Adstringéndum NPC

[ there is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]

lookup lookup

can'tlookusintheeye

lookup lookup you're here until you

Look! Sight your sets!

there'snothingonyourplate

We will ENHANCE the skies!

[ there is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]

sothatwas

subtle

B~O~R~I~N~G~!~

time to give thanks

forOBVIOUS

[ there is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]


littlegift

just a token

part of us

take a bite~?

so secure

hiding/sleeping

inyourWALLS

~Rockabyebaby on the treetop~

now the bow BREAKS

downheFALLS



[[ooc: All characters are now in the dorms.]]

[There's a genial voice over the network. Those who have been here before will recognize it as belonging to Professor Andrew Johnson.]

I'm not sure I'm understanding. You guys are upset about being stuck here, but then when we get a great many of you home, you're upset? Don't you all want to get home too? Talk to me. We're trying to do what we can. But if you keep changing your minds... Well, there's really not much we can do to redirect the process, since we can't figure out how to target and send specific people home. But we could stop everything and try to figure out directing.

[The PCD turns on, and it's at an odd angle as if it's been knocked into. At first, all that can be heard is some humming, and the PCD only shows a sink (filled with ice?) and a heatlamp. A few moments later Caroline dances into the scene.]

And one more test for you!

[She's holding a blanket that looks similar to what was distrubuted earlier. It's currently a brownish-green. She places it under the heatlamp and holds it there for a few moments, humming "Wild Child" by Enya. When she pulls the blanket back and looks at it, the portion that was heated is clearly red-brown.]

Yes!

[Clearly enthused, Caroline dunks the blanket in the ice water, pulling her hands out and shaking them off while she waits. When she pulls it back out, it's a vibrant green.]

And I thought it would be difficult.

[Giggling, she twirls with the blanket, which knocks a stack of books into the PCD. As the PCD tumbles, she's heard to say "Oops." The feed times out.]

[ there is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]

what is

reality?

Not you

maybeus!

[Donna’s voice is cold, smirking.

That’s better. Now, I was wondering, is this really the way you want to set up a meeting? Sending your people in yet again? At least he and his followers were only foolish enough to pursue the Animus.

We’ve heard your requests for a meeting, and we’re considering it. But there are a lot of things to be sorted out first. The biggest question is who guarantees our safety? We’ve gotten some talk, but not a great deal. We need assurances.

[She chuckles shortly.]

Maybe a bigger question is who would even attend if it was about talk instead of fighting. Most of you seem only intelligent enough to know which end of a stick is the pointy one.

Ta-ta, do let me know.

[The feed switches off.]

[ there is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]

so the toys

want to

PLAY?

nowyou'lllearn

the price.

stupidtoys, stupidtoys, Igettosquish~stupidtoys~


[[ooc: This marks the beginning of A Touch of Death. Keep in mind that the Animus are angry and focused for once - all prices must hurt.]]

[ there is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]

Heeheeeee~~

Didn'tthinkitdactuallyworkdidyou

he died too quickly

deserved it

just wanted

to warn you

no one can challenge us!

[ the feed cuts off abruptly ]

MEMORANDUM

To: All departments, Guards
From: The Chairman
Re: Safety

Greetings.

Cease and desist all video posting this instant. No more mentions of full names will be given. Refer to yourself by rank at all times in case of equipment malfunctions.

Any idiot that forgets this deserves what they’ll get. And if they don’t get it, I’ll give it to them myself.

[Bao Ying is standing, looking into the PCD. She looks composed, calm.]

Greetings again. This time I have different questions, ones I don't think will be so... sensitive.

I've been asking some questions, since seeing the look of the outer area. It's far more run down than I was lead to believe. So I've been granted permission to use some of my men to assist some of the worse areas.

If you would be kind enough to state what areas need the most repair, that would help us to help you. Oh, and if there's a better time to show up at. Every suggestion will be weighed based on the giver; I'm not about to walk myself or my men into anything that even might be a trap. I'd suggest using the... filters? for your responses.

Thank you in advance.

[She reaches up and there's a quick burst of static before the PCD switches off. She's still learning how to use it, after all.]

[A handwritten note has been left at the location Allelujah and Lockon have been working on building housing at. It will be found by either Allelujah or Lockon. It's on plain paper, in a rather elegant and careful hand. The name at the end is signed in cursive English as well as Chinese characters.]

Mr. Stratos and Mr. Haptism,

I ask that you burn this after you read it, whether or not you care to work with me.

I've dug into things here, and only have more questions. I need to speak to you or other Outsiders arrivals from the various worlds. I need to determine how much of what I know from the scientists is a lie.

I will post to the device within the week. If you wish to help me, work a location and time into your reply. If you do not, I ask that you either contact Unohana Retsu, Negi Springfield, or Lelouch Lamperouge and see if one of them is willing to work with me. If you choose not to, I won't bother you with future contact attempts.

Thank you.
Bao Ying

[ there is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before a ghostly voice seeps through the communication lines ]

uglywords

boring words

samewordsoverandover

gonna make them

PRETTY

[Two feet are sticking out underneath a desk. A moment passes, and Matthew walks into the scene.]

Greg.

[There's no response.]

Dumbass.

[There's still no answer, so Matthew kicks the feet. There's a thunking noise and Greg comes out from under the desk, looking annoyed.]

I was busy!

[Matthew shrugs.] I just found half the blankets.

