armoured: (gen] read)

@LELRIC; audio

[personal profile] armoured 2016-10-06 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm so sorry for everyone who's woken up here, I know it's scary and you probably have a lot of questions. I know it won't help with everything, but there's a guide that might help with at least some of the information.

[And then there's a link to this guide.]

If you have any other questions, or you need help with anything at all, my name is Alphonse Elric and I'd be happy to try and help.
spoileralert: annoyed, angry (* shut up harper)

@Spoiler ; video

[personal profile] spoileralert 2016-10-06 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
For those of you who stopped reading the survival guide because it was "too long", the short version:

Snowy hell, full of monsters, no supplies, no outside contact, with a side of time travel and alternate universes. And if you get stuck outside over night you will die, full stop.

[ IS THAT SHORT ENOUGH, DAVESPRITE??? ]
howdull: (confusion] asking)

@309_W1C_2DZ; text; morning 166

[personal profile] howdull 2016-10-06 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's been in Norfinbury for 32 hours by the time he actually says anything over the network. He's spent that time reading everything, literally everything, and then sorting through it in his mind palace. He could stay there for days, weeks even, sorting everything through and working out the solutions to all the problems this interesting little place has.

But he can't.

For one, the pain in his chest is quite severe and keeps irritatingly drawing his attention. For two, he's getting hungry and hasn't thought to check his pack for supplies yet. He considers contacting John directly, but it may be too awkward with what he's learned about their relative time points, so he'll stick to a public message.]


I am in house 129 on the provided map. I require the following things:
- Morphine
- Food
- Any corpses of the recently deceased from anomaly attack, that have not yet been devoured or disappeared


[ooc: Please fill out this permissions post, thank you!]
wilsonsheart: <user name="idiopathic" site="livejournal.com"> (i put my armor on)

@cutthroatbitch; audio; Day 165

[personal profile] wilsonsheart 2016-10-07 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Alright, so first thing's first: panic. Because that's what you do when you wake up in a very cold place (an unfurnished stone box) with no memory of how you got there. That's indicitive of a very good or very bad night, and considering Amber hadn't been drinking, and she'd already been fired from her job...she's not inclined to believe that this is a "blackout night of debouchery" sort of situation. No, this is more in line with a cut-and-dry kidnapping scenario. So, she panics until she calms down enough to follow the next logical thing: find out where exactly she is, and how much immediate danger she's in.

A bit later, after she's set up her username, familiarized herself with some of the more obvious tablet controls, and read through the provided survival guides, she gets to work on step three: test the waters. It's time to size up her fellow hostages...and her competition. The voice she uses to address the network with is distressed and pained, the shining example of a damsal in distress.]


The doctors on the guide--are they still here? Can they hear this? I need help--I'm hurt. Please, anyone with medical experience, please, please help me.

[The fact that she, herself, is a doctor? Irrelevant. That information's currently no a need-to-know basis. And the fact that she recognizes a name on that guide as someone from home? Less irrelevant, but she doesn't really need help. She'll contact him on her own if he doesn't get to her first and press him for details--in private.]
mightypirate: art by comic book artist Nina Matsumoto (http://www.spacecoyote.com/) (You fight like a dairy farmer)

@captainstudmuffin; audio

[personal profile] mightypirate 2016-10-07 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[There is nothing but the sound of rustling fabric and the ringing of jewelry for about a solid minute, then-]

What do I do now?

Helloooo?

Hey, thingy, come on, as the one other uh.....person.... here, I demand you answer me!
exequies: (But I can't)

@ofcorpse; text

[personal profile] exequies 2016-10-07 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[It's only been a few hours since Undertaker had woken up and he's already aggravated. Not that he'll show it to the casual viewer, but this is not at all going according to plan. He was too pissed off at the situation to do much more than stumble around for a bit in the dark building he'd found himself in and find an exit, only stopping to actually read over the information on his tablet once he was somewhere safer, and felt calmer.]

if someone reaches a library
what would theoretically be the best direction to head from there?


[He's at a serious disadvantage. Best to make use of whoever might answer him.]
actuallydaredevil: (pic#10396727)

@hornhead, video (day 165, around noon)

[personal profile] actuallydaredevil 2016-10-08 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Matt's had a while to panic. He does that in private, thank you. About time he lets his friends know he's alive and no longer in sunny San Francisco. The camera should pointing.... slightly towards his face. He's certainly not looking at it. Almost like this guy can't see, how odd. Oh, I should mention he's wearing this. No glasses though! ]

So it sounds Natasha, Clint and Tony are here. Hi, guys. It's Matt. [ He waves a gloved hand. Is the camera in the center or the top of his tablet? Matt does not know. ] I heard the guide so that sounds... awful.

[ He releases a sigh. Yeah no, he's trying to stay chipper but it's hard. Just when he was about to grab The Owl, too. ]

Nice of them to put text-to-speech functions on these things, though. The guide was quite a listen. This is broadcasting to everyone right?

