[There's the rustling of paper, and the scrape of something scaled across metal, along with a sharp, surprised inhalation.]

[... more rustling. As if someone were looking around.]

Hello? [Then, quieter:] Oh, this can't be good ( Read more... )

[Eventually she will figure out how to work this stupid device and get it off video. But she's out and about, and it's the park that she's wondering this time, bundled up as she is.]

Has anyone else noticed something strange? Like a faint presence?

[She looks away briefly, face disappearing into the shadow of her hood.]

As if you are being

[Here Abax, have a video display of a pile of vending machine peanut butter crackers and a small stash of oranges. They're all kept in what looks like a drawer but otherwise are singularly unremarkable ( Read more... )

How exciting! Something happened and we all got a sore head! And a park appeared?

Not important, not even that little glowing tree is important.

What is, is who wants to play a game? I like the idea of a game of tag. Oooh or manhunt! No. Tag.

[So Cesare had been here for a while, mostly exploring the city and watching video streams on his phone- once he figured out how to work it, more or less, of course. The phone was tossed at walls and punched a few times, but that was the least of the damage. He still wasn't sure what all this technology business was about because 15th century ( Read more... )

[Greetings, new members of Abax City. Have one Erik Lehnsherr watching the screen of his phone, propped up on a table. He's seated, hands sitting easily on his knees, which are splayed out ( Read more... )

[This technology is beyond what he actually knows. Which isn't a whole lot if we're being honest here. But he's played around enough to know the very basic functions, at least he hopes he has. Cahin has seen other people and has managed to reply to them. He's managed to set up a video feed which shows him on the same bed as when he spoke to ( Read more... )

[When the feed starts up, there's a bored looking brunette just chilling out in a nurse's uniform, reclined on one of the hospital lounges  It's rather vague as to whether she's a staff member or a fellow trapped soul, seeing as she isn't crying or screaming or even nervous. Nope. She's just glancing around as if she's wandered into the wrong room ( Read more... )

*A few hours after having woken up in a freezer of the morgue, Azazel had taken hold of a nice blanket and hospital scrub pants. He holds the blanket close around himself and fiddles with the odd communication device before it flickers on with video feed. It must be some kind of communication device. Wireless. Impressive. Years ahead of Azazel's ( Read more... )

Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you were knocked out. Maybe you were in the middle of a fight, maybe you don't even remember what you were doing at all. But regardless, you remember the darkness. It's crushing, all-encompassing. It fills your lungs and presses it's weight down on your shoulders, suffocating, overwhelming. It's so dark you can't tell ( Read more... )