[Slipstream is broadcasting from one of District One's nondescript office spaces. The lighting is unflattering, and her wingtips nearly touch the drop ceiling. She holds in her talons a hoopak: something like a combination walking stick and slingshot. There's a small sales tag hanging from the stick.]Let's say I seem to have come into possession of ( Read more... )

Now that those damned handcuffs are gone, I have information I would like to share ( Read more... )

[The video clicks on to Mordin, frowning down at the finished but not working omni-tool in front of him. He's triple-checked his work and as far as he can tell it's flawless. He's made the appropriate adjustments to the tech he's found and still, nothing. Not a flicker, not a short ( Read more... )

[the video feed clicks on. The cellphone is sitting on its cute little stand on a table, focused on a....

what is that.

It kind of looks like a cat. A cat on two legs. But it's actually a hedgehog. His fur is jet black with red streaks, and the quills on his head are raised in irritation. He has no clothes on at all, and doesn't seem to need them ( 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... )