VIDEO ♧ 001 ♧ there we were --- thick as thieves.

[forging]

[ Eames figures this is part of some grand scheme to get back at him. He's never been the kindest chap, so he has no doubts that he's ticked off someone somewhere. He's up against some fine dreamers, the attention of the place -- the authenticity and the details in the world building should make him feel intimidated, but Eames takes this is a gamble. All high stakes with a lot to lose. He doesn't believe the whole situation where they're in a world of Dreams, Death and Living - he figures it's part of the game to lull the mark into a false sense of security by showing him familiar elements.

So Eames will play along until he manages a better picture of what's been painted to him. When the feed turns itself on, Eames looks positively lost. You don't spend so much time pretending to be other people without learning a few tricks yourself, so the act is a solid one. His tone is hesitant. ]

Right. Well. So I guess, the nice - Kedan - wassit? Explained a couple of things with this -- [ he makes a gesture with his hands. ] place.

This is a bit much to take in. So I gotta ask - are they known for their honesty? They tellin' us the whole story with being between death and life and dreaming?

[ a beat. ]

Name's Freddy, by the way. Freddy Simmonds. I guess. I'm new.

[ Eames is gonna push this act as far as he can. ]

(( OOC | if there'd be any reason for your character to pick up on the fact that it's an act - go ahead! c: ))

001 ➹ video

[bowarmed]

[He's been here for a day already. And he's fairly sure this isn't Earth anymore, or some trap set by one of their villains. It's too complex.

Well, Connor. Time to ask for help.

His hood shrouds most of his face, but the band around his eyes is unmistakably green, his voice is quiet and reserved. For the people who know him, there's no doubt that it's Connor Hawke.]

Hello, this is Green Arrow.

[A pause. His father's title is heavy.]

They're telling me I'm probably be dead, and I'm in a space between life and death. I guess I hit my head one too many times. If anyone knows who I am, I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me I'm not actually dead. Or I haven't gone crazy.

Thank you. Green Arrow out.

(no subject)

[playtowin]

Is uh, this thing on?

[ Jason stares uneasily into the screen, eyes flickering from side to side back to device rapidly, almost as if he’s afraid he’s about to be ambushed at any moment. ]

I’m— Jesus. Fuck. I’m actually not Jesus, but I'm lost, and I know this is gonna sound crazy, but is any of this real? I’m not on shrooms, I haven’t done anything lately, and— Jesus.

[ his breath speeds up rapidly for a few seconds, before he finds his zen and calms down. Think of it as facetime, Jason. You’re using your iphone and talking to people and this is perfectly normal. Act natural, and nothing bad will happen. He cracks a small smile at the screen, although the warmth doesn't reach his eyes completely. ]

Sorry, let me start again. I’m Jason, and I’m a little lost.

[ a beat ]

Okay, really lost. And please don't give me the crazy purgatory talk again.

003 ♆ joint video

[insecrets]

( cut for some pg-13 nudity )

Verse 02 - Video

[poeticverses]

[Jehan has Problem, and this seems to be the fastest way to find a solution for it even though these things still confuse him. So, he turns it on with a shy smile, looking much less beat to hell then in his first request for help a few weeks ago. However, he looks like someone who really hasn't been getting much sleep, dark circles and everything.

He's also in a pink waistcoat that really does not go with his red hair. This is why Jean Prouvaire is not allowed to buy his own clothing. He normally knows better, but lack of sleep leads to weird ideas and he's not one to fight them.

Sorry.]

Does...with so many different people here, I was hoping someone would be able to help me. I haven't been sleeping well, since my arrival, and it is starting to take its toll on me. I am in need of a sleeping draught or laudanum or...anything, really, to aid my sleep. Not wine or--other alcohol, though. That only works temporarily. Otherwise, I am open to any suggestions you may have.

Ah--thank you.

[And he cuts it]

[text | anonymous]

[97_percent]

First, I'll be honest and say I'm still not positive this isn't some disturbingly elaborate test the CDC's springing on me. Then again, if it is, I already failed before we got to the insane virtual reality part of our tour, so I guess it's best if I assume this is actually happening and go from there.

Second, contrary to popular belief, I'm not especially fond of being the bearer of bad news, but it seems to be my place in life, so brace yourselves. That little zombie outbreak you guys had a couple weeks ago? Consider it a dress rehearsal for what could happen in your near future.

When I arrived here, I carried a virus with me. It's called Kellis-Amberlee, it is airborne and highly contagious, and it nearly ended my world twenty years ago. I'm sorry. Honestly I am.

I suppose the noble thing to do would be to raise my hand publicly and let myself be sacrificed for the greater good, but I've been trying way too hard to stay alive lately to give up now, so I guess I'm sorry for being selfish as well. If it helps, there's no real guarantee getting rid of me would solve your problem anyway. I've been on the street, spoken to people, been breathing out virus particles the whole time I've been here. The virus is out there, it's probably spreading, and there's no way around it.

The good thing is, 1) you've got someone whose parents fought this war and won, and 2) I'm not sure it's contagious to the locals, and I'm hoping not, because that could be what keeps this from becoming an epidemic. I've attached a file detailing what I can remember off the top of my head about the virus, what it does, and the means of combating both it and the infected. I'd be happy to answer any questions you have and help in any way that doesn't get me shot in the head, but first I am going to go and take a long nap. Maybe it turns out this isn't real after all.

[ Attached is a file containing this basic information, but in a hell of a lot more detail. Replies to responses here will come ~12 hours later and from another anonymous console at another location in the city. Georgia wasn't kidding about that nap. ]

001 - Video

[frostlike]

[All that's visible at first is a big poof of white hair, then a big blue eye. With an oomph and a hop back, Periwinkle finally comes into almost full view. She's doing a good job of hiding those wings of hers. She's seen enough of this place over the past day or so to know that she doesn't have much of any choice but to reach out and communicate with the humans here. There's not any other fairies here that she's noticed.]

Hello. I'm um -

[She takes another step back, and is standing next to a brown button that she's found. It looks huge next to her. She glances down at it, and then back up.]

I'm Periwinkle, but you can call me Peri if you really want to. I don't mind. I was just wondering if maybe anyone had any idea where I could get a whole lot of ice in a place like this? Snow would be better, but ice I can make work. I just need it for -

[She bites at her lip and brings her hands up to rest against her chest.]

Tinkering.