[It's with fumbling hands that Castiel turns on the tablet. No video; he has enough presence of mind not to put the statue -- the mockery he's managed to look in the face -- on a camera, just in case.]

I can't--

[The tablet drops from nerveless fingers and clatters to the ground. Castiel's voice seems far away, distracted.] I may need help.

[The ( Read more... )

[Rory looks a little harassed, more than a little grim. Judging by the backdrop, he's in the library somewhere.]

The statues following people - they're called the Weeping Angels. They are unbelievably dangerous. Don't let them touch you, and whatever you do, don't look them in the eye. Look at them - they can't move if you do - but don't make ( Read more... )

[River is both outside and at ground level, on the steps leading up to the Library. She peers at the screen for a long moment, expression intent.]

Are we playing Grandmother's Footsteps? I don't think we want the angels to win.

It ain't right. Stone should stay where it's left.

[ The tablet’s turned itself on again and the view displays a skewed view of Capa crouched over at the shore of the River Styx. He’s wearing rubber cleaning gloves while he dips a tupperware bowl into the water, being held by a pair of cooking tongs. No proper equipment here because he didn’t show up with any money, and despite Kainé’s expert ( Read more... )

[John is out of shot, but his voice is clearly tired. He's been watching quietly lately, and he can't stop feeling hungry. When he actually gets the urge to eat three square meals a day, something is very, very wrong ( Read more... )

[[Slightly forward-dated to Monday morning.]]

[The feed turns on to show Castiel frowning and slowly shaking out his hand. He rotates his wrist once before turning his attention to the camera.]

Is anyone experiencing anything... [He trails off, unsure of how to even phrase this and finally, lamely, finishes the sentence.] ...weird?

[He's rather ( Read more... )

[Healed up from her wounds, Ellen stands in the middle of the Roadhouse. The floor is spattered with blood and there are various pools of it all over. Shards of broken mirror and glass are everywhere. She's tired, but firmly resolved, leaning on a well-used pushbroom.]Same offer applies as last time. The Roadhouse needs cleaning up and I can't ( Read more... )

[The feed flicks on when he get's off the boat, the frame filled by a heavy grey woolen coat. It shifts, showing the Ferryman moving back into the darkness, and the sound of someone sighing. He mutters, voice quiet.]

Well... Mab's going to be pissed.

[The angle the spins around to show the mans face. It's Harry. He doesn't look obviously different ( Read more... )

[This, Underworld, is a very accidental video of a very new arrival in the boat trying to have a conversation with a very silent Ferryman. He looks very confused, but mostly annoyed. Not getting answers to his questions? Yeah. It sucks.]

Okay, so who put you up to this? Pepper?

[Nothing.]No, you’re right. That would require her to actually ( Read more... )

[Perhaps he shouldn't have waited so long to send a message. He wasn't used to calling for help when struck by injury. The assumption that even his stunted healing would take care of the deep gashes that suddenly appeared had been... wrong. So very wrong ( Read more... )