[Greg is glaring at his cousin.] I hit my... what?

In the second warehouse. Twenty five of the blankets are sitting in the back.

[Greg blinks.] Why?

[Matthew shakes his head.] A better question might be who.

Who?

Why are you asking me?

You said... Look. [Greg gets up from the floor, sitting on a chair.] Who all knew we were doing that?

[Matthew holds up three fingers and counts them off.] You, me, botanist. And botanist couldn't carry that many. Besides, she's working on making new ones that change color.

No, she cou-- [Greg looks confused.] Change color?

[Matthew shrugs.] Someone told her they weren't special enough, so now she's got to make them do useless shit. It's a science thing, you wouldn't--

--Understand, right. [Greg sighs.] I didn't take them back. Did you?

[Matthew shakes his head.] No. It was hard enough to get them out there.

Then...

[Matthew fixes him with a steady look.] Then you didn't code it right, and someone else saw what we said that wasn't supposed to. I think you need to look at your security on that thing, [he gestures at the recording PCD], and... oh hell. It's on. It's on.

[Greg bolts across the room and shuts off the video feed.]

[The image is Bao Ying again. This time she's a bit calmer, but it's clear she's still on a mission.]

My lieutenant woke up, and has identified the voice of the kidnapper from past posts on the network.

Please turn over Mello.

He abducted Cosgrave, shot him, injected him with an agent when Patrick did not give satisfactory answers, and murdered my lieutenant, who now cannot remember his fiance.

No one else will be pursued, though Patrick believes at least one other was there. Turn over the one responsible, and we also will not come out into the city.


[[ooc: A little bit of OOC info here - Bao's voice is confident because she believes this is the truth. There won't be any 'tells' or anything; she's telling the truth as she knows it.]]

[ there is a static hum on everyone's palm pilot, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]

'twas the night before christmas



and all through the house



not a creature was stirring



not even a mouse.



mice. meeses. mouses.



they squish so nicely~

squishing meeses kissing meeses

don't want ugly kissing meeses. kissing peoples are funny.

Let's do that!

do what?

stuck until they kiss!

lips only!

DONE

[[ooc: You can reply to this post, but they might not respond back. That depends on the scientisting.]]

[There are soldiers suiting up, under the watchful eye of a Chinese woman. She's about medium-height, and fit-looking. Her long hair is up in an ornate bun.]

Is the item set up to transmit yet? I want things to be clear. I do not do sneak attacks.

[A male voice off-camera mutters something that can't be heard clearly. The woman looks into the PCD. Her expression is stern, and her tone of voice is clipped, efficient.]

People of the outside. I am Colonel Bao Ying. I lead the soldiers in this world.

One of you, or more, took one of my men. He's dead, mudered.

You can make this very, very simple. You can hand over the culprit.

Or we can do this the hard way, and we'll be coming into your city for a little visit. We'll find them. It's your choice to cooperate or not. We won't kill innocents, but if anyone tries to start anything, we'll put it down.

You've got a half-hour to decide if you want to hand the guilty party or parties over or not. Then we come out there.

[A video-update twenty minutes later.]

You have been given twenty-four hours. Thank Negi. And discuss.

[There’s a clicking noise, then a burst of static, before a moment of silence. A male voice speaks first, recognizable as Greg’s.] Did it work?

[A female speaks up.] Is it a plant? No. How should I know if it works? Mine got eaten by the Hungry Vine.

[A third voice speaks up, a new male.] He was asking in general, not you, Abbot. And yeah, I think it’s going. But not video. You’re the codemonkey, fix it.

[Greg snorts.] Fixing, fixing, bug boy. You go play with your beetles, I’ll get this… there.

[The video flickers on, showing Greg, Caroline Abbot, and another young man who resembles Greg slightly. ]

[Greg nods happily.] Guess what? We have blankets! [He holds up stiffer-looking greenish-white blankets.] We’re going to share! Abbot can explain!

[Caroline sighs.] They’re plant fiber. I modified the Hungry Vine to have stronger limbs, and—

[The other guy shakes his head.] She’ll talk for hours. Look. Plants became blankets. It’s not good weather for them, but you’ll have them. Anyone wants to pick them up, we already dropped off a load at [x,y]. Outreach and shit, since our PR department is fuc—

Matthew! [Greg’s voice is sharp.] There’s a lady present.

[Caroline blinks, staring at Greg.]

[Matthew snorts.] Fine. Since our PR department is sleeping around instead of making sweet, sweet love to all of y—

[Greg reaches over and shuts the sound of the PCD off. He and Matthew talk for a moment, while Caroline looks very awkward. She plays with a vine that’s crawling up her arm, smiling at it. The boys stop talking, and Greg rolls his eyes and turns the sound back on.]

[Matthew sighs.] The PR department isn’t doing its job. So we’re doing what we can. Better?

[Greg nods, then looks off to the side.] We’ve got to stop transmitting for now. Guard cycles. But we’ll answer questions in a few minutes. It should be safe.

[He smiles, and with a quick wave, he shuts off the PCD.]

[[ooc: There are twenty-five plant-fiber blankets at the location listed.]]

[ there is a static hum on everyone's palm pilot, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]

wantynewtoys

Does that mean we can break these toys?

no. bad! no breaking toys!

gonnamakenewtoys

We blame you.

us?

sure

looknewtoys!

Who gave her the--

[ the feed cuts off abruptly ]