[For once Sherlock is not on text only, he's on video in all his glory. Which is a very diminished glory today, considering he looks terrible. Too thin in the face, though his clothes hide the rest of him, and dishevelled as though he's spent a few months not really putting any care into his appearance. His hair is longer than the last time anyone has seen him, and he looks older.

He's moving frantically in short bursts of energy, jittery, as if he isn't quite sure whether he wants to stay still or keep moving.]

Data, yes, I should share that. [It's a mumble to himself as the tablet tilts, giving an askew feed of the detective.] Purposeful death does cause nearly guaranteed revival, this has now been tested several times with no known cases of permanent death.

[The tablet shifts again as Sherlock moves between morgue drawers, checking them one by one and then moving on.]

John. [It's a sudden shift in direction.] John Watson, has anyone seen him?

[ This pops up before lockdown ends. He seems his usual chipper self, albeit a little tired. His hair wasn’t done up in it’s usual crest. Looks like he just slapped his beanie on top without much thought. ]

Yo, I’m Zell. Sorry I’m late with this. [ Rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. ] We were a little busy up until this morning. [ Between the freaky stuff happening the other night, friends being injured, and way too many names on the obits lately, it’s been pretty much shit. ]

We did find a place to get food in the new area. It’s south east from the entrance. [ He’s going to include a video of the vending machines and the bus stop. ] It’s not much to look at, but it’s definitely better than nothing. Oh, hold on!

[ He’s going to include a screenshot of a map. It shows the opening, the building 263, and the bus stop done on the map app. ] Kunsel put this together. You can also use House’s map. [ There is an attachment of the map. ] I hope this helps everyone. Oh, Francel! I left the pudding in the first building.

[ With that he ends the feed. ]

((OOC: Threadjacks are welcomed))

[This is the first time in a long time that Charles has shown himself on video on the public network. He has the same kind of wear and tear as anyone who's been living in a post-apocalyptic winter purgatory for months would have, making this very relative, but overall he seems to be doing pretty well.

At first, the video feed is pointed directly at his face, but after a quick-] Hey, [-the camera angle sweeps around to display the oft-used, open kitchen cabinets of building 124.

The notably mostly empty, clearly devoid of food, kitchen cabinets of building 124.

From behind the tablet, Charles continues to talk.]

So, here's the thing. Some of us have been ferrying food and shit back and forth to Hsiaoke Pass for a while now. I was just here a little over a week ago, day before the crazy maze bullshit, and there was plenty already, plus what I dropped off. You'll kinda notice that's not the case anymore. Which got me thinking.

[The camera turns back to face him. Despite the profanity, he only seems mildly irritated.]

Two things. One, some assholes better not be comin' in here, takin' shit they don't need. This ain't a free-for-all, get your own if you can. I'm leaving some now, but only take what you need, don't be a greedy fucker. We gotta feed a whole shitton of people, understand?

Two, I know those doors at the end of the pass are open now, but I don't know what all's been found out there. Is there a place to get food out that way? If so I'd like to know about it, so I can do something more useful with my fuckin' time.

That's it. [The feed cuts out.]