Asylum Log I; [Audio]

[psyd_seward]

 [This comes at a rather late hour, and rightly so. Plumb in the middle of the baseball diamond there's a rather suspicious heap of snow, which very well shouldn't have been in a baseball diamond to begin with. In fact, it were remiss to say that it were a heap of snow at all. Had not the full glare of a silvery, luminous moon reflected off of the

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[Voice]

[psyd_seward]

[ Whether due to hallucination or the severe onset of weakness that was afflicted upon him that he was beginning to hear a voice-No, it was unmistakable. There. A voice calling his name!

He gave a right start, and proceeded to call out again in response, hopeful perhaps that this was merely a poorly executed lark, and that he'd soon discover himself on the doorstep of a good friend and companion.

Within moments however Seward was on his feet-if a bit shakily; It could have been the familiarity in which his name was spoken that he was peering all about in earnest, trying to deduce for the expected face he thought to be out there in the darkness somewhere.]

Art..? Is that...you?

[Voice] // Private // Damnably difficult to hack

[psyd_seward]

[In all likelihood it may not have dawned on him the exigency of the situation, though the more probable cause for his mistake was that rather than having to rely solely on the terrible notion that he'd been carried off into another dimension by some ambiguous force that he'd rather entertain that somehow he'd fallen asleep or...It would, at least, afford him a degree of comfort in lieu of acknowledging the reality.

The boy was wiser than his years to advise him so, for the dead seriousness in which the other spoke calmed him immediately. Quickly scanning the expanse of the field the doctor was able to locate these "towered" buildings, quelling the sickening feeling that threatened to overwhelm with any sudden movement.]

Yes. I do. I see them.

[ Voice ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Pitching his voice high ]

OoooOOoooh~!

I've been abducted too! Are you here to saaaaaave me?

[ Voice ] Oh god...

[psyd_seward]

H...hah?!

[ What...in the name of...?! Bolting upright faster than a frightened deer the good doctor winced at the ear-splitting screech of discordant sound that was amplified with a burst of static through the receiver.

He threw up his hands to shield his ears until it dispersed, his entire frame tensing with alarm. Whatever that was, it couldn't have boded well.]

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[deathknellgrell]

Where aaaaaaaaaaare you?

[ Grell's got a pretty good view of the baseball diamond from his flat. He pushes up his window, cranes his head outside and... waves a handkerchief ]

The monsters! Watch out! Or they'll ~EAT~ you!

[ Voice ] --> [ Action ] Oh dear.

[psyd_seward]

[Coincidentally he happens to be looking in that general direction, his arm lifting to offer a corresponding wave, though it may have been silly.]

H-here!

[He couldn't see much more than a blur, though the shock of red wasn't all that difficult to make out. It provided something of a general landmark, at any rate.]

M-monsters? What do you mean...Monsters?

[Despite himself he turned about, the crunch of snow nearby making him start.]

...What...What was that?

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[atrumcanis]

no.

[Voice] Oh hey, a Sirius!~ <3

[psyd_seward]

[ The very short burst of electrical signal was very likely to only leave him perplexed, yet the exact meaning of the telegraphy wasn't lost on him.

He grabbed for the slip of paper with the printed telegram, raising a brow.]

No..?

[Voice] OH MY GOD SEWARD you have no idea how excited I am to see this <333

[atrumcanis]

[Oh, very well, switching over to voice.]

"No", we can't hear you. Also works for "no", no one else is here. Handy word, that "no".

[Voice] Oh my.~ I'll try not to disappoint. <3

[psyd_seward]

[You're definitely not helping. And if that's supposed to be a jest, then by god a rather poor one, at that.]

O-oh! I...Honestly can't see how relevant it is at the moment.

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[cowboy_newsie]

Course we can hear you, yeah, you been kidnapped, and stop stutterin' and go inside, you're gonna get sick.

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[psyd_seward]

[ Of course, while this particular remark was indeed sound advice, the man was at this point quite disturbed, if not completely on edge, thoroughly convinced that he must've been feeling the onset of hypothermia. That, or either quite mad.]

Who are you..?

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[cowboy_newsie]

Name's Kelly, Jack Kelly, and I got here-- Christ, three months ago.

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[psyd_seward]

[This one had a bit of an accent..Was he from the Americas?]

John. John Seward.

Do you know what manner of villain would do this?

[Or more importantly: Who?]

[Voice]

[axemeaquestion]

Hi there.

[Voice]

[psyd_seward]

[It would seem the voices were not confined to solely being male, at any rate.

Not that he was likely to take this into account beyond the initial fact, as he'd nearly just stumbled over the radio receiver in his hurry to find the source, nearly falling face-flat into the snow. ]

A-aha..! ..H-hello...

[Voice]

[axemeaquestion]

Whoah--hey, you okay?

[Voice]

[psyd_seward]

[ Was he okay? No...No, definitely not what you'd call "okay" given the circumstances, but it was rather polite of her to ask.]

I-it's rather c ol d...p l e....se......o.n....

[The signal began to distort, and then cut out for a short interval altogether. Evidently his "NV" device wasn't too happy about the snow.]

I'm not sure where I am.