[It's Peter, holding up his tablet to his face, and he's outside in the snow, walking.

He's also got a nosebleed.]

This is DJ Star-Lord coming to you from live from Norfinbury!

Anyway, I thought you guys might wanna see this.

[He turns the tablet around to show his anomaly, which is...well. It looked like he was made out of rock and mud, but there's like, all this crap on top of him. He's got tendrils that are hanging onto things--bits of rubble, mostly, and a pair of bath slippers that Peter threw at him to see if he'd catch them. The only thing recognizable about the slug-like creature is its the top part of its head, which looks like Peter's, except that its mouth is large and muddy.

And his anomaly is yelling at him. Mud is spewing everywhere.]

Hey! Give me that, that tablet's mine! You suck!

[And he's yelling back.]

You suck, you creepy-ass trash compactor! And it's mine.

[Peter turns back to the tablet, shrugging.]

He's been following me around but he's actually not that bad company? He's cool for an anomaly version of myself. We've been mostly listening to music and chilling while I've been trying to get over my death price. Which...I'd kinda like to apologize for and I'm really sorry if I said something I shouldn't have?

You were drunk as all get-out, bro! And I'm the real deal! You hear that, Norfinbury? I'm the real DJ Star-Lord!

Shut up!

[A pause.]

I'm not gonna lie, I was super creeped out by him at first, because like...look, it's me, but pancaked? But he hasn't tried to kill me or anything. He says he just wants to like...run stuff over a lot? It's weird. I dunno. So I guess if you're fast enough you can avoid this one.

But has anyone actually tried making friends with their anomaly?

[The feed opens on a view of ceiling tiles; anyone familiar with the hospital might recognize them. Off-screen there's the sound of rustling food wrappers and the crunch of someone chewing on chips and cookies, quite possibly with her mouth open.]

I am alive again. The anomalies -- the anomalies are dangerous. The ones with our friends' faces are dangerous.

[The monotone is muffled as well as hesitant; she's talking with food in her mouth despite the gravity of the topic.]

Characters: Flynn Carsen, Mycroft Holmes (Anomaly)
Location: Res 1
Date: Day 425
Summary: Cabin fever comes knocking at the door and Flynn tries to switch houses on his own. It's a bad idea.
Warnings: broken bones, illness, death, hallucinations, body horror, frostbite, freezing to death, hypothermia, mood manipulation, potential cannibalism


( He knows he should wait... )

[In another life, Roland knew better than to apply his political principles to a survival situation; he'd learned that acting as though he were incapable of suffering only served to alienate himself from the others, and failed to keep panic from breaking out. Roland was not the leader the people looked to, here - the United States he'd led was an entirely different nuclear crater than the one they lived in, now. Here, he was just a man.

Unfortunately, the Roland who learned that lesson is now an Anomaly. This Roland hasn't come to terms with such things.

Roland withdraws from his companions and stamps down all of the hopelessness and despair of his situation before lighting up a confident expression and starting up a broadcast. Not a trace of his usual dry and sarcastic self remains, having long been eaten by illness and depression. It was far easier to act 'presidential' than it was to be himself. This was a finely practiced persona that required zero effort on his part. Now, someone had to be the bearer of bad news, and at home, the job usually fell to him. So, here goes, or whatever.]

I have to admit I'm not a big fan of "social media." I'd hoped to meet all of you in person, by now, but it seems that's going to be more difficult than I'd imagined.

So, to those I haven't had the pleasure of meeting, my name is Roland Crane. In my homeworld, I served the people of this country as their President. But I don't address you as one now. I intend to get to know you as your friend. [Or so he'll have you believe.]

...I cannot speak to the experience of the people who have lived in Norfinbury much longer than my mere two months here, but I can say with certainty that these past two weeks have been particularly difficult on me. But each of my travelling companions has been an inspiration, keeping eachother motivated and alive, as all of you no doubt do for yours. I am grateful to have come here. I am truly blessed to have met America, England and Ginger. And I am grateful to have met all of you.

And now after such hardship, it seems all of us have yet another burden to endure. But we're going to get through whatever it is this symptom portends, same as everything else.

[In other words: yes, there seems to be big problem. And if Roland knows about the lack of food, he doesn't mention it, not wanting to incite a panic. Even through such a sinister lie, he smiles:]

I look forward to seeing this through with each and every one of you. Thank you, and may God bless you.

[That last part is spoken out of habit, and came across as disingenous even before he learned the truth of his universe. So yeah, everything is obviously fine. Clearly.]

