video; accidentally activated

[brokenweapon]

[Something activated the console. Something small and fuzzy and cooing. The camera can see...well...tribbles. Tribbles everywhere. Tribbles all the way down. It's a tribble-pocalypse. Tribblenado. Tribbleanche.

Actually, you don't need Sherlock Holmes to deduce that a tribbleanche is probably the closest to what's happened, because the door is open, there are tribbles outside, and...

...and Jason pops up out of the snow tribbles, like a daisy. And it looks like he is trying very, very hard to be annoyed. Not even Blackbriar operatives are immune to the effect of a room full of happy tribbles, even if they are decidedly unwanted tribbles.

There's a grey one on his head; he picks it up, looks at it, shakes his head, and puts it down elsewhere. He's too mellow to toss it right now.

Then he notices the record light is on, and the console's picking all of this up, so he looks at the camera and just says this:]

Why.

Joint Post: The House of El Presents the Justice Tribbles

[lookedtothestars]

[OOC: For the purpose of clarity, Jor-El’s speech and his actions are in red, and Kal-El and his actions are in blue. Additionally, all of the Kryptonians are currently being especially affected by the increasingly prolific tribbles and the effects they usually have on the nervous system. ]

[Standing in front of the camera, side by side, are two Kryptonians. They’re surrounded by tribbles in an Earth Sector suite. Those who know Kal-El know he always tries to have a smile on his face, but there's obviously something different about it now.

Maybe it's the way he can't help the little chuckles, as if he was doing something terribly amusing.]

Alright so, my father here- [A chuckle because guys he has a father] Asked me about my job, about what I do. And I thought it was a good idea to explain it to y'all, to explain what the Justice League does.

So let's start!

[Jor-El, in comparison to Kal-El, seems to be normal. Visibly smiling, and paying attention to his son. No chuckling going on here. Of course, it’s not normal at all if you compare his appearance here to the responses he was giving after his initial request on the network.

Something’s going on here.]

Yes, let’s.

The justice league is what we called our society, a group of heroes that got together to protect Earth from things we cannot fight on our own. We're like super friends! And there's a lot of us.

Alright so first, there is me. [Cue a tribble wearing a cape.] I'm Superman, or Kal-El. I am strong, fast-

-Wait. [Jor-El is looking at the tribble, and then Kal-El.] It cannot represent you.

Why not? It has a cape!

You’re not a tribble. You are also right here. There’s no need for one to represent you. [He sounds completely serious.]

Well... okay. [And off goes the tribble through the window.] I am Kal-El. I save people, and I like to fly. Next is Batman! [This tribble has a mask attached at random, they couldn't find the eyes.] He is also not a tribble.

What’s a bat? [This is a perfectly reasonable question.]

It's a terran mammal! And they fly. But Batman doesn't fly, he just punches bad guys.

Do bats attack people? [Why would people keep around an animal like that.]

No. Not... Usually? Dunno, he's a weird guy. Let's move on... to Aquaman! [This tribble is inside some kind of fish tank, oh dear.] He is a king. He controls seas and oceans. And he talks to fish!

[Going from the lack of surprise, Jor-El was probably complicit in the acquisition of the aquarium. He seems to be reconsidering it, however.] Kal-El, don’t these need to breathe?

Arthur doesn't need to breathe underwater, don't be silly, Father. Next is Green Lantern! [In case you didn't guess, there’s a group of four tribbles painted green.] There are a lot of them and they fly in SPACE. [Pshooow tribble out the window again, Kal-El ignores it.] They are like the space cops.

Are they also based on Earth?

They are based on the rainbow, they have all the colors. But I like the green ones the most. [Apparently he shows his love by throwing another 'green' tribble out.

This non-answer gets a nod from Jor-El.]

Next...oooh Wooonder Woman! She is also very strong and...

[As Kal keeps on talking, a tribble falls in front of the screen. And then another, and another- and you know how it goes. When the feed ends, Kal didn't seem to have noticed or care and kept on talking.]

