So I guess it looks like we're going to be for a while.  I didn't say anything earlier, because I though that this was a dream.  And we really do have something important to do at home.  But if we're stuck here, its polite to introduce ourselves, right?

My name is Takato.  I'm a digimon tamer, and Guilmon is my digimon partner.  [Here the boy ( Read more... )

[When Murphy pops onto the comms, she's wearing an expression that suggests arguing with her would be a hilarious way to end your life.]

So, according to the group that just came back, we have people missing who haven't just dropped off the map. They're stuck out there somewhere. I'd like to put together at least three teams to split up and track ( Read more... )

[Spencer Reid appears on the communicator, his brow creased.]

H-Hi, um... have any of you seen a young boy named Will around? He's about 10 years old and has shaggy brown hair. He's also very smart if you speak to him... seems much older than his actual chronological age.

I just haven't seen him in a week and I'm becoming very concerned...

[ ( Read more... )

[The man glaring into the screen speaks gruffly, almost growling.] Olivia. I don't know if you can see this, or... Well, if you can, I don't know if you can answer. But I was told we all got one of these things, so...

[For a second his expression softens, just a touch, but then the scowl is back.] They also say there's a way to track people with ( Read more... )

[A pale, red-eyed and purple-haired woman with asian features peers at the device with a focused expression. The image flickers as she presses a button or two, but soon steadies.]

I understand this is a communication device connected to this place. The last hours--days--have been interesting. After the attack at the junk yard I have become ( Read more... )

Can I get a doctor at the gate, please?

...quickly?

[She snaps her comm shut without waiting for an answer, though... feel free to leave a message. Or tell her that there are no doctors left in the barracks...]

[Danny is sounding more than a little stressed today. But then, running into creepy fruitloops had a way of doing that to a boy.]

Peter. Hey, Peter Burke. Guy with the mecha-cat? I need to talk to you. Like, right now.

And anyone else who's listening? Mind filling me in on what the heck that fruitloop with white eyes wants?

[The video opens to Chuck looking... bizarrely cheerful, actually. Well- this'll be bizarre to anybody living at the barracks, since it's a large contrast to the antisocial little berk he usually is, but he's looking hale and hearty and, judging by the redness of his face, fairly inebriated ( Read more... )

[There's a bit of fumbling and closeup of Spencer's mouth and neck as he tries to figure out how to work this communicator.]

Oh!

[When he realizes it's on, he draws it back so that all of his face appears in the screen.]H-Hi.. everyone. My name is Spencer Reid... I work for the FBI back home. Um.. anyway.. I'm wondering if anyone can point me ( Read more... )

Buggering fucking hell, I hate these telly-fun things. Not even a proper amount of buttons on it or anything, how does this even w-

[The device's audio feed cuts out before the video turns on with a closeup of... An ear. What were you expecting, he thinks it's a telephone or some shite. Anyway. He pulls it back to stare at it with a disappointed ( Read more... )