statisticallyterrible: (CouLD yOU COme oVer HErE?)
[The video is quick, only a few seconds long. The camera captures a shop from a short distance away, easy to identify for anyone who knows the area. More interesting is the voice heard in the background:]

Four days. Jesus.

[The camera turns to show a man, looking none too great with a hand rubbing over his face. The armor has changed, but it's undeniably Agent Washington.

And that's all, before the feed clicks off. Here he is, folks, come collect.]
statisticallyterrible: (You better hope it's a new moon tonight)
[Chell's tired of the dreams,sick of running from something she can't outpace, and through with waiting for the answer to present itself. So the camera shows a still image of a drawing, the only lead she's got:]

the hell is going on with the keyhole in my dreams you guys

[The keyhole is the one thing that's especially out of place, and she thinks there are people who know. Hopefully this will be enough to catch their attention, and lead her to what she needs to do next. Enough waiting for something to happen, it's time to unlock this issue.]

statisticallyterrible: (Someone could have gotten hurt)
[A loud CRACK opens the feed as the communicator falls to the floor. For a moment, it lies there, recording the underside of a bridge, before there's a pair of noises, vnkoonsh vkshhh--for half an instant, an orange hole opens above the feed, showing through a different angle on the scene, before the recorder begins falling.

The feed tumbles as the device freefalls through a set of glowing holes, one after the other: first thrumming past a line of blue, then orange, then again, falling faster and faster until it's all a blurred tunnel of color. The noise of passing through becomes an oscillating hum, nearing terminal velocity, before another vnkmmp cuts through the drone, and the fall suddenly drastically turns sideways, rocketing through the air until it hits a wall with yet another CRACK.

After a pause, there's the faint sound of footsteps, another warped hiss of bent physics, and gravity reverses under the communicator, falling up through the portal to be caught by the woman standing on the other end. A studying look is cast over the device, eyebrows knit stern together to check for damage. The woman is covered in cuts and bruises, some old and some definitely not, with a worrying bit of dried blood matting her dark hair in a few places. Looks like she's checking to make sure this thing can hold up to her levels of wear and tear.

It only takes a moment for her to recognize that the recording's gone off, and a flash of hesitation passes over her face, before she casts a challenging look at the communicator, eyebrow arched. So she's got an audience--it's no surprise. She can only hope they're enjoying the show.]
unrecovered: (Default)
[The video flickers on to show both Wash and North in what looks like one of the hotel rooms. It’s far enough away that it’s obvious they’ve set it up on a flat surface somewhere. Wash is still wearing his helmet; old habits die very hard.]

Hey. Does anyone know anything about these Dream Eater things? We know they can fight and that you can make them from little rainbow pieces; aside from that, I’ve got nothing.

[There’s a squeak from offscreen, and Wash looks over-] Hey, get over here. [-and leans out of the frame.]

[North, meanwhile, has his helmet off, because all things considered, this area’s probably safe and he can let his guard down a bit. ]

Also, do they all carry loose change or something? It’s an odd way of making money.

[He glances over at Wash.]

Everything alright, Wash?

Yeah, fine, just- c’mere!

[There’s more squeaking offscreen, and finally Wash leans back into the frame, pulling his bat into his lap. The bat squeaks piteously, and it’s pretty obvious that one wing is bandaged.]

Is there a vet around here, or someone who knows how to take care of this? [He gestures at the bandage.] I can do this much, but that’s about it.

[Responses will come from both Wash ([personal profile] unrecovered) and North ([personal profile] brodakota).]

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