[Like other initial posts to the network, the feed is obviously accidental at first. One bleached-blond man is peering at the tablet, turning it this way and that and glancing warily around him now and again.]

... Well, this is unexpected.

[Elena has on her serious business face this Halloween. She's still showing slight signs of paleness from what was another bout of 'sickness' but she's clearly strong enough to be out of the clinic and back in her own apartment.]It turns out the 'illness' I had before came back - unfortunately, I found out it's not caused by bad food or a nasty ( Read more... )

[Video opens on a ceiling. That's about it, really. Some smoke wafts about on the screen from time to time, but it's still, really, just a ceiling. John's voice comes from the side.You know...waaaay back when I first got here, I addressed everyone here as assholes. Some brat with a superiority complex called me out on it, but it didn't do much. ( Read more... )

[The video turns on abruptly, jostled as Leppard jumps onto the table and lands almost directly on it. There's a muttered "oh" and the metallic clattering of a fork dropping. As his cat moves away from the feed, the viewer is afforded a view of the table ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on abruptly as the tablet collides with a wall. It drops to the floor, the clattering warring with the furious yell to be heard. Nothing is seen of Castiel, and the feed only shows the wall and baseboard.]

Leave me alone.

[There's another furious crash off-screen, then too-still silence.]

[[ooc;; the end-game is reserved for ( Read more... )

[Feed opens on what appears to be a cozy library of sorts, a fire flickering brightly in the fireplace. One wouldn't be alone if one felt chilly and timid at the sight, however ( Read more... )

[Feed opens to John...singing. In his best falsetto, one may recognize Led Zeppelin's "Black Dog." He's also fiddling with something in a frying pan.

Not only is he singing, he's also doing the instrumental parts as they crop up. He's got no good voice to speak of, but it's not entirely terrible.

Just a bit terrible.]

Oh yeah, ohh ohh ohh

[What ( Read more... )

( [Locked from Vlad] )

[The feed opens on the docks, the docks where all in the Underworld first found themselves. A fine, dapper man is moving out of the small boat and onto the shore. A man in Victorian garb, his outfit a fabulous shade of gray, his gloves matching, everything complimenting each other from shoes to top hat. Dark hair curls near his shoulders, the back ( Read more... )

[When the video clicks on it's to reveal Gabriel, hair slightly mussed, sitting lazily on his couch. The tablet must be propped up on his coffee table, because the shot is a wide one that shows off his bright red boxers and pristine white wife beater. Completely ignorant to the goings-on of the past several weeks, he cracks a grin and slouches ( Read more... )