001 | Video

[elevenoutoften]

Hello Tu Vishan! Hope you're all doing well. You'll have to forgive me, I'm sort of new here so expect a few potential technical difficulties. Do not adjust your sets. [Or desktoppy console thingies.] Now, I really do hope someone out there is listening to this or else I'm going to look awfully daft talking to myself. Not that I don't ever talk to myself or like to, I'm brilliant company actually. Only downside is that it can get a little boring.

If you do feel like saying hello, that'd be nice. Don't be shy, I'm lovely. Or so I'm told anyway.

[The man in the centre of the video is a rather odd looking chap with a goofy smile plastered on his face, just rambling away. And yes, he could go on all night. He leans back a bit to get as much as himself into frame as possible, red bowtie just managing to get a tiny bit of screen time. Just wasn't right if it didn't.]

I think someone out there has been sneaking a peak at my Christmas list. A mysterious and unexplainable trip to an island on the back of a giant turtle in the middle of nowhere? Oh, it's just brilliant. Suspected intergalactic kidnapping aside, this is definitely my kind of place. Perfect for shenanigans. I do love shenanigans. Especially the word. She-nan-i-gans.

[Always did roll off his tongue near perfectly. Apt word for his constant misadventures.]

But back onto the topic of this whole kidnapping issue. Anyone I can speak to about that? I have a few grievances that were overlooked during the induction period. Not too crazy about being taken against my will, sort of spoils the whole journey. And it's made me misplace my transport.

Speaking of, that's actually why I'm on here in the first place. Has anyone seen a blue box? Very big, looks like an old police call box, can be grumpy on off days. Answers to the name TARDIS. Or Sexy.

[The peculiar man sort of looks off camera with that last word, tweaking his bowtie with an awkward air. What? She totally does answer to that.]

All help finding her is appreciated. Just be sure to let me know.

002 | Video; anonymous location

[fdaterminator]

[Colby had logged on at net cafe to see there was some sort of tribble containment effort that he had missed. Instead he sees two stoned aliens tossing the furballs out a window.]

Oh come on!! I can't be the only person actually trying to do something about these little bastards can I? Sure they look cute but at the rate they're going to eat and breed us out of house and home in... You know what, I'm not even going to waste my breath. [His red robotic eye turns blue and it projects a simulation of what will happen to the ecosystem of Tu Vishan if the tribbles continue doing what they're doing unchecked into the air. It's quick and not pretty.]

Do I have some fucking volunteers now?

I'm F.D.A., but I also used to be U.S.D.A., so I know a thing or two about animal containment. If you're too lazy or unwilling to help at least point me in the direction of an empty warehouse and/or large refrigeration units... Hell, anything that can store or stop these assholes from breeding.

004 | voice, tw: references to psychological torture

[dracobin]

[The post is the first word from anyone in Team 7 since a few days before the 13th, and unusual for Temeraire in more than a few ways: the feed is audio only, for one, and when he speaks, for another, his voice is hesitant, slow, and clearly shaken.]

This is--

This is hardly the best time to say this, in light of all our recent difficulties, with these creatures, and I do not know where to begin--I must beg your pardon, but--

--it came for us.

[He falls silent. An astute listener might notice significantly less trilling coming from the feed than most broadcasts on the network: he has been taking out his frustration on the tribbles, and his apartment is, for the moment, mostly tribble-free. Well, mostly free of living tribbles. Pity, really, since it sounds like he might have needed the calming effect.

He takes a deep breath, and tries again.]

We were in the palace--there were interrogations to be conducted, on behalf of Evandau--and it came for us. It took us--

[Silence again. Clearly he is choosing all the wrong places to begin, and it is some time before he resumes with:] Annabeth spoke of a realm of Death, in her last post, and what I saw, for a moment, was very like her description. In any case--there is no question that is its country; that it may do whatever it likes to whomever is unfortunate enough to enter it; and that what occurs in that realm, however fleeting the event, feels as real and vivid as if it had occurred in this reality.

I know that we must fight it regardless, but I fear I cannot imagine how.

[And this time there is only a moment of silence before he lets out a quavering breath, and cuts the feed. Any responses to the post come several hours later.]

[Private to Team 7, standard encryption, French text:]
Pray respond at once; I must know if you have come to harm.