[network] Noisy Black, Part Three [open] [horror/surgery effects/note specifics please]

[snowblindmods]

[Talk to the sinners. Plan a way in. Plan a way out.]

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@PetertheGreat, audio, night 261

[zunesareawesome]

This is DJ Star-Lord, with your nightly broadcast.

[His normally upbeat manner is subdued, and he wastes no time in playing these songs.]

Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
Ain't no Mountain High Enough, Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell
Hit the Road Jack, Ray Charles
I'll be there, Michael Jackson
O-o-h child, the Five Stairsteps

We're, uh, still working on getting you guys the hell out, as fast as we can. I know it's not any solace, nor would this really fix anything, but you can't give up. Okay? Just hold on a little bit longer.

@godsend, audio

[termineur]

Nice choices.

[ His voice is croaky, he hasn't headed back to the sink for water in awhile. ]

We're holding on. The music helps.

@magenta2; audio - night 261

[himalayanyeti]

[For a while--and it's a fair while, at least a minute--the only distinct sound is of a girl weeping, crying out things a bit too far-away to hear. After some time of this, there's a closer, uncharacteristically quiet voice.]

I can't tell if anyone can actually hear me, but--there's a girl here, somewhere. Don't know who. Also, I'm not dead just yet. Anyone out there? It's Magenta.

@user; audio - night 261

[cosmicwords]

We can hear you.

....What do you mean there's a girl? Is she one of you?

audio; @dreamsnhonor

[heroproceeding]

I can hear you loud and clear. I hear the girl, too. So, either you're not just hearing things or we're all getting tricked again.

[ He wouldn't be surprised either way, but... ]

What kind of shape are you in? Do you think you could reach her?

@user; audio, night 261

[cosmicwords]

[chaos plays music on his flute, starting with the tune he saw in the public data: Lavender's Blue.]

[OOC: This music does have an effect! but chaos doesn't know that on his first play of it.]

@godsend, audio

[termineur]

Hey- hey. Is that Lavender's Blue? It's helping. I don't know why, but it- it helped.

The converts had to leave, like when I talked to Al earlier. The brainwashing, it's not flawless.

@ASolomons; audio

[devoutish]

How long can you keep playing?

[kind of here] [in the background of some sinner's broadcast]

[standing_waters]

Ah...what is that--

*He cuts off into obviously pained grumbling for a few moments before he moves too far away for it to be picked up.*

@duster, audio, night 261 (cw: finger loss, tongue mutilation, nonconsensual injections)

[bywolves]

[ There's not a lot that comes from this specific feed. Royce leaves it on for a while after he gets it to start again. There's the sounds of the other prisoners - people crying or shouting and trying to get away from the converted who are injecting them. Royce can't talk well, so he doesn't, but occasionally there's the weak, unsteady sound of tapping. If you know Morse code, you'll be able to catch water being tapped here and there.

But most significantly, late, late during night 261, almost morning, there's the sound of humming. It's broken and disjointed, but it's definitely September by Earth, Wind & Fire being hummed by Royce, mostly to himself. ]

@ASolomons; audio; private

[devoutish]

[Alfie's on with him all the time - even when he takes breaks to talk to other people, he only does so when Royce is sleeping or talking to others. He even keeps the feed running while he's asleep himself, setting the tablet on the pillow next to his head so that he'll hear anything important that goes on.

He's forgotten the words to the song - he'd only heard it the once - but when Royce hums, he joins in, encouraging him.]

@godsend, audio, early morning 262

[termineur]

[ Sylar took most of the night to stand quietly in his cell, trying to work out whatever he'd been 'fed' through that IV. That was a mistake. Now he's dizzy and not quite sure what's going on. He frowns at the tablet before he says anything. ]

Royce. Hey, where-? You still here?

@bucky; audio; night 261

[advanced]

I'm in the Industrial area. I'll travel tomorrow holding a red shirt over my head on a stick like a flag, if you can see out the window, let me know when I'm close.

[He knows they have a pretty good idea as to location, thanks to some other conversations, but he never wants to be certain in a place like this.]

