( [[Video//Locked to Fletcher, Fakir, Allen, & Sora//40% unhackable]] )

Komui has granted us use of room 3A for the public distribution of substances to lower one's heart rate and ensure calm. We have produced a rather large quantity of opium for this purpose. This is a drug and is, as such, addictive. After this week I will be happy to supply what I can to assist people through any withdrawals but that is a far more ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to show a rather harried looking teen. Russell's hair is a little disheveled as if he's been running his hands through it, a nervous habit he forced himself to stop years ago but given the circumstances he'll allow anything that will help keep him calm...ish.]

Well it seems rather obvious that if anyone gets too worked up this ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on with a thick wet squelching sound as the device slips from Russell's hand to drop into the mud. He'd seen Gaara's post and of course had immediately had to come down and see just what they'd done. He'd been hiding most of the week, unwilling to be seen in the clothing the Doctors had stuck him in. Clothing that matches his emo ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to show a rather frazzled alchemist. He's been locked away in his room working now that his powers are back, only taking the absolutely necessary breaks (and those only because he didn't want to worry Fletcher). There's smudges of charcoal on his hands and face, the imprint of part of a transmutation circle actually printed on ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to show a wide expanse of table upon which are samples of a large number of the plants that have been assaulting people.]

If I can have everyone's attention. All of the items laid out here are poisonous. These [His hand comes into view, pointing to a few clustered in the top corner of the desk.] Are non lethal and really more of ( Read more... )

[The feed snaps on with a crash, the video spinning dizzily as the device falls. It was obviously just thrown and now it tumbles to the floor, its impact with the wall having turned it on. Russell is kneeling in the corner of his room, the door at his back, head bowed and he looks like he's trying very hard not to cry. Trying... and failing. The ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on in a trembling hand, whether it's the twitching or Russell's anger is unclear but the blond is absolutely furious. He's standing at the front of the hall leading back into the research labs he's been holed up in with Fakir, the wreckage of Rolling Hills before him. Trees have been crushed by the collapsing ceiling, the end of ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on, a hand slapping down over it to stop it rattling. Russell is crouched on the floor just inside a door, back pressed firmly against the wall. The door is broken, giving a clear view of the hall outside. The floor shudders as a Big Daddy thunders closer. The Big Daddy disappears around a corner with a groan and the blond breathes ( Read more... )

[When the feed cuts on it's obviously unintentional, Russell's hand holding the device a little awkwardly so he's not blocking the view of the keypad. Unfortunately his hold also blocks the light to tell him it's recording. He leans over a little, pointing to one of the buttons as he speaks. Ironically enough explaining how to lock a post while ( Read more... )