and makes Jackson crazy. ]

If you're nuts then I suggest you keep your mountain of baggage away from me. I seriously don't have the time or the energy to care about your two souls becoming one. If you're normal than I'd appreciate being pointed in the right direction of the alcohol. If I'm gonna get through this I wanna be drunk.

[ Short pause. ]

Scratch that--need to be drunk.
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[personal profile] driven
[ when the feed clicks on, it's of allison on her bed. she's looking off to the side, a tad worried. ]

So uh- [ her eyes come back to the feed, and she smiles a little. it's tired and a little sad, but she's trying. ] Two things. One, I'm not sure who all knew Lydia Martin, but she went home.

[ allison's not happy about that. not when she knows what's waiting for her. what she's going to see. but allison's already lived through it, so she can't really say much. this shouldn't really be news to too many of the others from home, seeing as she had gone around asking about lydia before making this announcement.

but then her eyes shift again, back off to the side. what the feed can't see is that allison's staring at the mirror hanging off the door to her closet, where she's had various versions of help me, please written in all different markers and make-up and anything that could be written on a mirror. ]

Secondly, anyone know what's happening in the mirrors? [ she's looking off in that direction and something happens, and it makes allison jump. in a matter of moments she's standing up off the bed and moving over closer to the mirror, turning the feed so that everyone can see it now. what the camera can see is that the mirror looks broken, almost shattered, but when allison reaches out to touch it, the pads of her fingers move smooth over the glass. ] Or better question- do we know if it'll stay over there?

[ and that's where she ends it. ]


so uh
about that talk?


you busy?

PRIVATE TEXT TO » Jackson Whittemore

I don't really know what's up with you
but we should talk. or hang out. or something.
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[personal profile] aerodynamically
[ The feed cuts on to reveal the ground. Tall blades of grass stay in focus, but a growl cuts through the silence. Shifting and more growling can be heard. The camera shakes as it's lifted from the grass. It finally catches a glimpse of skin. A hip bone? The camera pans up a bare chest slowly until Jackson is looking at the screen. Bright blue eyes looking incredibly wild. There's no one here to bring him back from his first werewolf shift. Lydia's not in sight and he can't hear her voice. Her key is missing and he doesn't know how to control this. He's a fully formed wolf now and he certainly doesn't look happy about it at all.

He growls once more at it and hears a noise. He whirls around to find the source, but can't make it out from this distance. He drops the communicator eventually. It's the sky now. It doesn't matter to Jackson that he's naked or that he's no longer in the warehouse. Or maybe it does matter. Maybe it's the lack of familiarity that has Jackson pushing forward and wanting to run away from the still running feed. He's not going to stick around and discover more problems so he runs. He looks down at the screen briefly and tilts his head. ]
--Lydia? [ Are the only words he speaks. She's the last thing he remembers before the shift started. His voice is rough and animal. It doesn't sound human. It's more of a growl than anything else.

It catches one last glimpse of Jackson as he runs from the camera. It's unclear where he's headed. He could he heading for the house or he could be trying to find refuge somewhere in the woods. None of these things are good ideas, but it's clear that Jackson isn't in control of anything that he's doing right now. He's finally received the gift that he's always wanted. He's accepted the bite, but his control has been swapped out.]

note: he can't respond via video, but you're welcome to notice it via video and transfer to action. it's a weird tag. come hunt the rampaging wolfman.


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