[ Might as well make an entrance! Matt has quite a bit of presence and he'd sure as hell rather worry about other people before himself. ]

Hi, everyone. I'm Daredevil, but I go by Matt Murdock most of the time. [ He even produces a business card. What a fucking loser. ] Right now I'm in a... triangle-shaped house? There's a bed here so I guess that's not too bad. How're you guys doing?
ritu: (06)

@kageyama, text, day 166

[personal profile] ritu 2016-10-09 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[This is the worst.]

[Ritsu spent around half the day panicking where he woke up (where did his powers go), then forcing himself calm in order to absorb all the information that was provided by the... disturbingly helpful citizens of this weird, cold, crappy town. Why were they being so helpful? Probably because they all wanted to get home, right? But judging by the dates on some of these things, they'd been here awhile. A really long while.]

[...This is the worst. And, seriously, where are his powers. The mentions here and there that they've been nullified make his blood run cold. But whatever. Whatever! He's lived without them for twelve years, he'll be fine for now. He'll definitely be fine. Fine, in a city with "anomalies" running amok. And apparently dangerous people. Just fine.]

My name is Ritsu Kageyama. I'm in building 31. Some writing here has suggested I contact @CaptSteveRogers. Does anyone know where I can find them?

[The constant advice to keep moving is great and all, but not when he has no damn idea where to go. To other people? Away from them? To common areas to gather intel? To secluded ones to search? He needs to come up with a plan.]

[...Fuck it. It's a longshot, but he may as well try. He's pretty sure he already knows the answer to this one (thanks again, overly-informative inhabitants), but he'll punch himself if he's wrong and didn't ask.]

And is there anyone here who specializes in parapsychology?
nursetemple: (hurt is a blur)

Evening 166; video; @notasidekick

[personal profile] nursetemple 2016-10-09 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
[For a short moment, the video isn't focused. It's a house, a normal one by Norfinbury's standards. And then a face comes into view, tired, the eyes still showing the early panic that waking up here brought up.

Claire spent most of her day reading the guides, looking through the house she woke up in, and try not to lose her freaking mind. She was supposed to go to Florida, not freaking Alaska. At least the house she's in furnished her with a meat mallet. From what she gathers, she might need to defend herself. And she was able to orient herself pretty easily, thanks to the nearby park.

Whoever this @Admin is, they've taken most of her supply bags. She's only left with the bandages, and some antiseptic. Not much to help anyone, she'll have to heavily ration it.]


Hello, my name is Claire. I woke up here this morning. So, hi. [She sighs, dropping her head.]

Anyway, if anyone needs some medical help that doesn't require a doctor, I'm a nurse, and I've got these on my hands. [She holds up her bandages to the camera. Maybe someone's got a wound that needs to be kept clean.]

Does anyone have needle and thread they could spare? I saw in the guide some of you specialize in sewing clothing, which is pretty important around here I imagine, but stitching up wounds is kind of my specialty, especially on vigilantes.

[Considering what she's read so far, the Black Window and Hawkeye and Iron Man and the Batman around, some of them with their identities out in the open, there isn't much reason for her to keep to herself her connections with one of them.

The one that apparently also landed in Norfinbury very recently, having posted just above her. She'll have to hit him up, when she's not so wrapped up in everything. She still needs to parse the whole alternate universes thing.]

Let me know what needs to be done and where I can be helpful. I've got stuff to do back home.
Edited 2016-10-09 12:58 (UTC)
pistolproof: are you stupid, woman (why the fuck did you burn the rum)

Evening 165 | video | @captain

[personal profile] pistolproof 2016-10-09 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jack's post comes late in the evening on Day 165. With the kind of life he leads, Jack is used to waking up places and not knowing how he got there. However, there's a very large difference between waking up after being press-ganged on a ship and waking up 400-odd years in the future. And so, for the majority of the day, Jack researches.

He wanders around the house on square J2. He opens every door, every drawer, every dresser, every cabinet he can find.
There's a lot of nothing.
He pulls apart the curtains and finds why he'd been so bloody cold since waking up.
There's a lot of snow.

Jack barely likes getting wet. And snow is getting like getting wet plus being cold and Jack decides, purely based on that fact and that fact alone, that he is decidedly not happy with whatever situation he has been thrust upon this time.

With the resolve of not going outside any time in the near future, Jack turns his attention to the tablet he'd found during his excavation. It takes him a good long while to figure out what the thing is and even longer for him to register himself to the network. @captain is what he chooses because, well.

Duh.

In fact, most of the day is spent with Jack trying to puzzle out the tablet and looking over all the literature available to him. There are a lot of words and a lot of things and a lot of buildings Jack doesn't understand the meaning of or purpose for. But there's enough for him to figure things out, enough for him to make mental notes about the best course of action, enough for him to make his own welcome over the network. A welcome that is as thus:

The feed starts with Jack looking at one of the water bottles that came in the backpack. He turns it over in his hands, curious and inspecting. He lifts his eyes and makes direct eye-contact with the camera (and the person watching) and,
]

While I am appreciative of this... [ He hesitates, looking as though he is bewildered with what he is seeing and, with a free hand, he pointedly gestures at the water bottle. ] ....water. Is there not other forms of drink? Rum, perhaps?

[ And now he looks, hopeful and expectant, at the person watching. And that's it, that's the post. Why is the rum gone? ]