Characters: Tim and Al
Location: Building 122
Date: 423, night
Summary: Al comes to babysit Masky
Warnings: Nothing yet, anything that crops up will go in the subject lines

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Characters: House!Anomaly, Watson!Anomaly, Quark, Diana, Junpei, Aigis, Nathan
Location: Res Zone 2 and TBD
Date: Day 424 and TBD
Summary: Watson!Anomaly chases Aigis and Nathan, and House!Anomaly chases Quark, Diana, and Junpei
Warnings: Burns, blistering/melted skin, delirium, unnatural limbs, body horror, potential cannibalism, broken bones, bone sticking out of flesh, blood

( Snips, snails, and puppy dog tails... )

[Another body bag, another day.

Sherlock has gone through this enough times now that there's only a brief moment of terror and claustrophobia before he overcomes it and wrestles his way out. He mentally checks himself over for changes - nothing obvious - and then does the same physically - also nothing obvious. Annoying, that means it's likely to be something that will manifest without him being aware of the change.

He checks the network and sees that John and Mycroft both revived several days ago. Interesting. He feels a sudden overwhelming urge to share this with the network at large.]

So, it appears that I've taken rather longer to wake up than my compatriots, I suppose that makes some logical sense given the amount of times that I've been revived, it may take longer to repair me. Much like a car that's had to have multiple repairs and now fails its MOT, perhaps that means I won't be revived many more times if I continue to die.

[Hm, that was a longer ramble than he might have preferred. Death price? Possibly.]

Irrelevant, just theorising. On a more practical note, it would be sensible to compile a public list of the current "resident anomalies", their particular attributes, and their ways of attacking, to make it easier for others to avoid them.

Hey, so, uh - has anyone else had any thoughts on how we should deal with the... anomalies? Should we be calling the copies that? It feels kinda. Iunno. Disrepectful. Inappropriate?

[ Angel - who's just outside the bunker in the snow - gives the feed an uncertain little shrug as Rhys pops into view. ]

It is — we, they are what they are, why bother sugarcoating it. Don't think they're gonna be offended.

[ There's mumbling, bitter mumbling, from this peanut gallery. Rhys isn't looking at the camera, he's focused on the dented and lifeless robot in his arms.

There’s conflict in his voice. Quite a bit. ]

I'd be offended, and one of them is me, so. [She gives Rhys and The Robot Corpse Formerly Known As Dumpy an unhappy little look before returning her attention to the tablet.] Um, anyway - I thought it'd be prudent to at least share details of the ones we've seen? And how they act, or what they can do? To avoid further casualties as much as possible.

[ That look stops him arguing the point further, at least. He purses his lips and shakes his head, yet says nothing until she’s finished. ]

Some aren’t intentionally aggressive, like Enoch and... and Angel. Just toxic huggers, or they hold on a little too tight.

[ This is accompanied by a tiny wheeze that prompts another look from Angel. FUSS TSUNAMI INCOMING. ]

Yeah. Um. On that subject - if you've been touched by my-- by the one who look-- by the other me, please let me know as soon as possible? I can fix it. Um... kinda.

[ And now it's Rhys' turn to give Angel a look. Hrrrm. ]



((Bold is Rhys, if that wasn't obvious, and threadjacking is very much encouraged 8V))

Characters: Will Graham, Gregory House, Jared Rhys
Location: Building 325
Date: Day 417
Summary: Rhys drops by the shed to have his shoulder looked at and to help with House's hand.
Warnings: Body horror, medical horror, foreign objects stuck into flesh, electrical burns/scars, third-degree burns, gangrene, skin peeling off, drugs, suicidal ideations

( Exhuming things that's better left alone... )

Characters: Gregory House, Royce Melborn, Alfie Solomons
Location: Downtown
Date: Day 421
Summary: Aftermath of House's anomaly catching Ecks
Warnings: Character death, body horror, cannibalism, dismemberment, disembowelment, broken bones, bone sticking out of flesh, blood, dissociation

( I'd love to have you for dinner... )

