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[The few days it's taken to adjust have been, well - Sam is not going to use the word 'Hell' because he's actually been, and this is crappy but it doesn't come close. Still, anyone who hasn't seen him yet might be a little alarmed at what's being broadcast: six feet and four inches of sickly sasquatch, valiantly trying to address the network, appallingly pale, sallow-faced and bloodshot-sunken-eyed.]

Hey. Uh - Sam. I'm new. I guess this is a, uh, a thing that, that people do. Is introduce themselves. And I get that - we're all looking for a way out.

[Auspicious beginnings. Who knows if anyone's even getting this? Nevertheless, he continues.]

Okay. So. No promises, but there's something I can try. Kinda like a ward, or a spell. [Magic exists, surprise. The few people he's already talked to have expressed a kind of varied interest in this sort of thing, so caution be damned.] Anyone wants to help, I'll need a couple things.

First is - salt. Table salt, any kind will do. Second? Matches, a lighter, anything that can make sparks, even for a few seconds. And then I'll need something to write with, marker, pen, spray paint - I don't care. Anything along those lines.

[He looks at something off-screen, mouth briefly twisting in what might best be categorized as 'disgust'.]

I have food to trade for it. Heard that's kind of a limited resource these days. Food and, uh. [He squints at something.] Neosporin. If anyone, y'know, needs that.

[Yeah, he doesn't get it either. He jerks off frame for a moment, face buried in his elbow. It's not enough to fully stifle the ragged, fierce coughs that leave his shoulders shuddering. Finally, signs of life trickle back through the feed, albeit muffled and with their subject mostly lurched off camera as he mutters in his more characteristic deadpan, wearily sardonic, 'so-done-with-this-shit' tone.]

Also. If anyone happens to have some aspirin on them, that'd be great.

[There's the rattling of trembling, uncoordinated fingertips trying to navigate the tablet, and the feed snaps off.]

pajarita

starvation, now?
just another month in the hotel.
the generous my ass.

food aside, we're working on preparing one room to serve as some sort of dispensary, infirmary room, whatever.
so far medical supplies are short.
clarke might not ask it, seeing how i've got her nailing up shelves for i don't even know what (she wanted shelves), but i will.
pitch in. i know there's doctors to spare in this place, the question is - why haven't you guys formed a united front already?

staffroom

[ the post from the unregistered tablet is short, sweet, and to the point ]

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warring

[ it's been more than a month since she's arrived, and this is the first time lexa has chosen to put out a message of her own rather than simply reply to others at whim. honestly, she prefers face-to-face communication - it's much easier to read the person she's speaking with if she can read the language of their body, hear the unsaid words in the cadence of their breath.

but in light of the self-imposed relative isolation of the last couple of weeks, a casual chat just won't do. even as she reaches for her tablet, costia watches in sharp-eyed silence from her exile in the chair by the window. lexa, of anyone, could tell in an instant that the tension in her silence is the rawest form of betrayal. and so she refuses to look.

she's in full face-paint now, black smeared not unlike a mask around her eyes, and when she speaks it's with a calm that almost implies she hasn't seen ghosts at all. ]

I'm not accustomed to being enclosed. I can't help but grow restless.

If anyone wishes to spar, I'll be in the screening room.

[ and with that, the message ends. sparring won't truly accomplish anything here, but she'd prefer not to fall out of practice - and there's something to be said for seeking out a distraction, at times like this.

(log HERE, but feel free to reply here too!) ]

amplified

( lydia only manages to keep a facade of calm for all of about fifteen seconds. she's basically got facetime opened to conference-call mode, because she figures that's the easiest way to address the network at large. allison has had issues with her own ghosts, as has thomas, as have others - so she's going to go right ahead and skip past the questions about what is happening, how can this be, etcetera. she wants deeper details than that. she swallows, and looks nervously around herself before she finally addresses the network at large. )

How many -- how many of them do you see? How many faces...

( her eyes focus on something obviously across the room, beyond the tablet. she's still looking at it, technically, but her gaze is pinpointed elsewhere. )

-- Please, stop.

( she squeezes her eyes closed and tries to regain her composure as she speaks to the other tenants of the hotel again. )

Does anyone else have multiples? I have -- a few. And I was just -- wondering, if... Anyone else had... ( she starts to trail off, and her eyes open again slowly, and her head turns to the side... ) The same...

