[The audio clicks on abruplty with a thunk, as if it was dropped and not turned on intentionally. What follows is a good few seconds of chaos-- the sounds of things breaking, being shattered, broken, thrown, stomped on, you name it. Then Gideon's voice comes on over the network. It is shaky and strained and utterly dull.]

She's dead. Mimmi...

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...Want my clothes back.

((OOC: Yes, that's all he has to say. Gideon is missing these clothes, and also his goggles. This thread takes place after this log, which occurred last night.

Still up for grabs: goggles, jacket, shirt, pants, belt, shoes. All done! He greatly appreciates anyone who brought him something.))

[Those who know Gideon may notice that the drummer has been unusually quiet for awhile now. And while it could be chalked up to him simply recuperating from his injury, those who know him well will know that it's entirely unlike him to drop out of contact entirely ( Read more... )

Okay, so judging by recent comm chatter I'm not the only one hearing these... whispers.

Anyone have any clue at all what the hell is going on this time?

Look, uh... turtles. Donnie, Leo, and... Mikey? I know you guys are probably tired of hearing this, and I know no amount of words can make it better, but... I really do feel for you ( Read more... )

[There is a long, shocked pause coming from Gideon's frequency. After awhile, a elderly woman's voice can be heard from his channel-- certainly not the voice of the youthful energetic drummer. And he seems to be pretty freaked out by this.Ah. So. I'm... I'm not exactly myself, and... what the... what the living fuck is going on? This--this is ( Read more... )