So, uh. Kinda weird question. But I gotta ask.

Anyone ever had these weird dreams... but it's like, you know they're not dreams, they're real? And you remember stuff. A lot of stuff. Stuff you didn't remember before.

That's not normal, right? Maybe I got a fever. Maybe I'm sick or totally losin' it but it's, uh, it's not— I mean, it was real. I know it was real.



( [ Private: Mr. Lau ] )

The air tastes of autumn, and all the leaves are starting to turn. And of course Samhain will be arriving soon - I have to gather things sooner this year. If anyone needs apples, there are a few small groves that are overloaded.

Are there any of you who would like your departed included at the festive table? I can add their names to the list.

( [Private to Koizumi] )

( [Private to Captain] )

( [Private to Doctor] )

( [Private to Ukraine] )

( [Left at Marauders' Magic] )

( [Delivered to Natasha by scarlet macaw] )

[ the voice it echos belongs to a young woman using flirty tones and whispering half her words so you have to lean closer to hear it. leaning close enough to the parrot would have it put its beak to your cheek and make kissing sound ]

Isn't sextant such an interesting word? Just rolls right off the tongue. Sextant. Sextant... Seeex-- Oh! I saw it once, you know. All silver and pointy. If I remember where, I'll share. I'm at the corner if you think you can help me jot my memory or come for a chat or something... It's this red sign and my lovely Nina will be out front to direct you.

And for those not bothering with that, how are you? Tired? I'm not tired. You know, I haven't the slightest idea how some of you let yourselves go bored being trapped. Plenty to do here. Plenty to do.

For instance, you could do a girl in a lovely red dress who forgot to put on her frilly undergarments this morning when she took a dip in a hot spring wearing nothing but her ruby earrings. I suppose anyone would get distracted with steam filling the air and hot beads of water rolling down the soft curved skin of her chest while she lustfully puts her eyes towards the handsome gentleman besides her who- [ the parrot continues but flies away on you just as she starts mentioning physical contact. what a tease. ]

[ A large grey parrot has been making its way around town, perching on signs and the corners of roofs. It sings a merry little tune that sounds like whistling, almost as though it's calling for someone. It then says, ]

Little ghost! Little ghost! Why do you skulk around? Little ghost! We're not scared of you, so please come out and play. We won't harm you. Let's be friends, little ghost.

[The parrot does a remarkably good job of reproducing the creaking, echoing sound quality of the space. The singing, while cheerful, is a little creaky as well, and more than a little jaded.]

When I was just a lad looking for my true vocation
My father said "Now son, this choice deserves deliberation
Though you could be a doctor or perhaps a financier
My boy why not consider a more challenging career

Hey ho ho
You'll cruise to foreign shores
And you'll keep your mind and body sound
By working out of doors

[He breaks off with a weary laugh.]

Well. That didn't work out as intended.

So! Did any real marriages come out of that weekend?
Not that the ones that happened were entirely fake. Kate, darling, you're my favorite wife I've had so far and Clara Bishop has such a lovely ring to it but I think we ought to buy dinners for each other first next time. I kept the lingerie that was in that basket, by the way. It matched my eyes.

Anybody do it then? Go proposing and set a date? I sure someone got inspiration to elope out of that.

On a similar note- If you had two pets living in the apartment, did they get married too? Was there a doggie marriage certificate? There should have been. That would've been adorable.

[Aisling is right-side up, but the landscape behind her appears to be upside-down. Completely unbothered by this, she smiles cheekily into the camera, raising her eyebrows.]

So many marriages and it isn't even a festival! They'll have to make a new one, at this rate. If you need a good trysting place, there are plenty that I can show you in my forest if you ask~

[She laughs merrily, far too amused by all of this, and shuts off the feed.]

Who: Rogue and YOU!
What: Rogue thinking and trying to avoid people in general.
When: 8/21
Where: New Brew Coffee

With Summer coming down an end and after all the crazy time traveling stuff that happened last week, Rogue forced herself to get out. She needed to clear her head and think over a few things that didn't involve Remy. She didn't want to start sorting through her feelings over the situation. Rather, she preferred to turn her attention to the fact that school was starting up. Being under a year shy of 18, she had to go. It wasn't something she was looking forward to in the least, but it gave her something to keep her mind sharp and establish some sense of normalcy. She had an idea of what she might have to read and bought two books: Dracula (an all time favorite) and Macbeth.

After purchasing her books she settled down at New Brew, ordered a coffee and started to read Macbeth.

