Characters: John Watson and Magenta Magenta
Location: House 43
Date: Afternoon of 229
Summary: John goes to meet Magenta to have a look at his eye. And maybe be unwittingly murdered.
Warnings: None yet

( The peace of mind is out... )

Hey, Zack here. So, Enoch mentioned this earlier about our anomaly buddies coming around again.

Thing is... there's something off about all of this. Not only is the one that's been following me different?
But Zell and Kuns have been telling me they see 'em like a mess of something or other. You know, your typical anomalies. But for me and Jim, it's different. The anomalies almost look like someone we know. Just faceless.

( cw: body horror anomaly description )

I feel like we should do a tally of who's seeing what and maybe then we can figure things out from there. So, shoot me a message and let me know what you see. And if you have any theories, I'd like to hear 'em right about now.

[ He's just about to cut it off there when one last thought- if not a slightly distracted sounding one -occurs to him. ]

I'm also attaching an updated list of those who've been discovered and identified in the morgues, too. You can thank Davesprite for the help.

[ An attachment can be found along with this message. ]

( ooc: Durp. Slight edit in the brackets due to a reading error. This is why you don't read the new plot in the middle of the night. )

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Mary Watson, and John Watson
Location: House 56
Date: Morning of 229
Summary: Huffy detectives and faceless anomalies
Warnings: None yet

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[He wakes up with a startled shout, barely noticing his surroundings until he's clawed his way out of what looks horrifically like a body bag. What the hell happened to him? He remembers battle, he remembers people dying all around him in a way that the propaganda and news reels never mentioned, and then all of a sudden he's here. And he's down an arm.

He feels sick when he looks at the stump. He must have been out for such a long time, his hair is so long. But that doesn't tell him where he is and why he's dressed this way, or why it looks like it's snowing outside, or why he has a backpack full of what looks like junk next to him. He fumbles with some of it, clumsy one handed, and manages to do something that makes the smooth thing in his hand perk up into life. He very nearly drops it again, but hope springs in him. Is this some kind of wireless? New StarkTech?

What the hell, he's got nothing to lose by speaking into it. If he makes a fool of himself, then there'll only be himself around to hear it. Everyone will get a close up of Bucky's lower face, because he's holding it close as he can like a proper phone.]

This is an emergency distress call from Sergeant James Barnes of the 107th, US Armed Forces. If anyone can hear me, please send a return transmission.

[He's really trying not to panic here.]