Characters: House + Kanan
Location Building 232
Date: Night 182
Summary: probably not the beginning of a beautiful friendship, but stranger things have happened.
Warnings: Will be updated if they become necessary!

( symptoms include speaking in koans. )

[ The tablet's camera isn't focused on Kanan. Instead, it's held at a considerable arm's length to show off what he's got in his other hand: Vanitas's pet, wiggling in a spirited attempt at escaping. Kanan's holding it by what would be the scruff on a normal animal. It doesn't seem to be in pain, but who can really tell? ]

Alright, fight thing. I don't know his network name, maybe one of you does - guy with a bad attitude, black helmet, and a skirt? Needs to come pick up his pet. Found it wandering around the museum area alone and it won't stop following me. It's taking up way too much of my food. If he doesn't say anything, it's free to a good home. Maybe it likes to cuddle.

[ He puts the Unversed back on the floor, gently for someone who seems to be so annoyed about it, and refocuses the camera on his face. His goatee is a wreck! ]

Second of all. Ran across some kind of shrine in the apartment building, looked like it was used for blood sacrifice at some point. Decided to give it a shot. [ He holds up one hand to the camera, where the prophet's symbol is marked permanently on his skin. ] Not sure what this does, but I'm guessing it's probably not good.

Third thing, left some supplies in the museum if anyone needs 'em. It's not much but it should tide you over.

-Guess that's it. @spectreone out.

[John's voice is significantly less nasally and pained that it has been in recent days when he's gotten on the audio for network communications. It's a miracle healing for his broken nose! He's going to gloss over that unless someone asks directly, though. The doctor has taken note that the Obituaries have been delayed from their usual pattern... not that he's complaining. It means fewer people to fuss.]

Hullo everyone. This is Dr. John Watson. I have some additional information about the blood transfusions I mentioned in one of my last messages. First and foremost, you can request your blood-type from the Admin. If you're comfortable sharing that with me publicly or privately, I can start putting together a database to match up potential donors and recipients if and when we can find the full equipment we need for transfusions. Please remember that transfusions are an untested treatment for MN Poisoning. There's no guaranteeing that it'll work, so you're welcome to wait on that.

The other piece of news is positive, but... [There's some hesitance as he trails off.] It may also be somewhat distressing. For at least one of the non-humans here, when asked for their blood type from the Admin, she responded with a human blood type that had an 'adjusted' notation next to the type. I believe the transition to Norfinbury and the presence of the nanomachines in our systems is the reason for the alteration. I'm honestly not sure of the implications of this for beyond Norfinbury, but before anyone panic, please remember that you are fine at the moment, and you'll very likely be fine moving forward. In so much as any of us are fine.

I can't sleep.

[The tablet is on the floor, lighting its own patch of paleness on the ceiling above. Beckett is lying next to it, prone on his back - that's what the angle of his arm, raised half-heartedly into the frame, suggests. He pulls more clearly into view for a moment, rising to a sitting position, to squint at the camera. His glasses are off, and his eyes glow a faint red in an ashen face.]

For all I know, I imagined it - the girl, the eyes. I'm certain the red pen was real, though, and the choice that came with it.

[He falls back again. Too tired to sit up. The tablet records to show nothing but light and shadow as he speaks.]

It may have been just me. Doubtful, but possible... but it was not just me who saw things. Perhaps we all did. I'd like to know what. Piece of some whole, or just another attack on what's left of our collective sanity... either way. For the sake of the record, if not any kind of answer.

[His relationship with answers isn't getting any less complicated. His voice drops low, dreamlike as he speaks on.] I saw a girl wearing a cloak. She was drawing the eyes, all around me... around me... until I was surrounded. She climbed on my back and drew her eyes on mine, and I knew there was no leaving. There has never been, not for me. Perhaps we are all...

[Too much. He stops abruptly, and rises again, grabbing for the tablet.]

It's all in my notes.

[The recording ends. In its place he sends his notes file out again.]

Characters: Stephanie Brown, Zach Spencer, Kesara Freamon, Death the Kid, Leonard Church, Charlie Kelly, Jade Harley, Brian Thomas, Kanan Jarrus, Vanitas
Location: Buildings 48. 29, ??, ???
Date: 162-165
Summary: Assorted shenanigans
Warnings: Discussion of domestic abuse

DAY 162
48: The only doors in this single-story house are the front door and the bathroom; all other doorways are separated by faded green and yellow curtain beads. Even the bedroom gets this treatment, and it's the same for the living room and kitchen. The beads seem to be made of glass; moving through the house is a bit of a noisy affair. The bead curtain leading into the living room has been torn down, with half of the strings now scattered on the floor and some of the beads shattered, leaving a small mess of glass. The sharp bits of broken glass have been swept to one side, out of the way of anyone walking. Small, finger-sized slits have been cut into the couch.

"ALPHONSE ELRIC, MAMI TOMOE, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, DAY FORTY THREE, TRAVELLING NORTH-EAST." has been written on one of the walls. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, EDWARD ELRIC, GREED, DAY SIXTY-SIX, TRAVELLING NORTH-WEST. DEAR FORMER RESIDENT, WE ARE FRIENDS, PLEASE DO NOT FEEL YOU NEED TO HIDE FROM US. CONTACT LELRIC." has been written on the walls. "ALFIE SOLOMONS, 1922. Camden Town, London, England, UK, Europe, Earth. Day 133, January 23" is carved onto a wall.

DAY 163
29: A small shed outside the school, going inside reveals sports equipment is being stored in here. There are hurdles, various sports balls, giant mats, and the like. There's nothing that could be used as a weapon, though, unless you're going to try to hurl a basketball at someone's head. This is the only place on the campus it's possible to stay in overnight--if you try to stay anywhere else, you'll be made to leave at 7PM.

The following is written on the wall in blue ink: "This is Building 46 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath is a fairly accurate map showing the shed in relation to the school and buildings 20, 21, 22, 25, 26, 27, 31, 34, 35, 38, 41, 42, 43, and 44. House 34 is labeled "Medical assistance; hot, clean water. Contact Dr. Epps @claytonator". The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The shed is labeled "Shed". Behind the shed is a small army of snowmen armed with sports equipment.

DAY 164


DAY 165

Characters: Vanitas + Kanan
Location Building 110 (Convenience Store)
Date: Night 159, possibly beyond.
Summary: A great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in annoyance and were suddenly silenced.

Warnings: Vanitas

( It's a world of laughter, a world of tears  )

*Its not the usual shit posting that the Norfinbury residents have come to expect from at-totheark. Instead its just a simple post with a link to a document.

Its Beckett's notes, shared to the network as a whole since he's DEAD.*