[Lin appears, looking rather battered, bruises blooming beautifully over her cheekbones, a slim layer of gauze taped over her scars, and a long bit of bandage half hidden by the swoop of her hair over her temple. Her eyes are a bit glazed, and when she adjusts her stance it's clear that she has one arm in a sling. When she speaks, it's with a slight blurring of her words and a general air of distraction. It's pretty likely that she's on some painkillers right now.]

Now that the... timelines have resorted themselves, I have three announcements to make.

First... First is a commendation for quick and thorough action by the Avengers and their vigilante allies yesterday. It comes as no surprise, but we have been... remiss in recognizing their efforts.

[The chief nods in what is clearly supposed to be a short, acknowledging sort of way, but mostly winds up looking like she's afraid her head might come off if she's not careful.]

Secondly, while that was going on, the final list of those released has come in. They are as follows:

( Release list )

Any questions concerning these names may be directed... to the police station. The officers and secretary will do their best to answer as fully and clearly as they can.

[Setting down the list, Lin squares her shoulders with a wince and aborts an attempt at a deep breath when it evidently causes her pain.]

This leads me to my third announcement. As of this moment, I am stepping down as chief of police until such time as... my injuries allow me to return to active duty. Officer Koizumi will be similarly relieved of duty. If anyone wishes to visit him, inquire at the hospital. Captain Dangan will be assuming the role of Acting Chief of Police in the interim, and other changes to the roster will be instituted at his discretion. That is all.

[An abrupt motion on her part cuts the feed.]

[From the crazy tilt to the trees, it's clear that the phone was dropped. It's in the forest somewhere, staring across a small clearing, where shifting leaves cast irregular shadows in the moonlight. Everything is quiet, with nothing but the night noises of insects and the occasional owl.

Suddenly something moves between nearby trees: pale, tall - six feet and more - and spindly, almost wispy in it's frailty. It's humanoid, only there for a second, but moves as if in pain. A ghost?

Aisling comes around another tree several meters closer to the camera, a hand to her temple and looking drawn. Ducking her head and exhaling shakily, she pauses and leans against the bole of the tree. Something is wrong. Her shoulders hunch and draw in as she clutches her head and hisses softly. Intermittent tremors visible even at this distance run through her small frame and finally she shakes her head and tosses her hair out of her face angrily. Spotting the phone, she pushes off the tree toward it. Gone is the grace she usually displays. It takes her a full minute to stumble across the few yards of space and if watchers listen carefully they may be able to hear her arguing with herself primarily in Gaelic.]

Níl, stop this. Lig dom! Fág dom i m'éinear! Tabhair os cionn, cailín beag, mo intinn tá tréan agus mé tháinig an riachtanas go hiontach. Mé críochnóidh mé amárach ní gnó caimiléireachta le seo! Sibhse ní mór dom é a dhéanamh.

[ (Translation: No, stop this. Leave me alone! Give over, little one, my will is stronger and I have the greater need. I will not give up! You must.)

Her hands hit the grass on either side of the phone, which stares up into a child's face - distracted, and upset. Something flickers in her eyes and she shuts them tight, going quite blank with concentration. She fights off a series of shudders, bowing her head so that her face is shrouded by her hair. It's a long minute, maybe two, before she moves.

But she wears a different face. Longer, somehow older, and skeletally thin with bright, feverish eyes. She stares a moment as though unsure about something, A short, sharp laugh escapes her lips and she presses her fingers to her lips. Another worms its way free and a smile crinkles her eyes before she gives over to a full-bodied laugh and flings herself to the ground beside the phone, spreading her arms through the grass and laughing fit to burst. By the time it finally dies down, her face has filled out again, looks healthy again, even in profile, and as she whirls back to the phone, momentarily obscured in her haste, she is familiar as the little girl who runs wild in the forest. The phone being on surprises her, but she shrugs and grins brightly.]

So many things to do, and so much life to do it with. I know what I have to do now. I'm going to be busy!

[The feed clicks off.]

[Given the awkward, slanted angle of view, it's probable that the phone was turned on accidentally. Vibrant grass stripes the blue of a sky just starting to tinge orange and pink at the edges with sunset. Small, puffy clouds like golden peaches drift slowly by and the lazy breeze ruffles the grass across the sloping meadow toward the forest edge.

...Wait. That wasn't the breeze. Something pale was crouched there, stalking something.

