[It's stuck to the freezer door of the fridge, on a full-sized sheet of paper despite being so short, so as to be very visible. It's been penned in black ink; crowded cursive.]

I will be away the day.

V

[V seems to be broadcasting from somewhere within his museum, given the bare stonework wall he stands before. His movements are minimal, his apparent attitude subdued; his voice, when he speaks, is without its usual hint of good humour.]

Citizens of Nautilus, I am to inform you of another casualty counted, and one close call.

[V bows his head ( Read more... )

[The video is unremarkable; V’s seated at the Shadow Gallery’s small kitchen table, with what appears to be a trophy at his elbow. The cup of the trophy is filled with flowers, and although Kant is nosing at them, V ignores both the bouquet and robotic bird.]

Skyfire? I would like a word with you, if your schedule seems fairly free for the near

[V stands before the camera, nothing but beach behind him.]

Good evening, Nautilus.

The date means nothing to many, but it is an event making this address appropriate; it marks the effort of a few men---arguably ordinary men---expended in an extraordinary endeavor. Not one of them knew whether or not they would succeed, although all were well ( Read more... )

[Mitham turns on the feed, V is visible standing behind him, as though waiting. Mitham seems to have a permanent little grin on his face.]

Hey everyone, I know I just got back, but I'm leaving again for a bit. You see...

I'm getting married back home, so...I'll be away for a bit. I came back so I could invite anyone that might be interested in ( Read more... )

[With the exception of whichever Wakened (if any) who have remained entirely isolated since stumbling into Nautilus, the city's citizens will have received invitations handwritten on heavy pale orange paper, presumably delivered at an ungodly hour. They read:]

'You are cordially invited to a costume party
Held this October 31st, at the Fibonacci ( Read more... )

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[The feed opens with a brief rustle and a light thump; the familiar fffrrreppuh of a book being dropped. It remains on an angle due to the increasingly uneven Eastern ground, and shows black boots, a corner of cloak: V walking away, to where the museum once was. He stops after several paces, presumably to stare, hands forming fists so tight an ( Read more... )

Rion, Wheeljack, Mitham? I would have your help.

Rion; might you meet with me?

Wheeljack, Mitham; if you would search the North and South for anything unusual---from strange Bending patterns to the more mundane---I would appreciate it.

[It’s late enough to be ‘early’ as the camera shows the streets of the Northern District, obscured only by ordinary fog. Two dark figures come into view, moving slowly east-southeast. One of them may be identified by the sound of his bootheels and the other by the bright red light bouncing back and forth across the front of his prow even before ( Read more... )