[The feed comes to life and there is some shuffling as a small set of hands set the piece of technology up upon a surface. It's strange considering the device that it is coming from, but it soon becomes clear that this is not the Timothy that normally, though rarely, graces the network. When a face does appear, what the view is greeted with is a ( Read more... )

[The feed comes to life and the viewer is greeted to what looks to be a miniature set up of a stage utilizing the top of the desk and a curtain made of bed linen. It takes a moment for it to slide into focus as Jonathon Cordon peeks out from over the side of the surface while Timothy moves from behind the camera to sit down next to him. Both of ( Read more... )

[He woke up in his room but instinct brought him to his feet and down the halls. Everything was a blur, if felt unreal after having slept that long but when the feed cuts on he’s not in his own room. When it finally comes into focus there is a fuzzy monstrosity blocking the few, sniffing at the device before he’s suddenly picked up and removed. ( Read more... )

[Timothy's been quiet lately but now is a better time than ever to speak up again after lobotomy week and heading onward into this current disaster. Funnily enough, the issue he is that he can't speak as he is missing his larynx, so that makes things a little difficult. He looks quietly determined if not a bit concerned, brows knitted together. ( Read more... )

[The voice comes in and it's not completely clear, disoriented at most. Back from the dead after a week, Timothy is in his room still in pain from the wounds but the poison is out of his system. The cut on his face is still nasty and will likely scar along with the welts of once heavily infected hits from the spines of plants that occurred before ( Read more... )

hlp. Suite 32C.

[The text coming from the device is unlike how the user normally communicates aesthetically via text but he cannot help but fumble through the motions as he can barely move his hands. Allowing it to drop from his hold though, it hits the floor and suddenly with a bit of static video comes to life. A view from the ground up, Timothy ( Read more... )

[The feed opens with a shot of Accelerator sleeping on a couch in the cape hideout, clutching a pillow. Apparently after dealing with the Reavers he immediately headed back to take a nap. He's mumbling in his sleep.]

Last...Order...

[Bucky walks into view, wearing civilian clothes and looking a little beaten up. Exhausted, he takes a seat on the edge ( Read more... )

[The device switches on and the camera view shifts as if someone is holding it but upon focus, it is clear the owner of the piece of equipment is nowhere around. He’s standing in the middle of the room, hands on the back of his head as he paces, back and forth in a circle for a moment and then the nearest item becomes the focus of his apparent ( Read more... )

[The feed flickers to life and it's Timothy sitting at his desk, tie loose around his neck, jacket draped over his shoulders. He looks tired, dark circles under his eyes that are obvious but when any individual spends a week worrying themselves sick over a handful of dear friends that have turned miniature, it's to be expected. The beginning of ( Read more... )

PRIVATE TEXT TO TIM DRAKE-WAYNE 09:12PM ► Tim, hey--it's Timothy. If you're inside your suite I could use your help right about now.

No, by the way--I'm not infected but this could change in the next five minutes.

( CONTINUED FROM TUESDAY 09:58PM to WEDNESDAY 09:05PM )