[Oh boy, oh boy, everyone's communicators are revving on automatically again, and you know what that means! A flanged but unmistakeably feminine voice which everyone should be familiar with at this point crackles on in, echoing and almost chipper.]

You know, you really should keep a closer eye on who you let into the clubhouse. It's gotten a ( Read more... )

[The video opens on a girl, high-school age, sitting at a desk. She's looking down into the camera, almost as if to make herself look taller, or perhaps simply because this is the only position she could angle it without the communicator falling over mid-broadcast. She's no one you'd recognize, and neither is the communicator number. (Alas, it is ( Read more... )

[A neutral, digitally-created female voice speaks. This message is spoken in English, but there are many like it utilizing various global languages. They can be found anywhere, everywhere: on the internet, on television, on the radio.People of the world: now is the time for change. Now is the time for renewal. For too long, we have been at the ( Read more... )

[A pleasant looking man grins broadly at the screen, talking with sincere enthusiasm. He's standing outside the Lincoln Memorial.]

-- Channel Four is proud to be the first to present this earth-shattering breaking story: our very first, wholly-government approved superhero team, Codename: M.A.J.E.S.T.Y. These eleven individuals are of imPort origin ( Read more... )

[You might be chatting to a dear friend. Or reading the morning paper. Or sleeping in. Or delighting in a bowl of your favorite cereal. But wherever you are, whatever you're doing, this filters in through your communicator. It's a montage of words, of voices stolen from various media. The television, the radio, clips on the internet. Whatever you' ( Read more... )

[A blank wall. Or a backdrop. Suddenly, the shadow of a girl with a giant bow in her hair, wearing a short skirt and puff-sleeve blouse, marches into view.]

Extra! Extra!

[And now she's holding up a frame, peering through. The shadow with the braid, B-ko, appears with clasped hands.]Mirror mirror on the wall, please tell me how my hair looks ( Read more... )

[A blank wall. Or a backdrop. Suddenly, the shadow of a girl with a jaunty ponytail, wearing a short skirt and puff-sleeve blouse, marches into view.]

Extra! Extra!

[And then there were two. Ponytail and pigtails. C-ko and B-ko. The Kashira Players are mixing it up. B-ko waves a sheaf of paper high in the air.]At last, my vision shall come to ( Read more... )

[The reporter standing in front of the camera--white, thirtyish, nondescript, and ashen-faced--is surrounded by a group of people who are very much freaking out; he's shouting into his mouthpiece to ensure that he's heard.]--so far an estimated 63 dead and 147 injured, Katherine, and that isn't counting the people who have not yet been found. ( Read more... )

[Early in the afternoon, all the communicators flash to life with a buzz and a crackle. If you've been here for any measure of time, this should be fairly familiar. However, this isn't the kind of forced listening with obtuse references and false clues. In fact, there's no spoken audio at all! Just a little electronic chime, which plays the bars of ( Read more... )

[Standing at a podium is the Mayor of the City, or, as our NPC guide calls him, smallfatman.jpg. His wife is standing beside him, looking completely stonefaced in her stylish pantsuit. She is probably extremely pissed.]Good afternoon, City ( Read more... )