A lean, bunchy shape leaps from concealment, moving at blurring speeds to pounce hard on the camera, which gets plucked up and thrown violently into the air. Once, twice, spinning nauseatingly, then is caught and held steady, trained on the grinning face of a young girl with snow-white hair and a pair of fluffy cat's ears poking up from the top of her head. Slightly less surprising, given the rash of posts on the Network, but still. Pretty peculiar for those who know her.]

Being a cat is fun! I think I'll keep it for later. If anyone needs lessons on how to do it right, you know where to go~



((ooc: If anyone wishes to action spam with the little catling, feel free to instigate! Also, I have an alternate journal for cat icons: militheach, so don't be alarmed if it shows up.))

[The feed blinks on, staring at a strange ceiling. A few moments later, a kitten... a kitten wearing a bowtie, actually, looks down at the camera, managing to look both intrigued and disgruntled. It gives a soft mew, shakes its head, and then... it speaks. English, somehow - though it's in a high, squeaky voice.] This is new, never been a kitten before! It's not as bad as it might have been. Mind you, doors are a problem. They're so... tall.

And it's not like I can carry the sonic or the phone with me, so there might be a problem there too. Fascinating experience, though! I just wish it had happened somewhere I could actually get out... [He looks off screen, and his eyes widen a moment. He seems to forget what he had been doing, and pounces at something off-screen. After a moment, the feed cuts out.]

That was awfully unique. Meet anyone nice? I sort of wish I talked to more people than I did during this but it was hard to keep up.

Anywho... I think I've reached the 'been here long enough' point where you start needing a job, yeah? Anyone know anything? I'm good with kids, good with... computers, good with weird, and I will give you this soufflé I'm making as a peace offering/bribery as long as it doesn't fail massively on me.

[White skin, pitch black hair, made up in black and wearing clothes straight out of Goths R Us, there is a bright-eyed, ridiculously cheery woman smiling into the camera. Those of you who have died before... you may recognize her. This is Death.]

Well, this is new! Or at least this iteration is new. I can't say that I've ever been here like this. I know the place, of course, and some of you I know better than others. Hello, Nathan! It's good to see you on this side of things!

Not that I don't mind a bit of a vacation, but I'm not due for one until fall, and I was thinking I'd go to Iceland this time. This place is nice, I admit, but I do have things I need to be doing. Great "weird mission" and all. Things are going to build up, and last time that happened it wasn't so pretty.

I know, I know... No one knows how to get out and the government isn't telling. Well, I'll have to see if my little brother can at least let people know until they come to their senses. It's just not terribly bright to trap one of us for long.

So who knows what's most fun to do around here? I can't say that I ever stuck around long enough to find out! Busy girl, you know.

Hello! It seems like this place is really in need of help.

[River waves at the camera, yes, she has already browsed around her phone a little.]

Two of you. And it's not even my birthday.

It might be too early to call, but it looks like we have a major influx of new arrivals, same as last summer when Magneto first arrived. Everyone keep their eyes open; if it's like last time, they're not just appearing in the hospital. There's no filter, nobody guaranteeing they're stable enough to interact with us safely, and every reason to think they'll be frightened and confused.

Anyone with advanced sensory tech, if you see someone appear, get me your readings as soon as possible. Please.

This might be our best chance to learn something about the mechanisms of arrival and release, and I don't want to miss it.

Well, I think for now I've had enough of sitting around, moping, and feeling sorry for myself. It's getting to be a little sad. I need to find something to do to shake off this restless cabin fever.

Hey, Tim. Do you need any help in the coffee shop? I was kind of hoping you could show me how all that stuff works.

( Private to Lin Beifong )

All right, everybody listen up! Due to the flood of reports concerning a large, tawny, predatory cat running loose in and around town, the police force is initiating a hunt. This is going to be undertaken systematically and professionally, and we're requesting the public's assistance.

First: We need everyone to stay indoors as much as possible. Large predators are very dangerous and can be very unpredictable. Do not approach it, and do not run. If you have to go out, stick together in groups and don't dawdle. Cats have very good night vision, so don't assume that going out at night is the answer.

Second: If you see the creature, call emergency services or our hotline: 1-800-244-2287 or 1-800-BIG-CATS. Be quick, clear, and precise. What did you see, where did you see it, what was it doing, where are you now.



The police department, with the assistance of the New Moore Avengers, will be organizing a city-wide search using a variety of techniques and equipment ranging from canine units to infrared cameras during the evening hours - which makes it even more imperative for pets and people to be kept indoors. We'll be attempting to capture the cat, find out where it came from, and get it to a place where it won't cause problems for the city.

Any questions?