[For at least a few minutes after it clicks on, the feed systematically flips between audio, video, audio, and then turns off altogether as Moore plays with the device, before it turns back onto the video feed and settles back on the colonel. She's ditched her uniform jacket for only the plain white undershirt and khakis, and looks thoughtful as ( Read more... )

[Hello again, Icarus. Emma's broadcasting from inside her apartment and has even more strange news to report to anyone watching ( Read more... )

[well, first thing's first, there's a bit of cursing and a bit of shuffling, clicking, the sounds of someone prodding at and investigating the little device. strange little piece of tech though it is, with her own radio getting nothing but dead static anymore she has to try and make use of the next best thing.]

Ranger Grant, this is Colonel Moore, ( Read more... )

[Sorry, Icarus. No view of the recently transformed city. Emma figures everyone can see that, so instead the camera focuses on her looking displeased with current events ( Read more... )

[ rojo's set up somewhere - it's hard to tell where, given that the communicator is lying on whatever surface he's sitting on, offering only a view of him as he tends to his rifle and the sky above. he's singing something to himself softly in spanish, and if he's aware of the feed being on, he doesn't show it ( Read more... )

[All the devastation around here sure feels familiar. Raccoon City, El Pueblo, Harvardville - Leon's seen plenty of cities go down like this before. As such, he's rather calm about the whole ordeal. How exactly he got here was a mystery, but it seemed almost inevitable that wherever bad things were happening, he would get sucked into it somehow. ( Read more... )

[Emma’s standing on the sidewalk in the Rich District, a block or so down from what she had thought of, until this morning at least, as her house. The feed shows the comings and goings of the various people who decided to appear this morning and flood the entire city ( Read more... )

[The camera flickers on, showing a girl, barely 18 but wearing combat gear and a tan vest with a red cross, awakening slowly and groaning. She turns, stops, checks herself, and picks up a broken walkie-talkie that had been lying just under her hip. She pokes at it and sighs. Broken. She looks around, fear of the unfamiliar location growing in ( Read more... )

[despite his usual nature, the young man on the screen doesn't look amused right now. might have a lot to do with the state he had been in just moments before landing here- but he's looking more composed than he had been a moment ago. much less freaked out, at least. his hood is thankfully pushed back so everyone can see this- even if it is still ( Read more... )

[There's some beeping sounds and mumbled curses coming through as The Boss hits several random buttons on the communicator. The device is much more high tech than what she's used to, even in the military.]

Tch, what kind of radio needs more than a few buttons...

[Finally, she thinks she's pressed the right one, and she speaks experimentally at ( Read more... )