First Entry || ::voice then video::

[crackingcases.livejournal.com]

::The voice that speaks is one that is perhaps familiar to those that have heard it before, though tending towards the lower registers than when it was last used on the network. The rush of heavy wind distorts it.::

Greetings...

::A moment later video accompanies the voice, though it is slightly blurry as if the user is still unfamiliar with the the device. The sandstorm doesn't help anything, nearly completely obscuring any ability to see the one in the camera's dim focus. It is dark out, and the person seems to be leaning against a building, clutching at a hat on its head. The blowing sand and darkness makes the individual that much harder to pick out. But...maybe the voice, crackled though it is by the storm, is enough for some to recognize the person in question.::

When I initiated my plan I must admit that I did not expect to be embroiled in such an elaborate scheme. I was not aware that so many individuals would agree to participate in such a farce. A whole city... Is this illusion really necessary? Do you truly believe it will fool anyone?

No matter. It will not be long before the truth comes to light. Whoever is in charge of this house of mirrors, you will not be able to hide from me. I, Naoto Shirogane, will not allow you to continue to kidnap individuals for the sake of this pathetic game of make-believe. That, I promise.

Fifth Plate [Video]

[for-xing.livejournal.com]

[It's mostly static for a few moments before the video kicks in. It's fuzzy and hard to see because of the mass of sandstorm blowing in the camera but if you look real hard you'll start to make out the form of a dark haired boy laying in the sand.

Its quiet save for the howl of the storm.

Then, the boy moves, reaching up slightly to the PDA's camera, face now visible. He hits the SOS button and the camera blacks out.]


[OOC: the signal for the SOS is coming from the outer pink section of the map.]

patient file 001 [video]

[ornithophobia.livejournal.com]

[The feed flickers on, but for all the howling dust and wind it may as well be a blank screen. If you try hard, you might be able to make out the speaker, looking none too pleased with the weather: a pair of intensely blue eyes, a grimace, a futile attempt to shield his face from the sandstorm with his free hand. Yet he speaks in a mostly unruffled voice, managing to sound only a little strained despite the tumult about him.]

Neophobia, the fear of new places, things, or experiences. Often correlating to agoraphobia. Normally they'd be considered irrational -- after all, what is there to fear from change? -- but now...

[A flicker of annoyance passes over his face and the camera shakes and rattles while its owner removes their glasses before the sand scuffs them up too badly.]

...Well, now I believe it'd be most reasonable to worry.

[Rattle rattle shake. Now the camera's back on him as he speaks directly into it: this is for you, the viewer. The following introduction is rushed, and as warm as an iceberg.]

Doctor Jonathan Crane. Pleased, I'm sure. Now would someone care to enlighten me about what's going on?

003 (text)

[guardianraven.livejournal.com]

[There's an attempt at video but it breaks up quickly. Viewers will have seen Yousuke with a blood-stained bandage around his forehead while a little boy and girl peek over his shoulders.]

yousuke here. was on my way to shibusen and ran into a couple of kids looking for their parents. we're at the salon now, but will be bundling up and escorting them to shibusen in a short while. please be ready to receive them.

eta: 5 minutes. thanks.

001 | Mustang | July 10, 6 PM | Voice

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

[There's no voice on the other end of the line first; just a soft, metallic click, much like that of a lighter going off, a crackle of something like paper, then a long sigh, like someone exhaling. Wherever the speaker is, it's quiet enough to hear that sort of sound over the very distant sound of the sandstorm.]

Never a dull moment, is there...

[Another pause, as whoever's on the other end apparently takes another drag from whatever he's smoking.]

Well, figured this thing out quickly enough. A communication device, is it? That'd assume there are people listening to me right now.

My name's Roy Mustang. Haven't got a clue why I'm here, and I'm hoping it isn't ALWAYS going to be this dusty.

So, sandstorm aside, how is it for you?

7 zenny | voice

[digtastic.livejournal.com]

I've been through this before... haven't I?

[ His voice sounded small and distracted as he spoke, making it very obvious that he wasn't speaking directly into the device. Aside from his voice though, that odd 'pwip' sound could also be heard. It was the sound of his metallic footsteps. ]

BREW bringing me in, Mister Spirit explaining the situation... I thought I already went through that, so why was I...

I guess I can figure it out later.

[ It was at that point that a loud groan could be heard, coming from the front doors of Shibusen as Rock tried to open up said door... and was met with howling winds and sand to the face. Which was promptly followed with the sound of Rock spitting. Probably due to the sand that got in his mouth. His voice was definitely louder now, if only to hear himself over the sounds of the sandstorm. ]

W-Wha... What's happening?? I don't remember this!

[003] Dark Arrows {Text}

[mock-me-vermin.livejournal.com]

U-um, this is Raenef. I was out exploring and...

I think I'm lost. In the sandstorm. I can bearly barely see a thing!

Can someone please come help?

oo6; video

[notexcalibur.livejournal.com]

[static... lots of static. And the sound of... something loud. howling? but it's not the storm]

A-- [bzzzt] --d...

[England's face comes into view, and he finally presses his SOS button, allowing the video to go out just as quickly as it came on, but not before more of those horrible sounds make it to the microphone]

[ooc: signal comes from the inner yellow/commercial area. In response to this log...]

zero one [video/text]

[awesomeboots.livejournal.com]

[The video clicks on and at first it’s hard to tell just what you’re looking at: the image keeps moving, as whoever is adjusting it is trying to set it up properly. The raging sandstorm outside isn't helping matters, the sound deafening and the video flickering in and out, and even when it's working there's a lot of static. Finally it steadies and the image of an arm reaching towards the screen comes into view.]

Is that working right…?

[The arm is pulled back as Lenalee comes into view, looking a bit confused and worried for a moment before the screen is filled with static. It's like that for a few seconds before the video switches off, and Lenalee resorts to using text only.]

I’m pretty sure this is working. Um, excuse me? I’m still not entirely clear on what’s going here but-

Does anyone know a man named Komui Lee? He’s Chinese; tall with dark hair, glasses, and a lazy disposition. He usually wears a white coat… I’m trying to find out if he’s here. I need him to be here. So if anyone can help me, I’d deeply appreciate it.

[Video-->Text]

[killswithkisses.livejournal.com]

[A rather deathly pale and sick looking Yoko appears on the screen as she frowns once before shutting off the video. She changed her mind and is now just resorting to text.]

Whats happened? Sorry...I just haven't looked at my PDA or attended classes lately..

λ Nine Trinkets

[endthiscycle.livejournal.com]

[Text]

I still have that clinic on the first floor set up in the Casualty Communal.

If you find any injured and are closer there than the hospital, please come.

Take care out there.