025: ACCIDENTAL VIDEO [ i serve it up in a shot, so suck it down like a man. ]

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

" - yeah, still free. At least for now. Have a good night."


When the visual feed clicks on, the only things visible at first are Max's arm and part of her torso as she serves a patron a Bloody Mary. She takes a second to wipe down the counter, then more of her is visible as she steps back and leans against the wall. It's evidently a slower night than usual, and she looks bored out of her mind.

She glances around once or twice, then pushes herself off the wall and comes back up to the bar, retrieving a bottle of tequila, half a lime, a salt shaker, and a shotglass. Citizens tuning in will get a fairly close-up shot of her preparing and then taking a shot. Then another. Then another. Max's accelerated metabolism means that she'll barely even feel the effects of the liquor, but to an observer's eye, it probably looks pretty ambitious (or suspicious, depending on who may be watching).

It's also a pretty good way to get herself fired.

[ voice ]

[eventextras.livejournal.com]

Something is wrong with the radios of Taxon today.

All stations, all frequencies, are experiencing some unusual interference. First it's just static, the familiar kssssh of bad reception.

Then it changes.

It's a voice, inhuman and distant, overlaid on the regular broadcast. The words aren't any proper language, either. As the signal grows stronger their tone becomes clear. Firm and reassuring but steadily shifting into something more powerful. Something like a speech to an audience of faithful.

Suddenly there's a burst of loud static and a second of earsplitting feedback and it's back to your regularly scheduled tunes.


[ ooc: the radios have a purpose! feel free to investigate and find out that this particular call wasn't coming from inside the barriers. ]

032 ━ [ visual ] / [ location: uss enterprise ].

[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

Like many others in the city, Kirk had heard the transmission, too. He hadn't expected the antique radio (it was antique to him) he'd purchased at the mall to do more than decorate his desk and had been startled to hear what had come out of it. Now, he was hard at work on attempting to trace the signal. Give that it wasn't on the usual frequencies that he had the ship's computer programmed to keep an eye on, he was having to do some adjusting. The radio signals of Earth's past were obsolete, weak-- but he could get it work. It just required a few calculations.

The tablet turns on to show him doing precicely that. He circles one equation with the stylus and drags it up to sit next another, tapping the space the equation used to be twice to bring up schematics for the ship's sensors. The tweaking of the systems wasn't what was bothering him. It was the fact that he hadn't understood a word of what had been said. He was fluent in a multitude of languages, including those spoken on Earth and most major languages of the Federation. He'd used trying to get into Uhura's pants as an excuse to take that many linguistics classes and be part of the linguistics club, but the truth was he liked languages-- nevermind being able to speak an alien tongue or two (or twelve) made a ship's captain look more self-sufficient and made him less reliant on his translators during negotiations and confrontations.

Noticing the tablet, he set the stylus down and grabbed it instead. "Tell me, Taxon," he said directly to the screen, "did any of you understand what the radio transmission said?"

[visual | location: the owlcave] grooving to the beat radiating from a police scanner

[givesahoot.livejournal.com]

The technology in this place was fascinating. Not only was it interesting but in general Dan found it helpful to concentrate on something positive to get his mind off the fact that he had been kidnapped. Add that to the fact that he had found his bunker from back home and that he was naturally inclined to keep to himself, Dan had socialized very little since his arrival.

He had been tinkering with his tablet when he heard the static. Dan liked to keep his radio on for background noise and usually didn't pay it much thought, but the interruption of the norm had caught his attention. When the voice started he dropped the screwdriver from his hand and froze. He couldn't understand the language, but whatever it was it seemed ominous.

After the music clicked back on Dan raced to put his tablet back together and sent a visual transmission to the city.

"Tell me I'm not going crazy. Did anyone else have their radio on just now?"

004: [visual]/location: Elisa's dojo

[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

A couple of days ago, while exploring the city, Elisa had come across something in Central which had caught her eye.  It was, to her eye, an abandon martial arts dojo.  Mirrors along one wall, gym mats and sparring equipment in storage, and largely being not much more than a large-ish open room with a storage room and a back office.  She wasn't sure why she'd decided to look inside, but she had, though she'd left it at that for the evening.

The next night, she'd come back with cleaning supplies and gotten the place fixed up.  She'd realized, after one more night of gliding around the city, that she really needed something to do with herself if she was going to keep from going crazy.  And while she'd made plenty of friends and acquaintances, she also needed a purpose.  Both as a cop and a Gargoyle, she wasn't really happy if she wasn't protecting people.

There would still be a lot to do, but with all the chaos that could sometimes go on, teaching people how to fight would not be a bad idea at all.  And she herself had both her police training and the additional instruction Goliath and Hudson had given her. She was certainly qualified.

The third night, she turned on her tablet for a broadcast.

"Hello, Taxon," she said.  "Hopefully I've got this damn thing working right...  Anyway, Elisa here, and I'm setting up a dojo down here in Central, offering self-defense instruction.  Figure we could probably use it.  Also looking for a couple other people to bring on as instructors, so I'll probably be interviewing for that if anyone's interested...."