[ When the sound clicks on it's nothing but a bit of scraping (like gravel against metal), followed by a long stretch of silence.  Eventually there's ragged breathing as the microphone is brought close to Nigel's mouth.  There's the audible chatter of teeth, but when Nigel speaks, his voice is (for the most part) even.  The tone is a bit distant, ( Read more... )

It's my understanding that there are a number of the imPorted who have undergone the so-called resurrection process.  If there those among you who are wiling to talk about your experiences, I have a few questions.

( ENCRYPTED to KATURIAN KATURIAN; )

[ When the picture comes on, it's Nigel grinning brightly into the camera. He seems a little breathless for some reason -- his cheeks ruddy and flushed, his bangs plastered slightly down into his forehead. There is a smudge of something along the line of his jaw. He rubs at it with the back of a gloved hand before moving to snap the dirty latex ( Read more... )

[ This afternoon, a package has been personally delivered to whatever temporary address is listed for Dr. Angelina Einstellsehn since her release from incarceration. It is an innocuous-looking medium sized parcel, wrapped in brown paper and then tied with plain twine. There is a small envelope affixed with Dr. Einstellsehn's name written on it in ( Read more... )

[ There's the sound of traffic and people -- the noise of the street -- that after a while cuts off as Nigel apparently moves indoors.  The previous noise is just a soft murmur in the background now and when Nigel speaks, his sounds rather cross. ]

So.  I've purchased the flowers.  Any other suggestions, Jack?

I am looking for one Mr. Edward Nygma.

Might one point me in the right direction, perhaps?

[ When the picture comes into focus, it's Nigel, sitting in what appears to be the sitting room of a random house still dressed in his pajamas.  He looks a bit tired or distracted -- his hair slightly disshelved -- and he's quiet for a long moment before finally speaking, his head tilting to one side as he addresses the camera, somewhat blankly.  ] ( Read more... )

[ The communicator clicks on and there is a few seconds of white noise, the sound of air passing through the microphone and nothing more. Eventually, though, somebody clears his throat quietly and a young man with a deep voice begins to speak. He’s British and sounds well-educated. There is a strangeness to his voice which is hard to put a ( Read more... )