S̲ͅt̢͇̮̬̦̖ͅͅo̖͝p҉̗͕̲̯̻͉͜ͅ ̧̤͉t҉͕̰͚̙̹̝͢͝h̡̧̢̟̲̬̯͉̼͇̺͉i͙̳s̜͇̳͖.̼͚͍̺̥̪̩̯͜ ҉̲̺̯̮̰S͏̭͟͠t̴̯̠͈̤̣̭̭o̦͚̝p̟͇͉͖̲̹͟ ̜̩̤͓̥t̺͎̝͎̀h̡҉̬̘̫͇͙̬̫í̥̻̪͎̱̟̮̝́ͅs͖̗̞̬͙͕͕.̣̜͍ ͏̗̯̱̤̝͠█̪̳█̷̧͏̻̯͓█̳̼̳̘̜̰̬͓͙█̹͚͙͈̗͘█̤͢█͏̛̜̫̤̺̘̣͓͟ͅ█̤̹͡█̧̙̞̥̞͖̭ͅ█̴̝̦͙͔̖̰̟̼͔ ̢̡̪͎̮̻S̖͝t̴͙̩̝͢o͔p͖͍͉̜̕ ̼̰͉̮̙̩̰̟̣t̴̛̖̮͔͇͞h҉̨͙͉̫i̶̡҉̠̗͈̯s̵̥̯͇̗̱̯̝̜͠.͉͎͖͙̱̻̹͎́ ̱͚̪͠S̳͘t̨͙͙̞̩̩̳͓█̳̜̀͝█̵̫͖͉͝█̥͎̟̱̝͉̞͜͢͠ͅ█̬͎̰̝̰̻͍̪̙̀͘█̡̪̮̦i̺̤s̥͉̣̞͇͓̀͢͝.̳̤̤̤̟̰̀͘ͅ ͚̹̬̮͖͇͞͠S͜͏̪̟̩͓̩̭̥̩̹ṯ̻̞̜̥̼̺͞ͅo̧̤̹̬̼̖͖̮̫͈p̸̧͇̯ ͍̥̙́t̨̡̹̝̳̣h̺̖̞̫█͟͏̦̟͙̳█̝̩͔͙̟͟.̛̪̲͝ ̨̛̱Ṣ̢͍͇̲̜͡█̯̣̖̪̠̺̣̫█̪̪̜͓̖̠̼͚̀p͍͇̣͖͇͕ ̵̫͉t̬͙͇̜h̶̯̼͙̣̯̕i͚͎̖̺̝̩͞s̢̳͙.̝̦̪͈͠ ̵̺̗̤̮͚̺̲̰Ṣ̷̥̦t͇͍̻͕͓ò̺̼̯͝p̷̡̗̥̠͠ͅ ̨̖͢t̴̺̥̜͍̦͔͎̫̯̕ḩ͚̱̠̝͙ͅi̷͇̻̮̼̳͟͠s̟͙͇̣̖̺̕.͎̺̭̹̬̯̬͇̤ ̷̸̭͓̰̬̺̳͍S̢̛̱̦̳̟͇̕t̵̮̙̻̯̞͙̲͚̀o̟̲̕͞p̛̰͍͈̼͡ ̯̣̫͕́t͈͙͡͠h̰͇̪̲i҉̢̢͇̱̪̜̣͚ͅs̫ ̲̘̲͢͟S̨͚̥͘t̛͍̞͙̪̪█͍̬̯̺̥̞̙̝█͎̱͎͟͝█̡̛͎̻̲͉̭̀█̷̛͍̪̖̱█̻͇͍̳̠̖̫̥͜͠█͏̘̹̺̻͎̺̟͇͜͠█̶̧̳̜̠͔̭̥̞̭͔ ͉͈̫̣̪S҉̨͏͚̙t̙͎̟̠͔̳͇̺͝o̙͎̯█̣█̷̥͈̝̗͕͇̞̮͜t̷̷̡͚͙͔̮͚̖̖h҉̘͈͉ì̫̲̞̕s̴̴̨̹̘̝ ̤̖̼͍̀͝S̡͍̝̞̗̻͖͢͠t̷͓̭͖͘o͇̣̤̘͜͠p̴̶̻͎̭̟̰̻̩ ̨͍́t̴̤̰̀ẖ̺̥̤͜͠͞i͙̹͈̼̙̘̟ͅͅs̨̛͏͚͚ ͕̭̭S̨̲̝̼͓͚̯̯t̺͇͓̗͟o̢̲͓͟p̝̬̫̱͈̙̻͕ ҉̨͎͖͇̮̥͈̰͡t̵̳̩͕̦h͏̨͈̜̠̜͍̬͚█̢̛͍͇͍͎̬█҉̸̪̫̼̺̣̥͖̳█̛̮͓̼͓̖̝̕█͖̥͓͕͔̱̯́͟█̼̠͕͜█̷̞̥̖̦̪͔̗̘͚͟p̴̗̜̜̝̥͎͔̠ ̢҉̪͎͉̼̖̞̥͈t̢̰̺̲͟ḩ̱̮̹̺̮̹͠i̵͈̭͘͟s̴͖̪̳͍̭̰̙͍̀ͅ ̴̛̜͙̜͓̦̥S̸̼̤̝t̻̗̖̟͓̙͜o҉̣̯̮̙́̕p̖̖̜͍̕ ̜͎̺̝̮̕ͅt̨̹̼͇̮͓͈͜h̲̫̥̬̖̲͚͈i̷̵͍͈̹͇͉̟̻̟͞s̢̟̤̙̞͞ ͎͓͉̠͖͝█̷̤̖͘█͓̪̯̖͍̠͢͠█̡̟̞̙̠͚͢p͉̙̺͕̀ ̶̰̗̰̘͙͈̦̰t̸̖̖̖̰̮̫̬́h̷̪͈̹̱̝̝̗i̱͈͙̥̬͈͓͝s̨̤̝̝̀͜ͅ ̗̘͉̩͉̯̀͠S͖̗͈̪̫͠t̪o̧̳̩p̩͎͞ ̧̖͇̣͙ͅt͏̥͙̠̞̪h̖̻́͡i̛͍̰̗͞s̙̥̀͜͠ ̧͙̮̞͎̼͘͢█̹̬͍͖̞͕̱͜͠͠█̸̬̗̤͓̝͡█̵̛̲̱̥͔͍̜█̧̼͍͈̱̟̖█̶̸̗̺t̴̫̜̱̳̟h̵͈̻i҉̭̠̬̰s̺̘̲͟͝ ̧͇s̴͠҉̩̰̭͖̤͎̠█̛͕̝̗̯͖͎͜͢o̧ͅp̺̬̲̜̱̣͘ ̨̙̜̥t̥̹̖͘h̖͙i̲̠̺͍̺̬̙̫̕͜ś̨̲͙̠̣̦ ̨͚̯͢͜ş̟̪͇̦̜█̢̞█͏̖̰͟͝█͍͞█̙̠́█̧̺̠͜͠█̨̙̯i̴̙͍̭͘s̷̤ ͘҉̤̭̺̩̯̹͉ṣ̴̥̱͇͞ͅ█҉̘͙̭̟̩͇͞█͉̜̟̞͖p͉͔̝̗̱̭̬ ̰ͅt͚͉̳͢h̨͔͖͔́i̷̙̱s̩̘̭̮̦̘͎̝͜͢ ̶̱̱͢s̡̝̙̱͞t̛̳̗͉̖͟o͚͙̥͇͎͉̤͘p͓̤̠̖͍̗͙̙͜ ̶̟͈̬̯̹̘͓͈̲͝t̟̘̝̘̤̫h̶͇͔̟͇͘͜ḭ̬̺́̕s̛͍̖̦͖̺̀ ͏̺͇͕̠̥ͅs̴̨̺͇̳̰̞̝̟͓͜t̬̮̫̞̤̜̻̠o̸̺̱̼̤̥̘͍p̺̥͇̪̭̜͇ͅp̶̛̗͎̦͖̰̱͎p̼͈̝̳̣͙͔̟͢͠█̸̮͖͙͚█̼̤͚̣̀͘ ͇̠͜͝p̢̪̙̜̣̞̫p̧̜̤͉̪̤̝̪̮͠ ̷͎̦͈͎̪p͏͎̣ͅ█̥͕̣̠̤█̶̱̟͖̕█̖̬͚̱́͢p̦͍͎̜p̧̝̯̫͙̻͕͙̕͟█̵̧̘̯̰͢█̴̪͟█̴̛̬͠█̵̗̞̯͎̩͎̬ͅ█̸̻͉͙̭█̣͔͓͙̣͖̰͜█̶͏̞̲̦ͅ█̢̛̫̤̻̠̼̤͈̝͡█͖͎̟͙̻̲̣̀█̶̥͇͉̙̺̗̥͜ͅ█̵̛͕͙█̢͇̜͠█̥̙͉̗́█̯̥͉̙͈̻̝█̞͠█̷̛͇̭̱͎̱̠͎█̼̬̠̜͇█͚̜͓̯̝ͅ


Stop this.

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

Characters: Anybody still awake in the bunker
Location: The bunker
Date: Days 412, 414-415
Summary: Party time while most of the game is out cold!
Warnings: Probably, this is snowhell. Use subject lines.

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Characters: Buildings 320 and 317
Date: 410 evening for the former, 413 morning onwards for the latter
Summary: A pair of dads crash the least kidnappy kidnapping ever. Angel wakes up from a nap. Bester is cute af probably.
Warnings: Subject lines!

( WITTY CUT TEXT!! )

Characters: the infected
Location: ???
Date: Morning 414
Summary: You have to get out.
Warnings: vague body horror, mild starvation, please note specifics in the subject line