I am alive.

I'm wandering around after lockdown and I'm freezing to death and it completely sucks, but I'm back in the chapel and I'll make it to safety before lockdown.

[ Billy knows, from the grimace on his face, that this isn't quite right somhow, but he doesn't actually know what's wrong with it. ]

-I'm just wanting to let everyone know, since I'm missing some major drama. Wow, guys, what is happening?

( ooc note )

Characters: Davesprite, Billy, and Dorian
Location: Building 48
Date: Night 265
Summary: Davesprite has a delivery for Billy, and also Dorian is there.
Warnings: Discussion of torture and imprisonment, facial scars resulting from that. Other/specific warnings will be noted as necessary

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The fuck is going on?

[He sounds exhausted, as per usual, and his voice is hoarse and raw - he's been doing a lot of non-stop talking these past few days, trying to keep Royce engaged.]

Right - the lot of you, sound off. What happened, and what needs to be done?

Characters: characters participating in the noisy black event
Location: An office building.
Date: Night 260
Summary: Medical treatment.
Warnings: body horror, body trauma, medical horror, psychological trauma, THE SURGERIES WILL BE PLAYED OUT HERE, please note specific warnings in the subject lines

Please create your own top level for each surgery to be played out.

Characters: anyone signed up for the noisy black event
Location: an office building
Date: Night 260, Morning 261, and Day 261
Summary: You give, or are given, medical treatment.
Warnings: body horror, psychological trauma, serious body deformities, please warn for specifics in threads and make sure to note the night/morning/day your thread is taking place

Sinners
Converted

Characters: anyone who signed up for the Noisy Black event
Location: an office building
Date: Morning and Day 260
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: nothing of note for this part, please note any specific things that happen in the comment sections of your posts

Sinners Top Level
Converted Top Level

DJ Star-Lord here, bringing you the stylings of my awesome collection of music. Apparently you guys are super-deprived, and I need to record my songs in case I can't get power to my Zune, so I'll be doing this probably from time to time.

But these are my songs, and I'm not parting with all of them just cause I feel sorry for you guys. If you want more, it's gonna cost you. Favors, actual stuff, money. I need food, a weapon, and most of all--a battery or a power source or something to recharge my Zune with. If there's a way to message privately on this thing, I can give you a song exclusively if you want. Then you can do whatever with it.

I haven't finished typing up my list of songs because it's stupid cold and my fingers are like icicles...I have a text file I can send with what I do have, or if you got a mood or somethin' in mind, I'm your DJ.

Anyway. Time to sit down, shut up, and listen.

[He plays the following songs, cutting the 'broadcast' off for a couple seconds before and after so that each song becomes its own individual audio file. The quality could be better, it sounds exactly like something played at full volume through earbuds held right up to a tablet, but it's better than nothing.]

Come and Get Your Love, Redbone
Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede
Fooled Around and Fell in Love, Elvin Bishop
Hotel California, Eagles
Respect, Aretha Franklin

Characters: Billy, Dorian, Quark, Sylar, and Alphonse
Location: Building 100 (Andromeda's House)
Date: Day 251, mid-day to lockdown
Summary: Enoch requested anyone in the area pass a message on to Andromeda. Some have responded to the call and some are just here by coincidence! A hacking plot discussion will likely go down here as well.
Warnings: N/A

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[ Billy appears in the camera's frame looking somewhat grave and holding a black SD card in one hand. Wherever he is, he's been careful to frame it so that there's nothing particularly identifying about his location. ]

If you're paying attention to the publicly available data, you already know this, but - I may've found something related to our mysterious Russians. There was a bunker out here in the residential area with some bodies that probably starved to death. I cleansed it as best I could with salt and made a food offering for the ghosts.

[ Leaving out the part about the toys. It's too sad to talk about. ]

They repaid me with something written in Russian. Any takers for a translation? 'Cause a semester of high school Spanish and like ten words of Hebrew isn't doing it.

[ The video cuts off for a moment before cutting back in, apparently some time later. Billy's wearing an expression that's trying to be cheerful, but it doesn't reach the coldness in his eyes. ]

-Anyway. Maybe we should lighten the mood a little. It'd be nice if there were someone around here that was good at telling jokes, but I guess we'll have to make due, right? Hit me with your best joke. Or your worst one - bad jokes are always a lot funnier.

I'll start: Why did the anomaly spit the clown back out? [ A pause. ] Because he tasted funny.

Is there anyone out there still human?

[Mycroft sounds...stressed.]

Who: Billy, Alphonse, and Dorian
Where: House 240
When: Night of 242
What: A meeting
Warnings: None

( Shelter from the storm )

[the network has been way too serious lately, so it looks like it's time for harley to bring a little bit of humor and chaos to everybody's lives! that, and she's got to found out exactly who here is single. you know, for science!

for once, harley seems to be set up in a place with other people. it has a definite effect on her; she's practically bouncing with excitement. her cheeks are pink, only visible because the makeup has been rubbed off; she isn't wearing her domino mask, or her cap, either. her pigtails bounce as she does, and she pipes up, voice squeaky as always.]

Heya, denizens of Snow Hell, population us! Everyone is still so gloomy!! I think I've figured out just the perfect thing ta brighten the place up! Thanks to some anonymous inspiration, I've deduced that what this place needs is some good ol' love! An' I don't mean ta brag, but I, Harley Quinn, am the greatest matchmaker there ever was! Hell, I got those two cutie agents that were hired ta get dirt on me together--I can definitely hook any of you up!

[she rubs her hands together in glee. please, let her do this.]

So here's the dealie-o! Ya gotta reply to this message with your likes, dislikes, age, and preference! Oh, and if you're single or not! I really gotta know if you guys are single or not!!

[gee, harley, are you trying to get information and get davesprite some kisses? you sly dog, you.]