[Backdated to April 29th or thereabouts!]

( Private to River )

[She doesn't look much different at first glance; a little younger, maybe, pale, and her eyes are wide and filled with poorly-concealed fear ( Read more... )

[He sounds just slightly off, some thing is wrong even over the public portion of this feed he can't quite hide it.]

Hey, strange question, any one seen a stray angel runnin' around? Kinda short, nerdy lookin' guy?

( Private to Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle and Anna Milton )

[A flurry of brownish fur fills the screen, then falls away. Apparently a tribble has managed to accidentally activate Anna's tablet.]

[When the feed clears, it reveals her curled up on her bed, all but completely buried in tribbles (and one stuffed platypus) except for her head, shoulders, one arm...and one large, impossibly fluffy, semi- ( Read more... )

[Concurrent with this log.]

( Private to Bobby )

[To say that Anna looks frantic as the feed comes on would be to seriously understate the case. She's crouched near the ground close to the docks, clutching a distinctive, bloodstained silver blade in her hand.]

[Visible in glimpses behind her are strange circular ruts in the earth, and a chunk of the dock itself appears to be missing.]Dean. Sam ( Read more... )

( Private to Bobby )

[Anna is inexplicably dressed in some sort of high-tech flight suit, and looks...petulant. And confused.]Okay. This might sound weird, but...has anybody seen a one-man space fighter type ship sitting around? I've got the strongest feeling I'm supposed to be in one ( Read more... )

[[OOC: Backdated to early the morning of the 25th, after Castiel's accidental post. If it's okay with everyone, can we assume anyone who's posted since didn't catch this transmission and/or was too busy with their own problems to take notice?]]Everyone, please wake up. The apparitions are becoming real. If they have not attacked you yet, assume ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to reveal a pretty, slightly waifish girl with long red hair and large, soulful hazel eyes. She is sitting at the edge of the dock, slightly hunched and looking pale and apprehensive, but also resigned.]

Um. Hi. If anyone's there...could someone please tell me where I am?

I think...something really isn't right.