Hey guys. So, I know Dr. Hot Stud isn't the first person to suggest that grouping up is dangerous. We thought it was because of the beacons, probably, but nobody's done the math. Now Shepard and Miranda are dead. So here I am, ready to do some math.

[ She smiles, just slightly, and backtracks. ]

By the way, apparently his name is Dr. House. Not as fun as calling him Dr. Hot Stud though. I guess I could compromise and call him Dr. H.

[ Now back to business. ]

So this is what I need from you guys: Anomaly reports.

Have you run into any anomalies? Yes and no answers, please. I need reports from people who haven't run into anomalies, too.
When, if you can remember?
How many?
How many people were travelling with you? How many had a beacon on that you know of?
Where, generally speaking, were you at the time?

Characters: Stephanie Brown, Rhys, Angel, possibly Clayton
Location Building 58(?)
Date: Morning 75
Summary: Steph tries to play bandit!hero
Warnings: People fighting over drugs

( Was it all just a cover up? Woke your mother up, you were on TV. )

Characters: Zack, Tifa, Zell, Kunsel, and... Jim? Kind of?
Location: House 43
Date: Day 72
Summary: Jim tries to take out a monster and fails miserably.
Warnings: Death, violence, grief? You know, Snowhell stuff.

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[He hadn't been as lucky as some of the people who had also had sensory deprivation. Rather than losing one sense at a time and being left useless for only a few hours, he'd rapidly lost all of them over the course of the day. He'd spent two days cut off from the world outside, alone in his own skin. He was only kept company by flickers of hallucinations, sometimes benign and sometimes so upsetting to send him into a panic nobody could calm him from.

Nothing was worse than that utter isolation, to him. Being so alone in the world...

Even after he'd had interaction with others once he'd returned to normal, once he'd eaten and drank greedily after being unable to feed or water himself, showered because he was no longer acclimated to his own unwashed body odor, even after he'd seemed to have calmed, he hadn't. He still craved companionship, felt alone even though he wasn't, felt alone like he had been, in that dark void of complete sensory deprivation. But everyone else in the house seemed occupied with something else, and that somehow made him feel more alone. Rather than bother any of them, he looked for a relatively empty spot to seek comfort from afar; hollow as it could ring, it was better than the absolute nothingness he'd been through.

He's propped the tablet against the wall, sitting a little ways away from it, shivering too violently for the cold to be entirely at blame, his arms folded tightly over his chest under his cloak. His voice is choked and mildly hoarse.]

Someone...someone talk to me, please. About anything. Your homes, your plans, things you've found recently, your friends, anything. The illness, it took-...I need to talk to someone again.

[It's early in the morning when Beckett appears on the network, sitting on a chair in a living room painted bright red. The bright background doesn't do him too many favours. He looks tired. More than tired: drained, defeated somehow. With his tinted glasses lost in the struggle with a certain Handsome bandit, the network gets its first look of his eyes, hazel and hollow.]

I know we've had a spate of hallucination cases recently, but with some people it's... better to be sure.

[He turns the tablet to show a corner of the room. A perfectly empty corner.]

No one is there, are they? It's only me.

[He sounds... sad. No snark, no grumbling. Just sad. He turns the tablet back, rubbing his eyes while he speaks into it.]

I've been here too long. Brian, I should be at the house I've mentioned to you before in a day or two. Meet me there if you can. [He glances sharply at the empty corner then.] I don't want to hear it. You said you weren't sorry, remember? This is on me now. So let me do my job.

[That said, he seems to mean to turn the tablet off, but doesn't quite complete the gesture. For a moment, he only sits there, hand over his face, before finally remembering to cut the transmission.]