( then she stops. it's not clear what, exactly, she sees. but it triggers something in her. she seems possessed, almost, and as her mouth opens the tablet falls back on the mattress and pans to the ceiling. lydia lets out a supernaturally deafening scream. due to the hotel's limitations, it may not reach for miles as it had before... but being that they're all in the same building, it would be difficult not to hear. even those not watching the video feed on the network would be able to hear. )

alifetime

[Have a Jack Harkness, all. Tiredness is in his eyes but that smile that can drop panties, boxers or tighty whities in salute is still there. He waves at the camera and settles back in his chair.]

For those of you that don't know, I'm Captain Jack Harkness. No, I'm not whoever it is that Half-Stripped Sexy With The Curtain Fetish felt needed to be kneecapped. Clara and the Doctor can confirm my identity if needed. Whoever that Merlyn fellow is must be stunning, but not me.

Now I know some of you are trying to make bathtub gin or some sort of wine. I fully support this plan, but I do ask that you let me try it first. Unless this hotel really is pulling in oddities, I might be the only immortal around.

[He scrubs a hand through his hair and keeps his grin even as he's mentally wincing. It sounds so bald like that, but it's better than one of those kids trying the stuff and dying. One of those kids like Thea. She's not a kid, he knows that but she's also not someone he wants to see get poisoned. Might be a moot point soon. All of you kids running loose around the hotel worry him... when he thinks about all of you.]

Thea, don't drink any magic Kool-Aid unless I have first even if you are a teddy bear thief. Egg-Layer? Egg-on-face? What the hell was that kid's name again? I forget, but Harry probably won't sleep with me for a week if something happens to you, so don't drink any either. Probably can't see it through those ugly glasses. Virginity must be a life-requirement for whatever it is you do.

[Some habits die hard, okay? He still hasn't forgotten being cockblocked like that by a kid. Of course once Harry hears what Jack is saying, fun times might be gone anyway.]

Skye? Any luck on that organization thing you were thinking should be going on? Might help to know if we've got any doctors among us. I mean 'doctors' that don't have magic blue boxes before you ask. Yes, you know who you are. Clara, haven't found a ring store here, so it might be rock candy after all. All we have to do is find some sugar and string.

Anyway, all kidding aside, I come right back if I die. You all might not. Let me try it first whether it's a food, a new place or whatever. Okay? If not, at least make sure you've found a good cold place for us to put your body because I can tell you from experience that rotting corpse is one of those smells that travels.

carjacked

Hey listen, guys.

I'm not sure who it was that left me flowers outside of my door, but I'm pretty sure it's not anybody I know from back home.

I don't know if you're maybe trying to be threatening, ironic, or funny with those or whatever but
you know, in the future, maybe double think a second about the message you're sending, okay. something like that can be really screwed up to the wrong person.
Also, I'm not really a flowers kinda guy

not that I don't appreciate the gesture, so. no offence, thanks but no thanks.

unbreachable

Ranger Becket, R-RBEC_122.21-B here. If anyone from the PPDC is around, please establish contact with me immediately.

[ And almost as an afterthought -- ]

Are we dead?

dislocked

[ not very talkative, this guy. ]

The fireplace in the lobby is your best chance for warmth.

greenies

[ thomas, untrusting as ever, is not about to show his face on the video feed. still, his name "THOMAS EDISON" appears by his message, which is en masse for the rest of the people here to see. ]

I have some questions.

1. Have any of you had memory problems since arriving here? Like somebody went in your head and put an eraser through it.
2. Does the phrase "WICKED is Good" have any meaning to you?
3. If this thing about multiverse theory is actually true--which it might be, but I'm not sure if I believe it yet--then what's your world like at home? Is it stable and livable?
4. This one's not a question: so everyone's aware, the person who claims to be staff looks just like me. He's not me. It's a coincidence. I think.
5. Has anyone seen a teenager with blonde hair and an accent? Walks with a limp. It's important.

[ there's a little break for a second before: ]

6. Did anyone get anything they...shouldn't have, in these suitcases? Like someone must have stripped it off of your body. Something you would have fought someone for before they could take it away from you.

That's all, thanks.

[ well, never say he's not to the point. click! ]

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