@featherydouche; audio; cw: eye horror and related blindness

[mrcreamsicles]

[By now Davesprite has managed to figure out voice commands for his tablet, which is probably to the benefit of most. It makes it a whole lot easier to navigate through everything, and it spares people from having to see what was done to his eyes.]

No. Our windows are covered, and some of us are blind now.

[He sounds worn down, emotional and physical circumstances both grinding him to something dull.]

Draw the prophet's symbol and I'll know where you are.

@beyonce | audio->video | night 261 (cw lacerations, body parts sewn together, dissociation)

[thewarningafter]

[There's a thump close to the tablet's microphone, and then a second and a third blow that quite suddenly switches the feed to full video. The tablet is lying on the floor, the camera pointed up at the ceiling so that it just catches the robed shape of Stephen's body lying next to it. Stephen's voice, when it comes, is hoarse and small, full of uncertainty.]

Nurse?

[Thump. It becomes clear now that he's been curling a leg up to kick the tablet on its face; the skin of his leg is covered in textbook perfect lacerations showing the division of the muscles under the skin, a prophet eye carved into each resulting section of skin. It's only visible for a split second, though, before the awkward kick sends the tablet sliding across the floor out of reach to show only ceiling tiles, Stephen's voice a little more distant now.]

I need -- help me, please. I need help.

@PetertheGreat, audio

[zunesareawesome]

[Peter's trying to sleep fitfully but he checks the network when he wakes again for the billionth time that night. He hates waiting around, doing nothing when he could be working on--was that Stephen? That was--]

AHHHH! What the hell--

Stephen!? Stephen, it's Peter--

@prettypinkflowers; audio; Day 262

[lacecase]

Let's play a game!

[She knows that this is not a good time for frivolity. That's not what this is about. Although Ginger tries to keep a sort of pep to her voice, it mostly reads as anxiety. This is all she can think of to do right now. It's just what she did for House the day before: distraction.]

It's nothing too hard, just something to keep your mind busy if you want to. A word association game. I'll say a word and you say a word that my word makes you think of, and then I'll respond to that with another word that yours makes me think of, and so on. I'll start with the word ocean!

[She pauses.]

Or if you just want to talk, I'm here for that too. We can talk about anything.

@beyonce | video

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen drifts into the present long enough to catch the gist of what she's asking him to do. It takes him a few long seconds, though, to dredge up a word in response. His camera just shows a view of the ceiling tiles over his cell.]

...Cold.

@wiccandoit, midday 262, audio CW: Eye horror, nail gore, lung trauma/illness-like symptoms

[holmesice]

[In his confusion, Mycroft realizes he needs to call Sherlock. Some pressing, incessant need, though it was baffling why he didn't have his cell phone or any other means of communicating on him. Fortunately he managed to borrow a tablet, which accounts for the screen name.

He can't quite remember Sherlock's user name right now, so he just sends a message out openly.]

Sherlock? Hello? Is this device on?

[The sound of shuffling.]

Sherlock, if you can hear me, there's something I need to tell you.

[He sounds tired, raspy. It might be possible to hear a faint, staticky, crackly noise occasionally when he exhales.]

I'm not sure what it was, actually. I think I've...yes, it's coming back, I've been captured? No, abducted...it could be her again, you know. I wouldn't put it past her. Do be careful, she may come after you and John next.

@309_W1C_2DZ; audio; private;

[howdull]

[The sound of Mycroft's voice is both a relief and a curse. He's still alive, but he sounds awful; pained and confused, nothing like the usual sharp intelligence and awareness that his brother usually possesses. Worry and fear are coiled like two snakes around his heart and throat, but he does his best not to let that show in his voice.]

I presume you mean Eurus.

[He's still mad about that, but now isn't the time.]

It's not her, Mycroft, you're in Norfinbury. Think, don't you remember?

@dickcheese, audio; Day 262, cw limb replacement/nervous system fuckery/eye squick, vomiting

[headjacked]

[ The steady whirr of the fans in his new limbs create a gentle sort of white noise. It's almost calming.

Not as calming as having a constant audiofeed open, with Angel talking to him during every waking moment. His head is actually fairly clear, despite little sleep and his (belated) rejection of his food. Weak. Tired. Hurting. But clear. That's hella valuable.

Some of the others, though... ]

People are acting weird.

@guardian; audio;

[phaseshifter]

[ Her immediate impulse is to respond with "well yeah THEY'VE BEEN THROUGH SOME SHIT," but. Pain-induced delirium probably isn't classed as weird in torture town right now. ]

What kinda weird?

audio; @dreamsnhonor

[heroproceeding]

[ He's been keeping an eye on the network. Keeping an ear open on any new discoveries.

But he also knows they're restless. They're in pain. And while he's not the best at doing anything like this, he at least wants to try. Ginger's... actually got the right idea. ]

So, I've never been that great with stuff like this, but I'm gonna try. It's another game. I start a story. Someone else continues it and we just go back and forth until it's finished. [ Though he might be cheating and pulling some inspiration from a book already on hand. ]

So, there was this convict that'd been on the run from the same police officer for years. A very good looking officer. And one day...

@godsend, audio

[termineur]

[ Since talking to Ginger, he's realized his mistake and switched the tablet back to audio- people have seen him now, but no reason to keep making people look at that. He's feeling a little more lucid as he tries the next game. ]

The officer got very close to catching him- she even managed to shoot him with her taser. Still, he got away. He stole away the keys to her station, and she knew the entire place wouldn't be safe any longer. But why would the convict want to get into the police station?

[ So he's embellishing a little of his own story. Sue him. ]

@PetertheGreat, Night 262

[zunesareawesome]

This is DJ Star-Lord here with your nightly broadcast.

Stayin' Alive, the BeeGees
Yesterday, the Beatles
Don't Stop Believin', Journey
Don't Stop Me Now, Queen
Never Gonna Give You Up, Rick Astley

Dude. I heard you guys sing Bohemian Rhapsody and We are the Champions...that was righteous. [He's so stoked about it.]

We're doin' our best out here, guys. We'll have you out soon. Let us know how you're holdin' up.

[background noise]

[warriorscribe]

[In the background of someone's feed, while the sinners are being given their food or IVs, Enoch can be heard commenting on Never Gonna Give You Up:]

Oh, what a sweet song. Having such an unbreakable bond is the most important thing- er...aside from the Prophet, I mean.

[Yeah...nice save, convert.]

@hotstud_xxx; video; Day 262 (broadcasting live via House's tablet)

[averytinyparticle]

[Anyone tuning into this broadcast will get an abrupt image of Quark on his hands and knees wailing in pain, hands nearly ripping his hair out of his head as he cries about his head hurting. His eye alternate between being squeezed shut and being wide open, unfocused and unseeing. He doesn't seem to really realize he's on the air.

It's not a terribly long video, and even as Quark ends up backing away from the tablet, they'll get a chance to overhear an interesting part of the conversation before the feed ends.]

@duster, audio; morning 263; cw: tongue mutilation, finger mutilation

[bywolves]

[ At about four or five in the morning, Royce wakes up. And for a while, there's just the sound of tapping. Weak tapping. The same pattern, over and over. Sometimes, there's an attempt at words, but it's mostly just incomprehensible mush.

For those who can recognize Morse, it's just - M. E. R. C. Y. ]

@ASolomons; audio; private

[devoutish]

[The tapping wakes Alfie up too -his tablet is still on. It takes him a few repetitions to get his brain in gear and figure out the message, but when he does, he speaks up in a gravelly voice:]

Mercy. Yeah.

@dickcheese, audio morning 263; cw the usual plus more neurological fuckery

[headjacked]

[ Another almost-constant audio feed, accompanied by mumbles and the telltale fans.

Every so often there's an unusual, soft thump, like someone hopping. ]

Chapstick.

@zd; audio

[swatsflies]

[ Oh look it's a Rhys! Wait. ]

Huh? Chapstick? Do you need some?

@hotstud_xxx; video; Night 263

[rubikscomplex]

[House as been continuously broadcasting from his tablet for a while now. One particular interaction may catch attention, though. House's voice comes over the speakers, pained, weak, and just a little garbled.]

You know truth. You've seen her. No faith crap. You've seen, heard.

[Enoch's out of the frame, but his distress can be heard a little farther away.]

I didn't understand!

[A small break, and then Enoch again, desperate.]

There's a trapdoor under the table!